Chapter 43

Cui Zhenshan had been famous for a long time, while Chen Feng was previously considered a good-for-nothing. Recently, it was rumored that his strength had suddenly improved dramatically.

However, the majority still favored Cui Zhenshan. After all, many people had never seen Chen Feng’s performance and didn’t believe it was real.

"Since you’re so eager to reincarnate, I’ll grant your wish!"

Cui Zhenshan clenched his fists and grinned ferociously.

Sun Xin stood on the platform, shouting wildly, "Big Brother, kill Chen Feng! I want his life!"

"One more talkative than the other!"

Chen Feng said indifferently, then suddenly accelerated, charging towards Cui Zhenshan.

Cui Zhenshan roared, "Come on then!"

He gathered true qi in his hands and swung his fists to meet him.

Cui Zhenshan’s hands turned a deep green, with wood-like patterns appearing, looking as if they were carved from wood.

An elder flattered Elder Sun, "Brother Sun, you are truly a great teacher. Your disciple’s Green Wood Hand must be fully mastered, right?"

Elder Sun stroked his beard proudly and smiled, "Yes, Zhenshan’s Green Wood Hand was fully mastered half a month ago."

"His hands have completely lost their sense of pain, are as hard as fine steel, and have the characteristics of wood, allowing them to recover quickly. Even if half of his hand is cut off, it can grow back quickly."

He deliberately spoke loudly, and many disciples who heard this drew in a sharp breath, envying him immensely.

What a powerful Green Wood Hand!

Although the Green Wood Hand is only a first-grade Yellow-level martial technique, it is not weak in practice. When cultivated to its peak, its power is astonishing.

Sun Xin also practiced this, but his realm was far inferior to Cui Zhenshan’s.

Han Cong, upon hearing this, was somewhat worried, looking at Chen Feng with a hint of concern in his eyes.

Elder Sun glanced at him and continued to smile proudly, "My disciple has a decent talent, and Zhenshan has already cultivated the Green Wood Hand to its peak."

"If he can enter the top hundred in this competition, I have prepared a third-grade Yellow-level martial technique as a reward. It’s a token of my appreciation as his master."

The disciples around the arena were even more agitated upon hearing this.

Many people had the idea of joining Elder Sun’s disciples.

At this moment, Chen Feng’s fist collided with Cui Zhenshan’s Green Wood Hand.

The Green Wood Hand was enveloped in a green aura, looking incredibly powerful. Chen Feng’s fist, however, was slender and pale, showing no signs of anything unusual, just an ordinary fist.

Many people in the audience thought, "If it were me, I could punch him to pieces."

Han Cong was extremely nervous, almost standing up.

Elder Sun’s face was smiling, but his eyes were cold.

Sun Xin’s face was twisted with excitement.

However, an unexpected scene unfolded.

When the two fists met, a loud explosion sounded, followed by Cui Zhenshan’s惨叫 as he was directly thrown out.

His hand was completely shattered, the palm missing, leaving only a bare wrist, with blood slowly seeping from the broken end that still retained the wood-like pattern.

Cui Zhenshan let out a piercing scream.

Chen Feng’s face showed a hint of ruthlessness, and without mercy, he leaped up and delivered seven consecutive punches, each one landing heavily on Cui Zhenshan’s chest.

Cui Zhenshan was thrown off the platform and fell heavily to the ground, lying motionless like a pile of rotten meat.

"What? This is impossible!" Elder Sun suddenly stood up, his face full of disbelief.

Sun Xin stared at the scene, completely dumbfounded.

A disciple ran over, checked Cui Zhenshan’s injuries, and wailed, "Master, Big Brother, Big Brother is dead!"

Cui Zhenshan’s chest had been shattered by Chen Feng, all his internal organs turned to mush. It was a miracle he was still alive.

His eyes were wide open, filled with shock and disbelief as he stared at the sky.

The arena was as quiet as a graveyard.

Everyone looked at Chen Feng, utterly shocked.

"What kind of monster is this? He didn’t even use a martial technique and still shattered the famous Cui Zhenshan with one punch?"

Han Cong stood up and laughed heartily, "Elder Sun, your disciple’s Green Wood Hand is indeed formidable, worthy of being fully mastered! I am impressed! I am impressed!"

"This time, Elder Sun, you can save the third-grade Yellow-level martial technique. Congratulations."

Elder Sun’s face turned ashen with humiliation and he turned to fly away.

Staying here would only bring him more shame.

Chen Feng looked at the referee and asked, "Can I be declared the winner?"

The referee was stunned, still in shock. Only after Chen Feng’s question did he nod, approach Cui Zhenshan, check him, and then announce loudly.

"In the outer sect competition, the eyes of the fists are blind, and life and death are not to be questioned! In the first round, match seventy-four, Cui Zhenshan is dead, Chen Feng wins! Advancing to the next round!"

Chen Feng walked to the edge of the platform, staring at the disciple who had mocked him, and said coolly, "I told you I would make your face swell."

Everyone’s gaze fell on that disciple, making him so ashamed he wished he could bury himself in the ground.

He was quick-witted and knew he couldn’t afford to offend Chen Feng. He slapped himself, causing blood to flow from his nose and mouth, and shouted, "Brother Chen, I failed to recognize your greatness. Please be magnanimous and don’t hold a grudge against me."