CHAPTER 982: CHAPTER 983: WHOEVER HE GLARES AT GETS PREGNANT! (FIRST UPDATE)

Seven and a half minutes later.

Forty consecutive slashes complete, one move instant kill!

Another seven and a half minutes later.

Fifty consecutive slashes complete, same one move instant kill!

This is still Ling Feng letting the opponent strike first every time, otherwise, this speed could be even faster!

"My God, could he really become the second Linghu Yudao?"

"Truly unbelievable, this kid is more than ten years younger than his opponents! This decade-long gap seems to completely disappear!"

"Big bro! Big bro! ..."

With Ling Feng’s increasingly continuous victories, Jiang Xiaofan and the others’ cheers grew louder, while the Martial Artists from Tianmang Fortress gradually fell silent.

Which of the experts on the Hundred Battle Heaven List hasn’t fought their way out of blood and fire? Yet Ling Feng has already achieved fifty consecutive wins, all with one move instant kills!

Below the stage, the green-clad girl pursed her red lips, seeing Ling Feng still calm and composed after fifty battles.

She began to understand that Ling Feng’s confidence stemmed from his truly powerful strength!

Her heart couldn’t help but become a bit excited, but when her gaze caught Linghu Yudao seated calmly on the high platform, the fervent feeling vanished instantly.

Ling Feng is indeed formidable, but no one can shake Linghu Yudao’s status.

He is the real legend, a one-move myth admired by all!

"Fifty-first match! Jiaang Yifan!"

The referee glanced at Ling Feng, eyes flickering with a strange light, and even this judge with Peak King strength couldn’t help but admire Ling Feng.

After all, Ling Feng is only twenty years old, about a decade younger than the typical experts on the Hundred Battle Heaven List.

That’s a gap of more than ten years!

It’s hard to imagine how powerful Ling Feng will be in a decade.

"Haha, Ling Feng might face trouble now, this Jiaang Yifan is a close to King-level fighter!"

Xu Zhongda and others, seeing Ling Feng’s fifty consecutive victories, were wide-eyed and still hoped against hope, staring at the stage eagerly, hoping for the moment Ling Feng falls.

...

As the Martial Artists watching discussed, Jiaang Yifan already leaped onto the high platform.

Jiaang Yifan’s stature was slightly small, not tall, but his eyes were extremely sharp, like a sheathed sword revealing its edge; once unsheathed, he would be tougher than those show-offs.

"General Ling, please teach me!"

Jiaang Yifan’s expression was somewhat solemn, his right hand pressing on the sword hilt.

Ling Feng’s eyes brightened, immediately seeing that Jiaang Yifan’s moves were all within that sword’s moment.

Draw the sword, sheathe the sword!

All power erupts at that instant.

This is also a genius of the instant kill style!

Ling Feng’s lips curved into a subtle smile, saying softly, "Please make your move."

Polite, yet with a hint of proud determination, such demeanor caused many female Cultivators from Tianmang Fortress to glow with admiration.

This young General Ling looks quite handsome!

Moreover, being a general at such a young age!

This is the survival rule of this world; only strength can earn recognition from everyone.

"I only have one sword." Jiaang Yifan’s eyes flashed like lightning, his figure blasting out, "General Ling, be careful!"

"Zheng!"

Sword Shadow moved, bursting with a dazzling white light. The essence of the Sword Drawing Skill lies in instantly reaching the peak state of spirit at the moment of drawing the sword, after this one strike, all power is exhausted.

If the enemy doesn’t die, I will!

Boom!

Violent winds burst forth, ten thousand sword lights, like fierce storm flowers, shot out, chilling Sword Qi swept across the Hundred Battle Arena.

"Jiaang Yifan’s Sword Drawing Skill has improved significantly!"

"This guy is crazy, others just spar, but he goes all out. No wonder few are willing to fight him on this arena!"

Seeing Ling Feng’s body swallowed by countless sword lights, the group from Heavenly Position Academy couldn’t help but shout loudly, "Brother Ling (Brother Feen), be careful!"

Whoosh!

At that electric light stone fire moment, Ling Feng’s palm gently pushed out, a violent cyclone surged forth, directly blasting Jiaang Yifan off the stage.

Jiaang Yifan was thoroughly dumbfounded, staring blankly at Ling Feng on the stage, "Impossible, my Sword Intent exploded instantly, all spirit locked down, how could you be totally unaffected!"

Ling Feng’s lips curved into a subtle smile, "Comparing Sword Intent, you might have picked the wrong person, thanks for letting me win!"

Jiaang Yifan took a deep breath, recalling the moment of action just before Ling Feng’s palm replaced the sword; it seemed to be the Sword Drawing Skill!

And his sword was faster than mine!

"I’m convinced!"

Jiaang Yifan turned sadly, being defeated in his most skilled Domain felt as if his pride was shattered, leaving him indignant for a long time.

"Fifty-second match, Ji Binghe on stage!"

The referee solemnly announced the challenger for the fifty-second match.

Ji Binghe was once also a student of Heavenly Position Academy, but he graduated more than ten years ago.

"I never thought, as waves of the Yangtze push the old, this generation of Heavenly Position Academy students, there’d be an unparalleled genius like you!"

Ji Binghe stared heavily at Ling Feng, although from the same school, for his honor, he still had to fight with all his might!

"Please make your move." Ling Feng’s face remained unchanged, calm.

"Haha!"

Ji Binghe drew his sword gently stroking the Sword Blade, arrogantly said, "My sword is a Fake Holy Artifact, carrying a trace of Power of Dao, Ling Feng, your consecutive wins end here!"

"A Fake Holy Artifact, huh?" Ling Feng shook his head, smiling, "To defeat you, just one look is enough, why use a sword?"

"Arrogant! Today I’ll teach you how to respect your senior brother!"

Ji Binghe shouted angrily, furiously slashing down the sword.

Although a Fake Holy Artifact, carrying a trace of Power of Dao pressure, one slash like stormy waves surged forth, seemingly changing the colors of the world instantly!

"Shocking Eye Tribulation!"

Ling Feng’s eyes flashed with a touch of golden light, at once, Divine Thought erupted, transforming into spikes shooting out.

After two months, Ling Feng had fully mastered this secret technique, release and control at will, no longer like before when slightly using it drained most of his Divine Power.

"Move aside."

Ling Feng stood with hands behind his back, not moving a muscle, merely a look, a terrifying force suddenly burst, directly smashing Ji Binghe’s body off the stage.

"Ah!"

Ji Binghe screamed miserably, the attack of Shocking Eye Tribulation acted directly on his soul, the pain in his soul made his whole body tremble violently.

The whole field silent, the next moment, everyone gasped in awe.

Ling Feng actually did just gaze and defeated an expert with close to King-level strength!

Indeed, it only took one look!

"Damn, he just makes everyone pregnant when he glares!"

In the VIP seats, Lee Qing’s eyes flashed with a hint of astonishment, a face full of surprise said, "This seems to be a secret technique of Divine Sense attack, could it be, this Ling Feng is actually a Refining God expert!"