It seems my cultivation is still too low; I couldn't shatter his protective Battle Armor in a single blow,” Chen T retreated rapidly. Fighting a Battle Master demanded immediate withdrawal after a failed strike, otherwise, their speed and power would be too much for his current self to bear.

“Argh… you little brat, I’ll kill you!” Griff was nearly insane. A Battle Master being repeatedly beaten up by a mere Warrior, ending up covered in mud with his clothes tattered beyond repair. If he hadn’t been wearing armor made from Level Five Battle Beast hide, his situation would likely be far more gruesome.

Seeing Griff’s frenzy, Chen Feng dared not treat the situation lightly. He transformed his Black Gold Iron into vambraces and knuckles, fitting them over his right hand.

Griff’s muscles swelled as if inflating, and his light-gray mercenary uniform instantly seemed to double in size before ripping apart with a "snap," scattering into fragments across the Hunting Stage. Beneath lay the armor fashioned from Battle Beast hide, enveloped by a mist-like battle aura that seemed to form a swirling fog around him.

Observing the armor on Griff, Chen Feng immediately understood why his repeated attacks had failed to injure him: “He’s wearing a beast-hide armor; this complicates things. Even if I could breach his Battle Armor, I wouldn’t inflict a single scratch on him!”

“It looks like the only way is to find a way to get close, relying on the knuckles formed by the Black Gold Iron to execute the Reverse Peel and tear through his defenses. Otherwise, even continuously unleashing the Dark Hook Hand won’t break through his guard!” Chen Feng pondered for a moment, forming a plan.

Griff stamped his feet, transforming instantly into a charging Battle Beast, lunging forward with a "whoosh." His fists descended like two iron hammers dropped from the sky, aiming straight for Chen Feng’s head!

Battle Masters at Level Seven and above could condense battle aura to materialize it, shaping it into swords or sharp spikes for attack. Back then, Qilin had pierced Chen Feng’s shoulder using spikes formed from materialized battle aura. Now, Griff’s cultivation was insufficient to materialize his aura, forcing him to use his fists as the medium to unleash its power.

After advancing to Battle Master, he cultivated Human-Grade Battle Aura, which was more than double the power and speed of Beast-Grade Battle Aura. As his fists struck downward, they carried the sound of an air explosion; an invisible pressure washed over Chen Feng before the blows even landed.

Chen Feng shifted his feet back three steps and launched a Ghost Burn.

The Ghost Burn deflected one of his fists, but the other smashed squarely into his chest!

“Bang!” Chen Feng felt like a sandbag being kicked away. His body snapped backward, falling straight toward the ground!

Just then, a sharp screech echoed from the air behind Chen Feng. Three spikes shot out in a "" formation, rapidly aiming for Chen Feng’s lower back and head!

Danni, standing behind him, had summoned the advanced Level Three magical beast, the Great Earth Rampart Beast, at some unknown point!

These swift spikes were precisely what the Great Earth Rampart Beast launched from its body…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………

Danni and Moke watched Chen Feng and Griff exchange blows, their expressions of horror impossible to conceal.

“This… Yahagami Iori… is really just a Warrior?” Danni couldn’t believe his eyes. “A person of Warrior rank engaging Griff for so many rounds without defeat, without any equipment… how is that possible…”

“It seems this Yahagami Iori even has the upper hand,” Moke admitted, his surprise equally undisguised.

“Let’s make our move too. Let’s kill him in the chaos. Otherwise, if Griff is defeated, we are absolutely dead at his hands,” Danni said nervously.

If anyone had told him before this that a Warrior could defeat a Battle Master, he wouldn’t have believed it, even under threat of death. Now, seeing the combat between the red-haired youth and Griff, they were already terrified of Griff losing, highlighting the immense pressure Chen Feng’s offensive surge had placed on their minds.

“Agreed!” Moke contemplated for a moment, immediately retrieving a strangely shaped short sword from his person. He hadn’t brought this item when they visited the ‘Rookie’s Rest’ before, but he carried it now because he intended to kill Chen Feng.

Danni also used his summoning magic to bring forth his pet monster, the “Great Earth Rampart Beast.”

Instantly, the entire Hunting Stage vibrated with conflicting surges of battle aura and magic, causing the surrounding elements to become chaotic.

Receiving its master’s intention, the Great Earth Rampart Beast opened its massive mouth and shook its body, instantly shedding three spikes which it fired toward Chen Feng, who was currently being knocked down by Griff in mid-air! ………………………………………………………………………………………

“Hmph!” Chen Feng snorted coldly. With a "bang," the energy vortex in his Dantian exploded. All his battle aura cells filled with power, his muscles swelling as if inflated, instantly reaching the Berserk State.

Entering the Berserk State doubled both speed and strength. Chen Feng clapped the air with his hand; the Scorch Flame Explosion generated a powerful airflow that forcibly propelled him two meters horizontally, just enough to evade the spikes from behind. He then landed, rolled on the ground, and flipped twice.

“Nonsense!” Griff roared, casually catching the three spikes meant for Chen Feng as he evaded them. “When I’m fighting, you two roll aside! Stop meddling!”

As a First-Level Battle Master, Griff possessed his own dignity. Being locked in a prolonged stalemate with a Warrior was already a blow to his pride, and now having two others interfere sent his rage soaring.

