Chapter 105: Battle!

  "I admire your courage, but it still can't change your doomed fate. If you know what's good for you and withdraw from the competition voluntarily, I might spare you. Otherwise, I also can't guarantee how heavy my hand will be." Zheng Jian said this with a cold smile.

  Mo Feng gazed at Zheng Jian, saying coldly: "You haven't even fought yet, how can you be so sure of winning?"

  Zheng Jian's face suddenly sank, and he said in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "This is a testing platform. Although killing is not allowed, if you accidentally severely injure your opponent, it won't be pursued!"

  Mo Feng let out a cold hum, and he understood why Zheng Jian was reluctant to make a move.

  If the two had a fair and square match, even if Mu Feng lost, it would be hard to leave any shadows behind. But if he conceded defeat on his own initiative, he would leave a shadow in his heart, and next time when he met Zheng Jian, even if his strength was stronger than his opponent's, it would be difficult for him to have the heart to win.

  Moreover, this shadow will also hinder his boundary advancement and become a stumbling block on his own path of martial arts.

  From this point on, Zheng Jian was undoubtedly an extremely sinister person.

  "If you want to fight, then fight! What's the use of idle chatter?" Mu Feng suddenly shouted loudly, his loud voice echoing throughout the entire square, a domineering aura emanating from him, shocking everyone present.

  Everyone looked at Mu Feng with a kind of admiration. Although they knew that the opponent was a strong Shaping Realm, they still had no fear in their hearts and decided to fight one battle after another. This kind of momentum is not possessed by everyone.

  Mù Yùn Táng and Mù Chuán Dào on the high platform also nodded, a hint of a smile on their faces. They believed that even if Mù Fēng's current strength was not up to par, with his kind of temperament, his future achievements would definitely not be low.

  Zheng Jian's face was as gloomy as a dark cloud, he had not expected that his plan not only failed to succeed, but also further stimulated the opponent's bloodlust and will to fight. It seemed that this time his calculations were wrong.

  "Since you're determined to fight, I'll fulfill your wish." Zheng Jian said coldly, Mu Feng had completely ignited his anger, if it were in the Hidden Treasure Pavilion, he only had the idea of teaching Mu Feng a lesson, but now, he even had the urge to kill him.

  However, Zheng Jian would not kill Mu Feng on the dueling platform. He knew that provoking the Mu clan would not end well for him either. Instead, he decided to make Mu Feng a useless person on the dueling platform to vent his anger.

  Mo Feng looked at Zheng Jian, the Flame Sun Seal had reached its peak, and the Mysterious Copper Body Seal also instantly reached the eighth level. Strands of icy bronze color appeared on his skin, and a strong sense of power flowed out.

  Although he was full of fighting spirit, facing Zheng Jian who had already entered the realm of creation, he had to muster all his strength and use every ounce of energy to have a chance to defeat him.

  Taking a heavy step forward, the entire stage also trembled. The overbearing and fierce Flame Emperor burst out like a storm, his whole body like a heavy artillery shell, charging violently towards Zheng Jian.

  A surge of dark energy burst forth, a flurry of fierce and deadly fist silhouettes striking at Zheng Jian's vital points from all directions.

  Zheng Jian faced this fierce attack, still completely unbothered. If it were yesterday, he would have had to go to great lengths to defeat Mu Feng, but today, he was confident that he could defeat him within five moves, or even kill him.

  But Zheng Jian had no intention of striking, because he was enjoying this feeling. He didn't want to let Mu Feng lose the game so cleanly and simply, but instead wanted to slowly torture him under everyone's gaze, humiliate him, and leave an indelible shadow in his heart.

  Mo Feng's fierce fist shadow was all rendered invisible under Zheng Jian's raised hands and feet.

  The gap between the two is like a chasm in the eyes of the crowd, impossible to bridge.

  "Willow Fist, Ten Thousand Willows Facing the Sun!"

  "Shuǐ jīn zhǎng, duàn jīn suì yín!"

  Translation: "Golden palm shattered, gold and silver broken!"

  "Fierce Flame Fist, Fierce Flame Sweeps the Heavens!"

  Mufeng used all his martial arts, but didn't cause any harm to Zheng Jian. On the contrary, Zheng Jian's unintentional counterattacks made Mufeng spit out blood and his vital energy surged.

  The host's stage was silent for a moment, and everyone looked at the two people on the stage who were not on the same level at all, with different expressions on their faces.

  Zheng Nan gazed at the dueling platform, sipping his tea with ease and comfort. With his piercing gaze, Mu Feng would soon exhaust himself and lose. As for delivering a fatal blow, there was no need for that.

  The Mu family members looked serious at the dueling platform, and Mu Yundang's hands were tightly clenched. Although it was Mu Feng who lost, his face was slapped. As the leader of the Mu clan, there was no glory on his face.

  Even Mu Hanqing was exceptionally solemn at this moment, looking at the two people on the field without saying a word.

  "Is it going to end like this?" Mu Han Yu on the main stage looked at that lean figure and muttered. But last night's words still echoed in her ears, she didn't know why, but she had an inexplicable faith in that lean figure, although defeat was already looming, she still believed he would turn things around.

  Others were either regretful or gloating, and the complexity of human nature was fully revealed at this moment.

  "Ah!"

  Mo Feng took a deep breath and calmed down the turmoil in his chest, earlier he had received Zheng Jian's palm strike, which was extremely painful.

  I have already used all my strength, but the other side didn't even use martial arts...

  "How detestable!" Mu Feng gritted his teeth and said.

  Looking at the two people in the arena playing like a cat and mouse, everyone also sighed, the two people are simply not on the same level.

  "Alright, I think we've played enough." Zheng Jian said with a smile, he was also getting tired of it and wanted to end this boring game.

  He lightly took a step forward, and the majestic dark energy spread out like a wave, that momentum was extremely violent!

  Zheng Jian smiled at Mu Feng, his palm making a grasping motion in mid-air. Under the gaze of the crowd, a gigantic palm print began to take shape before him, its surface bearing clear and distinct palm lines that emitted an astonishing ripple effect.

  Zheng Jian reached the realm of creation, possessing the power of creation, able to condense and shape, greatly increasing his might. Even a single ordinary Xuanli palm print could emit such a terrifying fluctuation.

  Mo Feng took a deep breath, his spirit highly concentrated, and all the flames of Yang's dominance were fully unleashed. He sensed the danger in this palm print, and if he didn't go all out, this one palm might be enough to severely injure him.

  "Go!"

  Zheng Jian flipped his palm, and a virtual slap flew out. The palm print was accompanied by a shocking momentum, fiercely slapping towards Mu Feng. Wherever the palm print went, the air burst, and the sonic boom echoed incessantly in the ears.

  Staring at the palm print that was constantly enlarging in his pupils, Mu Feng's body suddenly let out a loud explosion. In an instant, someone discovered that Mu Feng's aura had surged violently, breaking through the middle stage of the Qi Refining Realm and reaching the peak of the middle stage of the Qi Refining Realm, and this violent surge only stopped when it reached the very top of the middle stage of the Qi Refining Realm.

  Promotion! The middle period of the Huajing realm is fully completed!