Unstoppable Crushing: Starting from Adding Points in Dreams

Buzz!

Under the blue sky, above the dead leaves and soil.

As Chen Feng made his decision, the Snake Spirit Fruit, curled up like a small snake, quickly became illusory and then scattered into bits of energy that surged into his body.

Without hesitation, he sat cross-legged and began to operate the key techniques of the Awakening Method.

Little streams of warmth flowed into his lower abdomen's dantian, constantly nurturing that bundle of Flame Seed.

As time ticked by, the progress on the panel gradually increased.

Meanwhile, the great battle of the Black Blade Tribe continued, and although Oron and the others were fewer in number, all the Fifth-Order Snake-men here had been slain.

With greater individual power, they had long since suppressed all the Snake-men within the Black Blade Tribe, turning the battle into a one-sided hunt.

This scene shocked many humans enslaved by the Black Blade Tribe, as they had never imagined that one day one of the eight top tribes on the Snake Spirit Continent would face slaughter.

Shock, awakening, hatred, rebellion...

Many slaves who had been oppressed exploded as a result, joining the ranks of the Holy City elite warriors.

Some picked up the Snake-men's spears, while others grabbed iron swords, and gradually began to fight back for revenge.

Gradually, no one could know.

At the tribe's rear in a low hill, Chen Feng had already entered a critical moment, only the silently descending White Gray Giant Statue guarded nearby.

Perception gathered throughout his body, focusing on the lower abdomen's position.

He concentrated, feeling the nurturing and growth of the Holy Flame Seed.

A faint platinum color constantly transformed the surrounding Red Flames, with the aura of divine majesty growing ever more intense.

Until the end.

[Holy Flame Awakening Method: Sixth Order!]

The panel progress solidified, and a crackling noise erupted from within Chen Feng's body.

The Flame Seed transformed into a platinum color, with threads of red light flickering around it.

His tendons and bones, flesh, and skin were thus tempered, fully developing some unexplored potential.

Immediately, Chen Feng looked at the panel, where the four-dimensional attributes silently changed.

[Strength: 75.4 → 80!]

[Agility: 70 → ?]

[Constitution: 77 → ?]

[Will: 76.3 → 78!]

"An increase of nearly seven attribute points."

He squinted slightly, unsure if it was because he reached the human body's limit, subject to the shackles of rules.

Chen Feng could feel he hadn't fully improved.

Though Strength and Will did reach the limit, it wasn't the true end of the Sixth-Order Holy Flame Awakening Method; it was more as if all unused potential had been unearthed.

Additionally, Agility and Constitution were also shackled, difficult to increase.

It's as if the extra strength was hidden by some rule, only being added to his body when he could truly bear this excess power.

"Must transcend...."

Chen Feng perceived his situation, roughly understanding it.

He had fully reached the human body's limit, genuinely reaching the end of ordinary Martial Arts.

Furthermore, due to his greater potential and higher limits than others, even just in the Extreme Realm, he'd crossed the threshold of the Sixth Order, reaching what ordinary people needed transcendence to attain.

Because of this, he could clearly feel the shackles becoming more apparent.

Buzz!

All at once, a thought flashed through his mind.

Suddenly, he felt his Spiritual Will beginning to transform.

The process was quite peculiar, as if his body, this vessel, was being compressed by the world, leading to the internal spiritual power being compressed, resulting in mutation.

More than that, it spilled out.

"Spiritual projection...."

Chen Feng inexplicably gained insight, making an attempt.

Crack, crack, crack!

Instantly, as he focused his mind.

The surrounding air visibly trembled, the ground shook, as if enveloped by an invisible heavy pressure.

This effect was similar to Storm Fury, but it was the true Martial Arts Extreme Intent.

Part of its principle was very similar to Storm Fury, relying on spiritual power to create intense oppression.

Besides, there were some other wonders.

Danger premonition, reflecting everything.....

"I can vaguely sense some crises in the unseen."

"All five senses rise significantly, perception becomes sharp, and even with closed eyes, I can sense movements within a certain range...."

"The perfect use of the flesh and body, equivalent to Divine Soul enhancement, can unleash greater strength, even stimulate acupoints and muscles for quick control and injury recovery..."

An insight inspired by inspiration emerged, and Chen Feng suddenly understood why the Extreme Realm was so much stronger than a Grandmaster.

Strength, speed, sensing, recovery....Enhancements in every aspect, almost without flaws.

The true human body limit, every move unleashes all the potential of this flesh and body.

"However, these things don't hold much meaning for me."

Chen Feng shook his head, for an ordinary person, they might gain a significant boost from the extreme intent.

But he....

Too powerful, along with the more special Extraordinary Talent.

Therefore, the greater use of the extreme intent has only two points.

The first.

His eyes brightened, he could clearly sense his extreme intent was slowly merging with the Storm Fury talent.

In other words, the power of Storm Fury greatly increased.

Through perception comparison and estimation, he guessed that if he used a mental shock, few Flying Generals could withstand it.

Even its impact on reality was comparable to the force field of a Strong Sixth Order.

The second.

His spirit focused, looking into his mind.

One by one, legendary points of light swirled.

In the merest sense, that weak connection with the world was sensed by him, even clearer than before.

Subconsciously, Chen Feng chose to attempt resonance.

Buzz!

The world trembled, everything around swiftly darkened, becoming blurry.

The entire view was left with only a white heavenly ladder carrying countless hopes and wills, and that supreme throne atop the ladder.

"King of the World...."

Chen Feng once again stood beneath the ladder, gazing toward the throne.

