Martial Arts Overlord-Chapter 633 - 631: Returning the Favor

SWISH!

Luo Feng made a chopping motion with his upright palm, slicing down through mid-air.

The Saber Qi burst forth from his palm, exceptionally domineering, with faint sounds of wind and thunder accompanying it as the air in front automatically parted.

The azure giant blade only held out for an instant before it was rent apart. The residual Saber Qi soared into the sky, cleaving open a layer of clouds.

"He’s too strong! Luo Feng is not at all inferior to Wu Tong when facing him!"

"It seems that the Grand Momentum is even more terrifying than we imagined. Don’t forget, Luo Feng hasn’t even drawn his saber yet. If he does, who knows how powerful his Saber Technique will be!"

"It’s unbelievable! How long has Luo Feng been in the limelight? He already has the strength to challenge the top six of the Ten Young Masters!"

"Looks like Wu Tong is in danger. He boasted so much just now; if he can’t defeat Luo Feng, it’s like slapping his own face."

Seeing Luo Feng slice through the leg-generated Gang Qi with a single chop, a wave of astonished gasps rippled through the audience.

From the spectator stands, Elder Lan Qing of Jade Hall observed the youth on the competition platform and said with a smile to Shui Linglong, "Using his palm as a saber and still wielding such power is truly impressive. With such strong wind and thunder saber intent, it seems Luo Feng’s Shocking Thunder Saber Technique has reached Great Accomplishment. His talent for Saber Techniques is something I have rarely seen in my life. Shui Linglong, it seems your Linglong Hall has gained another genius disciple."

Lan Qing, with his sharp eyes, saw at a glance that Luo Feng had not used the Grand Momentum. It was purely Saber Technique, which made him even more surprised internally.

Shui Linglong’s face was filled with joy; Luo Feng’s brilliance exceeded her expectations. Besides, if Luo Feng defeated Wu Tong, she would win her bet with Xue Wu Qing. A top-tier Profound Level Martial Arts Secret Manual was secondary. The real pleasure was being able to teach Xue Wu Qing a lesson.

"The duel isn’t over yet."

Nearby, Xue Wu Qing’s expression was extremely unsightly as he snorted coldly.

At this moment, the unexpected happened. Wu Tong, having failed to gain any advantage with his kick, suddenly lunged forward, closing in on Luo Feng. His legs lashed out like whips, fiercely striking and forcing Luo Feng back more than ten steps.

"Luo Feng, you want to defeat me? In your dreams! I will make you remember this day forever!"

Gazing at Luo Feng, Wu Tong’s eyes looked as if they were about to drip blood, as cold and sinister as a venomous snake.

BOOM!

His Yuan Qi erupting, Wu Tong viciously attacked Luo Feng. His legs, like calamitous whips, kicked out a blur of afterimages.

These overlapping afterimages, each new one adding to their power, surged like a monstrous tidal wave, threatening to engulf Luo Feng.

Luo Feng paid these leg afterimages no mind, his palm upright like a saber, chopping heavily forward.

BOOM!

The Saber Qi tore through the leg afterimages. However, a surge of cold, sinister Qi Force traveled up his right palm. Luo Feng grunted, his figure floating back more than ten steps.

"Hidden force!"

Feeling the cold, sinister energy rampaging within his body, Luo Feng raised his gaze. His sharp eyes pierced through the layers of leg afterimages, locking onto Wu Tong.

In the distance, Yi Wuxue grinned maliciously. The true strength of the Evil Wave Leg Method wasn’t the materialization of Yuan Qi, but its all-pervasive hidden force. In a duel between Martial Artists of the same level, it could even damage the opponent’s meridians, crippling them!

As Wu Tong forced Luo Feng back, the coldness in his eyes intensified. Luo Feng’s brilliance stoked his jealousy, making him want to eliminate Luo Feng then and there.

SWISH! SWISH! SWISH!...

Channeling his Yuan Qi, Wu Tong’s offensive grew even fiercer. The leg afterimages blurred into one continuous assault as he furiously attacked Luo Feng.

Seeing Wu Tong’s gaze, Luo Feng immediately understood his intentions, and a nameless anger surged in his heart.

