The Art of Chaotic Divinity

The next day, the much-anticipated challenge by General Weiyuan, Ling Feng, officially began.

Early in the morning, Ling Feng arrived at the Hundred Battles Arena surrounded by Li Bufan, Jiang Xiaofan, and several others.

The Hundred Battles Arena was located near the southern center of Tianmang Fortress. It had been carved out by several Human Emperor experts who guarded the fortress. They blasted a massive crater into the earth, which was then reinforced by skilled array and inscription masters to create a giant coliseum-style arena.

The entire arena was protected by a powerful array. Even the destructive force of a peak king-tier expert would not be enough to damage it. This allowed fighters inside to go all out without fear of harming the military encampment.

At the entrance, a few lean disciples of Tianmang Fortress stood guard. Each one was an expert sword wielder .

"If you want to enter and fight in the Hundred Battles Arena, you'll need to take a punch from me and remain standing."

Before they could enter, one of the guards stepped forward and blocked the path. His voice was mocking, his gaze filled with scorn.

"What kind of nonsense rule is that?"

Lu Qingshan immediately lost his temper. "Don't go too far!"

Ling Feng glanced at the scene and quickly understood. These experts from Tianmang Fortress were clearly trying to give him a warning.

"Go ahead."

Ling Feng raised a hand to calm the others, then stepped forward. He nodded politely at the Tianmang Fortress disciple and said, "Please, do show mercy."

"General Ling, I wouldn't dare to act like your equal!"

The guard sneered, clenched his fists, and let loose a surge of elemental force. Above his head, the image of a grey bear took form. His soul manifestation was a wild bear.

"Unyielding King Fist!"

With a shout, the guard threw a punch aimed directly at Ling Feng's face.

Boom!

The force of the punch howled through the air, crashing into Ling Feng's chest with tremendous power.

"Get lost!"

Ling Feng's left dipped, then his body erupted forward. The guard was sent flying from the rebound alone.

Blood sprayed from the guard's mouth as he crashed to the ground. He stared at Ling Feng, disbelief contorting his face. This was no ordinary sentry. The man ranked somewhere around the two hundredth position on the Hundred Battles Arena's leaderboard.

He had attacked with everything he had, yet not only had he failed to suppress Ling Feng, he had been overwhelmed by the counterforce. His blood was churning, and his tendons screamed in pain.

If Ling Feng had not held back, it would have been far worse than just coughing up blood.

"Am I qualified to enter now?"

Ling Feng looked at the other two guards with a hint of amusement in his eyes.

"Please, go ahead."

The two of them turned pale. Their leader had been tossed aside like a rag doll. They were not even close to Ling Feng's level.

Ling Feng gave a slight smile and stepped boldly into the arena.

Crackling sounds echoed as the arena gate opened. Ling Feng and the others passed through a narrow corridor.

The moment he stepped inside, it felt like he had entered another world.

A wave of roaring energy surged around him like a flood. The sensation lit a fire in Ling Feng's chest.

The arena could hold over three thousand people. Even though the border was still under threat from the demon race, the soldiers of Tianmang Fortress showed no loss of passion for the Hundred Battles Arena.

The overwhelming presence of powerful warriors made Ling Feng feel the weight of the fortress's strength.

Tianmang Fortress truly was a place filled with experts. Compared to it, the four major academies were like greenhouses. This was where real talent fought and grew stronger.

With so many elites gathered in one place, even Ling Feng felt his breathing quicken slightly.

The sounds of clashing weapons, the cheers of the crowd, and the focused expressions of the waiting challengers filled the space. Ling Feng's blood boiled. His battle spirit burned brightly.

As he entered, many of the soldiers waiting to challenge the arena turned their eyes toward him.

No one could believe that a mere twenty-year-old rookie wanted to challenge the top-ranked expert of the Hundred Battles Ranking.

Where did he get the courage?

Still, this so-called suicide mission had drawn immense attention.

Li Bufan and the others made their way to the stands, while Ling Feng walked alone into the center of the arena.

Under the gaze of thousands of elite geniuses from Tianmang Fortress, he stood alone with his sword, ready to face one hundred top-ranked experts.

A glint of light flashed in his eyes. Today, this arena would belong to him alone!

...

"Hehe,the brat finally showed up."

On the left side of the arena, there was a VIP section for generals to observe.

Only four people were seated there: Military Adviser Sun Boce, Generals Li Qing and Wang Meng, and the Empire's Top Poison Master, Su Dongling.

"His presence is hidden. He's concealing his strength."

Su Dongling narrowed his eyes. Compared to their last meeting in the imperial capital, Ling Feng gave off a completely different impression.

Back then, Ling Feng was like an unsheathed blade, full of ambition and raw power. Now, he was like a sword returned to its scabbard.

But once that sword was drawn, it would cut through everything in its path!

Sun Boce nodded slightly. "General Ling is under twenty, yet he led Tianwei Academy's sword team in a challenge against the Royal Sword Team and won. He clearly has remarkable talent."

Li Qing's expression darkened. "Adviser Sun, I'll admit the boy has some talent, but he's far too green."

"Exactly. So many people are gifted. But these flowers raised in greenhouses have never faced real life-and-death battles. They might have cultivation and technique, but they can't compare to seasoned warriors like us." Wang Meng's voice was full of resentment.

Both generals were clearly still holding a grudge from the incident at Yellow Dragon Ridge, when Ling Feng had completely ignored them.

"There's no shortage of talented people."

Su Dongling smiled faintly as he lifted his teacup. He too had heard of the Hundred Battles Arena. There was a fundamental difference between winning one hundred separate matches over time, versus defeating one hundred opponents consecutively.

Although he had a good impression of Ling Feng, he did not expect him to actually win one hundred matches in a row and seize the title of King of a Hundred Battles.

All he wanted was to see how many opponents this boy, who had caught his daughter's eye, could defeat.