Chapter 57

He nodded slightly: "Alright!"

Su Shaoyou smiled gently: "Then I'll go first!"

He wielded a sword, a heavy sword, as tall as a person and a foot wide, like a door panel, extremely large and heavy. Chen Feng estimated it weighed at least two hundred pounds.

He looked delicate and refined, but his sword technique was extremely fierce and explosive, more like hammer or axe techniques. With a swing of the large sword, he chopped down at Chen Feng as if splitting a mountain, with a very fierce momentum!

Chen Feng laughed heartily: "Good move!"

The Immovable Vajra Seal struck out heavily. After a loud metallic clash, Chen Feng remained in place, while Su Shaoyou's sword was deflected, forcing him to take a step back, and his tiger's mouth bled from the impact.

He laughed heartily: "Again!"

"Again, then!" Chen Feng said with a smile.

After that collision, he estimated that Su Shaoyou's strength was around five thousand pounds, equivalent to the Seventh Level of the Later Heaven stage, the strength of ten tigers.

But compared to him, it was still far off.

Su Shaoyou swung his sword again, and Chen Feng condensed the Immovable Vajra Seal, pushing him back once more.

This went on for seven sword strikes and seven palm strikes. After each collision, Su Shaoyou would take a step back. By the seventh move, he was already at the edge of the platform.

Chen Feng, excited by the fight, laughed heartily: "Eighth move!"

After the eighth collision, Su Shaoyou seemed to have exhausted his strength. His sword flew out of his hand, leaving him wide open, unable to dodge in time.

Chen Feng easily approached him and struck a palm at his chest.

Originally, Chen Feng's attack was powerful, but he changed his mind and reduced the force, intending to gently push Su Shaoyou off the platform.

But at that moment, a deep-seated resentment flashed in Su Shaoyou's eyes.

He threw a yellow jade token.

This token looked ordinary, but it gave Chen Feng an extremely dangerous feeling. He quickly tried to retreat.

But it was too late.

With a loud "Boom," the token exploded, turning into a fireball as large as a house.

Chen Feng was right in the center of the explosion.

He was hit by the fireball and flew out, landing on the platform, his body charred black, motionless, and seemingly lifeless.

A huge cry of shock erupted from the crowd. Someone shouted: "It's a talisman weapon! It's actually a talisman weapon!"

In the Dragon Vein Continent, there were many professions, and among the martial artists, there was a group dedicated to refining talisman weapons, known as talisman refiners.

The power of the talisman weapons varied depending on the level of the talisman refiner.

Su Shaoyou's talisman weapon had the power equivalent to a full-strength attack from the Ninth Level of the Later Heaven stage, with a force of twenty thousand pounds, which was extremely terrifying!

Su Shaoyou let out a very arrogant laugh. The gentle expression on his face disappeared, and his face twisted with excitement.

He walked up to Chen Feng.

Chen Feng was completely charred, still smoking, his skin split and bleeding. A large wound was on his thigh, almost severing his right leg.

He lay motionless, looking as if he were dead.

Han Cong shouted in anger: "Despicable, you actually used a talisman weapon?"

"Why can't I use a talisman weapon?"

Su Shaoyou laughed maniacally, shouting arrogantly: "In the sect competition, no one has said that talisman weapons can't be used! If you have the ability to get a talisman weapon, you can use it too! Hahahaha!"

The sect competition indeed allowed the use of talisman weapons, but Su Shaoyou's victory in this manner was extremely despised.

Many people in the audience felt disdain, but they dared not show it and could only remain silent.

Many people sympathized with Chen Feng.

Zhao Ruoxi was extremely pleased, smiling broadly and shouting: "Nephew Su, well done!"

He gloated at Han Cong: "I told you, Yan Qingyu's disciple would die here today."

He called out to Su Shaoyou: "That waste still has a breath left, Nephew Su, finish him off with one strike."

Su Shaoyou stepped on Chen Feng's face, feeling an immense sense of satisfaction as the handsome face deformed under his foot, and he laughed wildly.

"This talisman paper I bought at a high price at an auction three years ago! Do you know how much it cost me? Let me tell you, five hundred medium-grade spirit stones!"

"This was originally for my own protection! Who would have thought it would be wasted on you!"

His face was full of resentment: "You, a lowborn, a waste, how dare you waste my talisman paper? A hundred of you aren't worth this talisman paper!"

As he spoke, he applied more force with his foot, intending to crush Chen Feng's head.

"Don't!" Han Cong shouted, wanting to leap from the viewing platform to save him.

"Still want to save him? Dream on!" Zhao Ruoxi roared, striking a palm to force Han Cong to defend himself.

The referee sneered on the side, doing nothing.

At that moment, Chen Feng's eyes suddenly opened, a sharp light bursting from them.

A huge golden handprint, the size of a round table, appeared out of nowhere and struck Su Shaoyou heavily.

Su Shaoyou let out a惨叫, spitting blood and flying out, landing on the platform.

Chen Feng showed no mercy, leaping up to pursue and strike another large handprint.