This youngster is quite peculiar, not at all matching the reports. Everyone, focus!" the blue-robed Magus shouted, snapping out of his recent shock.

How powerful their combined five-person spell truly was, they knew best themselves; even a fifth-rank Dou Shi usually required ten minutes to break free from the restraint spell, yet this youth shattered it in under ten seconds!

If this situation continued as the intelligence suggested, it truly defied belief!

"Was this kid really just a second-rank Dou Z a year ago? Is he really only fifteen this year?" the grey-robed Magus exclaimed, his face etched with disbelief.

"Who knows, damn it, if this guy is genuinely only fifteen, then all our years have been lived in vain!" a green-robed Magus immediately cursed.

A fifteen-year-old Dou Shi was unheard of on this continent, let alone a Dou Shi capable of instantly killing even a fourth-rank Sword Master, and who could fly... and who broke such a potent restraint spell in under ten seconds...

Could this still be called human? Was it a person, or a disguised, shape-shifting Magical Beast?

"Old Feng, your speed is fastest; go up and intercept him for a moment. We’ll be right behind you. If our first line of defense, laid down by four five-rank Magi working together, is breached so easily, it will be too shameful!" The blue-robed Magus, watching Chen Feng fly further and further away, spoke to the leading Magus.

"Understood!" Empowered by his Wind elemental magic, the Magus called Old Feng instantly doubled his speed, leaving a wake of turbulent air as he chased after Chen Feng. …………………………………………………………………………………………

Chen Feng felt a gnawing anxiety; he flew as fast as possible, but the Magus carrying Uncle Wen ahead was even swifter. He had pushed himself to his absolute limit, yet the gap continued to widen, and the figure was about to vanish into the horizon.

"If he gets away, Uncle Wen will be in danger!" Chen Feng felt an intense internal burn. His entire body’s muscles suddenly swelled, emitting a faint yellow radiance. His speed instantly doubled!

In desperation, Chen Feng had activated his Surge!

Old Feng closed the distance to Chen Feng as his speed increased: 500 meters... meters... 300 meters... 20 meters... 50 meters. Perfect. He had reached the effective range for magical attack!

Old Feng rejoiced internally. He held his staff high. He was confident that with his magic launched from this distance, he would certainly obstruct the youth’s flight. Just a momentary obstruction was all he needed for the other three behind him to catch up, thus achieving their goal of a pincer movement.

The magic blade on the staff had just formed when the youth, less than fifty meters away, suddenly burst forward, instantly putting nearly a hundred meters between them.

"Damn... is this guy a Wind Magus or a Dou Shi!" Old Feng roared in frustration.

Being thoroughly outpaced by the esteemed fifth-rank Wind Magus explained why he was shouting so furiously.

Chen Feng ignored Old Feng’s curses from behind; his speed, greatly amplified by the Surge, allowed him to close the gap on the fleeing figures ahead rapidly.

The figure ahead, clad in a white magic robe, held Uncle Wen tucked under one arm while flying rapidly through the air. He glanced back, and his face was instantly replaced by shock; Chen Feng’s speed from behind was incredible. If this continued, he would be caught in less than thirty seconds.

However, he showed no panic. A slow smile curled his lips, and with a sudden stiffening of his body, he plunged downward like a meteor.

Chen Feng saw him flash downward and slip into a courtyard below, and without hesitation, he dove after him.

The moment his feet touched the ground, an uneasy feeling struck him. The air felt magically sealed, instantly manifesting a dense web of trip-wire magical light beams.

Even without looking, Chen Feng knew it was a containment formation, just like the one Fai Non had set up last time—one you could enter but not leave. Flying upward would certainly lead to a dead end. It seemed the enemy had deliberately lured him here.

Understanding this, Chen Feng felt no tension; rather, his previous worry dissipated. Since this was an enemy’s prepared trap, there must be many hidden ambushes here. Rushing in impulsively would certainly trigger them.

He calmed his mind and stood still.

The Surge state only lasted for one minute, and its time was almost up. Although his cultivation had reached the Dou Shi level, one Surge wouldn't drain all the energy from his Qi vortexes, but there would inevitably be a brief period of fatigue afterward.

He casually took out an Energy Potion and poured it down his throat.

With danger imminent, even the most precious elixir had to be used.

The potion entered his mouth, and Chen Feng used the remaining moments of the Surge to fully absorb all the energy.

"It seems consuming Energy Potions while Surging allows for much faster digestion," Chen Feng sensed his energy rapidly replenishing. As the Surge ended, his body seemed to return to its optimal state.

His body now filled with renewed strength, Chen Feng finally took in his surroundings. It was a courtyard typical of a manor, surrounded by low bluestone walls, with large trees growing near the corners. Behind him was a small artificial lake featuring soaring rockeries and glimmering giant stones.

"This place is far too simple to hide a person," Chen Feng realized the complexity of the environment immediately.

"Whoosh, whoosh..." A series of sharp, piercing sounds tore through the air, and the sound of hundreds of crossbow bolts instantly materialized around him.

Chen Feng pushed off the ground—

His body transformed into an afterimage, shooting seven or eight meters forward, simultaneously ducking behind a low wall.