There was an unwritten rule in the Martial Champion rankings competitions: stop before going too far.

"Since you are ruthless, don’t blame me for being merciless!"

BOOM!

With a cold smile, Luo Feng stamped his foot on the ground, advancing instead of retreating.

As he advanced, the Yuan Qi in his body erupted. His entire right arm turned a bizarre crimson, like a searing hot iron poker, and the scorching aura caused the temperature across Sky Feather Square to rise by several degrees.

His right hand clenched into a fist, Luo Feng punched out.

BOOM!

The two figures met on the competition platform, fist-light and leg afterimages colliding violently.

The next moment!

The layers of leg afterimages shattered, and Luo Feng’s punch slammed into Wu Tong’s Protective Gang Qi.

BANG!

The azure Protective Gang Qi vibrated violently, riddled with cracks. Wu Tong and Luo Feng were both sent flying backward.

"What a strange hidden force..."

Luo Feng shook his numb right arm, his brow furrowed slightly. The hidden force within Wu Tong’s leg technique could directly damage a Martial Artist’s meridians. If his own meridians hadn’t been tempered by the crimson Yuan Qi, making them incredibly resilient, he would have struggled to cope.

Raising his gaze, Luo Feng looked at Wu Tong, his expression icy as he asked, "Shall we continue?"

Wu Tong stood rooted to the spot, his face now deathly pale.

Looking at Luo Feng, a flicker of fear crossed Wu Tong’s eyes. He suddenly turned his head to the steward in charge of the assessment and said simply, "I admit defeat!"

With that said, Wu Tong ignored the astonished gazes from all around and, turning, walked stiffly step by step down from the competition platform.

In the spectator stands, everyone watched this scene, somewhat bewildered.

"What’s going on? Why did Wu Tong suddenly admit defeat?"

"Yeah, just now when he fought Luo Feng, it looked like they were evenly matched."

The audience murmured among themselves, their eyes filled with doubt and uncertainty.

A moment later, the steward on the competition platform recovered his composure. Casting a slightly surprised glance at Luo Feng, he announced, "Luo Feng wins, two points."

Upon hearing this, cheers erupted from the direction of the Four Great Academies.

With Luo Feng defeating Wu Tong, it was highly probable he would rank among the top six of the Martial Champion rankings! This was an achievement they hadn’t even dared to imagine.

Luo Feng nodded slightly towards the direction of the Four Great Academies and calmly walked off the competition platform.

"Wu Tong! What happened? The match wasn’t even decided, why did you concede?"

When Wu Tong stepped down from the competition platform, Yi Wuxue and several other Chongyue School students immediately went up to him.

They were also extremely surprised by Wu Tong’s voluntary concession.

Wu Tong said with a somber face, "Senior Brother, let’s talk aside."

Yi Wuxue paused, realizing something, and immediately walked to the side.

PTOO!

When they reached an empty corner of the square, Wu Tong’s body trembled, and he suddenly spat out a large mouthful of blood. Blood even trickled from his nose and ears.

This blood was dark red and steaming, corroding a large patch of the ground where it landed.

After spitting out the blood, Wu Tong looked as if he was about to collapse, his entire body on the verge of falling to his knees.

A hand reached out from the side and supported Wu Tong. It was Yi Wuxue.

"Did Luo Feng injure you?" Yi Wuxue looked at Wu Tong, his face sullen, and asked.

"Correct, Senior Brother. We all underestimated this person. If I’m not mistaken, he’s already at the Second Level of the Spiritual Rotation Realm. Moreover, his Eight Wildernesses Dominating Flame Fist has reached the highest stage, ’Inner Explosion of Flame Power,’ allowing him to injure opponents with hidden force," Wu Tong said, looking pale and weak.

He had been severely injured the moment he clashed with Luo Feng, but he just hadn’t wanted to show it in front of everyone.

For one of the renowned Ten Young Masters to be beaten by a rising star to the point of vomiting blood and sustaining heavy injuries was an absolutely humiliating affair! That was why he had gritted his teeth and held on until now, even at the cost of worsening his injuries.

"What! That brat is actually that strong?!"

