CHAPTER 310: CHAPTER 183: THE FALL OF THE FLYING DRAGON, THE DEATH OF THE GRANDMASTER_2

Opposite, Lu Xinglong squinted and exchanged a glance with the gray-robed elder, immediately joining forces to attack from both sides.

Whiz!!!

A blue light streaked across the river surface, the water burst open, and it was already before him.

True Intent Flying Dragon attacked from the left and right, the mocking shrieks of Black Crow echoed in his ears.

Chen Feng’s face was expressionless, only showing his grim white teeth, with an unusually intense cold light in his eyes.

"Your Divine Martial Alliance..."

"Why do you have to force me?"

Roar!!!

The Tiger Roar shook the river, fists crossed the sky.

The left and right Flying Dragons were simultaneously blocked, red power entwined his arms, and a round blazing sun hovered overhead.

The river surface beneath his feet rolled downward, the riverbed churned, mud and sand splashed.

Perception enveloped all malice and killing intent, the Life Seed within Chen Feng fully activated.

Bang!!!

Fists and palms clashed, the Flying Dragon exploded.

Countless water droplets fell like rain, the blazing sun shot out like flying missiles, sending Lu Xinglong flying on the spot.

"Die!!!"

The gray-robed elder seized the moment to erupt, his muscular arms seemed like a dragon snake, the gray robe ripped, and his fist headed straight for Chen Feng’s heart.

Buzz!

Focused perception, the world slowed down.

The interference of the Black Crow was completely discarded, and the expanding Blast Fist Mark collided out.

Boom!!

Fist met fist, brute force exploded.

The double overlay of Heavenly Flame Strength and Blast Punch, under Giant Tiger Form’s thirty percent increase.

Blue power instantly vanished, the gray-robed elder’s face slightly changed.

Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom!!

In an instant, the two continuously pounded fists, on the river surface, every punch met.

Deep sounds exploded everywhere, the Vital Energy of Chen Feng’s Life Seed continuously stimulated.

The river waves were obliterated, strong winds swept incessantly.

Ten punches! Twenty punches! Thirty punches!

The cold light shone intensely in his eyes, Chen Feng sharply sensed the opponent’s qi pause.

The next moment.

Bang!!

A punch landed squarely on the opponent’s chest, the gray-robed elder’s mouth bled, his chest caved in, as he staggered back.

Chen Feng stepped forward coldly, the Red Tiger reappearing on him.

Screech!!!

However, Lu Xinglong came at him again, fused with the True Intent of Flying Dragon, bringing up brilliant blue light, raising waves as he approached.

"Thirty years ago, Flame Tiger Sect was defeated."

"That’s because, I was not there."

Boom!!!

Chen Feng coldly slammed his fist, water columns surged behind him, spraying up into the sky.

Lu Xinglong’s complexion slightly changed, he retreated several steps, stomped into the river surface, only to feel his strength strengthened again.

"And today..."

The tiger leaped out, high heat evaporating everything.

Chen Feng once again charged to Lu Xinglong’s face, his elbow poised at the waist, a hazy white light with a red dot emerged.

"I’m here, I’m coming."

"All you need to do is one thing."

Whiz!!!

The Meteor shot through, fist in the chest.

Blood and flesh burst open, the barely healed wound backlash erupted.

A bloody hole appeared, Lu Xinglong looked down at his chest in disbelief.

"Bow your head, receive beheading."

Chen Feng spoke deeply, holding the beating heart.

"Xinglong!!!"

The gray-robed elder roared in shock and anger, flew over like a shadow.

The three mechanical martial artists mid-air changed face, coming together with shock and fury, full of killing intent.

"Kid, release the Lu faction...."

Bang!!

Blood burst open, the beat stopped.

The splashing blood red didn’t even get close, as it was evaporated to nothing by the Red Power.

The water surface behind him sunk, the unfinished threatening voice completely froze.

The curly haired young man on the observation platform’s eyes turned cold, the other spectators on the shore were collectively shocked.

"Dead, dead?"

From afar, the four Whale Flow Masters instinctively stopped their struggle, horrified and shocked.

Though knowing a life and death duel must result in death for one, when it really happened, they still couldn’t help but fall into shock on the spot.

After all.

That was a Grandmaster.

A Martial Arts Grandmaster of the same level as them!

"Die!!"

Suddenly, a roar erupted, interrupting all the astonishment.

The gray-robed elder’s face turned pale and grim, forcibly gathering strength, launching a fist strike.

Three silver Flying Shuttles attacked like arrow light, the magnetic field spreading, force field enveloping.

All the killing moves arrived simultaneously, at this moment, they no longer cared about the so-called Martial Arts duel.

"Damn it!"

Inside Tianhao Security’s flying cabin, Lin Hao’s face changed slightly, and he was about to signal Uncle Liu to take action.

But soon after.

