Chapter 107: Liu Feng Takes Action

Liu Feng watched Zhao Jun approach and smiled, “You’re really lucky, passing the selection contest with hardly any effort.”

Zhao Bochao also wore a slight smile. “Not bad, you breezed through the selection easily.”

“There’s definitely some luck involved. At least I didn’t encounter any strong opponents,” Zhao Jun replied, clearly pleased.

As the three conversed, a new group ascended the arena. They didn’t rush to attack but remained vigilant, observing their surroundings closely.

Suddenly, one person struck out, sending an opponent flying with blood spraying from his mouth. Only then did the others spring into action.

They moved across the platform, searching for the perfect opportunity to strike. When it came, their attacks landed like thunderbolts.

“That swordsman is formidable—he’s already taken down five or six people in quick succession,” Zhao Jun remarked, impressed as he watched one fighter.

“The guy wielding that heavy halberd seems even stronger. He’s fighting off eight opponents at once and has already kicked two out of the arena within just a couple of moves,” Zhao Bochao said in admiration, eyeing the man with the silver weapon.

Liu Feng remained silent but focused intently on a bare-handed fighter. He watched as the man struck swiftly with both hands, knocking one opponent off the platform. Then with a sweeping kick, he sent another flying beyond the edge, crashing below.

Half an hour later, only ten remained on the arena floor.

“Bochao, be careful. Don’t lose by underestimating anyone in this selection,” Zhao Jun teased.

Liu Feng patted Zhao Bochao’s shoulder. “Don’t let your guard down. After all, this is where the geniuses gather.”

Zhao Bochao nodded solemnly. “Don’t worry, the selection won’t be my downfall.” With that, he stepped onto the arena.

“There’s Su Yu too. I’m curious just how strong he really is,” Zhao Jun thought, eyes fixed on the young man now standing in the ring.

The battles intensified. Zhao Bochao struck out repeatedly, dispatching opponent after opponent with ease.

“As expected, Bochao is strong. In just a short time, he’s eliminated six rivals. No wonder he’s a renowned talent in South City,” Zhao Jun said appreciatively.

“That youth called Su Yu seems incredibly powerful. In a short span, he’s taken down twelve opponents,” Liu Feng observed seriously, studying the unassuming young man.

Zhao Jun shifted his attention to Su Yu, noticing his lightning-fast strikes. Before opponents could react, Su Yu had already sent them tumbling from the arena.

“Though brash, this kid’s strength is undeniable,” Zhao Jun admitted with surprise. He hadn’t anticipated such power.

After another fifteen minutes, Zhao Bochao’s round concluded.

Su Yu was the standout, having personally eliminated forty contestants. Combined with Zhao Bochao’s twenty, the selection contest wrapped up swiftly.

“Well done. You performed impressively,” Zhao Jun said, clapping Zhao Bochao on the shoulder.

“Excellent showing,” Liu Feng smiled.

The selection continued on the arena, and an hour later, it was Liu Feng’s turn.

“Good luck!”

“Take them all down,” Zhao Bochao and Zhao Jun encouraged him.

Liu Feng nodded calmly and stepped onto the platform. Scanning the crowd, he sensed two or three individuals radiating intense energy—likely all above the third tier of the Yin-Yang Realm.

Suddenly, a fierce gust of wind rushed from behind him. Liu Feng spun around, slapping out with his right palm, colliding with a charging fist.

“Bang!” The muffled impact sent the attacker tumbling off the arena.

Spectators grew cautious as Liu Feng nonchalantly knocked an opponent off the platform.

Several others approached Liu Feng simultaneously, clearly aiming to eliminate this powerful threat.

Unfazed, Liu Feng formed a vertical palm blade, summoning a sharp blade of energy. He launched a swift assault on the encircling foes.

“Be careful, everyone. Let’s take him down together,” one challenger warned.

The group struck in unison, each unleashing a palm strike. Five or six fierce blasts crashed against Liu Feng’s palm blade.

“Bang!”

The blade met the striking palms with a deafening roar. The attackers felt a fierce, cutting force slam into them, their cries echoing as they fell one by one beyond the arena’s edge.

“Well, you’ve got some skill. Let me gauge your strength,” a tall, imposing youth stepped forward, eyes fixed on Liu Feng.

Liu Feng’s expression grew serious; he sensed a powerful energy emanating from the newcomer.

“Boom!” The tall youth pushed off the platform with his toes and charged at Liu Feng, forming a vertical palm blade. His strike, laced with a fierce wind, sliced fiercely toward Liu Feng’s face.

Liu Feng responded by forming a sword with his fingers, summoning a piercing sword aura. He thrust forward, aiming at the youth’s palm.

The blade clashed with the palm blade with a tremendous bang. The violent impact rippled outward like a volcanic eruption, sweeping nearby challengers off the platform.

Both Liu Feng and the tall youth staggered back a step.

“Not bad! You’re strong indeed. Now take this!” The youth’s aura surged.

He clenched his right fist tightly. A dazzling white light burst from his knuckles, accompanied by a violent force crashing like wild waves toward Liu Feng.

Liu Feng’s face darkened as he raised his palm blade again, slashing through the air with a sound like a blade tearing the sky.

Countless vibrating ripples of true energy wrapped his palm, forming a razor-sharp blade with a unique spatial fluctuation, aimed at intercepting the youth’s fist.

“Bang! Bang! Bang!” The resounding collisions continued. The youth’s fist hammered through wave after wave of blade energy like a massive hammer breaking stones.

At the last moment, Liu Feng’s palm blade accelerated, slicing cleanly into the youth’s fist.

The youth felt an overwhelming shockwave surge through his fist, uncontrollable and fierce. He was violently pushed back, tumbling off the arena below.