"Slap, slap!" Just as their lips were about to meet, a sound came from not far away. "I hope I'm not interrupting you two!" A calm voice drifted over from nearby.

Although Chen Feng's vigilance had lowered due to the emotional intensity, the fact that the other party could approach so closely without him noticing demonstrated his profound cultivation. The newcomer was a dark-faced man around thirty, slightly thin, with a pair of sword-like eyebrows slanted sharply upward, pointing directly at the sky.

"Who are you?" Chen Feng asked. There were only about a hundred participants in the competition.

Having competed together for over a day, he had an impression of everyone, but Chen Feng was certain this man was not among them. "Heh heh, you don't need to know who I am.

Just know that I mean no harm!" the sword-browed man said with a smile. Chen Feng responded coldly, "This is the competition venue for the Five Ultimates Grand Competition, a highly confidential location.

The fact that you can enter—if you claim to mean no harm, who would believe you!" "Heh heh, Brother Chen Feng's insight is indeed sharp. But you don't need to pry information from me.

I have my own means to arrive here. My only purpose in seeking you out now is to propose a trade!" the sword-browed man continued.

"Not interested!" Chen Feng stated flatly. Offering courtesies for no reason must hide evil intentions.

Coming here to propose a deal—if there wasn't some sinister plot, it would be unbelievable. "Brother Chen Feng has been stealing the spotlight in this competition.

When I passed by earlier, I noticed the remaining contestants have already divided into three large groups to search the entire island. Once they find traces of you, they plan to unite and attack.

They've already conferred about eliminating you before resuming their individual contests! Even if Brother Chen Feng can fight a hundred opponents alone with infinite power, four fists are no match for four hands.

Furthermore, this place suppresses cultivation levels. Relying solely on your Ninth-Level Battle Venerable strength, you might not be able to handle all the contestants, right?" the sword-browed man said with a smile, "Besides, even if Brother Chen Feng fears no one else, aren't you worried about the safety of the beautiful Miss Lingfeng by your side?" "State your terms!" Chen Feng glanced at Lingfeng, realizing the man had found his weak point, and spoke.

With his cultivation suppressed, being surrounded by over a hundred people of equal strength was certainly not an easy situation. He possessed the God-level physique, but Lingfeng did not.

There was no guarantee she wouldn't suffer harm. "Straightforward, I like that!" the sword-browed man chuckled.

"It's actually quite simple. We have forty-seven people here in total, and we possess a method to bypass the restrictions here.

We can help you fend off these attackers, and after we leave, you can destroy the Tiger Domain. All you need to do is agree to one simple condition from us!" "Destroy the Tiger Domain?

Hmph, what a grand boast!" Chen Feng let out a cold snort. "Although the Golden Profound Tiger of the Tiger Domain possesses God-level cultivation, our leader doesn't take it seriously.

Since we dare to make this promise, we naturally have the means to fulfill it!" the sword-browed man said with a smile. "How about it, consider it?" "Heh heh..." Chen Feng laughed.

Seeing him laugh, the sword-browed man's eyes lit up, ready to discuss further, but then he saw Chen Feng take Lingfeng's hand and say lightly, "Let's go!" He turned and walked forward, ignoring the sword-browed man. The sword-browed man was stunned.

He hadn't expected such a direct rejection; Chen Feng just turned and left, leaving him momentarily taken aback. "Don't you want to hear the condition you must agree to?" "Not interested!" Chen Feng's voice carried back.

The sword-browed man's figure flickered, becoming ghost-like, and he reappeared not far in front of Chen Feng, saying, "Your condition is very simple: surrender your slot for the Profound Heaven Illustrated Manual!" The corner of Chen Feng's mouth curled up: "I already possess a Profound Heaven Illustrated Manual. This slot is dispensable to me.

Trading something dispensable for such immense benefit is quite a bargain! However...

I still refuse!" The sword-browed man seemed to have anticipated this. He said, "It seems Brother Chen Feng still doubts our strength.

How about this—I shall make an overestimation of myself and spar with Brother Chen Feng, so you can understand our power!" With that, his two sword-like eyebrows suddenly stood erect, and his eyes immediately turned crimson. A vast, unparalleled aura surged forth like a collapsing mountain range.

Chen Feng paid him no mind, whispering something into Lingfeng's ear. Lingfeng frowned, seemingly unconvinced.

"You should move far away. The force of our fight might be too great and affect you!" Chen Feng suddenly said loudly.

Lingfeng nodded, leaped away like a shooting star, and instantly vanished without a trace. "Do you really need to go that far?" the sword-browed man smiled, not hesitating, and looked at Chen Feng.

"Are you ready?" "Begin!" Chen Feng said, his muscles cracking audibly. He threw a Dark Hook Hand strike towards the man.

"Good, opening with a Heaven-rank Battle Skill! You really think highly of me!" the sword-browed man scoffed, then lunged forward violently, moving like lightning, already evading the Dark Hook Hand's pursuit and pouncing towards Chen Feng.

Instantly, the two clashed into battle. Chen Feng did not use the power of his True Body.

