Chen Feng saw the opening and devised his countermeasure, deliberately stepping back before kicking out with his left foot. Just as predicted, Spencer habitually jumped three meters to the right. Before he even landed, however, his vision blurred, and a massive fist abruptly materialized inches from his face.
With a loud smack, Spencer recoiled, blood streaming from his nose, tumbling backward to crash headlong into a pile of rubble near the valley's edge.
This was the scene witnessed by the two onlookers.
Spencer pushed himself up, wiping the blood from his lip, and then suddenly began to laugh!
"It's been so long since I've had such a satisfying fight! I truly didn't expect to meet such an opponent here!"
While the words sounded cool, paired with Spencer’s blood-soaked face, the effect was profoundly unsettling.
"You are no match for me," Chen Feng stated flatly. "I already know your style of attack."
"That's not necessarily true!" The words died on Spencer's lips as dazzling magical light erupted from his body, instantly boosting his speed to more than double what it had been before.
He possessed a Tier Three Wind Magic Scroll!
Empowered by the third-tier wind magic, Spencer’s already swift movements became impossibly fast. Where before one could perceive a faint afterimage, now those watching couldn't even catch a ghost of his shadow.
Chen Feng’s expression finally shifted.
A Ninth-Level Dragon Rider augmented by third-tier magic! This velocity was truly terrifying!
Crack, crack! Two sharp impacts landed—one on Chen Feng’s shoulder and one on his chest. The immense concussive force sent him flying back until he slammed into a colossal boulder.
Yet, Chen Feng’s physique proved far more resilient than his opponent imagined. Though the two blows landed heavily, they caused him no true injury.
Austin and the others watched Chen Feng take the hits, their hearts pounding with dread, simultaneously astonished by Spencer's terrifying speed.
Had the Cao Feng also been defeated this time? With that kind of speed and cultivation, augmented by magic...
Without a Dou Shi’s cultivation level, victory was simply impossible!
Damn it! Everyone secretly clenched their fists.
Chen Feng expelled a heavy breath from his chest, stood up, brushed the dirt from his clothes, and slowly closed his eyes.
In a fight moving at this pace, his eyes could no longer keep up. The only way to track his opponent was through spiritual perception!
Chen Feng’s mastery of spiritual perception was unquestionable. The moment his eyes shut, Spencer’s form was instantly locked down.
His target was circling, approaching Chen Feng along a specific, unusual trajectory!
Chen Feng understood immediately. Without opening his eyes, he channeled power into his feet and leaped suddenly, launching a strike in mid-air toward the target locked by his perception!
"Wild Bite!"
With a mighty shout, his fist ignited in a sphere of brilliant fire, hurtling toward Spencer!
"How can he see me?" Spencer briefly wondered.
The scroll he had just torn was called Wind Walker. Used on an ordinary person, it offered little more than a slight agility boost, but applied to a wind-attributed warrior, the effect was revolutionary!
His own Dou Qi harnessed the magical fluctuations of the Wind Walker, allowing every change in direction to feel like stepping on continually emerging stone walls, doubling his speed again! Simultaneously, the interplay between the magic and his Dou Qi created severe atmospheric disturbances, enough to induce visual fatigue in his opponent, rendering him blind to Spencer’s actual location!
It was with this very technique that Spencer had once defeated a First-Level Dragon Rider from the Pterodactyl Rider Legion, securing his undisputed position as Vice-Commander!
If even a First-Level Dragon Rider couldn't track his speed, how could this youth perceive him with his eyes closed? But even if he saw him, what difference would it make? Against absolute speed, everything else became meaningless!
Though puzzled, Spencer did not slow his pace. He feinted twice with his shoulders and, at the critical instant, slipped free from the vortex of Chen Feng’s Wild Bite.
"Boom!" The flame struck the ground, sending shards of rock flying.
Chen Feng’s punch missed. A thought spurred him to swing his arm back, but a tingling sensation told him he’d been struck. He forcibly surged forward!
