The Supreme Martial Expert of the Female CEO

Chapter 1281: Seriously Injured in One Move



"Ling Feng, why does something feel off?" the Bright Saintess leaned in close to Ling Feng, nervously asking, "Why haven't those people made any moves? Are they waiting for someone?"

Ling Feng looked at the Bright Saintess in surprise and said with satisfaction, "Your battle instincts have improved a lot since before. Congratulations on shaking off the title of battle novice!"

The Bright Saintess retorted in annoyance, "Is this really the time for jokes?"

Ling Feng chuckled, "What else can I do? Should I cry instead? Besides... I'm also quite eager to see who shows up later. I wonder how they'll compare to Ghost Hand. I hope they aren't too weak, otherwise, it won't be satisfying to fight them."

"Haha, indeed, an arrogant kid!" At this moment, a rough voice sounded, and wherever the sound wave reached, it was as if a fierce wind had swept through.

Ling Feng's expression slightly changed: "Such a strong soundwave attack. It seems this guy's strength is on par with Ghost Hand, maybe even harder to deal with!"

Although these soundwave attacks couldn't harm Ling Feng and his group, Ling Feng could infer that this person must possess an insanely strong physical power!

Because those without strong physical power cannot unleash such powerful soundwave attacks!

As soon as the words fell, a giant man over two meters tall appeared before Ling Feng and his group. He looked over them with bull-sized eyes and then focused on Ling Feng, "Hey, kid, are you the one who killed Ghost Hand? Your strength doesn't seem that great to me. What tricks did you use to ambush Ghost Hand?"

Ling Feng replied indifferently, "Ambush? I never ambush. Clearly, your companion just wasn't skilled enough!"

"Impossible!" The giant shook his head, "The boss said you killed Ghost Hand with Sword Qi, and he didn't even use Mist Cloak when he died. Clearly, you ambushed him. Otherwise, how could he have died?"

Ling Feng sneered, "I'm not interested in discussing this with you. I just want to know one thing: are you going to fight or not? If not, get lost. If you are, then cut the crap!"

The giant paused, then laughed heartily, "Straightforward, you're much more straightforward than Ghost Hand. My name is Shenyan, what's yours? After I kill you, I'll erect a monument for you since not many dare to speak to me like this."

Ling Feng raised an eyebrow, "Shenyan? Listen up, I, Ling Feng, will be the one to kill you. Even in death, you should know who killed you, right?"

A killing intent flashed in Shenyan's eyes as he shouted, "Don't move, anyone! I want to properly entertain this little guy today. Watch the others and don't let them escape!"

The surrounding Blood Howl Camp experts quickly dispersed. Ling Feng knew they hadn't completely left but had sealed off the area.

Unless he could kill or restrain Shenyan, escape would be difficult.

Ling Feng licked his lips, his eyes shining brightly, "Shenyan, make your move. Let me see how capable the experts of the Divine Realm are!"

Shenyan snorted coldly and stepped heavily on the ground.

Boom! The force of this step seemed to threaten to crush the entire mountain, causing it to shake slightly.

"The physical strength is simply monstrous!" A serious expression flashed in Ling Feng's eyes. Shenyan and Ghost Hand were two completely different opponents: Ghost Hand excelled at using Darkness Power, but Shenyan maximized his physical strength.

Between these two opponents, Shenyan was more difficult for Ling Feng to deal with. However, growing stronger when faced with a challenge was Ling Feng's style; Shenyan's strength only fueled Ling Feng's fighting spirit further.

Ling Feng shook his body, the sound of cracking bones echoing, "Big guy, bring it on!"

Shenyan let out a sinister laugh, then his body flickered, disappearing from his original spot. In the next instant, he appeared in front of Ling Feng, swinging a punch towards Ling Feng's chest.

A fierce sense of danger enveloped Ling Feng's mind. This punch seemed ordinary but followed a profound trajectory. Countless thoughts flashed through Ling Feng's mind, but every retreat he considered was within the punch's range.

Helplessly, Ling Feng crossed his arms to block Shenyan's attack!

Boom! Shenyan's punch sent Ling Feng flying like a cannonball, smashing him into the rocks nearby.

After landing the punch, Shenyan didn't pursue; he stood with his hands behind his back, calmly watching the pile of rocks.

Pain! Ling Feng felt pain all over his body and realized both his arms were shattered into countless pieces.

"Is this the true power of the Peak of Divine Realm?" Ling Feng coughed up blood, a hint of shock in his eyes. Killing Ghost Hand had led him to underestimate the peak experts of the Divine Realm, thinking they weren't much.

But Shenyan's punch brought Ling Feng to his senses, making him realize the vast gap in strength between him and the Peak of Divine Realm experts. Without the Mo Yu Sword back then, he would have died at Ghost Hand's hands.

"What's the matter? Playing dead after boasting?" Shenyan stared at the rock pile and said, "I know you're still alive. If you're a real man, stand up. I want to see how many punches you can take!"

Shenyan's words were filled with disdain, sending a rush of hot blood through Ling Feng's heart. He took a deep breath, suppressing the excruciating pain as he pushed the massive stones off himself and staggered to his feet.

It had been a long time since Ling Feng had felt such pain, almost having forgotten what it was like. Getting beaten like this by Shenyan's punch brought a smile to his face—a cold, indifferent smile.

"Still able to stand? It seems you're much stronger than the average Early Divine Realm novice!" Shenyan looked at him with some surprise.

Shenyan was confident in his strength; even a Mid Divine Realm expert would struggle to take his full-force punch and remain standing.

Ling Feng looked at his twisted arm, frowned, and then sharply swung it against the rocks beside him, leaving a deep blood mark but also straightening the twisted arm somewhat.

Then Ling Feng used trembling hands to fit his broken arm back in place, showing no sign of pain on his face—only indifference.

Shenyan felt a bit pressured. Although Ling Feng's strength was indeed insignificant in his eyes, Ling Feng's expression gave him the feeling of facing the Death God!


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