Mainland Martial Arts

Chapter 379 Unable to Resist

Lin Feng's forehead instantly became covered with beads of cold sweat. Beads of sweat rolled down his resolute yet slightly pale face like beads from a broken string, dripping onto the cold, hard metal surface of the martial arts arena with a "tick-tick" sound, creating tiny yet dazzling splashes. His heart was churning like a raging sea. He knew full well that while the armor he wore, forged from the fusion of true qi and the power of heaven and earth, could provide a powerful boost in combat power in the short term, the amount of true qi it consumed was like a bottomless abyss that could never be filled. Especially after the damage and repairs it had undergone, the rate of consumption had increased exponentially. Now, he could feel his true qi running out. The image of the Star Knife emerged in his mind. If the Star Knife was in his hand at this moment, perhaps he would still have the confidence to fight Huang Tian head-on. But now, he could only face this powerful and almost unsolvable enemy with bare hands. A deep sense of powerlessness completely overwhelmed him like a tide, making him feel as if he was in a dark and cold desperate situation, unable to find a glimmer of hope.

Huang Tian's gaze remained fixed on Lin Feng. His initial disdain and indifference were gone, replaced by a rare glimmer of respect and admiration. He raised his head slightly, looked at Lin Feng, and slowly spoke, "General Lin, your strength has surpassed my expectations and worthy of my respect. Today, for this unforgettable clash, I will utilize the Nine Emperor Pavilion's supreme secret technique—the Nine Phoenix Body. Though only at the third level, you should be proud of it." His voice was deep and rich, like an ancient bell tolling slowly across the martial arts arena. Each note contained a powerful force that shook the air slightly, reaching Lin Feng's ears and striking his heart.

Lin Feng gazed at the terrifying Huang Tian before him. Though fear welled up in his heart, his gaze remained as firm as a rock, showing no sign of retreat. He knew full well that as a warrior, even when facing the most formidable foe, he could never be cowardly. He took a deep breath, forced himself to calm himself, and shouted, "Come on, show me the true power of the Nine Emperor Pavilion's secret techniques." With that, he slammed his feet against the ground, and the metal floor of the arena instantly emitted a dull rumble, as if unable to bear the weight. His figure, like a flash of blue lightning, sped towards Huang Tian at top speed. His movements were sleek and agile, each movement brimming with strength and determination, as if he were launching a final charge against his fate.

Seeing Lin Feng charging towards him, Huang Tian's lips curled up slightly, revealing a smile of appreciation. He, too, showed no sign of weakness. He tapped the ground with his feet and soared into the air like an eagle spreading its wings, swooping down on Lin Feng with lightning speed. His speed was so extreme that a blurry afterimage shone through the air, making it difficult to capture. The two men instantly closed the distance, each clenching their fists like a pair of beasts about to be unleashed, carrying a force capable of devastating destruction. In the center of the martial arts arena, their fists collided like meteors, emitting a deafening roar that threatened to shatter the entire arena.

"boom!"

The immense impact spread outward like a raging tsunami, sending Lin Feng flying backward uncontrollably like a falling leaf. His feet rubbed against the metal floor of the arena, leaving two long trails of sparks and a sharp, grinding sound. He slid for a considerable distance before finally stabilizing himself. By this point, his body was close to the energy barrier, its faint blue light illuminating his pale face, adding to his sense of embarrassment and helplessness.

Huang Tian, ​​however, stood firm like an unshakable god of war, maintaining his fist-pounding stance, as if the earth-shaking blow he had just dealt was a piece of cake for him. His eyes were calm and profound, revealing a powerful confidence and majesty.

Lin Feng slowly raised his head and looked at Huang Tian. He saw his right hand hanging down, the armor from his hand to his forearm had disappeared, revealing scarred skin. Blood trickled down his fingers, dripping onto the martial arts stage, forming glaring bloodstains. A strong sense of resentment and anger welled up in his heart, but he also knew clearly that the gap between him and Huang Tian could not be bridged by passion alone.

Huang Tian retracted his fist, closed his eyes slightly, and once again mobilized the inner Qi in his body. In an instant, his figure disappeared from the spot like a black lightning, leaving no trace, as if he had merged into the void.

Seeing this, Lin Feng's brow furrowed, his eyes revealing a hint of vigilance and nervousness. He tried to sense Huang Tian's presence, but that powerful aura was as elusive as a ghost. Suddenly, as if sensing something, his body reacted instinctively, swerving to the left. However, his speed seemed so slow at this moment, as if he was racing against time, destined to be ruthlessly left behind.

A hand, like an impossibly sharp machete, whistled and slashed down at Lin Feng's right arm. A dazzling light shone from the hand, as if imbued with boundless power. The moment it made contact with the armor on Lin Feng's right arm, it crackled like thin ice meeting red-hot iron, emitting billowing smoke before dissipating like snowflakes. A piece of Lin Feng's clothing peeled off his right arm, revealing the pale skin beneath. Fortunately, he was unharmed, but the armor on his right hand had almost completely dissipated, leaving only a few fragments hanging limply from his arm, as if telling of its owner's tragic fate.

As Huang Tian's hand descended, a stream of sword energy roared forward like a monstrous beast out of control. Wherever the sword energy passed, deep fissures were ripped through space, and the air was rapidly compressed, forming visible gas masses that slammed into the energy barrier like cannonballs. With a resounding "crack," the energy barrier was forcibly cleaved by the sword energy, its remaining force undiminished, surging towards the crowd outside.

Everyone was horrified upon seeing this, retreating in terror. At this crucial moment, a dark figure appeared like a ghost. Clad in black, it wore a mysterious mask. A striking "one" (一) on its forehead emanated a chilling aura. He stood silently before the sword energy, like a towering mountain, blocking its path. He slowly extended a hand, palm facing the sword energy. The movement, seemingly slow, held an indescribable confidence and composure.