The Art of Chaotic Divinity

"This guy's actually pretty good."

Down below, the green-robed girl's eyes lit up. A trace of surprise flashed across her face as she murmured to herself, "No wonder he's so confident. Still, he's nowhere near Linghu Yudao."

Meanwhile, Xu Zhongda and the others who had been waiting to see Ling Feng humiliated all clenched their jaws. They hadn't expected that despite his low cultivation level, this young general would be so powerful!

"Hmph.It's just one win. With that level of strength, becoming the King of a Hundred Battles is still far out of reach!"

Xu Zhongda gave a cold snort. Ling Feng had boasted that he would claim the title of King of a Hundred Battles. Now that he had only won his first match, there was nothing impressive about it.

In the corner of the viewing platform, Linghu Yudao, who had just sighed about the loneliness of invincibility, allowed a faint smile to appear on his lips. In a quiet voice, he said, "Interesting."

The judge stood frozen in place for a long while before finally recovering. He swallowed hard, then announced in a somewhat stiff voice, "First round of the Hundred-Man Challenge. Victory goes to Ling Feng!"

Ling Feng stood with his hands behind his back. His composure was calm and steady, like a divine sword that had been quietly sharpened for ages, now gleaming with unstoppable ambition.

When unsheathed, it would cause even heaven and earth to lose their color!

His lips moved slightly. In a voice just loud enough to be heard, he said, "Next!"

The judge took a deep breath, pulled out the roster, and called out, "Second match. Ranked one hundred and seven on the Hundred Battles Ranking, Yun Huang."

Yun Huang was a woman in her early thirties, with decent looks and a rather curvaceous figure. There was a subtle seductiveness in her manner, likely related to the martial art she cultivated. Her strength was similar to Liu Zongyuan's, roughly at the seventh level of the Spiritual Element Realm.

"Watch closely this time. I want to see exactly how that Ling Feng makes his move."

The experts on the Hundred Battles Ranking all sat up straight. Since Yun Huang was comparable in strength to Liu Zongyuan, she likely wouldn't be able to defeat Ling Feng either.

Yun Huang stepped forward with composure and placed a high-tier earth-grade martial skill onto the platform. While it wasn't considered precious, it certainly wasn't cheap either.

"Please go easy on me, General Ling. I don't like pain."

After witnessing the earlier fight, Yun Huang had grown quite wary of Ling Feng. She made no attempt to hide her caution. Her red lips parted slightly, and the moment she spoke, her voice contained a charm-based technique meant to cloud the mind before delivering a fatal strike.

In reality, the battle had already begun the moment she opened her mouth.

Ling Feng remained unmoved. He had once confronted Hai Lingxiang, the Lin Demon Clan's princess with her innate bewitching physique. Even she had failed to shake his resolve. This woman was no threat at all.

"Off you go," Ling Feng said calmly and made a casual gesture. Find this сhаptеr's sоurсе оn МV-LЕМ-РYR.

Yun Huang immediately tensed. An invisible pressure swept over her, and in the blink of an eye, her body shuddered. She was flung off the stage and landed neatly outside the arena.

His control over his strength was even more precise than when he had struck down Liu Zongyuan. The technique drew even more attention.

"That was sword force!" someone in the audience exclaimed.

Tie Wushuang's eyelid twitched. A glint of fighting spirit appeared in his eyes for a split second before vanishing. "Sword force may be strong, but it's useless against me."

"So it was sword force after all!"

The experts in the viewing stands finally understood. Shock filled their expressions. For someone of Ling Feng's age to have grasped sword force was incredibly rare.

"Next."

Ling Feng remained calm. Revealing just a hint of sword force was nothing. He still had many trump cards to play. Before this challenge was over, he would make these arrogant ranking elites understand who the true king really was!

Even the judge, who had previously shown only indifference, now carried a faint look of surprise.

"Third match, Yu Wanting."

Swoosh!

A graceful figure leapt onto the stage as soon as the judge finished speaking.

Yu Wanting stepped forward and tossed out a piece of sky-grade ore. He gripped his longsword tightly, gave Ling Feng a respectful swordsman's salute, and said with a solemn expression, "Please give me your guidance!"

Having witnessed Ling Feng instantly defeat two ranking elites, he had already discarded all pride. He was going to give it everything he had.

"Ten Thousand Blades, Sever the Peaks!"

Yu Wanting poured all his strength into his attack. His sword aura surged while his soul manifestation exploded behind him, carrying a force like a tidal wave.

Ling Feng simply smiled and stepped forward. His palm moved casually.

A low hum echoed.

Yu Wanting's face turned pale. A powerful and irresistible force swept across the arena, slamming into him and knocking him cleanly off the stage.

He landed steadily, then looked back at Ling Feng. After taking a deep breath, he clasped his fists and said loudly, "Thank you for going easy on me!"

With that, he turned and left, not staying to watch the rest.

"Incredible!"

This time, not only the ordinary martial artists but even those ranked within the top fifty on the Hundred Battles Ranking couldn't help but mutter their praise.

General Weiyuan Ling Feng truly had the strength to match his reputation.

Far in the distance, within the VIP seating area on the high platform, Li Qing and Wang Meng both narrowed their eyes.

Three matches, three consecutive victories, and every single one had been settled in a single move. Ling Feng had not even used a martial skill. Every win had come effortlessly.

This youth was far more monstrous than they had imagined.

"Damn it. This guy doesn't look like some green rookie fresh out of the academy at all."

Li Qing frowned deeply. He had wanted to see Ling Feng humiliated, but now he was watching him steal the spotlight instead.

"Judging from this, maybe he really does have the right to be arrogant. But he won't stay cocky for long."

Wang Meng gave a cold snort. His eyes stayed fixed on the arena. So far, Ling Feng's strength was still within a range he could handle.

On the other hand, Su Dongling's expression had become much more animated. A gleam of clarity shone in his eyes.This brat really is a little monster!

Down below, Tie Wushuang's gaze once again flickered with fighting spirit, though it quickly gave way to disdain.

"If that's all he's got, he won't last a moment against me."

Ling Feng stood still and composed. His voice remained calm.

"Next."

"Fourth match..."

The opponent was a man at the eighth level of the Spiritual Element Realm. Ling Feng merely raised his hand slightly and said softly, "Off you go."

That man was instantly swept away by a force he could not resist and was ruthlessly thrown from the stage.

"Fifth match..."

"Sixth match..."

"Seventh match..."

...

"Thirty-third match..."

Thirty-three matches in a row. Every opponent had been defeated in a single move. Without exception.

At that point, Ling Feng resembled a second Linghu Yudao. Each fight ended with just one strike.

"This Ling Feng is way stronger than I expected!"

"You think he's really going to complete the entire Hundred-Man Challenge like Linghu Yudao, all with one move each?"

"Dream on. With his cultivation level, he'll be lucky to get fifty wins."

"I'm guessing he can go eighty matches before he stops."

"Don't jump to conclusions. The strength of the opponents doesn't ramp up significantly until after match sixty. That's when the real monsters begin to show up."

"Even if he only makes it to sixty, that's still enough to prove he's no ordinary rookie."

The old-timers of Tianmang Fortress all nodded in agreement. Indeed, based on Ling Feng's current performance, most of them already felt inferior.