Jin Ling saw Chen Feng act this way, showing no trace of disappointment, but instead smiled, as if asking if this gesture could secure a victory. The contempt in her words was thick.
“Is that so?” Chen Feng also offered a light smile, flicking his wrist. The “Meteorite” that had been in his hand flew towards Jin Ling.
Jin Ling didn't even spare it a glance. She retreated slightly, thrusting her right hand forward sharply. A beam of golden light shot out from her palm, instantly catching the incoming “Meteorite.”
“If I only possessed the strength of 6.4 million jin, I wouldn’t dare challenge you!” Jin Ling finished, letting out a sharp cry. With her right hand, she tossed the massive “Meteorite” high into the air. With a whoosh accompanied by a powerful gust of wind, it soared more than ten meters overhead!
“So… strong!” Lei Di, watching the spar from the observation platform nearby, felt cold sweat trace a path down his neck. He muttered, “Actually, winning all four rounds wasn't necessarily a good thing!”
“Hm?”
Long Yi sighed deeply and said, “The final match of the Five-All Competition isn't a direct confrontation—that wouldn't be troublesome enough. Instead, it’s… cultivating life from the brink of death!”
“Cultivating life from the brink of death?” Chen Feng looked slightly puzzled.
“Precisely. They will transport all contestants via a magic array to an entirely unfamiliar domain. Each person will be equipped with a badge, and the one who collects the most badges will have the highest ranking!”
Hearing this, Chen Feng couldn't help but laugh. How was this different from the [Death Race] during Ling Shi’s assessment?
“You are currently first in four of the trials. If you secure first place in the fifth as well, you will undeniably win that spot. But, as the finest timber in the forest, I worry other factions will unite to target you alone!” Long Yi voiced his concern.
Human envy is a powerful thing. Knowing they cannot attain something themselves, they don't want anyone else to have it—a common scenario. Having experienced the ways of the world, Long Yi understood this clearly.
“Unite against me? Hmph, if they dare to unite, it will only allow me to collect more badges!” Chen Feng let out a cold snort, a surge of boldness rushing through him.
Long Yi warned, “It’s not as simple as you imagine. Once inside that location, since the assessment is based on combat capability rather than sheer strength, the Fist Emperor has collaborated with hundreds of masters to set up a powerful restriction. Anyone participating will have their cultivation suppressed below the Saint Domain. This nullifies Lord Dragon God’s inherent advantage!”
“There’s a restriction, too?” Chen Feng heard this for the first time and lowered his head in thought. However, he soon started laughing again. “Suppressing cultivation? Heh heh. My strongest asset right now is my ** cultivation, which has nothing to do with the Dou Qi or Demonic Power they are suppressing!”
He kept his unspoken thought to himself, patted Long Yi’s shoulder, and declared, “I have my methods. Let’s go eat!”
With that, he fell in behind the others and flew out.
The dining area was located on another peak, not far from their lodgings, making the journey simple for those who could fly.
Due to the commencement of the Five-All Competition, the Fist Emperor had specially hired numerous chefs and constructed a massive building resembling a grand restaurant on this peak.
The people of the Dragon Domain followed Chen Feng and Long Yi into the structure, finding it already packed shoulder-to-shoulder.
Logically, with their cultivation levels reaching the Saint Domain and Dou Zun stages, they could easily go ten days to half a month without food. But they hadn't come here to be ascetics or solely to cultivate; when it was time to eat, they certainly ate their fill.
The Fist Emperor was clearly wealthy, with every table laden with delicious delicacies. No one knew where all the vegetables and meats had been transported from, but they were exquisitely tasty.
Chen Feng was sitting at a table with Long Yi, Xiao Hu, and others, just about to start eating, when Jin Ling walked over again.
“Get lost, you’re not welcome here!” Xiao Hu stood up, glaring fiercely at her.
“Who are you?” Jin Ling looked at Xiao Hu with undisguised disdain.
“It doesn't matter who I am. Go as far away as your thoughts can carry you!” Xiao Hu retorted.
Jin Ling’s face flushed crimson with anger: “You’re courting death! Before Lord Dragon God has even spoken, what right do you have to say anything?”
“What Xiao Hu says, is what I say!” Just as Jin Ling finished speaking, Chen Feng’s voice rang out flatly. ps: Should Xiao Hu push Jin Ling over? Those in favor, please raise your hands… Shame, shame, I am so pure… (To be continued. For future developments, please log in to www**m for more chapters, support the author, and support genuine reading!)
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