CHAPTER 412: CHAPTER 232: ONE PERSON SUBDUES 1,000

"The Duowa Sect is just being overly clever."

"Why choose this of all things? They actually dare to compete in martial arts with him."

As the words fell, the scene from tens of kilometers away reappeared on the virtual light screen.

A group of people pushed through the crowd, advancing towards the middle of the snow-covered mountain.

Looking up, one could see that this was a flat cloud platform spanning several hundred meters, with the thick snow swept away, revealing red bricks beneath, and at the center, a huge temporary arena.

On both sides were open-air stands built with redwood, only standing room, rising layer upon layer, already packed with people who had gathered to watch.

"They’ve come, they’ve come."

"Look quickly, those are people from Chi Country."

"They don’t look weak, can they win?"

"Nonsense, haven’t you seen that both Master Gert and Master Walon are here?"

The noise of comments mixed together, as the straight red brick pathway led directly to the cloud platform.

Han Chao had long been waiting here with several people from the military and the embassy, the frigid wind from the distant cliffs causing the fur on their coat collars to flutter.

"Master Chen!"

Han Chao actively greeted, his expression solemn.

He knew that today’s matter was significant, and also knew that Master Chen’s strength was unmatched, being peerless below the Extreme Realm.

However, with Zhou Wuren’s unexpected turn of events, he still felt some concern, hoping the other side would act cautiously.

"There won’t be any issues."

With a calm response, Chen Feng looked into his eyes fearlessly.

Han Chao was mentally jolted, yet said no more, and the group entered the cloud platform area as the surrounding discussions surged like a tide, becoming even more intense.

"Suluo, must win!"

"Suluo, must win!!"

The shouts suddenly burst forth, with people on both sides of the stands holding banners and leading the chants.

Hundreds and thousands of eyes and voices converged, making Cao Tong and Zhou Cheng feel uncomfortable once more.

Even Lin Hao frowned slightly, feeling psychological pressure.

"Master Chen."

Soon, someone approached.

It was Siwa, draped in a thick fur coat, her skin dark yellow, but her makeup exquisite, possessing a wild beauty.

"I didn’t know things would turn out like this with Master Zhou."

"Sorry."

She spoke sincerely, but Chen Feng shook his head.

"These words, you shouldn’t say to me."

Moving indifferently forward, brushing past her.

Whether or not she and Walon were in league, at the very least, she was part of the Suluo faction.

Instantly, Siwa’s expression froze, only able to watch his back fade away, as Zhou Wuren beside her shook his head and walked past her.

"Young master..." A servant from the Duowa Sect began to speak in comfort, but the other party sighed and indicated it was nothing.

Looking again, Chen Feng’s group finally reached the right side of the cloud platform, where a small area belonged to Chi Country.

At the same moment, a mountainous malice turned palpable.

Looking up, across several hundred meters on the opposite side of the cloud platform, five grandmasters appeared.

Walon, the old grandmaster from yesterday, Gert, and two other elderly figures unfamiliar to them.

Information flashed across his mind, and Chen Feng knew they were the pillars of Su Luo’s five great Secret Pattern schools, each with some foundation in the Master Realm.

And the rules for this exchange were simple.

Three battles to determine victory.

"Such a bother."

Chen Feng suddenly spoke, causing a slight pause among those around him.

But before they could react, a figure stepped out from the cloud platform across from them, heading towards the center of the arena.

On the left side were cliffs and a sea of clouds, with numerous large iron chains laid horizontally, connected to stone pillars adorned with engraved designs.

The right side featured a flat mountainside, covered in white snow, with people from the Su Luo martial arts world quickly arriving from the restaurant area earlier.

As for the front and back, outside the arena.

Almost all Su Luo people were on the stands, constantly waving flags and shouting, exuding powerful momentum.

"It’s Napeng, the old grandmaster, didn’t expect him to be the first to step up!"

"He’s the mentor of Master Walon, second only to the two Double Stars among the seasoned powerhouses!"

"Looks like victory is assured!!"

Voices continued to arise from the front and back stands, as Lin Hao and others clearly saw the appearance of the elderly man stepping onto the arena.

