Chapter 88

"Roar!"

Shen Fengkuang lifted his head, his gaze directly fixed on the direction where Shen Lang was, the fighting spirit in his eyes rising. His right foot stomped heavily on the ground again, and amidst the flying debris, a powerful aura swept across the entire area.

It was at this moment that a black mist slowly emerged from his back, transforming into a giant black bear. The bear snarled and roared madly at Shen Lang.

As Shen Fengkuang's martial soul, the "Dark Magic Bear," emerged from his body, his aura finally reached its peak.

He looked mighty and awe-inspiring, like a god of war.

"Shen Fengkuang used his martial soul right from the start; it seems this battle will be incredibly exciting."

"He has already cultivated the 'Eight Desolate Divine Fist' to the fourth level, making him the only one among our Shen family's younger generation to reach this level. Combined with the 'Wolf Tooth Gloves' and his martial soul, even Shen Fengxiao, who is at the fifth level of the Qi Martial Realm, would find it difficult to defeat him. Shen Lang is in for a tough time this time!"

"That's right. Even if this kid scared Shen Quan away with his aura, it's not impressive. Shen Quan is only at the second level of the Qi Martial Realm, far inferior to Shen Fengkuang. Let's see how this arrogant guy will suffer the consequences!"

"The Dark Magic Bear is known for its strength. Once it is integrated into Shen Fengkuang's arms, it can make his strength incredibly powerful, increasing it several times over. A single punch can kill a fifth-level Qi Martial Realm expert... In the previous dozen matches, he has never been defeated. How could Shen Lang, with his frail body, possibly withstand him?"

The people of the Shen family became excited, each wanting to see Shen Fengkuang crush Shen Lang.

On the VIP seats, Shui Qingwu frowned slightly, deep in thought.

She still didn't know much about Shen Lang's strength. Although she had a slight suspicion that he was the masked man who defeated the demon corpse, it was just a suspicion with no evidence.

Even if she thought Shen Lang wasn't too weak, she had to admit that compared to someone like Shen Fengkuang, who excels in strength, even she would have to put in a lot of effort to defeat him without relying on powerful spirit artifacts or the Shui family's unique techniques.

Shen Fengkuang, in terms of aura, was far superior to Shen Quan, who retreated without a fight. One is a bottom-tier second-level Qi Martial Realm warrior, while the other is a peak fourth-level Qi Martial Realm warrior, capable of battling a fifth-level Qi Martial Realm expert!

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A boiling atmosphere enveloped the entire training ground, with fiery gazes fixed on the two people on the stage.

An eagerly anticipated battle was about to unfold.

It was time to let everyone see what kind of cultivation Shen Lang had and why he dared to be so arrogant.

"Shen Lang, I won't hold back in this battle. You are the first person to make me use all my trump cards from the start! Just for this, you can be proud!"

As Shen Fengkuang said these words, an even more domineering aura erupted from his body.

This aura was so strong that even Shen Fengxiao and others below the stage felt a sense of breathlessness.

The giant shadow of the magic bear behind Shen Fengkuang immediately moved forward, transforming into a black mist that enveloped his arms from his fists to his shoulders.

The large gauntlets seemed to grow even larger at this moment.

At the same time, his body emitted a crisp sound, like beans being crushed.

"So strong, too strong!"

"Haha, this time Shen Lang is dead for sure!"

The crowd became even more excited.

On the high platform, the Great Elder nodded secretly: "The strength Shen Fengkuang has shown is no less than Shen Fengxiao. This battle will be very exciting..."

"Revealing all his trump cards from the start may seem foolish, but it suppresses the opponent's morale and forces them to use their full strength from the beginning. Shen Fengkuang, this child, is very good, very good!"

The other elders also nodded in agreement, praising Shen Fengkuang.

With the Dark Magic Bear martial soul fully integrated into his arms, Shen Fengkuang felt a surge of confidence.

