The Art of Chaotic Divinity

At that moment, a battle was still underway in the Hundred Battles Arena. Ling Feng simply found a quiet corner and took a seat.

Surrounded by the roar and chaos of the crowd, he could feel the heat rising in his blood.

He longed for a fight. He longed for a worthy opponent.

He longed to grow stronger!

Just then, a figure dressed in green moved lightly across the space and sat down a short distance from him.

"You're Ling Feng?"

The speaker was a young woman, sharp-eyed and striking. She wore light green leather armor, her long black hair tied into a high ponytail.

"That's me. Do you know me?"

Ling Feng raised his gaze to the young woman.

The thick-bladed greatsword at her hip swayed with each thunderous step, her proud bearing and piercing gaze radiating martial prowess.

Her face was fair and clean, brows graceful as distant mountains. Her presence seemed ethereal and clear.

Strength and softness coexisted in her, creating a unique and captivating charm.

Ling Feng's eyes flashed with brief surprise before returning to calm.

The girl seemed slightly intrigued by his reaction. Few people stayed this composed after meeting her.

"You made such a loud challenge to Linghu Yudao. At this point, I doubt anyone in Tianmang Fortress doesn't know your name."

She curled her lip and spoke with a light, indifferent tone.

"Ugh..."

Ling Feng rubbed the bridge of his nose. "I haven't asked for your name yet."

"What, planning to chase after me?" she said boldly, laughing out loud.

Ling Feng rolled his eyes and answered, now a little colder, "Sorry, that's not on my mind."

"Oh?So that means you might think about it later?" she teased with a giggle.

"..."

Ling Feng's expression stiffened. He quietly shifted a little farther away, clearly uninterested in continuing the conversation.

"You're no fun at all."

She pouted and glared at him, as if he had wronged her. Anyone passing by might have thought Ling Feng had done something terrible to her.

He sat where he was, staring straight ahead, completely ignoring her.

"Hmph. I bet you're scared now that the fight's near. That's it, right?"

Ling Feng stayed silent.

She continued pestering him for a good fifteen minutes, but not once did he respond.

Finally, she gave up.

"You're such a blockhead. You should just change your name to Ling the Blockhead."

With one last glare, she threw her hands behind her back and walked a few steps away from him.

"So random."

Ling Feng shrugged and quickly pushed the strange, quirky girl out of his mind. He turned his full attention back to the arena.

What he didn't know was that over in the VIP seats, Sun Boce's face had noticeably changed when he saw the girl take a seat near Ling Feng.

Li Qing and Wang Meng were in the middle of mocking Ling Feng's ambitions when they noticed the expression on Sun Boce's face.

"Adviser Sun, is something wrong?" Li Qing asked with curiosity.

"It's nothing. Just remembered something minor."

Sun Boce wiped the sweat from his forehead, but inside, his thoughts were racing.

Why is the young mistress here? Looks like I'll need to report this to the commander-in-chief the moment this match ends.

...

Back in the Hundred Battles Arena.

A bestial roar tore through the air, drawing Ling Feng's attention to the stage.

A towering, rugged man stood at the center of the ring. His wild black hair whipped in the wind, and the raw ferocity radiating from his body was like that of a wild beast. Even from a distance, Ling Feng could feel the explosive power rolling off him.

It was a brute strength so pure it was almost unnatural. Martial artists with this kind of attribute were extremely rare.

"Tie Wushuang, ranked third on the Hundred Battles Ranking. Ninth level of the Spiritual Element Realm, yet capable of king-tier destruction!"

Ling Feng narrowed his eyes and pulled out a slim booklet. It listed the top ten names on the Hundred Battles Ranking and included their cultivation levels and combat power.

A valuable resource, no doubt arranged by that Zhao Dabiao fellow.

Ever since Ling Feng was granted some command over troops, Zhao Dabiao had thrown himself fully behind him. He had even requested a transfer to Ling Feng's unit to serve directly under him.

For now, though, Ling Feng had kept him in his original position. As an inside source, he was still useful for gathering intelligence.

Ling Feng quietly shut the booklet and looked back toward the stage with a hint of admiration in his eyes.

Tie Wushuang's physical strength allowed him to use less elemental qi than others. This made him far more suited for the kind of back-to-back duels that the Hundred Battles Arena demanded.

This was the strength of body refinement martial artists.

"Not bad!"

Ling Feng's eyes lit up with a trace of fighting spirit. He murmured to himself, "I wonder how he compares to Linghu Yudao."

"Hehe,he doesn't compare at all. Linghu Yudao beat him in a single move."

Without warning, the girl from before had sidled back up beside him, laughing softly.

"And you're sitting there reading outdated material when you've got a living encyclopedia right next to you?"

She crossed her arms, looking quite pleased with herself.

"Oh?" Ling Feng raised an eyebrow, a bit amused. He gave a faint smile and said, "Then I suppose I should ask you instead."

"Heehee,ask away! Since you're new here, I'll offer my guidance for free!"

"You just said Linghu Yudao defeated Iron Wushuang with one move?"

"That's right. When Linghu Yudao first came to the Hundred Battles Arena, he challenged a hundred opponents in a row. Every single fight ended with a single strike."

Her eyes lit up with excitement. "All one hundred. Not a single exception. It's become a legendary feat in the history of Tianmang Fortress."

Ling Feng didn't feel any fear at all. In fact, he felt even more eager to fight.

Now that was a proper opponent.

Still, winning one hundred matches in a row with a single move each time? This guy really knew how to put on a show.

But as much as he was showing off, he had clearly earned the right to do so.

There was a world of difference between fighting one match at a time and fighting them all in succession. Even for cultivators with incredible stamina, the fatigue from ten, twenty, or fifty consecutive fights could wear down both body and mind.

Yet Linghu Yudao had pulled it off. One hundred instant victories, all against opponents at the same level.

That was not easy.

A legend built on single strikes.

Ling Feng's lips curved into a faint smile.

I, Ling Feng, will be the one to end that legend!