CHAPTER 978: CHAPTER 979: STUPID LING! (PART 1)

At this moment, on the Hundred Battle Arena, the fight was still ongoing, so Ling Feng just found a corner and sat down quietly.

Feeling the lively and noisy atmosphere, the hot blood in Ling Feng’s body gradually began to boil.

He longed for battle, longed for an opponent!

Longed to become stronger!

Just then, a figure dressed in blue gracefully appeared and sat in a seat not far from Ling Feng.

"Are you Ling Feng?"

The newcomer was a heroic young girl, wearing a light blue leather armor. Her long black hair was tied into a ponytail at the back of her head.

"That’s me. Do you know me, Miss?"

Ling Feng looked up at the girl. He noticed a rather broad great sword hanging by her waist. She walked with the agility of the wind and with confident strides, exuding an aura of heroism between her eyebrows.

Yet, her fair face was flawless, with elegant eyebrows like distant mountains and a pure, ethereal beauty.

The combination of ruggedness and gentleness in one woman’s demeanor was quite unique and charming.

A trace of amazement flashed in Ling Feng’s eyes, then vanished instantly.

Seeing Ling Feng’s gaze, the girl seemed slightly surprised. It was rare for someone to remain so composed after seeing her.

"Making such a high-profile challenge against Linghu Yudao, I guess there’s no one in Tianmang Fortress who doesn’t know you now."

The girl curled her lips and said lightly.

"Uh..."

Ling Feng touched his nose, "May I have the honor of knowing your name, Miss?"

"Why? Want to pursue me?" The girl laughed heartily, full of boldness.

Ling Feng rolled his eyes and replied a bit coolly, "Sorry, I don’t have that thought at the moment."

"Wow, so you might consider it in the future, huh?" The girl giggled.

"..."

Ling Feng’s face stiffened slightly. He moved a bit to the side, unwilling to talk more with her.

"You’re really boring."

The girl pouted slightly, throwing a very resentful look at Ling Feng. Anyone watching might think Ling Feng had bullied her somehow.

Ling Feng sat in his seat, looking straight ahead, unable to be bothered with her.

"Hmph, I think you’re just afraid because you’re going to lose, right?" The girl continued despite having nothing else to say.

Ling Feng remained silent.

The girl pestered Ling Feng for a full fifteen minutes, but Ling Feng didn’t respond at all, and she finally chose to give up.

"You’re such a blockhead! You might as well change your name to Stupid Ling!" The girl glared at Ling Feng fiercely, "Fine, I won’t pay attention to you anymore!"

With that, she carried her arms behind her back, gave Ling Feng one more fierce look, and distanced herself from him.

"What nonsense."

Ling Feng shrugged, quickly putting this quirky girl out of his mind, focusing on the match on the arena instead.

Unbeknownst to him, in the VIP seats, when Sun Boce, the advisor, saw that girl appear by Ling Feng’s side, his expression slightly changed.

Lee Qing and Wang Meng were discussing how Ling Feng was indulging in fantasies. Seeing Sun Boce’s expression, they couldn’t help but ask curiously, "Advisor Sun, what’s the matter?"

"Nothing, just thought of something small."

Sun Boce wiped the sweat off his forehead with his hand but thought to himself, "How could it be that little troublemaker! It seems I need to tell the Grand Commander as soon as this match ends."

...

Hundred Battle Arena.

"Roar!"

At this moment, a beast-like roar came from the arena, drawing Ling Feng’s gaze.

It was a rugged and tall, burly man, his black hair wildly dancing in the wind, exuding a beast-like wildness. Even from afar, Ling Feng could feel the explosive power emanating from him.

This was a very pure form of strength, and martial artists with this attribute were quite rare.

"Tie Wushuang, ranked third on the Hundred Battle Heaven List, cultivated to the Divine Origin Realm’s Ninth Layer, yet possessing king-level destructive power!"

Ling Feng squinted his eyes, holding a thin roster, a list recording the top ten of the Hundred Battle Heaven List and their respective strength levels.

This valuable information was naturally obtained by Ling Feng at Zhao Dabiao’s request.

Ever since Zhao Dabiao heard Ling Feng had gained some military power, he was determined to follow Ling Feng, even wanting to transfer directly to Ling Feng’s military unit and become one of his subordinates.

However, Ling Feng let him stay in his current position for now. After all, having him as an insider could provide a channel for gathering information!

Ling Feng gently closed the roster, a trace of admiration flashing in his eyes.

This Tie Wushuang mastered this pure strength, and his consumption of Primordial Qi was comparatively small, making him more suited to continuous challenge modes than other attribute types of martial artists.

This is where the strength of Body Refining Martial Artists lies.

"Impressive strength!"

A hint of battle intent appeared in Ling Feng’s eyes as he muttered to himself, "I just wonder how this Tie Wushuang compares to Linghu Yudao?"

"Hehe, compared to Linghu Yudao, he was defeated in just one move!"

The girl, who had unknowingly returned to Ling Feng’s side, giggled, "You didn’t ask this walking encyclopedia right here, but instead read such outdated materials?"

She crossed her arms, brimming with excitement.

"Oh?" Ling Feng showed some curiosity, shaking his head with a smile, and said slowly, "Then I must seek guidance from you, Miss."

"Hehe, sure thing!" She giggled, "As you’re new here, I’ll guide you for free this time. Any questions you have, just ask!"

"You just said Linghu Yudao defeated this Tie Wushuang in one move?"

Ling Feng asked casually.

"That’s right. When Linghu Yudao participated in the Hundred Battle Arena, he challenged a hundred opponents consecutively and defeated all of them with just one move!" A flash of excitement appeared in her eyes, "A full hundred matches, without exception, all ended in one move. This is an unprecedented legend in the history of our Tianmang Fortress."

Instead of fear, Ling Feng felt even more excited and determined.

It’s more interesting having such an opponent.

However, winning a hundred consecutive matches, with each match ending in a single move, this guy sure knows how to show off.

But there’s no denying that such a person indeed has the right to show off.

Continuous battles and resting to recover between matches are completely different concepts. After all, even though cultivators have physical strength far exceeding that of ordinary people, fatigue still sets in after dozens of consecutive battles.

Yet, this Linghu Yudao could consecutively one-shot his opponents a hundred times, all within the same realm. It was incredibly challenging.

A one-move legend, Linghu Yudao, huh?

A slight smile appeared on Ling Feng’s lips: Then let it be me, Ling Feng, to end your legend!