Alas, the opponent's speed was too great. A fist still slammed squarely into his back, jarring him so severely he nearly fell flat.
Spencer pressed his advantage, driving a kick into Chen Feng’s back. Although Chen Feng sensed the blow, his body was too slow to evade it. In desperation, he stomped his left foot hard, launching a chunk of shattered rock that, guided by his internal energy, whizzed toward Spencer.
Spencer seemed to anticipate this, already veering away before the stone arrived, flashing past Chen Feng’s front in a near-instantaneous movement!
This speed... it was simply terrifying!
Thud! Chen Feng’s shoulder took another blow, sending him flying through the air to crash onto the hillside.
"Your reaction time is fast, but your speed limits your potential. Given time, I might not be your match! However..." Seeing Chen Feng sprawled on the slope, Spencer felt a sense of camaraderie, speaking his thoughts aloud.
While valuing talent, no one would forgive an active enemy. Based on his words, Spencer was clearly contemplating murder.
Chen Feng pushed himself up from the incline; that last fall had genuinely hurt, causing him to wince. But hearing the opponent’s words, he couldn't help but retort, "Your speed is indeed fast, and amplified by that magic scroll, it is formidable. But to think you can kill me with just that is underestimating me greatly!"
With that, he unstrapped the pickaxe from his back.
Throughout the earlier fight, Chen Feng had kept the nearly five-thousand-jin pickaxe strapped on solely for training purposes. Taking it off now made him feel instantly lighter!
Is he resorting to a weapon? Spencer thought, finding a pickaxe a bizarre choice. But even with a weapon, what difference can it make? Spencer scoffed internally. Will a weapon let him win? Against absolute speed, no weapon can ever touch me!
Chen Feng remained silent and casually tossed the pickaxe toward the ground. He had intended to recall it to his waterskin, but doing so so openly would reveal his spatial container to everyone—something he desperately wished to avoid.
Crash! The pickaxe struck the earth, instantly pulverizing a football-sized piece of granite and burying itself half a meter deep into the soil!
"What..." Spencer froze. He had sensed the immense weight when Chen Feng threw the pickaxe, but for a drop from that height to smash rock the size of a football and penetrate so deeply... Just how heavy was this pickaxe?
Approaching in his confusion, he spoke with a knightly air, "May I examine your weapon?"
"Weapon?" Chen Feng paused, then realized Spencer referred to the pickaxe lying beside him. He simply nodded.
Spencer reached out his right hand to grasp it, stumbling immediately and nearly falling flat!
"How... how heavy is this?" Spencer’s shock could no longer be concealed. He swallowed hard, nearing collapse.
"Four thousand eight hundred and twenty jin," Chen Feng replied without turning around, adjusting to the sudden lightness after shedding the load.
"Four... thousand... eight hundred... and twenty jin?" Spencer was nearly in tears, roaring, "Have you seriously been carrying something this heavy while fighting me just now?"
Chen Feng nodded, looking at his opponent with slight confusion. "Is there a problem?"
Spencer felt waves of dizziness. "No..." he screamed internally. He maintained speed equal to mine while carrying nearly five thousand jin, and I was just calling him slow... The thought made Spencer wish he could die right there!
But he was no simple figure. Though deeply shaken, his gaze remained firm. His Dou Qi surged madly, and with a roar, he lifted the pickaxe.
If Chen Feng could move like lightning carrying it, what would happen when he held it? Thinking this, Spencer spun his Dou Qi and forcefully stepped forward. But before he managed three meters, he pitched forward and fell heavily onto the ground!
"My Dou Qi... Does this pickaxe possess the ability to suppress one's cultivation?" Spencer couldn't believe his own hypothesis.
"Yes," Chen Feng confirmed.
Spencer could take no more. His body swayed as he prepared to faint. Moving at his speed while carrying five thousand jin was already monstrous, but this five-thousand-jin object also suppressed cultivation... How was one supposed to live against such a perversion of nature...
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