CHAPTER 413: CHAPTER 233: OVERPOWERING SULUO, UNDEFEATED

"Hurry, hurry, hurry!!"

"The exchange event has started!"

"Hurry and enter!"

"Something’s not right, why does it feel so quiet!!"

In the parking area of the snow mountain building, there were still many people from Su Luo rushing in.

A black car barely found a spot and parked, and upon getting off, they looked towards the direction everyone was hastily heading.

Zhao Tingxiao slightly frowned, and the young man beside him couldn’t help but ask.

"Brother Ting Xiao, has Master Chen already started?"

"Probably."

Saying this, the group hastened their steps.

The Cloud Platform area was eerily silent, with many people stiffly standing in place.

Seeing this, confusion arose in their hearts, and worry quietly emerged.

This silence, did something happen?

In their anxiousness, they finally arrived near the open Cloud Platform.

Soon, a powerful force ignored friend or foe, enveloping the entire Cloud Platform area.

The drones flying in the air all plummeted to the ground, and the Su Luo female reporter who had been asking questions earlier widened her eyes, her face reddening with fright, only feeling her throat being choked and unable to make a sound.

Looking inside, the people holding banners in the stands all had identical expressions of fear, bodies trembling as if they might collapse at any moment.

"Impossible!!"

Walon suddenly roared in anger below the stage, bloodshot eyes filled with disbelief.

This feeling is so familiar, this scene is so familiar.

He didn’t believe it, didn’t want to admit that this was the opponent’s power.

"Where did this Force Field come from?"

"No! In this kind of setting, it can’t be a Fifth-Order Transformed Human!"

"Fool, this isn’t a Force Field! It’s the Extreme Realm!!"

An enraged voice came from the higher-ups of the Duowa Sect, many people wanted to move, but the immense pressure on their bodies left them unable to budge.

Napeng on the stage was sweating profusely, his gray clothes soaked through.

His eyes full of dark light were fixed on the black-clad youth in front of him, unable to believe that the opponent had already touched the Extreme Realm.

Perhaps, he might already have ascended to this realm?

Whoosh!!!

Suddenly, a figure below the stage forcibly broke through the pressure, rushing up onto the stage.

"I don’t believe it!!"

Walon roared, with a massive black vulture’s True Intent appearing behind him, lifelike and seemingly real.

A series of whistling sounds followed, like the roar of artillery.

In an instant, looking at the arrowhead-like white air the opponent drew up, and the ever-approaching figure.

Chen Feng’s expression remained indifferent, unsurprised by this.

The mental pressure of Storm Fury covers a range; the larger the area, the more dispersed the power, and naturally, the pressure is lessened.

Buzz!

In the next moment, he voluntarily dispersed Storm Fury, stepping forward.

Boom!!!

Punches and palms collided, a muffled sound erupted.

The two stood against each other, a cracking sound as the huge platform shook suddenly, splits rapidly spreading beneath their feet.

"You can’t possibly be the Extreme Realm!!"

Walon shouted, his eyes filled with fierce light.

The humiliation of yesterday was vivid in his mind, and Mountain Ancestor’s explanations made him almost lose his mind.

All his plans were forgotten, black patterns spread and erupted on his body, merging with the ferocious vulture that was lifelike.

Buzz!!!

Immediately, one could see his left palm, poised at his waist, transforming into an eagle claw, striking towards Chen Feng’s lower abdomen.

The tearing sound was like the shriek of a fierce vulture, and the dense black light was about to hit.

Boom!!!

The post-movement punch broke the eagle claw arm, hitting Walon’s chest directly.

A cracking sound accompanied by the concave chest, a mouthful of fresh blood spurted out, his eyes widened nearly popping out, his body bending backward like a shrimp ready to fly back.

Boom, boom, boom!!

Three consecutive punches, as fast as lightning.

Chen Feng’s left palm grabbed onto the opponent’s fractured arm, holding on to his body, while his right arm, like a spear, shattered his Protective Vajra Armor, leaving three concave marks on his chest, nearly protruding from his back.

In an instant, a Third Stage Master was rendered useless, the flying backward figure crashing through all obstacles, landing into the stands.

The atmosphere was silent, those just gasping for breath as the pressure lifted were dripping with cold sweat and terror, then saw the opponent ignoring the nearby Master Napeng, continuing to look at the opposite stands.

"Su Luo’s Double Stars?"

In a disdainful tone, Chen Feng suddenly raised a Whip Fist, smashing apart Napeng Master’s incoming fatal sneak attack.

The supposedly invasive dark light and crimson erupted like flames, hidden qi within his strong physique forced it out.

Pa.

His hand like a tiger’s claw, he grasped Master Napeng’s head, gray hair scattering between his fingers.

"Is this all you have?"

Without even a glance at the old man in his hand, he continued looking condescendingly at the Su Luo Martial Arts World crowd, including the thirty-something man in the black cloak.

All confidence dissipated in an instant, replaced with a heavy coldness.

Bang!!

A muffled sound exploded, Napeng’s body swayed like a reed, the dark light erupting from him suppressed by the crimson, instantly obliterated.

Standing firmly, Chen Feng plunged his head into the platform, repeatedly smashing it down.

Bang!

Bang!!

Bang!!!

The dull sound continued, and a red fierce tiger seven meters tall appeared, flames swirling around its four legs.

With blood covering his face and flesh torn, Master Napeng’s consciousness was in chaos, nearly torn apart by pain.

Instinctively gritting his teeth to resist, but the next second.

"This punch is for Old Zhou."

Boom!!!

With cold words landing, a punch penetrated his lower abdomen, causing a torrential spray of fresh blood.

Below the stage, Zhou Wuren and others were astounded, while the Duowa Sect’s higher-ups across could no longer sit still, some even angrily shouted at Gert.

"Gert, are you not going to make a move!!!"

In the midst of furious questioning, the figure in the black cloak remained motionless, as if venting his dissatisfaction with the previous plan.