Unstoppable Crushing: Starting from Adding Points in Dreams

What kind of powerful ultimate intent is this?

Can it affect hundreds of meters away?

No one could answer her doubts, for everyone's attention was drawn below.

One by one, grandmasters and fake extreme realm practitioners stood stiffly oppressed, with even some collapsing unconscious.

With a face flushed like pig liver, Atena slowly bent his knees, his straight spine emitting strange cracking sounds, as if an invisible giant hand was pressing him down.

"Ah!!"

He roared and struggled, only to find he couldn't even let out a sound.

With a loud thud, he knelt down, and through bloodshot eyes, he clearly saw a scorching sun in the distance, transformed into a seven or eight-meter sun.

"Come down for me!"

Boom!!

The scorching sun ascended, resembling a bomb exploding.

The crowds on both sides of the stands stood shocked, never expecting martial arts power could reach such a level.

"Something's wrong with him!"

"Everyone, attack together!"

The three on the throne could no longer maintain restraint and composure.

The tall figure's body rose inch by inch, diving down first.

Like an arrow piercing the scorching sun, white steam rose from his body, descending straight from the heavens in an instant, crossing hundreds of meters.

The torn air turned into wind pressure, the powerful ultimate intent protecting him.

The bronze-colored body seemed to have trained some formidable hard skills, approaching the level of dazzling-level Vajra.

Swish!!

At the same moment, the sapphire cross longsword appeared from nowhere.

It was actually launched later but arrived first, reaching the speed extreme level, flashing instantly to Iphia's side in high altitude.

Her emerald eyes were full of cold light, the horizontal slash clearly hadn't yet arrived, but a cement low building in Competition City was split in half, about to collapse.

Boom!!

The crisis appeared in an instant, the sun in mid-air was blasted apart by a silver-armored man's fists.

Specks of red flames scattered across the sky, as if symbolizing a shooting star that flashed and disappeared, indicating it was nothing more than briefly brilliant, but vulnerable.

Until....

Crunch!

Bang!!!

Chen Feng suddenly stepped forward and opened his mouth, crushing the sapphire cross longsword with a bite.

The sinister white teeth and fierce eyes made Iphia's hair stand on end.

The figure falling from the sky felt a chill in his heart, and the next second, a punch mark shot up into the air, clashing with him in a fist.

Boom!!!

Crack! Crack! Crack!!

Cracks spread in all directions, a deep pit formed, and a blast wave swept across.

The cement low building split into two in the distance suddenly collapsed, flattening everything within a hundred-meter radius.

Crack!

The sound of bones breaking occurred, the tall figure falling from the sky had his arm twisted, his face flushed, and then he was grabbed by Chen Feng, swung like a hammer, and smashed into the ground.

Boom!!

Smoke and dust billowed, debris flying.

Beside, Iphia couldn't believe it, as the silver-armored man charging down finally arrived.

Boom!!

At the instant the deep pit exploded, he had already bent his knees to rise, his body enveloped in martial arts power transformed into silver light, enhancing his strength for a whirling side kick.

The powerful force brought a piercing sonic boom, as familiar roars echoed from inside the cement building.

"Ah!!"

The bull horn helmet crashed through all obstructions, collapsing building after building, while Orn, eyes full of bloodshot, charged like a rhino tank, as if the blood-stained indent on his chest fueled his anger.

Boom, boom, boom!!

Thuds mingled with the whistling kicks, creating oppression.

But.

"Useless."

Chen Feng spoke coldly, straightly punching forward.

Boom!!

The silver armor shattered instantly, the fist that pierced the abdomen emerged bloodied from his back.

The tearing pain drove one mad, and the silver-armored man instantly froze in place, face white as gold paper.

Following that, without dodging or avoiding.

Chen Feng turned around, extending his empty left hand to grab the bull horn of the helmet rushing in.

Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!

The cracks on the ground intensified, the deep pit sunk several layers.

Yet Chen Feng still stood at the original spot, even suddenly bowing his head to slam forward.

Boom!!

The headbutt strike was extraordinarily violent, shattering the sturdy bull horn helmet instantly.

The blood-soaked fat head dented several layers, the mountain-like body staggered and stumbled backward, only to sit back down in place.

Thud!

The dull sound echoed, and the world instantly turned silent.

