Chaos Heavenly Emperor Technique

"Hahaha!"

Tie Yan burst into wild laughter. You have to know, with that brutal Strength of his, even among the Tie Family’s older generation of experts, very few could compete with him, yet Ling Feng could actually match him in Strength blow for blow!

For a moment, Tie Yan’s heart was both excited and shaken.

He couldn’t imagine how that small frame of Ling Feng’s could possibly contain such explosive Strength.

"That’s satisfying!"

Tie Yan let out a low roar and once again swung the "Iron Pillar" in his hand, hacking viciously toward Ling Feng.

Or rather, he was smashing it down.

In an instant, fierce winds exploded in all directions. That one swing seemed to churn heaven and earth. The entire arena trembled violently. That tyrannical Strength with nowhere to vent pounded the arena floor over and over, crushing it again and again. Stones and rubble all turned into fine powder.

If you looked carefully, you could even see pitch-black Void Rifts appearing all around Tie Yan’s body.

This was reaching the realm of Power Break Void purely by Brute Force alone, without any technique at all!

Ling Feng took a deep breath. He had to admit, this Tie Yan was definitely the most terrifying Brute Force freak he had ever met so far.

He had already activated the Divine Power of eighty Dragon Elephants, yet he was only on par with him.

Bang!

The two swords clashed again—crack, crack, crack!

The ground shattered inch by inch, and even the Defensive Barrier around the arena was being violently shaken by the raging Strength, as if it might Shatter at any moment.

However, this Barrier had been set up by a Saint Level expert. With Strength collision alone, it was absolutely impossible to break it.

On the high platform.

"I didn’t expect this Ling Feng to actually be able to match that kid Tie Yan in terms of Strength!"

A hint of surprise flashed across Tie Kunlun’s face. He knew very well what level Tie Yan’s Strength had reached. As a Casting Family, the Tie Family naturally also had a Body Refining inheritance.

You could say Tie Yan was definitely the most Talented genius in the path of Body Refining the Tie Family had seen in nearly a thousand years, and that "Xuanzhong" in his hand was personally forged by the Tie Family’s Ancestor.

With the might of Xuanzhong, Tie Yan’s Strength could be boosted by at least thirty percent. Even so, Ling Feng could still meet that Strength head-on.

It was simply unbelievable!

"This kid really does exude Bu Fan everywhere you look."

Xuanyuan Longteng nodded slightly and said indifferently, "Brother Tie, looks like in less than three moves, that kid of yours is going to lose."

Tie Kunlun sighed softly. "Their Strength levels can be said to be evenly matched, but when it comes to the technique of using Strength, Tie Yan is still way too crude. I seriously suspect that Ling Feng might be from the Beihai Domain. Only those guys from the Beihai Domain would have such terrifying Body Refining Skill."

"Haha, then you’ve probably guessed wrong."

Xuanyuan Longteng shook his head with a smile. "Brother Tie, there’s something you don’t know. This Ling Feng is from the Eastern Spirit Domain!"

"What? The Eastern Spirit Domain?"

Not only Tie Kunlun, but aside from the Elders of the Xiao Family and the Zhuge Family, the Elders of the other families all changed expression.

The Eastern Spirit Domain, long recognized as the weakest among the Five Domains, had actually produced such an Evil freak.

It was just too hard to believe!

...

Just as Xuanyuan Longteng had predicted, after three moves, Tie Yan’s fierce Strength gradually waned. His style was nothing more than One Force Drops Ten Meetings, using sheer Strength to crush his opponent.

Unfortunately, he couldn’t crush Ling Feng, which meant he was destined to lose.

Clang!

With another thunderous crash, the Giant Sword in Tie Yan’s hand was knocked flying. His tower-like, massive body retreated over ten steps in a row before he barely managed to steady himself at the edge of the arena.

Ling Feng sheathed his sword and stood with it, gazing at Tie Yan, his expression still calm as a light breeze. "Want to keep going?"

"No more, no more!"

Looking at his red and swollen hands, Tie Yan swallowed hard and cursed under his breath, "He’s a damn Monster!"

He took a deep breath before finally looking toward the referee and shouting at the top of his lungs, "I admit defeat!"

The referee nodded. "Alright, the match is over. The winner: Ling Feng!"

Tie Yan picked up his Heavy Sword, swept his gaze over Ling Feng once, and instead of much anger, his face broke into a silly grin. "Say, Brother, how the hell did you train that Strength of yours? With that skinny frame, you don’t look like a Body Refiner at all!"

As he spoke, he even raised his own thick arm to compare it with Ling Feng’s.

That muscular, bulging arm of his was actually several times thicker than Ling Feng’s leg, and his whole frame was over two meters tall.

Honestly, the fact that such a body had been beaten in Strength by Ling Feng really made him feel a bit frustrated.

Ling Feng raised his sword brows slightly and said lightly, "If we’re talking body size, can you compare to a Demon? With your Strength, you can probably go head-on against a Demon dozens of times bigger than you, right? So being big doesn’t necessarily mean having greater Strength. Your Strength is very strong; I only won in terms of how I used it."

Ling Feng wasn’t lying, but in truth, he had only used the Divine Power of eighty Dragon Elephants. If he mobilized the Divine Power of a hundred Dragon Elephants, Tie Yan probably wouldn’t even be able to clash head-on with him.

"Mm!" Tie Yan nodded thoughtfully. "Makes sense, Brother. Damn, if there’s a chance later, I gotta spar with you again. Fighting you is the real fun!"

"Hehe..."

The corner of Ling Feng’s mouth twitched twice. Don’t be fooled by his calm face—his own arm was sore as hell right now!

If Jiang Xiaofan were here, he’d probably be delighted to cross hands with a guy like this.

"Hey, you two—if you wanna chat, get off the stage and chat! The matches still have to continue!"

Up in the sky, Tie Kunlun glared impatiently at the two of them. Their necks shrank at the same time, and they hurriedly jumped off the arena, looking a bit embarrassed.

The tournament continued.

And this match once again sparked heated discussion among the onlookers.

A nameless kid had actually cut his way through opponent after opponent, and now he’d even defeated Tie Yan!

"Unbelievable, Tie Yan actually lost!"

"And he lost in a direct Strength clash. That guy’s seriously terrifying!"

At this point, even if some people still felt a bit unwilling in their hearts, they had no choice but to admit that Ling Feng was indeed a dark horse—and perhaps a super dark horse with enough power to compete for the top five.

Ling Feng and Tie Yan returned to the contestants’ area, found a spot, and sat down.

"Your strength seems far from simple."

Just then, a voice sounded beside Ling Feng’s ear. He turned his head and saw Chu Chaonan looking his way. His expression was calm, but there was a faint battle intent in his eyes.

"Likewise."

Ling Feng narrowed his eyes slightly. This Chu Chaonan was anything but ordinary. To use Basic Swordsmanship to defeat an opponent on the level of a Sword Master was in itself a terrifying feat.

You could say that if it came down to pure swordsmanship, he might actually be a bit inferior to Chu Chaonan.

What’s more, Chu Chaonan wasn’t even from one of the nine major families. To have such strength and yet not be from the nine major families...

There was probably a very brilliant teacher behind this person.