His gaze slowly lifted, looking at Shen Lang, who stood opposite him, holding a long sword with a blank expression. Suddenly, Shen Fengkuang's low roar echoed in the arena, and his massive figure, carrying a fierce aura, shot towards the motionless Shen Lang amidst the countless fiery gazes.

"Eight Desolate Divine Fist, Fist Stabilizes the Eight Desolates!"

The Eight Desolate Divine Fist, as its name suggests, is as powerful as thunder, capable of destroying everything in its path, and is extremely domineering.

With a roar, Shen Fengkuang's fist aura reached Shen Lang even before he did, and a series of fist shadows broke through the air, hurtling towards Shen Lang.

The wind blew Shen Lang's long hair and robes, making them flutter, but he remained motionless, expressionless.

As the overwhelming palm prints were about to land on Shen Lang, the hearts of Xue Dang, Shui Qingwu, and others rose to their throats.

However, at the highest platform, the Clan Leader Shen Haoxuan's lips curled into a cruel smile.

In the family martial arts competition, there are no rules, and if Shen Lang were to be killed by Shen Fengkuang, the Treasure Pavilion would have no grounds to complain.

When the person is dead, would they really make things difficult for the Shen family for a dead person?

"The Eight Desolate Divine Fist is too powerful. Although Shen Fengkuang is at the fourth level of the Qi Martial Realm, the ferocity of his fist aura is such that even a fifth-level Qi Martial Realm expert would find it difficult to resist it head-on!"

The people of the Shen family were secretly alarmed but also overjoyed.

They saw that the air around Shen Lang was already distorted, with fist shadows everywhere, a terrifying sight.

However, Shen Lang remained as immovable as a mountain. Just as the overwhelming fist aura was about to reach his face...

A brilliant light illuminated the sky, and a sword beam, as if piercing the heavens, descended from above.

The overwhelming fist shadows were torn apart by the sword beam, shattering one by one.

"This level of fist technique dares to call itself a 'divine fist'? Truly laughable." Shen Lang sneered.

Then, his figure moved, and he darted out like a ghost, his long sword pointing straight at Shen Fengkuang's throat without any special technique.

"This is impossible!" Shen Fengkuang's face changed drastically, his arms trembling as he continuously unleashed fist auras while retreating.

To directly break through his fist aura with brute force, one would need to be at least a sixth-level Qi Martial Realm expert. Even fifth-level Qi Martial Realm experts like Shen Fengxiao would have to retreat and use various techniques to avoid the Eight Desolate Divine Fist's strongest move.

But Shen Lang, with a single wave of his hand, shattered all the fist auras with just one sword strike!

To achieve this, either Shen Lang's cultivation was already at the sixth level of the Qi Martial Realm or he had already perfected his martial technique to the point where it could be used effortlessly, allowing him to instantly break through the Eight Desolate Divine Fist!

However, even sixth-level Qi Martial Realm experts would need to release their martial souls to achieve this perfectly.

But Shen Lang had not released any martial soul!

"Could it be that this sixteen-year-old boy, this person considered a waste by the Shen family, has already perfected his martial technique?"

The surging fighting spirit in Shen Fengkuang's heart receded like a tide, leaving behind an overwhelming fear.

"Shh, shh, shh!"

As Shen Fengkuang retreated and unleashed fist auras, they were all torn apart by Shen Lang's long sword. The ghostly sword did not even emit any spiritual light, approaching Shen Fengkuang's throat at a terrifying speed.

No one could understand the fear of that long sword better than Shen Fengkuang. It seemed motionless, but no matter how he dodged or retreated, the sword always pointed at his throat and kept getting closer!

"Pop!"

When the last fist aura was shattered like a soap bubble by Shen Lang's long sword, Shen Fengkuang finally stopped, standing still.

The long sword pressed against his throat, a drop of blood trickling down the sword and falling to the ground with a "plop."

