Unstoppable Crushing: Starting from Adding Points in Dreams

"Very strong."

The screen on both sides of the arena's tower finally froze.

Selin stood in a cement room opposite, a bit surprised.

"Yang, what do you think his power level is?"

"Fake Sixth Order? Or... has he already transcended the Extreme Realm?"

Selin kept asking because he knew that even top-tier martial artists like Yang and Divine Martial might not defeat everyone so easily.

Sigh!

Yang Wudi, with a cigarette in his mouth, had deep-set eyes, letting the smoke circle up.

"It seems he has found his path."

His hands still tucked in his pockets, he slowly spoke.

Selin wanted to ask more, but soon.

"It's time to relocate."

Yang Wudi shook his head, signaling her to look out the window.

Among the Niduo crowd watching, there were hidden Niduo military transformed people appearing.

Their eyes scanning around, some even looking towards the building.

"Relocate?"

"Weren't you going to seek Chen's help?"

Selin asked puzzled; Yang Wudi turned around, waved his hand.

"Not yet."

"Also, aren't you curious why Divine Martial suddenly disappeared?"

As soon as he spoke, Selin's eyes tightened.

She didn't ask further, instead quickly picked up her black backpack, hurriedly following him out.

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"Champion!!"

"Congratulations to the martial artist from Chi Country, Chen Feng, Mr. Chen, for winning the world martial arts championship!!"

"He will receive a trophy made of gold, ten million white gold coins, and a bottle... of the Origin of Life!!"

The events within the competition fighting arena finally concluded.

Invited onto the high platform, Chen Feng looked calm; under the spotlight, flanked by the female host and trophy presenter.

The exchange rate between white gold coins and Red Country Currency is five to one, meaning, for a normal person, this is a vast fortune.

However, that does not include him.

What truly mattered to him was that bottle of emerald-green liquid known as the Origin of Life.

And, the ever-increasing abnormal light cluster in his mind.

"Mr. Chen, surely you have many things you want to say at this moment."

"May I ask you to share some words?"

Suddenly, the female host handed over the microphone, inviting him to give a speech.

Momentarily suppressing all distracting thoughts, Chen Feng glanced at the prize he had won, then looked at the ruins-like Competition City, seeing participants with bruised faces and some with serious injuries.

"Alright."

He nodded.

Immediately, he waved his hand at the microphone being handed over.

Calmly surveying the entire stands and all those gazes.

Whether they were noble families and military personnel from Niduo, or martial arts enthusiasts and prominent family members from other Earth Star countries.

The discussions rose in a tidal wave but were silenced when he spoke.

"I am Chen Feng."

His voice instantly suppressed the noise of thousands, with his stern and resolute face clearly visible on the projection screen.

"I have only one thing to say."

"Professional Level, Master Level, Grandmaster Level... there are many martial artists in this world."

"But from today onwards, you only need to remember..."

Underlining slanting eyebrows were eyes laced with red flames and aggression; Chen Feng calmly faced the camera and myriad gazes.

"The strongest martial artist... is from Chi Country."

Wow!!

The atmosphere briefly stilled, followed by overwhelming cheers and claps.

Some considered it arrogant, others deemed it natural.

Various participants either showed gloomy faces or awe and admiration.

"The strongest martial artist..."

Gert and Atena, among others, murmured, looking puzzled.

Siwa's complexion was complex watching from the stands; Zhou Wuren clenched his fists, somewhat excited, with Zhao Tingxiao next to him incessantly shouting to the surrounding audience.

"That's my senior brother!!"

"We come from Chi Country Flame Tiger Sect!!"

...

"The strongest martial artist..."

"How arrogant indeed."

Deep within the royal palace, the majestic silhouette sitting cross-legged opened his eyes.

No one dared to proclaim themselves as the strongest, not even him, Divine Martial, Yang Wudi, or Liu Duanyun.

Cold light flickered in his eyes, someone walked in from outside.

"Lion King, sir."

"I know it all."

He spoke indifferently, glancing at the individual.

"And that old guy?"

"He's been at the academic exchange event, hasn't left; General Mo De is personally keeping an eye."

Upon hearing this, Lion King fell silent, the palace resumed its quietness.

"How about it?"

"Dismissed."

Lion King replied coldly; the light in his eyes gradually extinguished, closing them once again.

His subordinate seemed puzzled but dared not ask more.

As they left, the sunlight and shadow blended through the palace window gaps.

Seemingly indicating a terrifying creature undergoing transformation, about to awaken.

.....

Whoosh!!

Half an hour later, a flying car departed from the competition fighting arena.

The external sky seemed dim without notice, neon projections and red-blue lights crisscrossed around the arena.

"This trophy is quite heavy, Brother Zhou, do you think it's really made of gold?"

"It should be, right? After all, it's an Earth-level event, and it's hosted by the Nido Royal Family..."

The flying car sliced through the neon projections, heading toward the location of the Upper City with mahogany lofts.

Red Country Military personnel specifically came to greet him alone; Chen Feng looked silently at everything outside the window, having already tossed the trophy to Zhao Tingxiao.

It was a fist-shaped gold trophy, standing twenty centimeters tall.

Even Zhou Wuren, who remained calm, couldn't help but hold it reverently, filled with envy and admiration.

World martial arts championship; it's already the highest honor in various martial arts events and conferences.

Not to mention, after defeating four Extreme Realm opponents, the achievement was tenfold richer, even surpassing previous contests.