Demon Dragon Mad God-Chapter 250: No Match in Three Moves

In the stands, Wang Hui had already stood up.

He too was shaken by Lin Feng’s strength.

A punch that annihilated a Great Martial Master of the Sixth Layer?

Even if the opponent was only at the early stage of the Sixth Layer.

But to achieve a one-punch annihilation, that strength was nearly on par with the top ten disciples, not far off at least.

Wang Hui was inwardly shocked; it seems that Lin Feng’s claim of entering the top ten of the Outer Sect this year really did have a sliver of possibility.

A slight smile finally appeared on the face of the Iron Spear Divine Marquis, and he nodded subtly to himself.

At this moment, almost everyone’s gaze was focused on Lin Feng.

Ranked third, Ling Muchen; ranked fifth, Fei Kuang; ranked sixth, Lu Shaoyun; ranked eighth, Mei Ling; ranked tenth, Gu Zhan.

Several of the top ten ranked disciples also showed signs of interest.

One punch to kill a Great Martial Master at the early stage of the Sixth Layer; this strength was definitely enough to rank in the top twenty.

For someone who hadn’t been at the Divine Wind Camp long, reaching this step was enough to be proud of.

"This kid, with his Ninth Grade Star cultivation, will definitely become a scourge once he grows up."

Many in the Dynasty had a flicker of unusual emotions in their eyes.

Lin Feng stepped down from the Battle Platform and came to Li Feng’s side.

At this time, Li Feng was being held by his companions, his eyes lifeless and his complexion extremely dull and grey.

His two companions also looked somber and kept silent.

Lin Feng carefully checked Li Feng’s injuries, and his heart sank.

The Dantian was completely shattered, and the bones in his limbs were utterly crushed.

The tall youth from the Dynasty had been ruthless, not leaving any room for mercy.

Lin Feng’s brows furrowed tightly.

The crushed limbs and bones could still be treated.

With enough time and with the aid of good medicines, he could barely recover within a year or two.

But the Dantian was somewhat troublesome.

If the Dantian was only shattered or had a crack, Fengling Island had Elixirs that could heal it.

But Li Feng’s Dantian was completely shattered; there was simply no possibility of treatment!

"You go and take Li Feng back first!"

Sighing, Lin Feng said to another person.

The person said nothing, nodded his head, and then left the Outer Sect square with Li Feng.

Lin Feng turned his head, looking at a group of Dynasty disciples in the distance, his eyes full of killing intent.

"Lin Feng, it’s a difficult time, you’d better endure," the white-clad youth said, noticing Lin Feng’s expression and frowning slightly as a reminder.

He certainly did not want Lin Feng to directly confront the Dynasty here.

Otherwise, he might fall before rising to power.

Lin Feng remained silent, just standing still and quiet.

He appeared calm on the surface, but the chill in his heart was enough to freeze the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths.

The Dynasty?

This time, if you don’t pay a bloody price, I won’t rest.

Lin Feng felt no fear at all; before the grand competition, he had already condensed the sixth Spirit Vortex.

A Great Martial Master of the Fifth Layer, comparable to the Physical Strength of a Great Martial Master Sixth Layer.

With Shield Bone Dragon and Xuan Grade Demon Dragon in hand.

Lin Feng did not believe anyone could stop him.

On the spectators’ platform, after Lin Feng punched the Dynasty disciple to death, the Great Elder’s expression turned somewhat unpleasant.

A genius disciple of the Great Martial Master Sixth Layer, dead in the blink of an eye!

But as the fight was agreed upon by both parties, the Great Elder had nothing to say.

"The grand competition continues!"

After a while, the Great Elder announced.

Instantly, battles began anew on each and every Battle Platform.

Time quickly passed in the midst of fighting.

In the blink of an eye, evening came.

The sixth group, where Lin Feng was, had gone through eight rounds of fighting, eliminating over a thousand people.

