Demon Dragon Mad God-Chapter 163: The Next One

Lin Feng faintly smiled, "I’m different from him; he’s trash, but I’m not."

Hao Hai, in the crowd, almost spat out a mouthful of old blood. Lin Feng actually dared to call him trash in front of so many people! It made him so angry that he couldn’t help but clench his fists tight.

Lin Feng didn’t care about the other’s rage. He wasn’t even afraid of Yu Wen Tuo, let alone Hao Hai.

"Oh? Interesting, what, is he trash and you’re some kind of genius?" Wei Xiang teased.

Lin Feng didn’t bother with small talk, and with a push off his feet, he charged forward.

Seeking death!!

A chill flashed in Wei Xiang’s eyes, as the Vajra Stick appeared in his hand.

Sweeping Across the World!

With one sweep of the stick, it moved like a dragon, carrying a piercing killing noise, directly exploding forward.

Lin Feng neither retreated nor dodged, his spine like a great dragon, powerfully surging as he threw a punch forward.

Talent Skill, Bone Palm!

"Such an idiot from Divine Wind Camp is actually trying to catch Wei Xiang’s stick with his hand!"

"Is Divine Wind Camp filled with nothing but trash and fools?"

"Pitiable, the Iron Spear Divine Marquis is quite a figure, but who knew his Divine Wind Camp would be so weak."

Many from the Green Wolf Camp shook their heads in disdain.

Clang!

However, the next moment, each of them was stunned and then wore expressions of disbelief.

Suddenly, a sound of metal clashing rang out from the field.

"You actually blocked it?"

Wei Xiang incredulously stared at the person in front of him, who had caught his Vajra Stick with one hand; it was simply unfathomable, as disarming an opponent barehanded is not that simple.

He was shocked and angry, trying to pull back his Vajra Stick, but found it immovable.

In desperation, he immediately stimulated his Gang Qi, which was purer than that of ordinary people.

"Seeking death!"

Seeing that the Vajra Stick couldn’t be pulled, Wei Xiang directly lashed out a fierce kick.

Those who practice stick techniques must train their footwork and leg techniques, and thus Wei Xiang’s leg technique was exceptionally sharp; with one kick, he could break a tree thick enough for two people to embrace.

However, facing his kick, Lin Feng once again smashed another punch forward.

Fists clashing with the kick, Wei Xiang cried out in agony, sent flying like a punching bag, while Lin Feng stood unshakably still.

Silence, a death-like silence. The disciples from Green Wolf Camp who had been sneering now appeared rigid.

"How, how is this possible, Wei Xiang is a Grandmaster, regarded as the top under the Great Martial Masters, how could he be toppled by two punches?"

"Could it be that this guy surpasses martial masters? At least his strength seems to be comparable to that of a Great Martial Master?"

Everyone from Green Wolf Camp gasped in shock. Not only them, even those from Divine Wind Camp were astounded.

"This guy is powerful!"

"Hehe, you guys don’t know, but this guy is Lin Feng?"

"What? He’s the one who killed Hua Hu and Shan Yu, no wonder!!"

A crowd from Divine Wind Camp revealed shocked expressions, their gaze towards Lin Feng filled with complex emotions.

Lin Feng let out a breath, feeling quite good. Indeed, after a full meal, exercise was called for. He could feel that the medicinal power within him had begun to circulate.

Thinking this, his gaze fell on the several dozens of people from Green Wolf Camp.

"Next, who’s coming?"

The faces of everyone in Green Wolf Camp turned extremely ugly. Just moments ago, they were full of pride. Yet unexpectedly, the situation had reversed so quickly—Wei Xiang was defeated, and now there was no one among their martial masters capable of defeating Lin Feng.

"It’s truly admirable, Divine Wind Camp, a hidden dragon and crouching tiger. I take back what we said earlier; you win the martial masters clash. But next is the first layer Great Martial Master!"

Saying this, Green Wolf Camp sent out a disciple who was a first-layer Great Martial Master.

"Ye Lan, it’s up to you!"

"Don’t worry, at the first layer Great Martial Master, I’ll absolutely sweep them away!!"

Saying this, a tall, long-faced young man stepped forward and scanned Divine Wind Camp, "From Divine Wind Camp, any Great Martial Master first layers willing to spar with me for a few moves?"

However, Divine Wind Camp was met with utter silence, making Ye Lan frown, not knowing what trick the other party had up their sleeve.

"What, does the great Divine Wind Camp not have even one Great Martial Master first layer? Or are they all just gutless cowards?"

Yet, the people of Divine Wind Camp still showed an odd expression, baffling Ye Lan.

"Your opponent is right here."

Ye Lan turned around and saw Lin Feng staring at him; he immediately frowned, "You want to fight me? What a joke. Do you think just because you defeated Wei Xiang and possess slightly greater strength than an average martial master, you can compare to a genuine first-layer Great Martial Master?" frёeωebɳovel.com

Lin Feng shrugged, "Why not try and see, perhaps you are not my match."

Ye Lan was instantly furious; was this boy seeking death?

"Hmph, since that’s the case, give him a lesson, Ye Lan. Let him experience your power!!"

A group of Green Wolf Camp disciples became furiously angry; they had never seen such arrogance.

However, they also noticed something odd—Divine Wind Camp seemed to be tacitly acknowledging Lin Feng’s strength.

Ye Lan didn’t care about that, he immediately roared and his fist charged towards Lin Feng with a punch that was countless times stronger than Wei Xiang’s previous attempts, followed by dozens of punch radiance.

Rush Assault Fist!!

Facing the opponent’s powerful move, Lin Feng also mustered his strength and threw a punch back.

Crack.

A scream was heard, and in the next moment, Ye Lan’s body was sent flying like a sandbag.

"What?"

"Lose again? How is that possible? Ye Lan has the strength of two thousand three hundred catties, this guy is just an Eighth Layer martial master, how could he possess such great strength!"

"No wonder Divine Wind Camp acted so indifferently, it’s because this kid is extraordinary, his strength cannot be judged by ordinary standards!!"

The people from Green Wolf Camp were as if awakened from a dream, staring at Lin Feng with shocked eyes as if trying to see through him.

"Next!"

Yet Lin Feng remained unmoved. The Gang Qi from his opponent entered his body, not only causing him no pain, but it also cleared the accumulated medicinal power within him over the previous days. At this moment, Lin Feng felt warm and comfortable in all his limbs.

Such a fortuitous opportunity, naturally, he would not just stop there.

However, the people from Green Wolf Camp all looked quite displeased. A mere Martial Master Eighth Layer defeating their first-layer Great Martial Master, and then casually saying ’next’ as if nothing happened. What, was he planning to sweep through them all?

"Quite the arrogance, kid, I respect your strength, but your attitude makes me very uncomfortable, so if it’s like that, I, Shi Kuang, will join in to play with you!"

A long cry came from Green Wolf Camp, and immediately a person leapt into action, deploying his Star Attribute—a formidable Eighth Grade Star, Iron Skin Lizard!

Iron Skin Lizard, primarily boosts speed and strength, and also has a powerful additional attribute, self-healing! Allowing a martial artist’s non-fatal injuries to heal much faster than ordinary people.