Chapter 61

She stared at Chen Feng, suddenly exclaiming in shock, "This, this is that waste of a disciple's waste of a disciple?"

She and Ran Changling had not paid much attention to the outer sect competition and were unaware of Chen Feng's rising fame.

"That's the waste of a disciple."

An elder flattered, "I don't know what kind of strange encounter this little brat had, but not only can he cultivate now, his strength has also skyrocketed!"

Looking at Chen Feng, Ran Yuxue's gaze was complex, but she quickly regained her coldness.

She slightly curled her lips, indifferent, and said coolly, "Just a stepping stone."

"Turns out you cultivate a powerful and fierce martial technique!"

Ran Changling seemed to be deep in thought.

He said arrogantly, "I didn't expect the outer sect to have a powerhouse like you. In that case, I'll reluctantly exchange a few more moves with you."

As soon as he saw Chen Feng's strength, he immediately changed his tune, utterly shameless.

"Watch my Snow Drift Cloud Piercing Palm!"

Ran Changling shouted, stepping forward and attacking again.

The previous punch was powerful and heavy, but now, the Snow Drift Cloud Piercing Palm had a completely different style. His palm technique was like snowflakes drifting in the sky, omnipresent and dense.

Most importantly, this palm technique was extremely intricate and complex, with dozens of variations behind each move.

Chen Feng could not detect what kind of changes were happening.

Ran Changling's palm struck toward Chen Feng's left rib, and Chen Feng countered with the Immovable Ming King Seal. However, he didn't expect that Ran Changling's move was a feint.

Chen Feng's Immovable Ming King Seal hit empty space, causing a part of the stage to collapse. Ran Changling quickly circled around to his back and struck with a palm.

Chen Feng couldn't defend in time and was hit on the side of his waist. His body twisted, and he felt intense pain, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

He felt excruciating pain all over.

In the stands, Ran Yuxue's face showed a self-satisfied smile.

"My nephew's comprehension is quite good. He has practiced the Snow Drift Cloud Piercing Palm for several years and has reached a high level of mastery."

An elder flattered, "The Snow Drift Cloud Piercing Palm is a fourth-grade yellow-class martial technique with 108 moves, each with 36 subsequent variations, making it very difficult to predict."

"The palm force alternates between swallowing and spitting, flickering unpredictably, aiming to divert the enemy's true qi before launching an attack."

"Ran Changling is sure to win. This waste of a disciple is no match at all!"

In the stands, many elders showed smug smiles.

Han Cong was nervous, breaking out in a cold sweat.

In just a few minutes, Chen Feng had taken dozens of palm strikes.

Ran Changling's strength at the eighth level of the Later Heaven stage meant each palm strike had the force of ten thousand pounds. Due to cultivating the Peepal Leaf Golden Sutra, Chen Feng's body was somewhat stronger than that of a typical seventh-level Later Heaven martial artist, but not to an absurd degree.

After dozens of palm strikes, his body was riddled with broken bones and severe internal injuries, causing him immense pain.

Chen Feng felt as if he were trapped in a fishing net, unable to exert his strength or break free.

He was alarmed; if this continued, he would be worn down to death.

"I originally wanted to keep my trump card, but it seems I can't hold back now, or I'll die here today."

He suddenly retreated, breaking away from the fight, and slowly drew the Autumn Water Sword.

The surrounding disciples were in an uproar.

"Chen Feng didn't use a sword before. Could it be that his strongest skill is not palm technique but swordsmanship?"

"Is this Chen Feng's trump card?"

"It won't matter what he uses!" Ran Changling sneered, making a throat-cutting gesture at Chen Feng and said cruelly, "Fighting with a waste of a disciple from the outer sect for so long has already tarnished my reputation. I will kill you to wash away my disgrace!"

Chen Feng remained silent, taking a deep breath and gently swinging the Autumn Water Sword.

A dark cloud drifted across the sky, covering the stands.

The sky was clear everywhere else, but this area was covered by a dark cloud.

The dark cloud grew lower and lower.

Raindrops began to fall, and the air seemed to become more humid.

Ran Changling couldn't help but take a deep breath, feeling the air become moist and carrying a hint of earthy scent.

The rain grew heavier, eventually turning into a torrential downpour.

Strangely, it only rained on this stage, not anywhere else!

The elders in the stands were all shocked.

"This, this..."

Zhao Ruoxi's face turned pale. "Is this the Rainfall and Blossom Sword Technique? Has he reached the 'Rainfall' realm?"

"For so many years, many have cultivated the Rainfall and Blossom Sword Technique, but to reach the 'Rainfall' realm before the Divine Gate stage and to be able to invoke the power of heaven and earth, there seem to be only two of them in the past few hundred years!"

An old man with snow-white hair and beard sighed, "This boy's comprehension in swordsmanship is so strong! His future is boundless!"

Even Ran Yuxue was moved.

"This waste of a disciple can actually invoke the power of heaven and earth?" Her face turned dark.

A young elder stood up, excitedly saying, "I didn't expect such a talented person to emerge in the outer sect competition. This is a great fortune for the outer sect. I must report this to the sect master."

The Rainfall and Blossom Sword Technique is easy to reach the 'Blossom' stage, but difficult to reach the 'Rainfall' stage.

'Blossom' just requires fast sword techniques, but to reach 'Rainfall,' one must invoke the power of heaven and earth, which only a Divine Gate stage expert can do!