Chapter One Hundred: Battle

Liu Feng’s palm struck squarely against the halberd.

Clang!

The deafening crash rang out like metal on metal. Sun Sheng’s body swayed from the impact, and he staggered back two steps.

“Brat, who are you to meddle in this?” Sun Sheng fixed Liu Feng with a dark look. He had intended to subdue the white-robed young man swiftly, never expecting anyone to stop him.

“Big brother, they beat up my men yesterday too. Deal with him as well,” the fat man said from the side.

“Oh? So that is how it is. In that case, you’ve also offended my brother, and I cannot let you go.” As soon as the words left him, Sun Sheng gripped his halberd with both hands and brought it down in a mighty cleave.

At once, a vast and razor-sharp blade of halberd light burst forth, like a shocking divine radiance, streaking straight at Liu Feng.

Liu Feng clenched his right hand into a fist, and a dazzling golden brilliance surged up, forming a huge fist-shadow.

He drove his right fist forward. The berserk force, like waves crashing against the shore, surged toward Sun Sheng’s halberd.

Bang!

The golden fist-shadow and the enormous halberd light collided, erupting with a thunderous blast. The two forces held each other in stalemate for a breath, then exploded with a boom and vanished together into the air.

Liu Feng’s fist then slammed into Sun Sheng’s halberd.

With a ringing clang of metal on metal, a ferocious force burst outward like a volcanic eruption, spreading in all directions and smashing the tables and chairs on the first floor into pieces. Even the other diners were shaken backward again and again, and the whole place descended into chaos.

Meanwhile, the white-robed young man and Feng Zhuo were also colliding repeatedly. Their powers surged like sea and tide, battering the air with booming roars, as if space itself might be shattered. The spectacle was terrifyingly imposing.

“Brat, I never expected you to have some skill. No wonder you’re so arrogant,” Feng Zhuo said in surprise upon discovering that the white-robed young man could actually match him.

“You’ve boasted so much, yet you still haven’t done anything to me,” the white-robed young man replied coolly.

“Brat, you’re courting death!” Enraged by the disdain in those words, Feng Zhuo doubled his force, now unleashing ninety percent of his strength.

Instantly, the wind of his fists howled, violent gales scattered in all directions, and the air around them rumbled like thunder.

The white-robed young man immediately felt the pressure mounting. His expression turned grave.

“Soaring Swan Spear Art!” the white-robed young man shouted, and a long cyan spear appeared in his hand. Holding it, he lunged toward Feng Zhuo.

At once, a streak of cyan spear light burst from the spear tip like a flash of radiance cutting across the sky, reaching Feng Zhuo’s face in an instant.

“Surging Tide Palm!” Feng Zhuo’s eyes flashed coldly as he watched the spear light strike. He thrust both palms forward at speed, and a torrent of violent force, like waves battering the shore, surged out in layers, meeting the cyan spear light head-on.

Bang bang bang!

The cyan spear light pierced through one after another of the palm shadows, and finally exploded before Feng Zhuo, failing to injure him in the slightest.

But before Feng Zhuo could even breathe a sigh of relief, he saw a blinding ray of light surging toward him, like a streak of flowing brilliance tearing through the firmament.

“Not good!”

He had not expected the white-robed young man’s spear technique to be so fierce. By the time he tried to counter, he was already too late. He had no choice but to stamp back and retreat rapidly, choosing to yield the advantage for the moment.

The white-robed young man pressed his advantage without mercy. Seeing Feng Zhuo fall back, he strode forward in great steps and thrust again with incredible speed. The spear light, like a heaven-shaking radiance, shot straight at Feng Zhuo’s chest.

“Surging Tide Palm, Second Form: Waves Crashing on the Shore!” Feng Zhuo roared and struck out with both palms in rapid succession.

At once, berserk power erupted from his palms. Like great waves pounding the coast, layer upon layer of force rolled forward and swept outward.

Bang bang bang!

The clash of true essence rang out again and again. Explosions echoed continuously as the wild energy spread in all directions, smashing the tables and chairs on the first floor into splinters. Even the floor itself was battered until a huge deep crater appeared.

“Splitting-Sky Halberd Art!” Sun Sheng, unable to defeat Liu Feng after a long struggle, suddenly roared and spun his halberd like lightning.

In an instant, the halberd seemed to become a silver dragon crossing the heavens, stabbing, piercing, cleaving, and slashing around Liu Feng without pause. The silver halberd light was as sharp as a divine beam descending from the heavens, slicing the air with hissing shrieks. Its momentum was so fierce it seemed capable of splitting space itself.

“Ten Strikes of Ruin!” Liu Feng, seeing that relentless halberd light like a divine dragon traversing the sky, unleashed his own trump card.

With a fierce cry, dazzling golden light burst from his body, and he looked like a war god clad in gold armor, radiating an unmatched and fearless aura.

Liu Feng hammered out with both fists in rapid succession. Like two golden grinding discs, they carried a savage intent of shattering and destruction, relentlessly crushing down upon the silver halberd.

Clang clang clang!

The sharp sounds of violent metal impacts rang out incessantly, while turbulent true qi kept spreading and blasting outward in all directions. The ground was hammered into one deep crater after another, the force so violent it seemed to split mountains and crack the earth.

On the final blow, golden light exploded from Liu Feng’s fist as though it had ignited. With peerless, tyrannical force, he smashed hard into the silver halberd, blasting it apart with a thunderous crack. The golden fist did not slow, and struck heavily against Sun Sheng’s body.

Sun Sheng was sent flying through the air, crashing through five or six walls in succession before slamming heavily to the ground. He spat out more than ten mouthfuls of blood, and his face turned pale as a corpse.

Liu Feng no longer looked at Sun Sheng. Instead, he turned his gaze to the white-robed young man and Feng Zhuo.

By then, blood had already begun to trickle from the white-robed young man’s lips. His movements had slowed, and even the edge of his spear was no longer as sharp as before.

Feng Zhuo’s injuries were certainly no lighter. His clothes were stained with patches of blood, each mark the result of skin torn by spear thrusts. His footing had become unsteady, and even the fists he kept tightly clenched were trembling faintly.

It was clear that both men had exhausted their strength and true qi to the limit. If they were still fighting now, it was only because of an astonishing stubbornness and an unwillingness to yield.

“Heaven-Shaking Rainbow!” The white-robed young man shouted in fury and used his final strength.

At once, the long spear in his hand seemed to transform into a streak of flowing light, piercing straight toward Feng Zhuo.

“Eternal Surging Tide!” Feng Zhuo cried inwardly, pouring all the true qi in his body into his palms.

Immediately, countless palm shadows erupted from his hands and slammed toward the white-robed young man. In the midst of those strikes lay an boundless, ancient force, as though it could assault the ages themselves.

Rumble!

Palm and spear collided, unleashing a thunderous roar. The vast power swept outward like a volcanic eruption.

The eastern wall of the first floor was instantly blasted open by a huge hole, and even the rooms on the second floor creaked and groaned, as though they might collapse at any moment.

The two figures were both sent flying to opposite sides by the shock, before crashing to the ground.