Relying solely on his suppressed cultivation, he unleashed various Fist Sovereign techniques, managing to thwart several of the sword-browed man's attacks... The imposing aura and sweeping domains of the two transformed the surroundings into a desolate wasteland due to their fierce battle.

"Excellent, worthy of being the champion of the Five Ultimates Grand Competition; you indeed possess unique power!" the sword-browed man roared with laughter. "However, my cultivation is only considered the weakest among our organization.

Even if I win, it only proves my own low cultivation, not that our faction is inferior!" "It seems your faction is quite substantial," Chen Feng inquired. "So, are you interested now?" the sword-browed man asked again.

"Interested or not depends on your performance!" Chen Feng replied, then stomped hard on the ground, instantly accelerating to a speed fully double what it was moments before. The sword-browed man was startled.

A layer of grayish-green light suddenly appeared on his body, instantly doubling his own speed. "Sacred Domain Speed?

Heh heh!" Chen Feng laughed, finally grasping the crux of the matter. He suddenly shouted, "Do you only know how to run?" "Heh heh, being able to run is a skill.

If you can catch me, I concede defeat!" the sword-browed man said with a grin. He had absolute confidence in his speed.

Of course, he also knew Chen Feng was fast, but with his cultivation suppressed to the level of a Ninth-Level Battle Venerable, how fast could he truly be? He possessed a method to bypass the restriction; breaking the restriction meant accessing Sacred Domain cultivation.

If he couldn't match the speed of a mere Ninth-Level Battle Venerable using his Sacred Domain speed, then the heavens would be unjust. "Is that so?

Then let me show you my speed!" Chen Feng sneered, his figure flickering, and he vanished from his original spot in an instant. The sword-browed man thought his opponent was accelerating to catch up.

He pushed the power within his body to the maximum and charged forward violently. However, after running less than a hundred meters, he immediately sensed something was wrong.

He turned around to look, but Chen Feng's trace was nowhere to be seen. "Huh, where did he go?" He started, alarmed.

His mental perception immediately swept backward, but the rear was utterly empty; not even a ghost of a shadow remained. "He must be waiting nearby to ambush me!" the sword-browed man's heart sank.

His eyes darted around nervously, refusing to relax in the slightest. Whoosh...

A rush of wind howled from the side forest. The sword-browed man spun around sharply only to find it was just a bird-beast flying past.

Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief. "Did he leave?

Impossible..." He turned nervously a few times but found no figure, starting to feel confused. "With such favorable terms, he should have agreed.

Why refuse, and why flee during our spar?" "No, he must still be lurking nearby, waiting for a chance to attack me!" He reaffirmed this belief. He noticed a massive boulder not far away and walked toward it, leaning his back against it.

With his back against the rock, even if someone approached from behind, they couldn't launch a sneak attack. After seven or eight minutes of tense waiting, he suddenly heard a violent wind roar overhead, and a dark silhouette dove straight down from the sky.

"Not good!" the sword-browed man roared, his body suddenly contracting. All the strength in his body gathered at his waist.

His fist shot upward violently, and his body leaped forward! This maneuver was indeed the best method for emergency response in the face of sudden danger; an attacker from above would first seek to avoid the sharpest point before plotting further, which would grant him a gap to escape.

However, this move was used against the wrong target. Before the sword-browed man's arm could fully extend, he felt a sudden softness, followed by a series of crunching sounds—crack, crack, crack—the sound of his arm bones being pulverized by the opponent's potent strike.

Immediately after, his neck tightened, and he was lifted up directly. "Hmph, playing tricks with me, you are not yet qualified!" Chen Feng stared down at him coldly.

"What trick? Is this how Brother Chen Feng treats those who sincerely wish to cooperate with you?" the sword-browed man glared back, his eyes showing no fear.

"Cooperate? Heh heh, I'm afraid your goal wasn't to make a trade with me, but to stall me!" Chen Feng sneered coldly.

"What did you say?" The sword-browed man's face immediately turned deathly pale with fright. Just then, shouts were heard from the surroundings.

A crowd of people suddenly leaped out from where they were hidden, each carrying a corpse. They flung the bodies over, which piled up on the ground.

Seeing the corpses, the sword-browed man's expression shifted between shades of grey and white for a long time. After a while, he suddenly let out a long sigh.

"It seems I couldn't escape your notice after all!" "Hmph, the plan was to stall me here so your remaining people could eliminate the other competition participants one by one, and then frame me for it. If I couldn't see through such a low-level scheme, I really would be a fool!" Chen Feng said coldly.

"Your strength is formidable, and we dared not gamble on whether these restrictions could suppress you, so we devised this method. Earlier, regardless of whether you agreed to our terms, as long as I delayed you for half an hour, our people would have completely wiped out all these contestants!

Once everyone was dead, whether you killed them or not, you would have offended the powers behind them, and you yourself would certainly be embroiled in trouble, ultimately leading to your death!" The sword-browed man, seeing his plan exposed, no longer concealed it and spoke frankly. (To be continued.

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