Mainland Martial Arts

Chapter 117: One Man Challenges the Heroes

The Grandmaster on the right held two maces, whistling as they smashed into Lin Feng's waist. The maces carried such heavy pressure that the air was squeezed, making a sizzling sound. The maces were engraved with mysterious runes, each one gleaming with a faint light, demonstrating the extraordinary power of these weapons.

Lin Feng remained calm in the face of danger. He ducked to avoid the long sword from the left, which barely scraped past his scalp, severing a few strands of hair. Then, he rolled forward, dodging the double mace thrusts from the right. As he rolled, he kicked the Grandmaster on the right in the calf. The pain inflicted, the Grandmaster lost his balance and fell to one knee. His knee slammed into the ground, causing it to dent slightly.

Lin Feng seized the opportunity and leaped to his feet, delivering a powerful kick to the left Grandmaster's abdomen, sending him flying. Like a kite with its string cut, the Grandmaster flew several feet before crashing heavily to the ground. His body slid across the ground, leaving a long trail. His clothes were ripped, revealing a bloody mess of flesh beneath.

But the Nine Emperors Pavilion's attacks were relentless, like a tidal wave. Three more Grandmasters attacked simultaneously, one unleashing a fist technique whose shadowy impact was like an impenetrable wall. Each punch carried a whirring sound, seemingly shattering the very air. His boxing style was like a torrential downpour, dazzling the eyes and making it impossible to distinguish true from false.

A man unleashed a palm technique, its wind so fierce it seemed to split mountains and crack rocks, its shadow as elusive as a phantom. A faint glow shone from his palm, and every swing of his hand unleashed a powerful gust of air.

Another man brandished a spear, the tip of which flashed with a cold light, piercing Lin Feng's chest. The spear's speed was as fast as lightning, making it impossible to avoid. The spear was like a nimble dragon, and the cold light at the tip flickered unsteadily, as if it could penetrate everything.

Lin Feng's pressure surged, veins bulging on his forehead. He roared, his Qi surging wildly. He launched both palms forward, clashing with the fist-wielding master. The powerful collision shook the air around them. With a resounding "boom," cracks instantly appeared on the ground beneath their feet, spreading like a spiderweb, sending tiny rocks flying everywhere.

Then he dodged the palm attack sideways, grabbed the palm master's wrist, and swung it hard, throwing it towards the oncoming spear.

The master wielding the spear hastily retracted his weapon to avoid accidentally injuring his companions. Lin Feng seized the opportunity and charged forward, punching him in the chest, sending him spewing blood and retreating. His chest caved in, and he flew out like a cannonball, his blood gushing out of his mouth in a mist.

Lin Feng's clothes were now stained with blood, both from the enemy and his own. His clothes were tattered and fluttered in the wind, revealing wounds crisscrossing his skin, blood oozing continuously. But his eyes remained firm, his fighting spirit rising even higher.

"Come again!" Lin Feng roared, his voice full of indomitable spirit and determination, as if a wounded beast was giving its final roar.

Seeing that his attack was in vain, Man Jiawen became increasingly anxious. He rushed forward again and engaged in a fierce attack with Lin Feng.

Man Jiawen's boxing style was fierce and domineering, each punch imbued with boundless power, as if it could destroy everything. He roared, "Boy, you won't be able to escape today!" Every punch he threw was accompanied by a whirring sound, sweat dripped from his forehead, and his eyes were filled with crazy murderous intent.

Lin Feng deftly neutralized the blows, searching for Man Jiawen's weakness. His form was like a ghost, weaving in and out of Man Jiawen's fists with ease. "It won't be easy to take me down!" His breathing was rapid, but each movement was precise, his eyes fixed on Man Jiawen's movements.

"Bang!" Another fierce collision, Lin Feng and Man Jiawen each took a few steps back.

Lin Feng felt a sharp pain in his arms and a surge of blood in his chest. A sweet, fishy taste surged up his throat, but he forced himself to swallow it. But he suppressed the discomfort and charged forward again.

At this moment, the other Grandmasters also unleashed their unique skills. For a moment, the radiance of Qi shone, illuminating the area like daylight. The radiance of various weapons intertwined, creating a brilliant yet deadly spectacle. The powerful Qi surges uprooted the surrounding trees, sending sand and rocks flying through the air.

Lin Feng was caught in a dilemma under the siege of the crowd, but he resolved the crisis time and time again with his tenacious will and excellent fighting skills.

"Puff!" Lin Feng was caught off guard by a Grandmaster's palm strike, spitting out a mouthful of blood. The blood formed a terrifying mist in the air. His body trembled slightly, but he regained his footing in an instant.

But he didn't flinch at all. Instead, he used the momentum of vomiting blood to rush forward and punched the master in the face, breaking his nose. The master screamed and covered his face, blood oozing from between his fingers. His nose had completely collapsed, leaving him unrecognizable.

The battle intensified, and Lin Feng's wounds grew more numerous, each oozing with blood. His clothes had long since been tattered, and his exposed skin was covered in bruises and scars. Some of the wounds were so deep that the bone was visible, and blood stained his body red, but his counterattacks became increasingly ferocious.

Finally, after a grueling battle, the twenty sixth-grade masters gradually lost strength, their attack speed and power noticeably declining. Their breathing became rapid, beads of sweat covered their foreheads, and a hint of fatigue and fear lingered in their eyes. Their movements became sluggish, their attacks less sharp.

Lin Feng seized the opportunity, shouted loudly, and unleashed a set of astonishingly powerful punches. His punches were as fast as a gust of wind and rain, and each one contained all his remaining strength. His eyes burned with raging rage, as if he wanted to incinerate the enemy before him.

"Bang, bang, bang!" Several muffled thuds echoed as several sixth-grade Grandmasters were struck by Lin Feng's fists, falling to the ground and groaning in pain. Their bodies twisted on the ground, unable to stand up again. Some had broken ribs, others had internal injuries, the sight was horrific.

The remaining Sixth-Rank Grandmasters, seeing the situation was not good, wanted to retreat, but Lin Feng would not give them the chance. He chased them madly like a wounded beast.

"Ah!" Several more sixth-grade masters were knocked to the ground by Lin Feng, losing their ability to fight. Some of them had their limbs broken, while others had their meridians shattered. They collapsed to the ground, not even able to beg for mercy.

Lin Feng's body was at its weakest, each wound piercing with pain, his strength nearly drained. Yet, his gaze remained unwavering, radiating a fierce determination. Observing the Nine Emperor Pavilion's eager gazes, as if intent on devouring him alive, he took a deep breath, turned without hesitation, and dashed towards the deep, mysterious, maze-like forest in the distance.