CHAPTER 410: CHAPTER 231: I WILL WIN BACK_2

"The limit, huh...."

In a world shrouded in mist, Chen Feng stood on the rooftop of a tall building, carefully perceiving his own condition.

After obtaining the Storm Fury, he felt as if he had touched a layer of limits, very close, just a little bit short.

It seemed no different from a Third Stage Master, but he remembered the words Zhou Wuren had once told him.

"When you are powerful enough to touch the human body’s limit, spirit, essence, and qi will automatically merge into one..."

His eyes moved slightly, and Chen Feng suspected that he might already be on the path to breaking through the Extreme Realm.

When he is unimpeded and truly touches the limit.

That must be the moment he breaks through the Extreme Realm.

Moreover, besides this.

He thought of a crucial point.

"Since the Fifth Rank has differences in strength, could the Extreme Realm also differ?"

Chen Feng pondered and speculated, since everyone is an individual, their potential limits must differ.

Just like how some people are naturally strong, and some run very fast, it’s the same principle.

As the thought passed, he saw a Fifth-tier creature appear below the Martial Arts Hall building.

Chen Feng clenched his fist and put away his thoughts, and the green-black carapace rapidly emerged on his body.

"Regardless of the strength of the Extreme Realm."

"This realm, to me, is already not far away."

Whosh!!

The Blood Wings flapped, and white air pierced through the sky.

A straight figure swooped down, and the mighty Fifth-tier creature roared angrily towards the sky, shaking the heavens and earth.

....

....

Early the next morning.

At the summit of the snow mountain, golden light filled the sky.

A round red sun blossomed in mid-air, slowly rising, hanging high in the sky.

The snow on the snow mountain buildings at the mountainside did not melt, and footsteps and conversations echoed in the tranquility.

"Today’s martial arts exchange is a grand occasion for Su Luo."

"Yes, it’s been a long time since we’ve had such a big event. I heard that the people from Chi Country are not here with good intentions, seemingly deliberately looking for trouble; I wonder if it’s true or not."

"It’s true, they even made outrageous claims, directly declaring war on our Su Luo Martial Arts World, boasting that no matter how many people come, he alone can take them on."

"Tsk, tsk, how arrogant, do you think there won’t be any problems?"

"What problems could there be, with Su Luo’s Double Stars and the Mountain Ancestor guarding the snow mountain, we have no fear of whoever comes from Chi Country, this battle will surely be a certain victory...."

The sounds of discussion intertwined, and many vehicles were parked outside the snow mountain buildings, most having rushed here overnight.

They were either local politicians and businessmen near Duowa City or core high-level members of Su Luo’s major Secret Pattern Martial Arts Sects.

Even reporters from Duowa TV Station arrived in business cars, hurriedly heading towards the building with microphones and cameras in hand.

"Why are you so late? Do you know that the higher-ups are furious!"

A person in charge reprimanded, sounding displeased.

"Sir, there was a landslide at the bottom of the snow mountain last night, we couldn’t get up..."

"Why didn’t you call a helicopter for the landslide? Idiots!"

Amidst the scolding and curses, the person in charge quickly urged them to head to the open space on the mountainside to get ready quickly.

This scene was seen by many, and Lin Hao clicked his tongue twice, retracting his gaze from the restaurant window and looking at Chen Feng, who was having breakfast beside him.

"Feng Zi, they really think they have it in the bag, huh."

"Mm."

Chen Feng responded calmly, still silently drinking his porridge, sitting on the wooden chair, with little expression.

"Yo, you’re really not afraid?"

Lin Hao’s smile faded, and he seriously said, "I found out last night that that Walon isn’t the strongest, it’s actually that Gert who is the real protagonist."

"And, do you think their Mountain Ancestor might secretly interfere?"

A night passed, and now thinking calmly, Lin Hao had noticed something amiss.

Although the military advised that the Extreme Realm was too formidable and would not participate in this exchange to avoid significant losses,

Yesterday’s experiences made him realize it wasn’t that simple.

They represented Chi Country’s exchange team, yet the other side dared to obstruct and test them halfway.

And that Walon, a Third Stage Master with a high status in Su Luo, along with other old Grandmasters, weren’t ordinary figures, even the leader of the Duowa Sect, might not be able to command them at will.

So, the person truly hidden behind this was quite intriguing.

However, Chen Feng remained calm about it.

He shook his head, without saying much, silently drinking his porridge and surveying his surroundings.

The restaurant was filled with plenty of hot food, and sparsely some Su Luo people were present.

Many cast covert glances, having martial arts foundations, with a faint malice circulating within them.