According to the dream realm records of Qinggang City, transcendence is the only way to break the shackles of rules.

If one steps on the Martial Arts Ladder and initially resonates with the world, they can channel the World Power to cleanse themselves, strengthening both body and spirit.

Or, enter the Resonance Mode to gain an extremely strong boost and outburst temporarily.

For this reason, the path of transcendence, reflected in the Martial Arts Ladder, naturally varies in strength.

Each time one steps onto a higher rung, it corresponds to a stronger world frequency.

The greater the world power drawn, the stronger the enhancement and resonance effects gained.

If one could reach the pinnacle and sit on the throne,

then they would attain a Martial God Realm, a level that no one in the High Strength Alliance has ever achieved, a status long whispered of in legends.

Or perhaps, it could be called something even more extreme.

King of the World.

Tap!

Instantly, as the thought crossed his mind, Chen Feng tried to take a step forward.

The heavy pressure from the world surged like an endless tide from all directions.

Breathing was labored, and the heartbeat grew intense.

His body's blood vessels trembled constantly, as if under immense pressure, ready to burst at any moment.

Only a legendary imprint tried to stabilize the world, illuminating his body, attempting to move forward slowly.

However.

Boom!!

The world quaked, and a mystical light suddenly flooded the originally dark and deep stairway.

The throne dimmed, with great force pressing against every inch of skin and spirit.

Chen Feng felt intense pain and discomfort, instinctively looking up.

A pair of dark golden pupils suddenly appeared on either side of the stairs.

The mystical light emanated from them, with those snake-like eyes so enormous, covering even the world's throne like the sun and the moon.

Waves of strong malice washed over, causing Chen Feng's skin to crack inch by inch.

His mind surged with waves, he vaguely saw behind those dark golden pupils, a serpentine form stretching and expanding, obscuring the sky and sun.

Bang!!!

In an instant, the world trembled, the scene shattered.

Far away, Oron and others were salvaging the battlefield at the Black Blade Tribe, suddenly feeling a dreadful unease, eyes widening towards the sky.

The originally bright blue sky inexplicably darkened.

The clouds in the sky had gathered into the shape of a gigantic snake python, turning pitch black, resembling dark clouds, shrouding the Sky Dome.

Crack!!

Lightning snaked through, rumbling thunder echoed.

Such a celestial phenomenon caused most of the Holy City warriors to freeze, their faces slightly pale.

Molly was stunned, her mouth agape, while the white gray statue that had been spinning in midair suddenly flew to her shoulder, also gazing at the celestial anomaly.

"This..."

"What is happening?"

The crowd was bewildered and uncertain, and in the next second, an undying Snake-man let out a spiteful, maniacal laugh.

"Hahaha!"

"It's the Snake God!! The Snake God has manifested!!"

"You are all cursed by the Snake God!!"

The spiteful laughter echoed throughout the ruined domain of the Black Blade Tribe, and another peal of thunder flared through the sky.

The Holy City warriors who wanted to brandish their swords trembled, inexplicably feeling some fear, almost unable to grasp their iron blades.

The atmosphere turned eerily silent, the invisible pressure engulfing the area.

Minute by minute, second by second.

Swish!!

Suddenly, at a critical moment.

The towering Oron abruptly swung his sword and beheaded the howling Snake-man, holding its head aloft and roaring angrily at the sky.

"The Holy City fears not the curse!!"

Boom!!

The sky flashed with lightning once more, as if heavenly punishment was imminent.

Yet.

Buzz!!

The white gray giant statue appeared out of nowhere, with a faintly visible black-armored youth standing on its shoulder.

"So, it was you."

With blood slowly wiped from the corner of his mouth, his pale face and the backlash he suffered were healed once more by the Heart of Life.

Chen Feng steadfastly stared at the dark clouds, beginning to understand the situation.

He had achieved Ultimate Intent, the first step in resonating with the world.

But, the legendary imprint was still lacking a little.

Besides.

This is not the real Earth Star World, but the Snake Spirit Continent dominated and ruled over by the Snake-men.

In other words, to some extent, this world has already been imprinted and watched by the Snake God.

And his failed resonance just now was largely due to this.

Crumbling thunder!!

As if in response, the sky's dark clouds rolled continuously, lightning thundering anew.

The flickering silver snake lightning almost resembled a dragon snake, with the pressure of the heavens spreading and shrouding from all directions.

The people of the Holy City were in disarray and uncertainty, even the stalwart Oron trembled

But still.

"Begone!!"

Boom!!!

The white gray giant statue suddenly threw a Bombardment Punch to the sky.

Standing on its shoulder, Chen Feng, his injuries healed, returned to his peak, his gaze icy like a bladed sweep.

Let it be heavenly punishment or a curse.

I strive to become the King of the World, no one can stop me!

Boom!!

Immediately, an infinite Will bore a counterattack.

The dark clouds in the sky instantly vanished, the gloom receded to reveal a blue sky once more.

Rays of sunlight poured down on the Earth, the Holy City warriors standing within the ruins of the Black Blade Tribe felt the cold retreat, warmth returning.

Oron's fingers subtly twitched, his trembling broadsword suddenly plunged into the ground.

Molly, not far away, was in a daze, the Snake-man's blood staining her withered vine had long solidified.

Everyone had similar actions and expressions, with some barely regaining their senses, faces drenched in cold sweat, breathing heavily.

Yet regardless of who they were, at this moment, they all looked up to watch the person and the statue high above the sky.

In a trance, they suddenly felt.

Perhaps the future of the Holy City is not without hope?