Nearby, the few Chongyue School students who had previously spoken rudely of Luo Feng now had ugly expressions.

"That brat dared to injure you! I’ll go settle the score with him!"

Xie Xuantong’s face was as black as charcoal, his eyes burning with furious anger. He turned to go find Luo Feng but was grabbed by Yi Wuxue.

"This is the Martial Champion rankings competition. Wu Tong was injured during a fair fight with Luo Feng on the competition platform. What use would it be for you to go find him now?" Yi Wuxue snorted, his aura ice-cold.

Xie Xuantong glanced at Wu Tong, a powerful aura emanating from him, his face full of unwillingness. "But I can’t swallow this insult! A mere student from the Flowing Cloud Region dares to trample on our Chongyue School! Junior Brother Wu Tong is so severely injured; he must have done it intentionally!"

"Of course, I know he did it intentionally. And I never said we would just let him get away with it," Yi Wuxue replied.

"Then what should we do?"

Xie Xuantong’s thick brows furrowed deeply, not understanding his meaning.

Yi Wuxue’s narrow eyes glinted with a sinister light, his expression dark as he said, "A taste of his own medicine!"

In the audience, Shui Linglong’s beautiful eyes glanced at Xue Wu Qing.

"Xue Wu Qing, I’ll graciously accept this Golden Crow Great Annihilation Saber technique."

BUZZ!

With a swipe of her slender, jade-like hand across the tabletop, the Mysterious Blue Sword returned to her storage ring, along with the Golden Crow Great Annihilation Saber technique manual.

Witnessing this, Xue Wu Qing’s brow twitched fiercely twice.

To lose both the Mysterious Blue Sword and the Golden Crow Great Annihilation Saber manual within a few days—even as an elder of one of the six great Golden Palaces, this was a very painful loss for him.

However, he was the one who proposed the bet, so naturally, he couldn’t go back on his word.

Having won the bet, Shui Linglong was in high spirits. Her red lips curved into a smile as she said, "Don’t worry, if you still want to bet, I’m ready anytime. Luo Feng has nine more matches to go."

Hearing this, Xue Wu Qing’s mouth twitched.

His two most valuable possessions had already been lost to Shui Linglong; he now had nothing left to wager.

Besides, even if he did, he wouldn’t dare to bet again.

He couldn’t afford to lose anymore.

At this moment, Xue Wu Qing had only one thought left: when Yi Wuxue encountered Luo Feng, Yi Wuxue must teach Luo Feng a harsh lesson!

"Luo Feng, are you all right?"

Bing Ruolan looked at Luo Feng with concern. She had felt Wu Tong’s killing intent; those few kicks were definitely not as simple as they appeared on the surface.

Luo Feng shook his head and smiled. "I’m fine. The one who isn’t okay is Wu Tong. Ruolan, you will definitely make it onto the Martial Champion rankings."

Bing Ruolan, being exceptionally astute, naturally understood the implication in Luo Feng’s words. Her delicate brows furrowed slightly. "Wu Tong... he was seriously injured?"

"Indeed."

Luo Feng nodded slightly. Although he hadn’t revealed his Third Level Spiritual Rotation Realm cultivation, Wu Tong absolutely could not have withstood the force of that punch.

"He brought it upon himself."

He Qin, who had been silent until now, suddenly spoke, her voice icy.

The second round of the competition ended.

Currently, Luo Feng had one win, for two points. Bing Ruolan had lost both her matches, for zero points. He Qin had one win and one loss, for two points.

「After a rest of half an incense stick’s worth of time, the third round began.」

This time, Luo Feng’s opponent was Han Xing, the only archer among the Ten Young Masters.

When Han Xing saw his opponent was Luo Feng, he frowned slightly, hesitated for a moment, and then directly conceded.

No one was surprised by this.

Luo Feng’s strength was evident for all to see. Even Wu Tong, ranked sixth, was not his match. Although Han Xing was ranked seventh, he was only at the peak of the First Level Spiritual Rotation Realm; his strength was simply not on the same tier.

Luo Feng paid it no mind, watching the duels on the other four competition platforms.

On the second competition platform, Wu Tong and Bing Ruolan faced each other from a distance.