"Arena # 8, Feng Lin VS Feng Yue!"
The new name list was released.
Feng Lin walked toward the arena.
Up until now, there had been sixteen rounds of qualifying. Those who could reach this stage were not weaklings.
This time around, Feng Lin's opponent was another interstellar cultivator. He wore gloves on his hands and seemed like a martial artist. His vitality stats were at least above 30.
Feng Yue's aura was powerful, but when he faced Feng Lin, his expression was solemn and filled with trepidation. He could feel immense pressure from Feng Lin.
This was his instinct as a cultivator. He could faintly sense that Feng Lin's vitality stat was much higher than his opponent's, causing him to be unable to relax.
But as an upright interstellar cultivator, how could he be afraid before the battle even started?
Feng Yue stared at Feng Lin and spoke in a heavy voice, "Feng Lin, you are very strong! Unimaginably strong! But I will defeat you! "
"Good!" Feng Lin smiled and nodded. He could sense the intense battle intent from his opponent. Things were getting interesting now!
Mountain Shaking!
Feng Yue stomped on the ground and rushed forward, transforming into a series of afterimages. His fists were like hammers, wanting to smash everything before him into smithereens.
The fist energy pierced through the air and produced a low, muffled sound. The sound was like muffled thunder, and its momentum was astonishing.
Bzz!
A formless tremor rang out in the air.
Silver light flashed in the center of Feng Lin's brows as his mental energy gushed forth. However, it was as though he had slammed into an iron plate, unable to move it.
Feng Yue's eyes were clear and there was an indomitable will in his heart. His will was like steel, hard to shake.
Things were getting more and more interesting!
A smile involuntarily appeared on Feng Lin's face.
Even if his Mental Gene was strengthened to the max, it was only a basic gene. The huge disparity between them made it hard for him to shake a true interstellar cultivator.
It would only be possible if the Mental Gene evolved into the higher grade Spirit Gene.
Since Mental Hypnosis couldn't do anything to his opponent, it meant that his other basic genes were useless as well.
(Seems like I have to unleash some of my true abilities …)
Feng Lin wasn't shocked but felt joy instead. All along, his opponents couldn't even withstand his Mental Hypnosis. It was simply too boring.
Now, there was finally an interesting opponent!
As for how interesting it was?
He would only know after exchanging blows!
Feng Lin didn't mind his opponent's ferocious punch. He formed a palm with one hand and casually punched out.
The skin of his palm was like jade, faintly emitting an exquisite and translucent luster, as if it was made of fine white jade.
It looked like an ordinary palm, but its momentum was neither fast nor slow. It was as if it had transformed into a large net that covered all the subsequent changes of the opponent's fist, giving people a feeling that it was calm yet wonderful to the extreme.
Pa!
With a light pat of his palm, the wind and waves calmed down.
Feng Yue's fist strike's powerful force was dispersed by the palm strike, and he easily caught it.
"Eh?" On the platform, the devilish man surveyed Feng Lin's transformation with a strange look on his face. Had Feng Lin finally revealed a portion of his strength?
Body jade-stone transformation? What gene was this?
Body-strengthening type genes? Or does it have some other abilities?
…
His gaze locked onto Feng Lin, appearing to be filled with interest.
"What?" Feng Yue was taken aback. He had been so confident in his punch, but it was so easily blocked by his opponent.
Since his first move had failed, he was about to retreat.
Feng Lin had a smile that was not a smile on his face. With a flip of his hand, he grabbed both of Feng Yue's fists, making it hard for Feng Yue to escape.
Feng Yue's face flushed red. He exerted all the strength in his body, doing his best to break free.
However, he could sense that Feng Lin's palm was extremely powerful. Feng Lin's palm was like an iron hoop, locking his hands tightly.
This Feng Lin looked so weak, but how could he be so strong? Could it be that he had awakened a body-strengthening type gene?
During a battle, how could he think too much about the questions in his heart?
This Feng Yue was very experienced in combat. With a twist of his body, he leaped into the air and unleashed a series of kicks that were traceless, aiming for Feng Lin's chest.
Upon seeing this, Feng Lin could only let go. His palms were like palm-leaf fans, forming a tight defense before him, blocking all the kicks.
Collapsing Mountains!
Feng Yue's hands broke free from the restraints. He immediately raised them before his chest and took on a stance of a tyrant carrying a cauldron. His fists were like collapsing mountains, blasting over like a torrential storm.
Feng Lin's palms drew a circle before him, not leaving any openings as he blocked all of the attacks.
"Eh?" He suddenly felt that something was wrong.
This Feng Yue was extremely powerful. Both of his fists blasted out consecutively, each punch heavier than the previous one.
After over ten moves, the force of his punches was actually three times stronger than before.
This didn't make sense!
Once a human's strength reached the limit, it would be extremely difficult to increase it by even a little, let alone three times.
Feng Yue's strength grew stronger and stronger, gradually closing in on him.
(This guy only has a vitality of over 30. How can his strength be stronger than mine?)
Feng Lin didn't believe it.
The huge disparity in vitality wasn't something that could be made up for with an explosive seed.
Feng Lin received another punch from Feng Yue, but he discovered that the force of his opponent wasn't strong. It was the same as before, but his fists were incomparably heavy. They were like huge hammers.
He could sense an indescribable energy fluctuation in the air. It was extremely familiar.
Gravity Gene?
Feng Lin recalled it. This was a type of high-grade primeval gene that could control formless gravity. It could either directly increase one's strength or augment one's body.
This Feng Yue clearly infused a huge amount of gravity into his fists. Once he punched out, it was like his hands were swinging two huge hammers.
The more gravity he infused, the heavier the force of his fists!
After understanding his opponent's strength, Feng Lin no longer had any interest in tangling with him. He formed seals with his hands.
Sky Flipping Hammer Imprint!
His hands were like the Sky Flipping Imprint from the legends as they smashed down.
Even though Feng Yue was as immovable as a mountain, he was still blasted apart.
Although Feng Yue's fists were heavy, his strength didn't increase at all. How could he block a force that was three times stronger than his own?
With just a light block, he was flung through the air and slammed heavily down the stage.
"Feng Lin, victory! Time taken: 1 minute. "
As expected, the A.I. announced the result.
"What? Even Feng Yue was defeated? "
"Feng Yue's vitality is as high as 32.6, but he only lasted for a minute?"
"That last move of Feng Lin's was so profound. What martial art was that?"
…
Everyone felt that it wasn't satisfying. It wasn't easy for them to see Feng Lin's true strength, but it ended so quickly.
His opponent was completely suppressed by him, and they didn't get to see much of his true strength.
That exquisite move was only a flash in the pan, and it was hard to catch any traces of it.
Feng Lin slowly walked down the stage and glanced at the surroundings. He discovered that at this stage of the clan's ranking competition, after many rounds of elimination, there were only 40 participants left. The majority of them were interstellar cultivators.
However, the only ones who could pose a slight threat to him were Feng Li, Feng Jinpeng, and the other peak geniuses of the clan. But even so, they were only a slight threat.
If this continued, when would it end?
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