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nTranslator: Lordbluefire Editor: Lordbluefire

n“How can this be?” Exclamations of shock reverberated throughout the arena, accompanied by dumbfounded looks.

nCountless clansmen of the Feng Clan were opening their mouths gradually, dropping their jaws, when they saw the scenes of the ranking competition.

nIt wasn’t that they couldn’t be calm, but the change to the situation was just too abrupt.

nFeng Li, who was renowned for his sharp and ruthless saber arts, had his saber caught bare-handed by Feng Lin and then destroyed.

nAs for Feng Jinpeng, he was still pretending to be a golden-winged roc in the sky earlier. But now, he was like a dead chicken being grabbed by Feng Lin. He had no more strength to resist.

nThe top two geniuses were defeated in succession by Feng Lin, just like that.

nCould it be that he really had the power to dominate all the other participants single-handedly?

nThis was not only a possibility. It was an inevitability!

nOnce Feng Lin rose, he would instantly soar up to the sky. He gave off a feeling of tyranny and invincibility

nFeng Jinpeng had a trace of resentment on his face at being grabbed like a dead chicken. He was like a defenseless child.

nNo matter what, he was the direct grandson of the clan leader, and everyone had always admired and was respectful to him since he was young. His talent was also considered very outstanding, when had he ever suffered such humiliation before?

nSoaring Wings of the Golden Roc!

nHe spread his hands wide, resembling a great roc spreading its wings. After that, he fiercely slammed them toward Feng Lin’s chest. The generated wind felt as sharp as blades. They took on the form of feathers and launched toward Feng Lin.

nBang, bang, bang!

nIn an instant, over ten palm strikes blasted into Feng Lin’s chest. However, they seemed to have hit a steel board. Thunderous sounds rang out but Feng Lin wasn’t injured.

nFeng Lin lowered his head and smiled calmly.

nThis palm art wasn’t bad, but it was completely useless.

nUpon seeing Feng Jinpeng’s struggle, Feng Lin’s hand suddenly flashed, moving toward him.

nFeng Jinpeng screamed as his wrists were dislocated. His hands helplessly slumped down and couldn’t make any moves any longer.

n“Have you had enough yet?” Feng Lin coldly laughed. He walked to the edge of the platform and toss Feng Jinpeng down.

nWith a scream of misery, Feng Jinpeng was eliminated just like that.

nFeng Lin’s casual movements in tossing Feng Jinpeng out stunned everyone.

nFeng Li and Feng Jinpeng were undoubtedly two of the strongest Feng Clan’s geniuses. Both of them had had hopes of becoming the top-ranking supreme genius today, yet they had both lost to Feng Lin.

nSince those two couldn’t win, there was no need for the other participants to continue dreaming.

nAs they stared at the terrifying figure on the platform, the one resembling a god or a devil, boundless fear appeared in their hearts.

nFeng Lin only gave them a feeling. A single word…’invincible!’

nWe can’t win!

nA thought arose in their hearts.

nThe movements of their hands involuntarily slowed, but they still decided to attack. The energy attacks they sent out continued to blast into Feng Lin’s chest, generating sparks.

nFeng Lin’s shirt was torn and tattered, revealing his streamlined muscles. His body glowed with a faint jade-like color and there were detailed veined lines as though they were made from jade.

nHe was moving against the energy blast and forcefully walking forward.

nVajra Dragon Claw!

nFeng Lin’s fingers were like hooks, slashing out and generating streams of wind so powerful that they could tear apart stone and metal.

nThese people couldn’t evade in time and their clothes were sliced through, leaving behind conspicuous bloody wounds on their body.

nThe Vajra Subduing Devil Fist was an initial-grade low-tier genetic martial arts. However, its might was so much higher than the original version when Feng Lin used it.

nAfter all, the Vajra Gene was just a high-grade primeval gene; thus, the body strengthening effect of the Vajra Gene couldn’t be compared to the Stone Monkey Gene.

nThe claw force sliced apart the air, filling the sky with claw shadows, wanting to tear apart this entire space.

nFeng Lin was like a ferocious tiger who had left his mountain. He didn’t care about defense. His body’s toughness was so high that it completely rendered the attacks of the opponents useless.

nIn comparison, the bodies of his opponents were too weak. They couldn’t even withstand a single claw attack from Feng Lin. Their bodies were filled with scratches as blood dripped from their wounds.

