Mainland Martial Arts

Chapter 380 The Power of Warriors

The sword energy collided directly with the palm, then exploded violently, raising a cloud of dust that obscured the sky. The dust filled the air like a thick fog, obscuring the view of what lay within. After a moment, the dust gradually dissipated, and everyone was astonished to discover that the man in black was completely unharmed. His palm bore no trace, as if the devastating impact of the sword energy had been nothing more than a dream. He stood there quietly, without a pause, and then, like a wisp of smoke, vanished from the spot.

Everyone knew this man was the Imperial Secret Agent Jiujiuyi, and the distinctive mask symbolized his identity. His appearance and disappearance, like a mysterious magic trick, left everyone unpredictable and filled with awe at his immense strength.

Lin Feng had just narrowly dodged to the side, his feet barely poised on the metal floor, his body still swaying slightly, like a lone boat drifting in the wind and rain. At this critical moment, Huang Tian's tall and majestic figure, like a demon descending from the earth, appeared above his head like a ghost.

Huang Tian's face was as cold as ice, and the icy gleam in his eyes was like a tangible icy arrow, capable of piercing the soul. His expression was solemn and focused, as if he were performing a sacred and solemn sacrifice, and Lin Feng was his offering to the god of martial arts. He slowly raised his iron fist, the size of a bowl. The muscles in his arm bulged, veins popped, like a slithering dragon, brimming with explosive power. The punch, though seemingly slow, contained a force powerful enough to shatter the stars. It felt as if time itself was stretched and distorted by it. Every inch of advance was accompanied by a subtle tremor in space, as if the entire universe trembled at the impact of this blow.

Lin Feng looked up at the slowly descending fist, a strong premonition of death welling up in his heart. His pupils contracted sharply, and the world in his sight was instantly filled with that fist, leaving only endless crisis and oppression. In this life-or-death moment, his body reacted instinctively, his legs suddenly exerting force like springs, and he somersaulted forward at high speed like a nimble cheetah. His figure traced a graceful and agile arc in the air, the corners of his blue clothes fluttering in the wind, like a flag bravely flying on the battlefield. However, despite his utmost efforts and extreme speed, Huang Tian's strength was too great, and he was still slow by a fatal moment.

Although Huang Tian's fist didn't actually touch Lin Feng's body, the wind from it was like an incredibly sharp blade, whistling as it grazed the armor on Lin Feng's right foot. A chilling "sizzle" sound was heard, as if the Grim Reaper were gently sharpening his blade beside Lin Feng's ear. The sound was sharp and piercing, piercing his eardrums and sending shivers down his spine. The armor on Lin Feng's right foot instantly burned like a piece of fragile ice caught in a raging fire, transforming into tiny specks of blue light that dissipated into the air, like a dazzling yet hopeless fireworks display.

The fist's momentum continued unabated, carrying with it an unwavering force, like a falling meteor, crashing directly into the metal arena below. With a resounding "bang," it felt as if the heavens were collapsing and the earth was splitting apart. The entire arena trembled violently, groaning in pain. Under the impact of this powerful force, the metal floor sank into a deep crater. The edges of the metal within the crater curled upward, flashing a blinding cold light, like a series of ferocious faces mocking Lin Feng's weakness and helplessness.

Below the stage, Li Hanhai witnessed this breathtaking scene, his eyes wide with shock and disbelief. His mouth opened slightly, forming a wide "O" shape, as if an egg could fit inside, but for a moment, he was speechless. His eyes were filled with awe and fear at this overwhelming force, and he wondered to himself: Is this the true strength of a warrior? This power is simply beyond imagination. Have they touched the realm of the gods? His body trembled slightly, he couldn't tell from excitement or fear, or perhaps both.

Huang Tian's strike missed, but he didn't give Lin Feng a moment to breathe. A cold, ruthless glint flashed in his eyes, like a demon from the depths of hell, reveling in the pleasure of torturing its prey. While Lin Feng was still in mid-air, he spun like a flash of black lightning, then unleashed a powerful whip kick. His long leg traced a perfect, deadly arc through the air, like a massive battle axe, whirring with the sound of wind as it launched a fierce kick towards Lin Feng's left arm. The power and speed of this kick were a perfect blend, as if the most powerful forces of nature were combined, capable of shattering the void, piercing the sky, and destroying everything that stood in its way.

Lin Feng was now suspended in midair, with nowhere to gain leverage, unable to dodge the sudden, fatal blow. A chill welled up in his heart, knowing full well the force of the kick. Helplessly, he gritted his teeth and braced himself for the blow. He quickly raised his left arm, the muscles tensing like a taut bowstring as he attempted to block the potentially fatal blow. A crisp "crack," like the wail of broken bones, echoed across the silent arena. Like a death knell, the sound announced Lin Feng's grave injury.

Lin Feng felt a surge of pain surge through his heart like a raging tide, instantly drowning him. His face instantly turned pale as paper, and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, dripping onto the martial arts stage like beads from a broken string, creating tiny splashes of water. The force of the blow was simply too great, sending Lin Feng flying like a rag doll. His body traced a long arc through the air, and like a cannonball out of control, he landed heavily on the edge of the stage.

Lin Feng, falling to the ground, felt as if the left side of his body was on fire, pierced by countless steel needles. The excruciating pain nearly knocked him unconscious. Under the blow, the left side of his armor, like shattered glass, gradually dissipated into the air, leaving only his scarred body trembling in agony on the cold metal ground. This blow had inflicted unprecedented trauma on Lin Feng. It felt as if all strength had been drained from his body, leaving him so weak that he couldn't even lift a finger. His eyes were filled with pain and despair. As he gazed at the demonic figure of Huang Tian above the martial arts arena, a deep sense of powerlessness welled up within him.