Chapter 1282: Chapter 1281: Seriously Injured in One Move
"Ling Feng, why does something feel off?" the Bright Saintess leaned in close to Ling Feng, nervously asking, "Why havenât those people made any moves? Are they waiting for someone?"
Ling Feng looked at the Bright Saintess in surprise and said with satisfaction, "Your battle instincts have improved a lot since before. Congratulations on shaking off the title of battle novice!"
The Bright Saintess retorted in annoyance, "Is this really the time for jokes?"
Ling Feng chuckled, "What else can I do? Should I cry instead? Besides... Iâm also quite eager to see who shows up later. I wonder how theyâll compare to Ghost Hand. I hope they arenât too weak, otherwise, it wonât be satisfying to fight them."
"Haha, indeed, an arrogant kid!" At this moment, a rough voice sounded, and wherever the sound wave reached, it was as if a fierce wind had swept through.
Ling Fengâs expression slightly changed: "Such a strong soundwave attack. It seems this guyâs strength is on par with Ghost Hand, maybe even harder to deal with!"
Although these soundwave attacks couldnât harm Ling Feng and his group, Ling Feng could infer that this person must possess an insanely strong physical power!
Because those without strong physical power cannot unleash such powerful soundwave attacks!
As soon as the words fell, a giant man over two meters tall appeared before Ling Feng and his group. He looked over them with bull-sized eyes and then focused on Ling Feng, "Hey, kid, are you the one who killed Ghost Hand? Your strength doesnât seem that great to me. What tricks did you use to ambush Ghost Hand?"
Ling Feng replied indifferently, "Ambush? I never ambush. Clearly, your companion just wasnât skilled enough!"
"Impossible!" The giant shook his head, "The boss said you killed Ghost Hand with Sword Qi, and he didnât even use Mist Cloak when he died. Clearly, you ambushed him. Otherwise, how could he have died?"
Ling Feng sneered, "Iâm not interested in discussing this with you. I just want to know one thing: are you going to fight or not? If not, get lost. If you are, then cut the crap!"
The giant paused, then laughed heartily, "Straightforward, youâre much more straightforward than Ghost Hand. My name is Shenyan, whatâs yours? After I kill you, Iâll erect a monument for you since not many dare to speak to me like this."
Ling Feng raised an eyebrow, "Shenyan? Listen up, I, Ling Feng, will be the one to kill you. Even in death, you should know who killed you, right?"
A killing intent flashed in Shenyanâs eyes as he shouted, "Donât move, anyone! I want to properly entertain this little guy today. Watch the others and donât let them escape!"
The surrounding Blood Howl Camp experts quickly dispersed. Ling Feng knew they hadnât completely left but had sealed off the area.
Unless he could kill or restrain Shenyan, escape would be difficult.
Ling Feng licked his lips, his eyes shining brightly, "Shenyan, make your move. Let me see how capable the experts of the Divine Realm are!"
Shenyan snorted coldly and stepped heavily on the ground.
Boom! The force of this step seemed to threaten to crush the entire mountain, causing it to shake slightly.
"The physical strength is simply monstrous!" A serious expression flashed in Ling Fengâs eyes. Shenyan and Ghost Hand were two completely different opponents: Ghost Hand excelled at using Darkness Power, but Shenyan maximized his physical strength.
Between these two opponents, Shenyan was more difficult for Ling Feng to deal with. However, growing stronger when faced with a challenge was Ling Fengâs style; Shenyanâs strength only fueled Ling Fengâs fighting spirit further.
Ling Feng shook his body, the sound of cracking bones echoing, "Big guy, bring it on!"
Shenyan let out a sinister laugh, then his body flickered, disappearing from his original spot. In the next instant, he appeared in front of Ling Feng, swinging a punch towards Ling Fengâs chest.
A fierce sense of danger enveloped Ling Fengâs mind. This punch seemed ordinary but followed a profound trajectory. Countless thoughts flashed through Ling Fengâs mind, but every retreat he considered was within the punchâs range.
Helplessly, Ling Feng crossed his arms to block Shenyanâs attack!
Boom! Shenyanâs punch sent Ling Feng flying like a cannonball, smashing him into the rocks nearby.
After landing the punch, Shenyan didnât pursue; he stood with his hands behind his back, calmly watching the pile of rocks.
Pain! Ling Feng felt pain all over his body and realized both his arms were shattered into countless pieces.
"Is this the true power of the Peak of Divine Realm?" Ling Feng coughed up blood, a hint of shock in his eyes. Killing Ghost Hand had led him to underestimate the peak experts of the Divine Realm, thinking they werenât much.
But Shenyanâs punch brought Ling Feng to his senses, making him realize the vast gap in strength between him and the Peak of Divine Realm experts. Without the Mo Yu Sword back then, he would have died at Ghost Handâs hands.
"Whatâs the matter? Playing dead after boasting?" Shenyan stared at the rock pile and said, "I know youâre still alive. If youâre a real man, stand up. I want to see how many punches you can take!"
Shenyanâs words were filled with disdain, sending a rush of hot blood through Ling Fengâs heart. He took a deep breath, suppressing the excruciating pain as he pushed the massive stones off himself and staggered to his feet.
It had been a long time since Ling Feng had felt such pain, almost having forgotten what it was like. Getting beaten like this by Shenyanâs punch brought a smile to his faceâa cold, indifferent smile.
"Still able to stand? It seems youâre much stronger than the average Early Divine Realm novice!" Shenyan looked at him with some surprise.
Shenyan was confident in his strength; even a Mid Divine Realm expert would struggle to take his full-force punch and remain standing.
Ling Feng looked at his twisted arm, frowned, and then sharply swung it against the rocks beside him, leaving a deep blood mark but also straightening the twisted arm somewhat.
Then Ling Feng used trembling hands to fit his broken arm back in place, showing no sign of pain on his faceâonly indifference.
Shenyan felt a bit pressured. Although Ling Fengâs strength was indeed insignificant in his eyes, Ling Fengâs expression gave him the feeling of facing the Death God!