Griff’s bellow made Danni and Moke flinch, causing them to halt their attacks obediently and stare at their Vice Commander, who now stood as immovable as a mountain upon landing.

“This is a fight between me and Yahagami Iori! Damn it, if anyone dares step in, I’ll kill them!” Griff roared like a furious lion.

“It seems Griff still possesses some martial spirit,” Chen Feng thought. While his opinion of Griff had slightly improved, the battle had to continue; his opponent was intent on his demise, so Chen Feng naturally would not hold back.

Griff turned his gaze back to Chen Feng. “I didn’t expect you, a mere Warrior, to fight me to a standstill. Very impressive. However, I wasn't using my full strength just now. You better brace yourself now.” As he spoke, a series of cracking sounds emanated from within his body, like strings of firecrackers popping.

“Trouble, this guy must be preparing to use some kind of Battle Skill!” Chen Feng exclaimed inwardly.

Battle Skills were rare, but Battle Masters were qualified to learn one or two low-tier skills. Seeing the sound coming from Griff’s bones, Chen Feng knew the opponent was certainly preparing a powerful Beast Battle Skill!

Chen Feng held his right hand flat near his waist, and instantly, azure flames formed in his palm.

“One Hundred and Eighth Style: Dark Hook Hand, Vortex Power 60.”

Chen Feng dared not hold back any longer, unleashing his greatest strength right from the start.

When fighting Qilin previously, his strongest attack barely exerted the power of Vortex Force 53. Now that his cultivation had advanced, he struck immediately with a force of 60. This was the peak of Chen Feng’s offense in his Berserk State.

The azure flames rolled across the ground like lightning, surging toward the stationary Griff.

“This move won't kill him, but it will definitely shatter his defenses. Then I’ll rush in and use the Reverse Peel in close combat to finish him,” Chen Feng instantly formulated his battle strategy.

Griff’s eyes widened into perfect circles. He roared, his body seeming to extend by half a span from nowhere, and he swung a fist into the air, which was accompanied by what sounded like a tiger’s roar.

“Tiger Roar Fist!”

The Tiger Roar Fist was an advanced Beast-Grade Battle Skill. Griff had discovered it accidentally in a cave during a perilous mercenary mission. When executing this skill, his entire body felt as if it were transforming into a tiger, his bones cracking loudly as his punch generated the sound of a tiger’s roar in the air! Originally, Griff hadn't fully mastered this move, but necessity forced him to use it now in desperation.

With a roar, Griff’s hands transformed into a tiger’s sharp claws, fiercely colliding with Chen Feng’s Dark Hook Hand imbued with 60 Vortex Power!

“Boom…”

A massive explosion erupted, sending concentric shockwaves rippling through the air. The Dark Hook Hand and the Tiger Roar Fist canceled each other out in the sky.

Taking advantage of the explosive moment, Chen Feng tensed every muscle, concentrating all his power into his legs like rolling waves. He shot forward with an arrow-like speed, leaving only a blur, instantly closing the distance to Griff. He grabbed hold of him and slammed him onto the ground.

Two Hundred and Twelfth Style: Qin Yue Yin!

“Bang!” The Scorch Flame exploded over Griff’s body. Without the protection of his Battle Armor, Griff clearly sustained grievous injuries.

Having landed a successful strike, Chen Feng immediately executed a Reverse Peel, tearing through the Battle Beast hide armor, lunging forward, and delivering a Sunflower Three Styles blow precisely onto the area he had just ripped open.

This rapid sequence of actions was blindingly fast. Although they weren't a continuous chain combo, they overwhelmed the opponent who couldn’t react in time. With several sharp "cracks," an unknown number of Griff’s ribs were broken by Chen Feng’s Sunflower strike.

Hundred Style Ghost Burn!

Chen Feng showed no intention of letting up after the Sunflower Three Styles concluded; he immediately followed up with a Ghost Burn aimed directly at Griff’s broken ribs.

The Ghost Burn, unleashed by Chen Feng in his Berserk State, was fifteen times stronger than before. Griff screamed as a large hole was scorched into his chest; he clearly wouldn't survive.

“Hoo…” Chen Feng let out a long breath, landing on the ground. This sequence of movements had been fluid, lightning-fast, and had nearly exhausted all his Vortex Power.

“If it weren't for the training in the sphere over these ten days, executing so many moves in such a short span would have been absolutely impossible,” Chen Feng naturally understood the main reason for the speed of these transitions.

The attacks within the sphere had been rapid and intense; Chen Feng never had time to think in there. But this kind of high-pressure training allowed Chen Feng to execute moves without deliberation—they flowed out as one integrated action.

“Click… click…” A faint sound signaled a change. Chen Feng’s full, taut muscles instantly relaxed back to normal; the Berserk State had just concluded.

“Damn it, after the Berserk State ends, my Vortex Power is nearly depleted; I don't have enough strength left to kill Danni, Moke, plus an advanced Level Three magical beast!” Chen Feng instantly realized the gravity of the situation. He turned his head toward Danni and Moke, only to see them charging forward—one raising a magic staff, the other clutching a short sword, both brimming with killing intent. (To be continued, for further developments, please visit www**m for more chapters, supporting the author and legitimate reading!)