Martial Arts Overlord

BANG!

Luo Feng and Yuan Li separated the instant they clashed.

Yuan Li retreated more than ten steps before regaining his balance, while Luo Feng merely swayed slightly, standing as firm as a mountain.

After trading blows with Luo Feng, Yuan Li quickly gauged Luo Feng's strength, a hint of gravity touching his features.

It was clear that Luo Feng was only at the early stage of the Eighth Layer of the Hell Realm, yet his Gang Qi was astonishingly powerful. In a direct confrontation, Yuan Li was no match for him.

Having gauged Luo Feng's strength, a cold, knowing smile touched Yuan Li's lips.

He had only intended to test Luo Feng's capabilities and hadn't used his full strength.

Besides, he wasn't alone! Luo Feng was no real threat.

With a cold smile, the wind from his palm tore through the air, creating a sharp sound as he launched another fierce attack. This time, its power surpassed even his Gang Qi. Yuan Li's right palm seemed to transform into a blinding azure sun, so radiant that no one dared to look at it directly.

Facing Yuan Li's increasingly vicious attack, Luo Feng neither retreated nor evaded. His fists moved like a Jiao Dragon cleaving through the sea. Amidst the whistling fist shadows, he parried the relentless assault of the azure palm strikes.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Their figures flickered rapidly within the hall. Each clash devastated their surroundings.

After a brief exchange of conventional attacks, Yuan Li sensed an opening. His eyes narrowed, a glint of coldness within them, as brilliant azure Gang Qi erupted from both his palms, striking towards Luo Feng.

Watching the incoming twin palms, Luo Feng's brow furrowed, and the Tiger Soul Saber quietly materialized in his hand. He swung the saber downwards, cleaving one of the palm shadows. Just as he was about to counter Yuan Li's second strike, he suddenly heard a faint whistling sound from behind.

"Watch your back!"

The panicked voice of the simple and honest young man echoed from behind.

Chen Feng, who had been standing motionless, had inexplicably appeared behind Luo Feng. He held a dagger that glinted with a dark light, his viper-like eyes fixed on Luo Feng.

SHINK!

The dagger transformed into a cold black gleam, stabbing towards Luo Feng's back.

Feeling the chill from behind, Luo Feng's brow furrowed slightly. Yuan Li, noticing this subtle shift in Luo Feng's expression, couldn't help but laugh malevolently.

"Kid! Did you really think I'm weaker than you? I merely hid my true strength, waiting for Chen Feng to make his move. You're still too green to fight us! Die!"

Killing intent flared in Yuan Li's eyes as his power surged to its peak. His palm strike, imbued with shocking ferocity, tore through the air with a crackling sound as he aimed mercilessly at the trapped Luo Feng.

Just when both assailants believed Luo Feng was doomed, a low, chilling laugh suddenly echoed through the hall.

"Trying to ambush me? The Duanmu Family sure produces a lot of trash!"

The icy voice sent shivers down Yuan Li and Chen Feng's spines. In the instant they froze, a dragon's roar suddenly resonated through the hall.

"Dragon Slaughtering Gang Qi!"

With the cold shout in his heart, Luo Feng's Yuan Qi fluctuated mysteriously. A domineering aura surged from him, and the violently roiling Yuan Qi even formed illusions of wind and thunder at his side.

Awe-inspiring roars echoed through the hall, intimidating all beings. A colossal dragon coiled around Luo Feng, its eyes gazing disdainfully at the few people in the hall. Its sheer imposing presence felt unstoppable.

The instant the Dragon Slaughtering Gang Qi manifested, Yuan Li and Chen Feng's meticulously planned attacks rained down on Luo Feng.

BOOM!

The muffled thud of colliding Gang Qi resounded violently throughout the hall. The powerful shockwave caused the very floor of the hall to ripple like water.

Chen Feng's black dagger was the first to strike the Dragon Slaughtering Gang Qi. The immense resistance, followed by a fierce backlash, drained the color from Chen Feng's face, and he staggered, nearly losing his footing.

Yuan Li fared even worse.

His cultivation was already considerably weaker than Chen Feng's. Having just fought Luo Feng, he had expended a great deal of Yuan Qi. Now, facing the backlash from the Dragon Slaughtering Gang Qi, his Protective Gang Energy nearly shattered, and a trickle of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.

Just as the pair managed to withstand the backlash and heave a sigh of relief, their expressions changed drastically.

Luo Feng had reversed the situation in an instant and immediately pressed his advantage. Violent sounds of wind and thunder echoed in his Dantian as his surging Yuan Qi erupted outwards.

"Hundred Steps Divine Gang!"

With eyes as ferocious as a tiger's, Luo Feng dipped his body slightly, unleashing a barrage of savage punches.

HUM!

The very air in the hall vibrated violently with Luo Feng's barrage. The Yuan Qi formed several circular whirlwinds that swept towards Chen Feng and Yuan Li.

Their expressions changed drastically. No longer daring to hold anything back, they instantly pushed their Yuan Qi to its limits, forming a protective Gang Qi shield.

THUD! THUD!

A series of muffled impacts sounded as Yuan Li and Chen Feng were thrown back. When they finally skidded to a halt, a sweet taste filled their throats, and they violently coughed up mouthfuls of blood.

They're still alive…

Watching Chen Feng and Yuan Li, who still managed to remain standing, Luo Feng furrowed his brows slightly, a glint of interest in his eyes.

