CHAPTER 414: CHAPTER 233: OVERPOWERING SULUO, UNRIVALED_2

"You!!"

The senior figures of the Duowa Sect were furious, their lungs ready to explode. The Grandmasters from the other two Secret Pattern Schools were left with no alternatives, their expressions grave as they moved left and right.

Whoosh whoosh!!!

The whistling sound was like a whistle, as two figures brought forth a black light, the surrounding air was pierced like flowing water, bringing with it a dark hue.

Buzz!

The whistling intensified, becoming exceptionally piercing.

One Figure tore through the sky and stone, the Black Eagle True Intent on his body merged with him, his entire body covered in eagle-shaped secret patterns, his hands like eagle talons, reaching behind Chen Feng.

Another Figure roared like a ferocious tiger, leaping onto the platform, charging head-on, his fists surging and exploding with cold intent.

Below the stage, Zhou Wuren instinctively wanted to go on stage, but quickly.

Bam!!!

Left foot stomped on the ground, pivoting around to deliver a spinning kick.

The eagle-patterned elder was kicked through the chest, his face turning pale instantly, a mouthful of fresh blood spurting into the air, flying backward at an even faster speed, continuously crashing into the ground, creating five or six pits.

"Courting death!!"

The tiger-patterned elder used the opportunity to unleash a bombardment punch, his power exploding again.

Thud!!

Punch to the head.

A figure in black stood motionless, allowing the cracks underfoot to spread, only tilting his head to glare at his opponent.

A chilling sensation surged, the heart of the tiger-patterned elder was in great fear.

What kind of physique is this?

Thud!!

There was no answer, only a punch mark squarely hit the lower abdomen, nearly piercing through, causing the secret pattern on his body to dissipate and fade, his figure crashing through a corner of the platform, almost about to fall down the cliff.

Such bravery rendered the atmosphere silent, even Cao Tong and others felt secretly exhilarated and proud.

But at this critical moment.

Whoosh!!!

A black cloak fluttered, a figure pierced through the air, reaching in front of Chen Feng.

Boom!!!

Fist to fist, a whirlwind howling, like a tornado.

The platform collapsed with a loud noise, cracks formed again.

The nearly tangible dark light condensed in mid-air, looking like a giant curtain, hovering behind Gert, obscuring half the sky’s light.

"You are not at the Extreme Realm."

Four eyes met, he spoke coldly, the remaining surprise in his eyes forcibly suppressed.

He didn’t believe Chi Country would break this rule, the agreement that Extreme Realm wouldn’t participate had been made in advance, otherwise, they wouldn’t have been allowed to decide the final outcome.

Therefore, the opponent could only have touched the limit, realizing the Extreme Realm’s intent prematurely.

"What of it?"

The eyes under the slanting eyebrows were indifferent, only a crimson reflection in them.

In an instant, streaks of crimson bloomed behind Chen Feng, and the cracks under both their feet expanded rapidly.

Thud!!!

Another punch collided, the specially made platform finally couldn’t bear the load, collapsing and splitting into smaller sections.

The burning sun hung high in the sky, opposing that giant curtain from afar.

Feeling the Fake Extreme Realm aura from the opponent, Chen Feng exhaled with scorching white breath, the vertical pupils of the Red Tiger behind him reflecting everything.

Bang bang bang bang bang!!!

Fists and palms intertwined, a myriad of afterimages blossomed in mid-air.

Figures flickered, the muffled sounds continued, only the red and dark light flashing repeatedly, allowing people to barely catch a glimpse of a trace.

"So fast!"

Zhou Wuren was secretly alarmed below the stage, and beside him, Yuan Yueshan had long used the scan module.

Yet even so, within the internal virtual screen, the locked blue light circles still couldn’t track the trajectory of the two figures, only seeing continuous afterimages appearing.

"Isn’t Master Chen not skilled in speed?"

Han Chao was already shocked but at the same time still puzzled, instinctively asking.

"It’s the strength."

Zhou Wuren stared intently at the continuously flickering red and dark light around the platform, his expression stunned, explaining: "Master Chen’s strength is too strong, allowing for a brief burst to make up for the lack of speed."

"But that Suluo’s Gert is not simple either, his Mandala Secret Pattern is extremely formidable, and his speed is even a notch faster than Master Chen."

As he spoke, one could see the dark light gathering in Gert’s eyes, with a mandala pattern already blooming on his face.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh!!

The figure flashed continuously, his speed increasing again, as he instantly launched several strikes, covering Chen Feng’s eyes, neck, waist, and other weaknesses.