During this time, Lin Feng was invincible. No matter the opponent, they couldn’t last a single move against him.

Lin Feng’s fame soared, even surpassing the top ten disciples of the sixth group, Lu Shaoyun.

However, Lin Feng did not encounter anyone from the Dynasty again.

Currently, in Group Six, only sixteen people remained.

If six more were eliminated, Lin Feng would be able to enter the top one hundred and participate in the finals.

"Group Six, everyone onto the platform, commence the melee!"

At this moment, the Steward’s voice resounded: "Those who leave the Battle Platform during the melee are automatically eliminated. The remaining ten advance to the finals!"

"The melee prohibits ganging up; only individual battles are allowed. Get onto the platform now!"

As soon as the Steward’s voice ended, the remaining individuals from Group Six stepped onto the Battle Platform one after another.

Lin Feng also took the stage once again.

A melee was the simplest and fastest method of competition at this moment.

Otherwise, if the sixteen had to fight each other in turns to determine the strongest ten, it would be fair but would consume a great deal of time.

A melee, on the other hand, was much simpler.

The sixteen were scattered, standing at different corners of the Battle Platform.

With the Steward’s command of "Begin!",

A dozen or so individuals burst forth with formidable auras.

The remaining fighters, each a Great Martial Master of the Sixth Layer, none of them weak.

Those disciples with lower strength had been eliminated in the previous few rounds of battle.

However, no one took the initiative to attack, everyone kept a watchful eye on the others, remaining vigilant.

Lu Shaoyun, clad in blue, stood still on the Battle Platform, his expression calm.

Lin Feng did not make a move either, merely standing quietly on the platform.

After a brief wait, someone finally could not resist.

A youth with thick eyebrows made the first move against someone near him.

Instantly, a fierce fight erupted between the two, with explosions sounding nonstop.

As the two of them fought, the prelude to battle was swiftly unfurled.

Many individuals started seeking opponents and making their moves.

However, since the strength of each person did not differ much, it was difficult to determine a victor in a short amount of time.

Ha!

Just at this moment, a youth in grey clothes flashed in front of Lin Feng and slammed down a mighty palm strike.

This grey-clothed youth’s cultivation was probably in the late stages of the Great Martial Master Sixth Layer, nearing the peak, his strength considerable.

With the palm strike launched, the force of the palm whistled through the air, as overwhelming as a mountain collapsing.

"Get off the platform!"

The grey-clothed youth shouted fiercely.

"You wish!"

What greeted the grey-clothed youth was a fist, a fist powerful enough to pierce the void.

Lin Feng threw a punch that collided with the grey-clothed youth’s Palm Force.

Boom!

As fist met palm, the grey-clothed youth’s body shook violently, feeling an indescribable tremendous force surging towards him.

Swoosh!

The grey-clothed youth came quickly but was sent flying even faster, crashing a hundred meters away and landing below the Battle Platform, his face distorted in discomfort.

Lin Feng had been precise in his attack, ensuring not to cause any injury to the youth.

One punch, again a single punch!

Those few disciples remaining on the platform who had not yet made a move suddenly focused their gaze.

Then, they no longer paid attention to Lin Feng,

beginning to seek out weaker opponents among the others.

Lin Feng’s strength was too formidable, and they had no confidence against him, so they had to opt for other disciples who were comparatively weaker.

Therefore, after Lin Feng defeated the grey-clothed youth with a punch, nobody else attempted to attack him.

He just stood on the platform, quietly waiting for the other fights to conclude, utterly at ease.

Of course, there was someone even more at ease than Lin Feng, and that was Lu Shaoyun.

From beginning to end, no one dared to make a move against Lu Shaoyun.

The reputation of being one of the top ten disciples was not earned in vain.

"You’re called Lin Feng? Your strength is impressive!"

Lu Shaoyun, not far from Lin Feng, turned his head to look at Lin Feng and said with a light laugh.

"You flatter me!"

Lin Feng nodded lightly, his tone modest.