The cultivation of both men had clearly reached the peak of the mid-stage Eighth Layer of the Hell Realm; they were on the verge of a breakthrough. Their Yuan Qi was only marginally inferior to his own.

Their reaction speed had also surpassed Luo Feng's expectations; in that split second, they had managed to reinforce their Protective Gang Energy.

Otherwise, both of them would have died.

Nearby, the simple and honest young man stared at Luo Feng, so astonished he was speechless, his eyes filled with awe.

If he were to face either Yuan Li or Chen Feng, he would be killed in a single move.

Luo Feng looked younger than him, yet he held the upper hand against two martial artists at the mid-stage Eighth Layer of the Hell Realm. Truly, comparisons are odious; witnessing such prowess was enough to make one despair.

Having wounded both Yuan Li and Chen Feng with his fists, Luo Feng clapped his hands. His gaze swept over the grim-faced Yuan Li and Chen Feng as he said nonchalantly, "Weren't you going to kill me? Go on, make your move."

"Good one, kid! Truly deserving of being called the top new talent of this generation. We underestimated you!"

Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, Chen Feng's eyes filled with a savage glint. To be reduced to such a sorry state by a youth barely in his teens—this was a first for him!

Chen Feng and Yuan Li exchanged a glance. Chen Feng then smiled wickedly.

"Luo Feng, don't get too cocky. Do you really think that after establishing ourselves in Giant Stone City for so many years and reaching our current status, we wouldn't have any trump cards?"

Chen Feng gripped his dagger tightly and glanced at Yuan Li. "Attack!"

As his voice rang out, Yuan Qi surged frantically from both their bodies, drawing all the ambient Yuan Qi in the hall towards them.

Feeling the potent Yuan Qi fluctuations from the two, Luo Feng's brow twitched. With his potent Soul Power, he discerned at a glance that this was, at the very least, an inferior-grade Profound Level martial art!

A desperate struggle!

An icy smile touched Luo Feng's lips. He thrust his Tiger Soul Saber into the ground, the heavy blade instantly sinking half a foot deep.

As Yuan Qi formed illusions of wind and thunder around him, Luo Feng's aura steadily intensified. At this point, he naturally wouldn't hold anything back.

Watching Luo Feng's actions, contempt flashed in Yuan Li's eyes. "Stop your futile struggles! This Double Sun Mad Lion Palm is an inferior-grade Profound Level martial art we chanced upon a year ago. When two people perform it together, its power doubles. Forget you; even a martial artist at the peak mid-stage Eighth Layer of the Hell Realm would undoubtedly be defeated by this strike!"

Chen Feng also sneered coldly. "However, to die by this technique of ours is something you can be proud of!"

At this moment, Chen Feng and Yuan Li's auras reached their zenith. They exchanged a look of tacit understanding and simultaneously charged forward. The Gang Qi around each of them coalesced into the form of a ferocious ethereal lion. The furious roars of these ethereal lions shook the entire hall, causing the simple and honest young man's face to pale dramatically.

Seeing the Gang Qi lions materialize, Luo Feng raised an eyebrow. The Yuan Qi within his body surged tempestuously. A transparent vortex of Yuan Qi materialized beside him. Faintly crackling purple lightning and howling winds caused the surrounding space to appear somewhat blurry and distorted.

"Fist Dominates All Directions!"

With a low shout, a terrifying aura radiated from Luo Feng's body, as if an army of thousands was sweeping across the land, forging an empire!

RUMBLE!

The surrounding space abruptly compressed, then violently rebounded. A circular Fist Gang tore outwards, crushing everything in its path. Where it passed, the ground instantly collapsed, the circular chasm expanding rapidly, reaching Yuan Li and Chen Feng in the blink of an eye.

The overwhelming pressure and violent Yuan Qi fluctuations sent a flash of terror through the depths of Yuan Li and Chen Feng's eyes.

Neither had expected Luo Feng to still be concealing such ferocious strength!

Once the bow is drawn, the arrow must fly. Retreat meant death!

Both Yuan Li and Chen Feng were seasoned experts and understood this clearly. Thus, they could only desperately channel their Yuan Qi, augmenting the power of their Mad Lion Palm Gang, before fiercely smashing it against the terrifying circular Fist Gang.

RUMBLE!

With a colossal roar, the entire hall seemed to be on the verge of overturning. At the epicenter of their clash, transparent shockwaves radiated outwards. Where they passed, large cracks spread like a spiderweb, snaking towards the deepest parts of the hall.

CRASH!

The seemingly sturdy walls trembled, looking as if they might collapse at any moment.

The space in the hall momentarily stilled. Then, two figures were violently flung out. They spat mouthfuls of blood in mid-air before crashing harshly against a wall.

Instantly, the already precarious wall crumbled into a pile of rubble, engulfing the area in dust.

The simple and honest young man rubbed his eyes vigorously, desperate to see who had won this terrifying confrontation.

After a moment, the dust in the hall slowly settled. A figure, saber in hand, stood ramrod straight in the center of the hall, his back as erect as a spear.

On the other side, Yuan Li and Chen Feng—the two previously arrogant and seemingly invincible experts of the mid-stage Eighth Layer of the Hell Realm—lay amidst a pile of rubble, covered in blood, their bodies twitching feebly under the debris.

Witnessing the scene in the hall, the simple and honest young man gasped, his eyes wide with utter shock.