CHAPTER 691: CHAPTER 551

In the blink of an eye, the cyan Finger Light crazily swelled, surging violently.

Before one could even blink, the cyan Finger Light transformed into a colossal finger, tens of meters long, lashing out at Lin Feng.

Hong Qingxuan’s move was powerful, but she knew it was not going to harm Lin Feng, so she unleashed it without any reservations.

Whoosh!

What greeted the finger attack was an unparalleled Four-Colored Sword Energy. As the sword energy cleaved through, the massive cyan finger immediately shattered.

However, Lin Feng controlled his strength carefully. After destroying the cyan finger, the sword energy also dissipated.

Next, Hong Qingxuan continuously launched attacks with her Finger Light without pause.

Boom boom boom!!

But no matter how Hong Qingxuan attacked, her Finger Light was completely obliterated by Lin Feng’s strikes. Lin Feng didn’t counterattack; he merely defended simply.

After dozens of moves, Hong Qingxuan stopped.

"Big Brother Lin Feng, how can I test the gap between us if you do this?" Hong Qingxuan’s red lips pouted slightly in dissatisfaction.

Lin Feng gave a wry smile and shook his head. How could he dare to attack? A single mishap could result in a fatality.

"Qingxuan, I already know the gap between us. Let’s have a private sparring session some other time!" Lin Feng said with a smile, indeed aware of the disparity between the two.

Hong Qingxuan’s power was much weaker than Xiang Tiangyang’s, probably about the same as Fan Jing, who had been killed by Lin Feng.

"Oh!" Hong Qingxuan nodded helplessly, but the thought of having another private match with Lin Feng secretly delighted her.

She then returned to the peak of the mountain.

Swoosh!

No sooner had Hong Qingxuan left than another challenger descended—this time, it was a somewhat bulky fat man.

"Lin Feng, my name is Qian Ping, a disciple of Cangtian Peak. How about we spar for a couple of moves?" the fat man said with a smile. Since Lin Feng indicated that he wouldn’t kill, and free sparring was allowed, he stepped forward to challenge.

Qian Ping had his own motives, though. So far, no one had withstood even two moves against Lin Feng. Even Xiang Tiangyang was defeated in a single strike. If he could last two moves against Lin Feng, then his reputation in the Outer Sect would skyrocket!

However, things did not go as he wished.

After Lin Feng’s sword strike, Qian Ping was sent flying dozens of meters away, landing directly below the Battle Platform.

Aside from Hong Qingxuan, Lin Feng spared no courtesy for these challengers.

Qian Ping’s face looked awful as he immediately returned to the peak of the mountain.

Subsequently, challenger after challenger took the stage against Lin Feng, but no matter who it was, Lin Feng felled them with a single sword stroke.

There was a constant stream of people going up and down the platform, the frequency astonishing.

Many Elders atop the eight great peaks couldn’t help but shake their heads in secret, inwardly sighing, what Nine Peaks Martial Arts Competition! It has entirely become Lin Feng’s stage!

Bang!

On the Battle Platform, Lin Feng once again struck down a disciple of Lingtian Peak with a single sword. Having defeated him, Lin Feng prepared to descend, his continued presence there no longer meaningful.

Swoosh!

Just then, a graceful young man landed on the Battle Platform.

The youth, with a soft countenance resembling that of a woman, was none other than Wan Xingyun, the son of the Haotian Peak Master, formerly recognized as the number one disciple in the Outer Sect.

"Lin Feng, let’s spar for a few moves!" Wan Xingyun said indifferently.

Wan Xingyun’s words were intriguing.

He spoke of exchanging a few moves, clearly believing he wouldn’t be defeated by Lin Feng in a single strike.

Lin Feng sized up this person, a name he had indeed heard of.

The top figure of the Outer Sect?

Good, then. He would defeat this man honorably, making him the final battle of this Martial Arts Competition.

"Make your move!" Lin Feng nodded.

Wan Xingyun nodded slightly, his expression growing solemn.

His aura soared boundlessly, no longer soft but now exuding an impression of firmness and dominance.

Yellow Vigorous Origin surged. Wan Xingyun sprinted towards Lin Feng, and then struck out with a punch from the air.

"Extreme Void Bursting Fist!"

Yellow Fist Light shone, and a torrent of Fist Power blasted through the Void, aimed directly at Lin Feng.

The punch was quite extraordinary, distorting the Void, compressing the air within hundreds of meters, and when the condensed air and Fist Light exploded to their limits, they unleashed a terrifying force.

However, Wan Xingyun’s opponent was Lin Feng. Facing this punch, Lin Feng’s sword gleamed, and a stroke of the sword tore through the Fist Light.

The next moment, Wan Xingyun’s figure turned into afterimages, darting in all directions. A succession of awe-inspiring Fist Lights surged from every angle towards Lin Feng.

"Such swift movement technique!"

Lin Feng was slightly surprised. He could see that all these Fist Lights were real attacks because of the opponent’s extreme speed, which made it seem like dozens of Wan Xingyuns were attacking him simultaneously from all directions.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!!

Lin Feng’s Longsword became a blur, sending out dense Sword Qi in all directions. Countless sword energies lashed out, keeping all Fist Lights at bay.

Spiritual power radiated out. As Lin Feng attacked, he locked onto Wan Xingyun’s whereabouts. Despite Wan Xingyun’s incredible speed, Lin Feng’s perception was exceptionally powerful. Shortly after, he pinpointed his opponent’s location.

"Fall!"

Lin Feng uttered sharply, and in a flash, a mighty Sword Qi swept across, as fast as lightning, striking directly at the true body of Wan Xingyun.

"What?" Wan Xingyun was shocked. With his quick speed, no martial artist below the rank of Heavenly Martial Master had ever locked onto his figure. Unexpectedly, Lin Feng managed it within mere moments.