Martial Arts Overlord

"So impressive, this Demon Tiger seems to have human intelligence."

"It’s not human intelligence; Yan Hu is controlling it. I’ve heard before that when the Wild Tribe reaches a certain realm, they can connect with their beasts in mind and spirit, and it seems to be true."

As spectators watched the fierce duel on the Ascending Dragon Platform, discussions buzzed around.

Clap!

Luo Feng swept above Yan Hu, grabbing Emperor Yan’s Sky-breaking Saber, his gaze flickering with golden flames.

"Step of Sky-Burning Monarch!"

Boom boom boom boom...

With a simple step, the momentum was astonishingly fierce, golden flames enveloping Luo Feng, appearing like a meteor falling from the sky.

"Tiger Top Cliff!"

Yan Hu neither retreated nor dodged, crossing his arms in front, intending to withstand the blow head-on.

Boom!

Fire exploded, the entire platform trembled slightly, Luo Feng stepped on Yan Hu’s crossed arms, Falling Star Sky-Splitting Tiger’s body shuddered back, Yan Hu’s face shifted again and again, spitting a small mouthful of blood, yet revealing an excited smile.

"Take my punch!"

Having blocked the Step of Sky-Burning Monarch, Yan Hu immediately countered, Falling Star Sky-Splitting Tiger lunged a claw at Luo Feng’s face, collapsing air and thunderbolt crashing.

Luo Feng’s spirit tightened, Yan Hu’s defense was terrifyingly strong, not even the Step of Sky-Burning Monarch could inflict serious harm, and yet, he could immediately counterattack.

Retreating was no longer an option; Luo Feng hardened his resolve, adjusted his stance, and exploded his left fist with sky-breaking force.

Bam!

Bam!

Fist met claw, the colossal sound was like thunder cracking, causing chills on the spectators’ scalps at the peak.

Luo Feng’s whole body surged with blood, Falling Star Sky-Splitting Tiger was also shaken, repeatedly retreating.

Yan Hu knew well not to let Luo Feng widen the distance, or he would surely lose. He pressed a hand hard on Falling Star Sky-Splitting Tiger’s back, halting instantly, man and tiger lunged again, claws enveloping Luo Feng.

Luo Feng suppressed his boiling blood, Emperor Yan’s Sky-breaking Saber across his front, countering with the flow.

Unexpectedly, the strike never came; taking advantage of Luo Feng’s exhausted move, Yan Hu’s hands transformed into claws, blood-red demon qi from the claws forming a tiger head, sealing Luo Feng’s body.

"Luo Feng, this is my strongest strike, hope you can withstand it! Tiger Interception Style!"

With a laugh, the demon qi on Yan Hu and Falling Star Sky-Splitting Tiger suddenly surged wildly, their massive bodies flipping in the air, turning into a demon qi storm, carrying Luo Feng toward the blue light barrier.

"Planning to exchange injury for injury?"

Luo Feng understood Yan Hu’s intent. Charging recklessly like this would definitely injure both parties; however, he would undoubtedly suffer more.

Luo Feng had no intention of a mutual ruin with Yan Hu, with a focused spirit, the flaming fox tail behind him turned into a blade, slicing towards Yan Hu’s hands.

"What!"

This sudden attack startled Yan Hu, instinctively releasing his grip on Luo Feng.

Swish!

In a critical moment, Luo Feng swept out from the demon qi storm.

Bang!

A loud crash sounded, Yan Hu and Falling Star Sky-Splitting Tiger slammed into the blue light barrier, creating a horrifyingly large dent, falling hard to the ground.

As the trembling barrier rippled, a gasp echoed from the audience.

This barrier could withstand attacks from True Yuan Realm fifth-level Martial Artists; even a full-force strike from a Spiritual Rotation Realm ninth-level peak Martial Artist could only make a small ripple. Yan Hu’s strike denting the barrier so deeply was of terrifying power.

Luo Feng was somewhat shaken; had he not escaped in time, he would have been injured.

Hah!

Spitting out a mouthful of clotted blood, Yan Hu felt his blood flow smoothen.

"Thrilling!"

Yan Hu felt no frustration in his defeat. For him, it was primarily about enjoying a fierce battle; victory and defeat were secondary. He hadn’t felt this exhilarating in a long time.

Looking at Luo Feng, Yan Hu chuckled, "Didn’t expect you to dodge my final strike, I concede."

Luo Feng smiled lightly; Yan Hu’s attack, while formidable, couldn’t harm him.

Even without Demon Form Technique, deploying the True Yuan Dragon Vein within his Dantian, he could easily escape.

"You’ve become much stronger than a year ago." Luo Feng said, sheathing his saber.

"Yet still not your match."

Yan Hu grinned broadly, clapping his hands, "But I won’t give up. Next time we meet, I won’t be defeated."

"I look forward to it."

As Luo Feng and Yan Hu descended from the Ascending Dragon Platform, discussions on Group Dragon Island grew louder.

Many were still immersed in the thrilling duel just now, especially Yan Hu’s final strike, leaving many with deep impressions; equally, they admired Luo Feng for remaining unharmed from that strike, pondering how they would fare facing such a blow, and the outcome was harsh: either death or injury, no other possibilities.

Swish!

Another figure swept onto the Ascending Dragon Platform, seeing the competitor, Group Dragon Island fell silent, then erupted in astonishing clamor.

The one ascending was none other than Yu Bufan, ranked second of the last New Dragon Top Ten.

In everyone’s eyes, Yu Bufan had only one opponent: Jian Wuji, ranked first in the last New Dragon Top Ten!

If nothing unexpected occurs, the next will be the pinnacle battle of the old guards of the New Dragon Top Ten!

Yu Bufan did not disappoint, upon ascending, he immediately looked at Jian Wuji and laughed loudly:

"Jian Wuji, it’s time we settle a score. Come down and fight!"

Swish!

Silently, Jian Wuji appeared on the Ascending Dragon Platform. Clad in white, standing casually, he exuded an inherent nobility and arrogance, like a king, making others instinctively look up to him.

Luo Feng observed Jian Wuji, his eyes flickering. The opponent held no weapon, yet his gaze was filled with a sharp, merciless essence, piercing into one’s spirit.

This person’s mental edge was intimidating, a top-tier swordsman. Whether He Qin or Yue Haitang, now surpassed not just in cultivation but sword dao realm; such a swordsman, if he strikes, would be earth-shattering.

"Jian Wuji, a year ago, I lost to you. This past year, I’ve traveled far, undergone countless life-and-death trials just to defeat you today, wash away my shame! It’s time you yield the title of the top New Dragon."

Yu Bufan stared at Jian Wuji, his voice low, each word like a thunderous declaration, seeming to announce the result.

Swish!

Jian Wuji appeared calm, shaking his hand to draw a sword with a dazzling blade. With the sword in hand, his aura transformed instantly, as if the entire world was under his sword, everything must submit to him, or face annihilation.

"The title of the top New Dragon means little to me. Yet, I won’t give it up easily either."

Jian Wuji scanned Yu Bufan, saying indifferently, "People differ, the gap between you and me is innate, not something time can bridge. Give you more time; you still won’t be my match."

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