The words spread yesterday had been deliberately disseminated, and these people from the Su Luo Martial Arts World, unaware of the truth, clearly wanted to see him defeated.

The group had already grown accustomed to such stares. At first, it was uncomfortable, but now they had basically adapted.

Some were sipping porridge, others waiting, during which Cao Tong, sitting on the side, spoke.

"I wonder when Junior Zhao will arrive."

He had overheard the conversations of these Su Luo people earlier; an avalanche had occurred beneath the snowy mountain, resulting in extremely poor signals here.

With poor communication, he worried that Zhao Tingxiao might encounter unexpected troubles and couldn’t get in touch.

"Don’t worry, Brother Cao. Brother Zhao and the others are fine and already on their way."

"It seems they’ll arrive here in no more than half an hour."

A military personnel accompanying them smiled and said, having separate satellite communications, they had already received the news.

"That’s good." Cao Tong breathed a sigh of relief, and Chen Feng’s eyebrows relaxed.

But soon, his gaze narrowed as he looked at the tardy figure.

Zhou Wuren, draped in a black fur coat, approached slowly, with bandages wrapped around his hand.

Cao Tong, Zhou Cheng, and others’ expressions slightly changed, and Chen Feng perceived the bandaged hand of the opposite party.

There were some bluish-purple hues and a few small wounds, barely scabbed over.

"Careless."

Seeing Cao Tong give up his seat, Zhou Wuren nodded and sat down next to Chen Feng.

"That old guy’s technique yesterday was a bit strange, probably some kind of mysterious poison that unexpectedly triggered other toxic effects in the middle of the night."

"But it’s not a big problem, just some flesh wounds, it hasn’t reached the bone."

His tone was helpless; indeed, for a Grandmaster, this wasn’t considered a significant injury.

However, anyone would know that it would definitely affect his condition.

"Damn despicable."

Cao Tong cursed softly, his expression somewhat angry.

Beside him, Zhou Cheng and Yuan Yueshan, among others, also shared the same indignation, feeling it had crossed a line and was somewhat excessive.

"I will inform Captain Han to demand an explanation."

The military personnel said in a deep voice, immediately rising to pledge his statement, intending to inform Han Chao.

The small tactics of Su Luo kept surfacing, which had already deviated from the initial principles of exchange.

They carried themselves with dignity, worrying about pushing them entirely towards the Platinum Federation’s side, but couldn’t tolerate such constant provocations either.

"No need."

However, unexpectedly.

Zhou Wuren waved his hand, halting the other party, implying not to make a big issue out of it.

"The rules of the Martial Arts World are just like that; if you lose, you have to admit it, no matter who you are."

"If Captain Han gets involved, I’ll be in a difficult position to explain if word gets out."

His tone was calm as he waved for a bowl of hot porridge for breakfast.

The military personnel pursed his lips, somewhat dissatisfied, and Cao Tong and others also had complex expressions.

But soon, Zhou Wuren turned his head slightly towards Chen Feng, a stern smile emerging into a grin.

"However, isn’t Brother Chen here?"

"If I lose then, this matter...."

"I’ll take care of it for you."

Chen Feng smoothly responded with a calm promise to Zhou Wuren.

As their eyes met, a smile fully appeared on his face, seeming to dispel some concern, also seeming to have let go of much.

He roughly understood Chen Feng’s character.

Promises must be kept, and actions must yield results.

Zhou Cheng and others didn’t understand the disputes and rules of the Martial Arts World, but witnessing this scene also made a certain emotion rise within them.

Finally, the group finished breakfast.

Outside the restaurant, more people, whether elderly, middle-aged, or young, appeared, some in hemp clothes, others in Martial Arts Uniforms, most bearing black secret pattern carvings, giving an eerie impression.

They were from various Secret Pattern Martial Arts Sects of Su Luo, who had heard about the exchange conference and arrived early in Duowa City, now coming up the mountain.

For a moment, numerous gazes deliberately watched them, pausing at the restaurant door.

The growing malice.

The strangeness and hostility of being in a foreign land.

Cao Tong and Zhou Cheng both felt uncomfortable, as if their thoughts were affected, generating pressure in their hearts.

Yuan Yueshan, the Advanced Golden Steel Transformation Man, also slightly frowned, and the accompanying military personnel sensed something amiss, with stern expressions on the mechanical martial at their backs.

Just as someone intended to take action.

Tap!

The sound of footsteps arose, black leather boots stepping on the ground.

"Let’s go."

A calm voice, the young man in a black down jacket moved to stand before them all, seemingly blocking all malice.

"It’s not often we come here."

"So let’s together go see their so-called guaranteed victory scene."