The silver-armored man who had his abdomen penetrated was discarded on the ground, collapsed, trembling, his face covered in cold sweat.

Even the head of the tall figure from the Star Palace was once again stepped underfoot, filled with humiliation.

All struggles turned into futility, and only then did Chen Feng turn his head to look at Iphia who had flashed far away, hiding on the rooftop of a building a hundred meters away.

Their eyes met, one high, one low.

Emerald-green pupils filled with suspicion and fear.

The crowd on both sides of the stands was too shocked to react, and Princess Eleanor was even more surprised, her eyes filled with disbelief.

Four participants of the Extreme Realm defeated in less than ten seconds?

No one could last two moves against him, almost everyone severely injured?

"You run pretty fast."

A deep voice suddenly sounded.

Chen Feng glanced diagonally at Iphia on the distant rooftop, red flames swirling around him, flickering unsteadily.

The blue silk robe fluttered, and Iphia felt an inexplicable oppression and shudder, about to flee.

"I don't like hitting women."

"But..."

Crackle!

Boom!!

Thunder roared, and blue lightning flashed away.

A powerful heartbeat thumped like the sound of war drums.

Intense heat surged from behind, Iphia's body stiffened, pupils contracted, and she turned her head back stiffly with a pale face.

A figure covered in glazed crystal had somehow appeared behind her.

The approaching hand blocked all light, making it hard for her to have even a hint of resistance.

Run!

Run!!

Run away quickly!!

She screamed in her heart, trying to unleash her power.

But just then.

Plop!

Everything froze.

A thick large hand grabbed her head, pupils contracted like needles beneath the fingers.

"I hate repeated insolence."

Chen Feng said.

BOOM!!!

The head with long hair was instantly smashed into the nearby concrete wall, with spiderweb-like cracks spreading across the building.

The building nearly collapsed, with the blood-stained, deformed head seemingly embedded within.

He slowly released his grip, Chen Feng then retracted his gaze, standing atop the building, looking over the entire Competition City.

Collapsed, unconscious....

Fearful, trembling....

Contestants and the three defenders all fell to the ground together, he noticed Gert cloaked in black, perceiving his bewilderment, same as other Fake Extreme Realms.

The audience on both sides of the stands still gaped, unable to compose themselves.

Siwa's shock, Zhou Wuren and Zhao Tingxiao's discreet swallowing, even Princess Eleanor high above, still lingering with much amazement.

This tournament ended too quickly.

No intense fighting or fierce clashes, only a lopsided sweep.

Extreme Realm or Star Palace.

None was a match for a single move against him.

In a trance, Chen Feng felt the legendary light bulb in his mind moving unusually.

Perception faded away quietly, no one knew these details.

The entire outcome floated and projected on the screen above the arena, it was his stage and honor.

Such scenes were watched by many spectators, with some nodding and others laughing within Chi Country.

"As expected of Feng Zi!"

"This time the spotlight.... is really big."

Lin Hao sat in the boardroom office, shaking his head with a smile, when did his face bear intense envy.

In Yun Meng Forest, someone also withdrew their gaze, the virtual projection seemed frozen, only the lone young man still standing there.

"He has become stronger again."

Blonde hair draped down her back, Meng Anran stood with arms crossed by the window, eyes flashing with many emotions.

She remembered when they first met, he was merely a Grandmaster, even the Flying Dragon Style could be considered a formidable enemy.

The result, in the blink of an eye.....

"He probably can rival some Flying Generals now."

Someone said, the young man sitting on the sofa.

Still continuing to play the game with head down, but the virtual projection screen did not escape his notice.

"In the whole Martial Arts World of Chi Country, perhaps only Liu Duanyun can fight him."

"And Yang Wudi, also wonder what his strength is now."

The young man said a couple of simple sentences, then widened his eyes.

The next second, he saw the sneak attacking enemy on the tablet game screen being forcibly counter-killed by his controlled character.

Meng Anran watched this and was silent for a moment, ultimately withdrawing her gaze, looking out at the Inverted Pyramid, as well as the wider forest and sky.

She disliked this feeling of falling behind others.

High heels clicked on the floor, the room continuously echoed with the sound of the game.

Until the end, she pressed her lips together and made a decision.

"You are now a Legendary Flying General."

"Are you interested in playing something big with me?"