Beside him, Meng Anran shook his head, seemingly noticing something.

"He should be able to handle it."

Roar!!!

As if in response.

The violent Tiger Roar shook the heavens, accompanied by a Blast Punch intermingled with red light and flames.

Boom!!

Fist against fist, Chen Feng’s gaze was aggressive, knocking the gray-robed elder back once again.

Clang clang clang!

The silver flying shuttle hit his body, producing a series of metallic sounds, vibrating at high speed, trying to pierce through flesh and bone.

But to this, Chen Feng’s eyelids drooped.

Buzz! Whoosh!

With a burst of power, the flying shuttle flew backward.

The next second, he spread his arms, and a dim white light reappeared in the world.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh!

Punches fell like meteors, and the white light descended like rain.

The mist dispersed, the whistling sound broke through the force field’s suppression, heading straight towards the three mechanical martial artists.

"Petty tricks!"

Someone snorted coldly, throwing the briefcase in their hand.

In an instant, a huge circular shield emerged, blocking in front of him.

Bang bang bang!

Explosions echoed, the white light was more like missiles than power.

The sheer force directly weakened the force field, and the shield was bombed backward, the three mechanical martial artists’ faces changing slightly, appearing a bit embarrassed.

Worried about being attacked while off guard, the three of them exchanged glances and, without holding back anymore, hastily activated the Level 4 Force Field devices.

Silver light spread to cover everything, forcefully dispersing all power.

But.....

Boom!!

A solid red fist charged forward without hesitation, blasting open the gray-robed elder’s defensive stance on the spot.

The faces of the three mechanical martial artists stiffened, completely unprepared for him to switch targets and attack the Flying Dragon Master.

"Damn it!"

They all acted in unison, silver flying shuttles once again piercing through the air, triggering magnetic fields, blue light of Flying Dragons blooming in the world.

Facing such an attack, Chen Feng neither dodged nor avoided it, even punching the gray-robed elder’s head askew, then taking the opportunity to grab his neck.

Buzz!

In an instant, the movement of the three magnetic field Flying Dragons froze, and the murderous intent that covered land and rivers encircled them.

"Kid, let go!"

The mechanical martial artist of the Flying Dragon Style shouted angrily.

This was the last grandmaster of the Flying Dragon Style; if he died here, the consequences would be unimaginable.

At the same time, around the mid-air flying device, the Cloud Port Martial Arts Circle members standing on single-person flying devices assisting in the battle turned pale, secretly frightened.

What kind of monster have they offended?

Can the Flying Dragon Style really protect them?

"Hhh..."

For a moment, gazes met.

The gray-robed elder struggled in all directions, eyes trembling with fury.

From the riverbank and observation platform, all targets turned their attention, and a curl-haired youth silently appeared with a touch of shadow in his eyes.

"This matter ends here."

He suddenly spoke, but his voice resonated through a mechanical martial artist’s communication module on the river’s surface, reaching Chen Feng’s ears.

Upon seeing this, Chu Shihong’s expression was complex, similar to the expressions of Whale Flow Master and others.

Chen Feng paused, tilting his head to look towards the curly-haired youth on the observation platform.

Separated by hundreds of meters, he clearly saw the other’s appearance and figure.

The two exchanged glances, and seeing his expressionless face, the curly-haired youth spoke again.

"The situation in Feng Province is volatile now, with Suluo’s internal turmoil in the west and the threat from the Platinum Federation across the Ocean Sea in the south."

"As a grandmaster, you should prioritize the greater picture."

The curly-haired youth said, returning to a calm demeanor.

With a resolute and reserved tone, Luo Yue and others had complex expressions, while Cao Tong and others clenched their fists in anger, unable to refute.

They had already known this person’s identity.

He was the biggest backer of the Flying Dragon Style and the true master of the Flying Dragon Group.

The son of the Vice Chairman and one of the representative members, holding a position of high authority.

In an instant, countless gazes focused on Chen Feng.

Inside the flying cabin, Lin Hao, though angered and indignant, still advised Chen Feng through the earpiece to remain as calm and restrained as possible.

Beside him, Meng Anran’s expression remained calm, only the phoenix eyes under the sunglasses slightly narrowed, as if waiting for his decision.

"The greater picture?"

Suddenly, under the attention of the crowd, Chen Feng spoke.

A solid big hand like a tiger clamp still held the gray-robed elder’s neck.

"That’s right."

The curly-haired youth named Luo Hui spoke with righteous indignation: "A grandmaster is rare in martial arts, and every departed one is a loss to Feng Province."

"The life-and-death duel between you and Lu Xinglong has already reached a conclusion; why add unnecessary harm?"

"This matter ends here, I will personally..."

Crack!

The sound of bone cracking echoed, Chen Feng lowered his eyelids, standing on the river surface, discarding the gray cloak’s corpse, looking at him from afar.

"Killed him."

"I am the greater picture."