"Clang, clang, clang..." The spot where Chen Feng had been standing moments before was instantly blanketed by a layer of feathered arrows.

"The Levef family has truly spared no expense. Just this single volley of arrows likely requires several hundred fighters at least above the fourth rank," Chen Feng judged the opponent's strength based on the force of the incoming shafts.

"Indeed, your strength is beyond my expectations and calculations," a voice drifted from behind the low wall Chen Feng was sheltering behind. Turning back, Chen Feng’s face instantly darkened to the color of stagnant water.

Hariff walked slowly forward, flanked by an elder. Behind the elder followed a host of mages; judging only by their insignia, none present possessed a cultivation level lower than Magus.

"Hariff Levef!" Chen Feng gritted his teeth, his eyes blazing with intense hatred. It was this thin, short man clad in dark grey magic robes who had brought him endless humiliation.

When enemies meet, their eyes burn red. Chen Feng paid no heed to the people surrounding Hariff; he stamped his foot hard on the ground, launching himself forward like an eagle.

Just then, two figures suddenly lunged out from the flank, their fists imbued with Dou Qi simultaneously thrust toward Chen Feng. Even before they arrived, the intense pressure made Chen Feng, caught between them, feel suffocated.

"Fifth-rank Dou Shi!" Chen Feng instantly assessed the sheer power of those who had attempted to ambush him.

Chen Feng knew that a direct confrontation with two fifth-rank Dou Shis was suicide. He dared not slacken. He straightened his body, deployed his Sky Dance technique, and shot straight up one meter, narrowly avoiding the frontal assault of the pair.

The defensive layer in the air was at least ten meters off the ground, so Chen Feng’s movement didn't touch it.

"*Phoenix Dance, Qi Vortex Power 68%," he hissed in a low voice, instantly unleashing the greatest power of his Mimicry Attack.

At that moment, Chen Feng’s body twisted together, spinning like a gyroscope. A powerful sphere of flame immediately erupted around his body, growing increasingly fierce in the air to form a fireball.

The two attacking fifth-rank Dou Shis, before their fists could even brush against the fireball, were snatched away by an immense, irresistible attractive force, held firmly fixed upon Chen Feng’s rotating flames.

Thus, everyone witnessed a strange scene: the two fifth-rank Dou Shis seemed frozen in mid-air as if captured in a photograph, emitting agonizing screams of "Ah..." under the burning purple flames. In a few moments, both were incinerated to ash!

"What a formidable Dou Technique; it's at least Human-rank High-grade!" an elder beside Hariff narrowed his eyes and uttered this assessment.

"Human-rank High-grade?" A collective sharp intake of breath came from behind the elder.

Once one reached the Dou Shi realm, they could cultivate Dou Techniques, but such techniques were extremely rare. Those who obtained them were invariably major powers or ancient families. When Grieff fought Chen Feng previously, merely obtaining a Tiger Roar Fist, a Earth-rank Mid-grade Dou Technique, led him to treat it as a priceless treasure, carrying the manual with him and refusing to discard it easily—this demonstrated the scarcity of Dou Techniques.

Therefore, when the onlookers heard that this youth possessed a Human-rank High-grade Dou Technique, their eyes filled with astonishment and greed.

Having turned into flame and destroyed the two fifth-rank Dou Shis, Chen Feng straightened up and lunged toward Hariff, who was not far ahead.

"Seeking death!" Hariff roared coldly, and instantly an earthen wall formed before him. This wall was compressed by magic power in an instant, transforming into a massive, flat stone slab that barred Chen Feng’s path.

The force of Chen Feng's downward rush was completely blocked by the stone wall.

"Break!" Chen Feng grunted, his muscles coiling as if he were a spring compressed to its limit, before exploding outward. An immense, unparalleled force accompanied Chen Feng’s fist as he hammered against the giant stone.

The elder smiled faintly upon seeing Hariff cast this spell: "Patriarch Hariff even used a fifth-rank spell. It’s unnecessary; having one Human-rank High-grade Dou Technique is already remarkable. I refuse to believe he possesses a second one... Ah, what..."

As the elder cried out in alarm, a crisp "Crack, crack..." sound resonated, and dense cracks began to spiderweb across the stone wall.

Hariff's pupils contracted sharply. This was his strongest defensive magic, the fifth-rank spell—Stone Wall Art. Such a formidable magic could not withstand a single punch from the opponent!

"At least... at least it’s a Human-rank Mid-grade Dou Technique..." The elder could hardly believe his eyes. To shatter this magical wall with one punch, it was absolutely impossible without a Dou Technique of at least Human-rank Mid-grade!

"He possesses two Dou Techniques of Human-rank Mid-grade or higher alone... How is that possible!" The elder stood frozen on the spot.

After cracking the stone wall with one punch, Chen Feng flipped around, landing on the ground. A cluster of purple flame ignited in his left palm, his right hand extended forward, and suddenly his left hand emitted a blinding white light. A torrent of purple fire dragons surged forth from his body!

*One Hundred and Eight Forms: Snake Pheasant!

"Earth-rank... Mid-grade Dou Technique..." Upon witnessing this, the elder instantly petrified on the spot.

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