nFeng Lin didn’t use any flowery moves. He suppressed them completely with pure strength.

n“This can’t continue on!” The six remaining participants exchanged a mutual glance as their expressions turned ashen.

nIf they had joined forces with so many here and was blasted down the platform by one person, things would truly be too embarrassing.

nEven if they obtained a very high ranking, things would be meaningless.

nEveryone else would only remember them as an insignificant number whom Feng Lin counted as his defeated opponents.

nThey became interstellar cultivators at such a young age and were all geniuses of the Feng Clan. Which one of them was willing to become the stepping stones of others?!

nAlthough the six of them didn’t discuss this, they instantly came to the same conclusion. Let’s act together!

nGenetic energy gushed forth with no reservations.

nWater, Fire, Earth, Metal, Wind, Thunder—all sorts of energy types intersected in the air.

nTheir faces turned red from the effort as they unleashed the entirety of genetic energy in their bodies, fusing them together. In the end, only a ball of darkness could be seen.

nSizzle~

nBlack sparks shot out from it, looking extremely bizarre and terrifying.

nThe atmosphere in the surrounding space suddenly turned strange as the temperature soared.

nFeng Lin’s expression turned solemn. For some reason, he felt a huge threat from this ball of darkness.

nAfter all, the participants here weren’t weaklings. When they joined forces with their extraordinary methods, they were sufficient to cause a huge threat to Feng Lin.

nBut this was fine. Only by defeating them head-on would it make them submit whole-heartedly.

nFeng Lin also unleashed his strongest attack. His hands formed gestures and his fingers became swords as he stabbed out, sending a terrifyingly sharp sword-intent. The formless force in the air seemingly wanted to split the ball of darkness into twain.

nImmortal Slaying Sword Imprint!

nThis seemingly ordinary slash was generated by rapid movements of his fingers. Immense sharpness gushed forth as the sword finger slashed outward. This sword slash was like a flying immortal from the nine heavens desiring to slay his fellow immortals and gods.

nRUMBLE!

nThe energy ball of darkness blasted over.

nChi!

nFeng Lin’s entire person seemed to transform into a sword. He stood up straight as his sword fingers unleashed waves of terrifying sword qi. He resembled an ancient sword immortal, controlling his sword to take the head of others from a thousand miles away.

n“What martial art is this?” The demonically handsome young man stood up, gazing at this scene. The languid and lazy look on his face completely changed, turning extremely heavy.

nOn the battlefield, the sword imprint and the dark energy ball collided, and an explosion instantly occurred. Violent waves of might gushed out in four directions from the impact, causing the situation on the platform to be very chaotic.

nThe participants were engulfed inside the explosion. The crowd couldn’t see them clearly.

nAll the spectators on the viewing platform involuntarily stood up as their eyes locked on the dueling platform, wanting to observe all commotions.

nThe final battle would be decided with this one strike.

nWhoever was the victor or loser would soon be known!

nSo…who would the victor be?

nChi!

nA sharp slicing sound rang out through the air.

nAll of a sudden, a small crack appeared in the ball of darkness and it was sliced into two.

nFrom within, a human figure shot out. His clothes were blackened and tattered, but his revealed skin was shining with a jade-like luster. He wasn’t injured at all.

nIf this wasn’t Feng Lin, who else could it be?

nFeng Lin gazed over. His sword finger slashed out again, forming a marvelous arc to cut through the sky.

nFor a split second, everyone could only set their eyes upon the arc of the slash.

nChi~ Sword qi gushed forth with unstoppable momentum.

nThe six of them couldn’t dodge in time and were all hit by that sword qi. They were knocked to the ground and were in miserable straits.

nMighty Vajra Palm!

nFeng Lin changed his finger stance to that of a palm stance and repeatedly blasted his palm out in the air.

nGenerating a vast amount of force, it enabled him to hit targets from a distance away.

nThe six of them were all hit heavily, becoming human sandbags that were flung through the air before heavily smashed to the ground.

nRight now, this entire space was silent.

nFeng Lin was the last man standing. He turned his gaze to the crowd, radiating the domineeringness of being unequaled.

nFeng Lin took note of the fear, trepidation, and astonishment on the faces of the crowd in his heart.

nInvincibility was also a kind of loneliness…

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