"Gulp..." Shen Fengkuang's throat moved as he swallowed, cold sweat trickling down his forehead and cheeks.

He lifted his head, looking at the handsome face of the young man who had been expressionless, a bone-chilling coldness spreading from his feet, making him feel as if he were in an ice cellar.

At this moment, Shen Fengkuang felt the breath of death and the overwhelming fear that came with it.

He was certain that if he dared to move, Shen Lang's long sword would immediately pierce his throat.

There was absolutely no chance of dodging this sword!

"I don't understand. I clearly felt that your strength was not much greater than mine, and your long sword is just an ordinary weapon. Why was my Eight Desolate Divine Fist so easily defeated by you..." Shen Fengkuang's face was filled with pain as he spoke.

The people in the training ground held their breath, watching everything, all eager to hear the answer to Shen Fengkuang's question.

The mood of the Shen family was extremely complex. They had been hoping to see Shen Lang's strength...

Now that he had finally made his move, they found that the young man's strength was even more difficult to fathom.

If they had to judge Shen Lang's strength based on this battle, the only words that could describe it were: unfathomable!

No one in the arena could do what Shen Lang had just done.

Not even the elders...

Since Shen Lang could force Shen Fengkuang to a dead end with a single move, the others below didn't need to fight. Even the highly regarded Shen Fengxiao would likely face the same outcome.

Shen Lang's sword was too astonishing, too mysterious!

"剑势." Shen Lang said two words.

The entire arena was in an uproar.

Anyone who practiced martial arts understood that "势" (shi) was the "momentum" of heaven and earth. Heaven and earth have "momentum," sword techniques have "momentum," formations have "momentum"...

"Momentum" is the purest understanding of martial arts and the way of heaven.

It requires a very high level of cultivation to comprehend, and according to legend, one must reach at least the Xuanwu Realm to even touch upon this concept and understand the mysterious "momentum."

But now, the person who used "sword momentum" to break through Shen Fengkuang's strongest move was a mere sixteen-year-old boy!

And a boy considered a waste by everyone!

"I have lost, and I accept it..." Shen Fengkuang's face was filled with defeat.

Shen Lang flicked his right hand, and the long sword transformed into a streak of light, embedding itself in front of a stunned young man, startling him and those nearby.

This was the young man who had been distracted by Shui Qingwu and had his long sword taken by Shen Lang, who then kicked him.

"Do you all think I used such means to defeat Shen Fengkuang, and you are all不服气 (unconvinced)?" Shen Lang said, looking down at Shen Fengxiao and the others.

Shen Fengxiao and the others exchanged glances, their faces extremely grim.

They couldn't say they were unconvinced. To comprehend "momentum" at such a young age, not just in the Zichu Kingdom, but even in the eighteen countries of the Snow Region, would be described as a prodigy of unparalleled talent.

Compared to such a genius, they were no different from clowns.

Even if they were truly unconvinced, would they dare to say it?

Even Shen Fengkuang's desire to fight first to let others see Shen Lang's techniques and weaknesses had now become a joke.

Facing such a person, even if an elder with much greater strength went up, the outcome would likely be no different.

"This boy, considered a waste by everyone, turns out to be the most talented person in the Shen family. If this news spreads, the entire Shen family will..."

At this moment, Shen Lang suddenly waved to a few people below and said, "I won't use any spirit artifacts. I will fight you, the so-called geniuses of the Shen family, with just my fists. Come on, all of you, and it will save me some time."

The training ground erupted again. Shen Lang, who had defeated Shen Fengkuang, was now going to fight the elite young members of the Shen family alone!

After all, apart from Shen Fengkuang, a fourth-level Qi Martial Realm expert, the group below included four fifth-level Qi Martial Realm experts!

"So cool..." Xue Dang looked at Shen Lang on the stage with starry eyes.

"This guy... is so arrogant..." Shui Qingwu placed her hand to her lips, speaking softly.

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