He was dressed in gray hemp clothing, looking somewhat thin and lean.

Seemingly like a candle flickering in the wind, yet with a thick aura, it was indeed the elder who ambushed and poisoned Zhou Wuren yesterday.

"Let me handle it."

Zhou Wuren’s hand was wrapped in bandages as he spoke solemnly, "This old fellow is very insidious, I worry they have other tricks...."

"Old Zhou."

Suddenly, Chen Feng spoke up.

Zhou Wuren was slightly taken aback, his words interrupted, and then he saw the other had already stepped forward.

Rip!

The zipper was pulled open, and a black down jacket was thrown to Cao Tong.

The black turtleneck sweater was filled out by his strong physique, his black trousers flapped in the wind, and his shoes stepped forward on the stone floor of the Cloud Platform.

"There’s no need to make things so complicated."

A calm voice echoed, as the silhouette that blocked the view steadily moved away.

Han Chao opened his mouth, feeling this was overly bold, wanting to dissuade yet finding it difficult to speak.

On the side, Zhou Wuren’s gaze fluctuated, his aura rising and falling, and finally he let out a sigh of relief.

"This trip, was in vain."

With a helpless inner voice that only he could hear, he vaguely sensed some kind of presence.

The crowd in the stands were unaware of this, and the core members of the Duowa Sect opposite had flashing eyes, with some revealing triumphant smiles.

"It seems the plan succeeded."

"Yes, Master Napeng’s specially made poison has affected the Absolute Shadow Grandmaster. Even if he enters the field, he is bound to lose."

"Then there’s only the Flame Tiger Master left. How many rounds do you think he can last?"

"Regardless of how many rounds, with Napeng and Walon exhausting him together, the result is certain."

A series of low conversations resounded. On the side, Siwa looked at his senior brother, noticing his slight frown, clearly dissatisfied.

"Senior brother, they are just following the Mountain Ancestor’s instructions, wanting to be more cautious after all...."

"No need to say more."

Interrupting the other’s words, Gert, cloaked in a cape, shook his head coldly.

Beside him, Walon noticed his disdain, his heart filled with reluctance, but he could only vent this emotion and look at the black-clothed youth stepping onto the stage.

To be reduced to a backdrop, all of this was because of the other.

The malice in his eyes grew more intense, until finally, the black-clothed youth stood at the center of the stage.

"Master Napeng, victory!"

"Master Napeng, victory!!!"

The shouts from the stands rang out again, the sound of the orderly crowd like a great force that could move many martial artists.

Behind, Cao Tong and Lin Hao felt the pressure closing in again, very uncomfortable, while the gray-clothed elder opposite had flickering eyes and spoke hoarsely.

"Flame Tiger Master, it seems today, your Chi Country’s transformed people can’t assist you."

He spoke calmly, this terrain being their advantage.

With television cameras and military drones recording the entire process below, even with a powerful transformed person, the other side could only use pure martial arts to determine the outcome.

Thinking of this, Napeng’s eyes grew more deeply shaded, the black patterns on his body spreading rapidly, bringing forth waves of black light.

Yet, facing his true skill’s buildup.

Across from him, the black-clothed youth lowered his eyelids and coldly asked.

"Why, do you think it’s a transformed person?"

Before he could react, Napeng’s gaze tightened.

But before he could process it, he saw the other looking past him towards the stands on both sides.

"Master Napeng, victory!"

"Master Napeng, victory!!"

"Master Napeng, vic...."

Buzz!!!

An invisible force suddenly spread out, the air trembled, the vision froze.

All shouting ceased in an instant, everyone within two to three hundred meters of the Cloud Platform felt a powerful force encasing them, fixing them in place, unable to move.

"Too noisy."

Tilted his head slightly, his joints emitted cracking sounds.

Chen Feng ignored Napeng’s wide-eyed shock, looking past his face drenched in cold sweat, towards the opposing area.

The Five Secret Pattern Schools, Su Luo’s Double Stars, and all the hurriedly arrived people from Su Luo Martial Arts World.

He raised his hand, pointing at the crowd, as crimson slowly gathered behind him.

"You, you, and you...."

"All of you, come at once."