Mainland Martial Arts

Chapter 188 9 Imperial Pavilion 8 Elders

The old man suddenly increased his strength, and a powerful Qi condensed in his palm, and slapped Lin Feng's chest. The power of this palm was stronger than any previous attack, as if it could destroy everything.

Lin Feng felt the threat of this palm strike, and his heart tightened. But he did not retreat. He quickly circulated the Qi in his body, concentrating the power in his hands, ready to meet the old man's attack.

"boom!"

There was another loud bang, and the two men's power collided again. This time, Lin Feng was knocked back by the powerful force, and his body hit a huge rock hard, which was instantly shattered.

Lin Feng stood there quietly, clutching his chest. His face was slightly pale, beads of sweat oozing from his forehead, but his eyes still shone with determination. The impact of the previous blow had caused his blood and energy to surge through his body, like surging waves. He could feel his internal organs trembling slightly, and the pain was like fine needles constantly pricking his nerves.

"I can't keep going like this, or I'll have no chance of reaching the top of the mountain," Lin Feng thought to himself. He frowned slightly, his eyes revealing a hint of anxiety and worry. He knew he had to find a solution quickly, otherwise this battle would become increasingly difficult.

Lin Feng took a deep breath, slowly closed his eyes, and began to mobilize his Qi. He could feel a powerful force surging through his body, his Qi gathering. He channeled the Qi bit by bit into his fist, feeling the powerful force condense in his fist.

The Lin family's unique martial art, the Jiyi Fist, while seemingly a common martial art in the eyes of ordinary warriors, possesses a completely different power in Lin Feng's hands. Lin Feng's mastery of the Jiyi Fist has reached a profound level, perfectly integrating his Qi into the fist technique. This imbues the Jiyi Fist with a powerful, almost oppressive power, as if a single punch could shatter a mountaintop.

At this moment, Lin Feng exuded a powerful aura. His eyes became even sharper, like two sharp swords, able to penetrate all obstacles. His fists were clenched tightly, shining with a dazzling light, as if containing endless power.

The old man's eyes flickered with surprise as he witnessed Lin Feng unleashing such a powerful martial art. He narrowed his eyes slightly, carefully observing Lin Feng's every move. He could sense the immense power of Lin Feng's punch, but he didn't flinch. As an elder of the Nine Emperors Pavilion, he held his dignity and pride. He decided to channel his entire body's Qi to withstand Lin Feng's blow.

The old man took a deep breath, slowly closed his eyes, and began to mobilize his inner Qi. He could feel a powerful force surge through his body, his Qi constantly gathering. He guided the Qi bit by bit to various parts of his body, feeling the powerful force flowing through him.

The old man's eyes became more determined, and he exuded a powerful aura. He raised his hands slightly, making a defensive posture, ready to meet Lin Feng's attack.

Lin Feng looked at the old man, his eyes showing no sign of retreat. He stared at the old man closely, his eyes revealing a hint of determination. He knew that this blow would determine whether he could continue to move forward. He clenched his fist tightly, feeling the powerful force gathering in his fist.

"Hah!" Lin Feng shouted, and threw a punch. A fist-like stream of Qi shot towards the old man, sending a gust of wind surging around him, as if a storm was about to break out. Wherever the Qi passed, the air seemed to be torn apart, emitting a sharp whistling sound.

The old man concentrated all his energy, his eyes burning with anticipation. He stared intently at the fist-like stream of energy, a hint of excitement in his eyes. He could sense the immense power of Lin Feng's punch, but he showed no fear. He believed in his own strength, and believed he could withstand it.

"boom!"

The fist-like Qi slammed into the old man's chest with a resounding bang. The shockwave spread outward, and a fierce wind blew, blowing the surrounding trees to and fro. Lin Feng had to block the shockwave to avoid being hurt.

After a long moment, as the smoke cleared, the old man half-knelt on the ground, clutching his chest and gasping for air. Blood still trickled from the corner of his mouth, and his face grew even paler. He muttered to himself, "I was a bit too confident indeed." His eyes revealed a hint of helplessness and regret. He hadn't expected Lin Feng's punch to be so powerful; he had actually underestimated his strength.

Lin Feng looked at the old man, his heart filled with emotion. He could feel that the old man was very powerful. That punch had already incorporated a lot of the power of heaven and earth. Although he was slightly injured, he was still able to stand in place after such a punch. His strength was indeed very powerful.

Lin Feng recalled his battle with Mu Yan. He knew Mu Yan's strength because they had fought before, and Lin Feng had killed him. The old man before him was incredibly powerful, even stronger than Mu Yan. Although Lin Feng had fought Teng Chong before, he had been largely crushed by him, making it difficult for him to judge Teng Chong's strength.

Lin Feng thought about how the Nine Emperors Pavilion focused on physical training, and how both strength and physical strength were extremely powerful. Thinking of this, Lin Feng felt a little scared, because the old man in front of him might not have used his full strength yet.

The old man covered his chest, exhaled heavily, and then slowly stood up. Lin Feng's face was solemn when he saw this scene. He didn't know what the old man would do next, and he was full of vigilance.

The old man slowly spoke: "It turns out that you can absorb and refine the power of heaven and earth. No wonder you can fight with the grandmaster." His voice was low and hoarse, like a call from ancient times.

Hearing this, Lin Feng did not reply, but looked at the old man quietly, wanting to see what he was going to do. His eyes revealed a hint of vigilance and doubt. He knew that at this time, any wrong decision could lead to serious consequences.

However, the old man showed no intention of continuing the fight. Instead, he clasped his fists and said, "As expected of General Lin, the man who defeated Mu Yan. I am Chi Rong, the Eighth Elder of the Nine Emperor Pavilion. The Nine Emperor Pavilion welcomes General Lin."

This scene left Lin Feng feeling a bit bewildered. He hadn't expected the old man's sudden change of attitude, which caught him off guard. But he quickly figured it out: he was probably trying to test his strength.