Although people couldn’t discern the details, they could still see the dark light surging, constantly encircling and attacking on both sides of the red.

"Doesn’t that mean we’re going to lose?"

Lin Hao frowned worriedly, and Zhou Wuren was also somewhat uncertain about the situation.

Master Chen seemed intent on not using the Extreme Realm, but such an arrogant approach...

Bang!!

A figure staggered back, visible red burst scattered, revealing the form of the young man in black.

The black clothes were tattered, exposing inch by inch of bronze-colored skin beneath.

His slightly squinted eyes looked over, and Chen Feng could feel that this Gert was even stronger than the Great Protector of the Divine Martial Alliance.

"I permit you to use the Extreme Realm."

Gert’s toes touched the ground and he instantly stopped, focusing his gaze. Behind him, the backdrop shifted rapidly in dark light, like wings floating on either side of his body.

The brownish-yellow face was already wrapped in black patterns, like mandala flowers blooming on his flesh.

Siwa and others secretly clenched their fists with excitement at this scene, even the previously furious Duowa high-ups relaxed their brows.

Yet, the young man opposite remained calm, merely tearing off his tattered black sweater.

His bare bronze upper body was revealed, dotted with white and red marks, but without much injury.

In an instant, Gert’s pupils shrank, and then the cracking sound came from the opponent’s body, his stature rising to two meters.

"Su Luo’s Double Stars, has insulted you."

Chen Feng spoke calmly, knowing the opponent was many times stronger than that Walon, having truly touched the human limit.

Below the stage, the severely injured and incapacitated Walon spat blood and fainted again in anger. Gert was unmoved, only cautiously gathering strength, frowning as he looked at Chen Feng.

Their four eyes met, and the other party spoke calmly once more.

"But unfortunately... Su Luo Martial Arts is mediocre, and you’re just the same."

Swoosh!!!

As the words landed, Gert’s eyes burst with cold light, rushing out fiercely, leaving a trail of afterimages.

The dark light wings formed by condensed power seemed real, and the mandala’s secret patterns spread again, appearing on his palm flesh.

In an instant, his speed increased to almost a sonic boom, dashing right before Chen Feng, and struck a palm on his chest.

Thud!!

A muffled sound exploded, the Cloud Platform shook, and snow nearby the snowy mountain fell continuously.

The chains by the cliff swayed endlessly, and the Su Luo people around the stands were all excited, thinking the outcome was decided.

But.

Not a single movement.

Gert’s pupils contracted, staring at the punch mark position.

The bronze chest remained unchanged, with only a little bit of blood oozing from the capillaries, barely breaking the skin.

In disbelief, a thick big hand already took the opportunity to grab his arm.

"Almost broke my defense."

A deep voice echoed, Gert’s face changed slightly, realizing he fell into the opponent’s provocation.

The opponent’s speed wasn’t as good as his, but this advantage was now completely worn away.

Thud!!

Punching like a dragon thrust!

Splurt!!

Blood spat, Gert’s bloodshot eyes widened, keenly aware of the intense pain Walon had previously endured.

Black patterns rapidly spread over his body, he wanted to break free from restraint.

But unfortunately.

Bang bang bang bang bang!

The thick big hand was like a vise, swinging his arm, continuously slamming him to the ground, back and forth in succession.

Pits appeared on the ground continuously, all Su Luo people widened their eyes because of it.

Dark light continuously tried to explode, but was soon suppressed by the red pressure, annihilated on the spot.

Until finally, the figure collapsed, spitting blood incessantly.

The black cloak tattered, Chen Feng kicked away his half-dead body, once more looking at the Duowa Sect high-ups across, and the already breath-holding, trembling Su Luo Martial Arts World members.

"Is there anyone else?"

His breathing remained steady, strands of scorching white steam escaping his body, like a high-temperature functioning machine dissipating heat.

The slightly bruised skin on his chest was gradually recovering at this moment, scabbing and solidifying.

With indifferent eyes looking down, the high-ups of the Duowa Sect were filled with shock and anger, turning to look at other martial artists.

Without grandmasters, what’s the use of True Intent?

The Five Secret Pattern Schools were completely defeated, could he alone have wiped them all out?

Only now did someone barely regain their senses, eyes full of indignity and fear.

However, no one dared to speak again, nor take any step forward.

The shouts on both sides of the stand ceased, all discussions seemed to disperse like smoke.

Everything captured in his eyes, Chen Feng shook his head, finally turning to leave.

"You Su Luo... are truly weak."