Chapter 95 - 88: The Grace of That Sword Strike

"ROAR!"

Shen Fengkuang raised his head, his gaze locked onto Shen Lang’s position. Battle Intent flared in his eyes as he stomped his right foot heavily on the ground again. Amidst the flying rubble, a tyrannical momentum swept across the entire arena.

Just then, a cloud of black mist slowly rose from his back, coalescing into a giant black bear that snarled and roared madly at Shen Lang.

As Shen Fengkuang’s Martial Soul, the Dark Demon Bear, emerged from his body, his momentum finally reached its absolute peak.

He stood there, majestic and imposing, like a War God.

"Shen Fengkuang used his Martial Soul right from the start! It looks like this battle is going to be incredible."

"He’s already cultivated the Eight Desolates Divine Fist to the Fourth Layer, and he’s the only one of our Shen Family’s younger generation to have mastered this Fist Technique to such a degree. Combined with his Wolf Fang Gloves and Martial Soul, even Shen Fengxiao of the Qi Martial Realm Fifth Heaven wouldn’t have an easy time defeating him. Shen Lang is in for it this time!"

"That’s right. So what if that kid scared off Shen Quan with his momentum? That’s nothing impressive. Shen Quan is only at the Qi Martial Realm Second Heaven, and compared to Shen Fengkuang, he’s leagues behind. Let’s just watch this arrogant punk get what’s coming to him!"

"The Dark Demon Bear is known for its strength. When it merges with Shen Fengkuang’s arms, his power becomes immense, multiplying several times over. A single punch could kill a master at the Qi Martial Realm Fifth Heaven... He was undefeated in his last ten-plus matches! How could Shen Lang’s frail body possibly withstand him?"

The members of the Shen Family grew excited, every one of them eager to see Shen Fengkuang crush Shen Lang.

In the guest seats, Shui Qingwu’s fine brows furrowed slightly, her mind deep in thought.

’I still don’t know much about Shen Lang’s strength. I have a slight suspicion that he might be the Ghost-faced Person who defeated the Demon Corpse, but it’s just a sliver of a doubt, and I have no proof.’

’Even if I believe Shen Lang isn’t weak, when compared to someone like Shen Fengkuang who excels in raw power, I have to admit... even I would have a hard time defeating him without relying on a powerful Spiritual Artifact or my Shui Family’s unique Body Technique.’

’Judging by his momentum alone, this Shen Fengkuang is far, far stronger than Shen Quan, who retreated without a fight.’

’One is a bottom-tier Martial Artist at the Qi Martial Realm Second Heaven, while the other is a peak Martial Artist at the Qi Martial Realm Fourth Heaven... someone who can go head-to-head with a Martial Artist at the Qi Martial Realm Fifth Heaven!’

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A feverish atmosphere instantly enveloped the entire Martial Arts Arena. Countless fervent gazes were locked onto the two figures on the platform.

The much-anticipated battle was about to erupt.

It was time for everyone to see what kind of Cultivation this Shen Lang truly possessed, and what gave him the right to be so arrogant.

"Shen Lang, I won’t be holding anything back in this fight. You’re the first person who has forced me to use all my trump cards right from the start! For that alone, you should be proud!"

As Shen Fengkuang spoke, an even more domineering momentum erupted from within him.

This momentum was so powerful that even Shen Fengxiao and the others below the stage felt it was becoming difficult to breathe.

The massive shadow of the Demon Bear behind Shen Fengkuang immediately surged forward, transforming into a cloud of black mist that completely enveloped both his arms from fist to shoulder.

His enormous gauntlets seemed to swell in size at that moment.

At the same time, a series of crisp cracks, like soybeans being crushed, echoed from his body.

"So strong! He’s too strong!"

"Haha, Shen Lang is dead for sure now!"

The surrounding crowd grew even more frenzied.

On the high platform, the Grand Elder nodded to himself. ’The strength Fengkuang is displaying is in no way inferior to Fengxiao’s. It seems this will be a very exciting battle...’

’Showing all his trump cards from the start might seem foolish, but it allows him to completely suppress his opponent with momentum. It also forces his opponent to go all out and reveal their own trump cards. That boy, Fengkuang... not bad, not bad at all!’

The other Elders also nodded repeatedly, showing their approval of Shen Fengkuang.

With the Dark Demon Bear Martial Soul fully integrated into his arms, Shen Fengkuang felt the immense power coursing through them, and his confidence soared.

He slowly raised his gaze, looking at the impassive Shen Lang, who stood opposite him holding a longsword. Suddenly, Shen Fengkuang’s low shout echoed across the arena. Then, under countless blazing gazes, his colossal figure shot toward the motionless Shen Lang, carrying a ferocious and unstoppable momentum!

"Eight Desolates Divine Fist, a fist to pacify the Eight Desolates!"

The Eight Desolates Divine Fist lived up to its name. Its momentum was like thunder, its power overwhelming and utterly tyrannical.

With a furious roar, before Shen Fengkuang even arrived, his Fist Gang was already there. Streaks of fist shadows tore through the air, whistling as they hurtled toward Shen Lang.

The fierce wind whipped Shen Lang’s long hair and robes about, making them flap loudly. Yet, he remained completely still, his expression unchanged.

As the overwhelming Palm Seals were about to land on Shen Lang, the hearts of Xue Dangdang, Shui Qingwu, and the others leaped into their throats.

Meanwhile, on the highest platform, a cruel smile touched the lips of the Clan Leader, Shen Haoxuan.

’In a clan tournament, fists and feet have no eyes. If Shen Lang is really killed in one move by Shen Fengkuang, the Treasure Pavilion won’t have much to say about it.’

’Once he’s dead, would they really make trouble for the Shen Family over a corpse?’

"The Eight Desolates Divine Fist is just too powerful! Even though Shen Fengkuang only has a Qi Martial Realm Fourth Layer Cultivation, the ferocity of that Fist Gang is something even a master at the Qi Martial Realm Fifth Heaven would struggle to face head-on!"