Chapter 103: The Heavenly Arms Sect's Fatal Mistake

Chapter 103: The Heavenly Arms Sect's Fatal Mistake

Thud!

A dull sound like a drumbeat echoed, accompanied by a delicate, pained groan that stirred an uncontrollable heat in one's blood.

A crimson figure was sent flying at an astonishing speed, crashing heavily out of the arena and tumbling across the ground. When she rose, her hair was disheveled, her body covered in dust—utterly disgraced, a far cry from her earlier enchanting and alluring demeanor.

"Damn, he really crushed a flower without mercy..."

"270 acupoints!"

"As expected of the Huntian Sect's Sect Heir."

Gasps of shock rang out one after another as countless eyes fixed on the figure standing atop the arena. His body shimmered with 270 points of starlight, dazzling and magnificent, his aura growing increasingly condensed.

Facing an opponent who possessed a Saint-Grade Divine Trait and had broken through with the foundation of the Twelfth Transformation of the Body Forging Realm, Chen Feng had no choice but to reveal more of his strength.

"So it's you." A cold laugh suddenly rang out from the Zhao family's side. A young man in purple robes, hands clasped behind his back, stepped forward. His gaze locked onto Chen Feng on the arena, first in surprise, then hardening into icy ruthlessness. With a leap, he landed on the Invincible Battle Arena, though his eyes slid past Chen Feng to land on Li Xinyue, a faint smile curling his lips. "Miss, we meet again. After I suppress this arrogant fool, I’ll invite you for a stroll."

"You are no match for the Young Master," Li Xinyue replied coldly.

Though she usually addressed Chen Feng by name, in formal settings, she adhered to propriety.

"Young Master!" Zhao Ziwen's expression darkened, his eyes glinting with hostility as he glared at Chen Feng. "Remember this—the one who suppresses you is Zhao Ziwen, Young Master of the Zhao family!"

As his voice fell, Zhao Ziwen's purple robes billowed, and wisps of purple energy surged from his body, rising into the air.

The purple qi gathered above his head, forming a radiant purple halo behind him, its glow illuminating the surroundings like a blazing violet sun—a sight both majestic and terrifying.

An overwhelming divine aura surged like a torrent, blazing like the sun, flooding the Invincible Battle Arena.

It seemed intent on suppressing everything!

"It’s appeared—the Zhao family’s Young Master’s top-tier Saint-Grade Divine Trait, Purple Qi Rising Sun!"

Exclamations erupted from the spectators around the arena, while the Zhao family members wore expressions of pride.

Purple Qi Rising Sun!

This was a pinnacle Saint-Grade Divine Trait, one that could rival even the Quasi-Sect Heirs of the Ten Great Powers.

At the same time, Zhao Ziwen channeled his internal energy, each of his acupoints resonating with power, transforming into shimmering starlight across his body.

240 acupoints!

180 Visible Acupoints, 60 hidden acupoints.

A tyrannical aura swept forth like a scorching storm, crashing toward Chen Feng with overwhelming force.

It had to be admitted—this Zhao Ziwen truly had skill.

With such talent, had he been nurtured within the Huntian Sect, he might not have been much inferior to the likes of Xiao Xuanwu.

But unfortunately, he had encountered Chen Feng.

With a sudden burst of movement, Zhao Ziwen’s body erupted with purple qi, condensing into a blazing sun behind his head, granting him immense power. Countless streams of purple energy surged, gathering in his palm like a miniature violet sun as he launched a devastating strike.

The concentrated force carried terrifying heat and fury.

(To be continued...)

Compared to the palm strike of the Wang Eldest Miss, this was undoubtedly far stronger.

Chen Feng remained motionless, his sword still sheathed at his waist. He merely raised his left arm, fingers extended like a blade, and with a surge of internal energy from his acupoints, starlight shimmered around him as he thrust out a single finger.

Piercing Cloud Sword Finger!

Against someone like Zhao Ziwen, there was truly no need to draw his sword or employ any Supreme-grade Martial Arts.

A single Piercing Cloud Sword Finger was more than enough in Chen Feng's eyes.

With that one strike, the air itself was pierced—even tempered steel would have been shattered.

The purple blazing sun in Zhao Ziwen's grasp instantly crumbled. A terrifying force surged forth, as if it had drilled straight through his arm, sending his entire body flying backward uncontrollably.

Unstoppable!

He was flung out of the arena, his arm searing with pain as though it had been impaled by a sharp sword, rendering it nearly useless.

Unable to withstand even a single move, Zhao Ziwen clutched his arm, shot Chen Feng a venomous glare, then turned and swiftly departed.

"The Zhao family's young master couldn't even block a single strike?"

The spectators were utterly stunned.

Zhao Ziwen was one of Eastern Xuan Emperor City's top-tier prodigies, a peerless genius among his generation with few rivals. Yet... he couldn't endure even one attack from his opponent.

And that opponent hadn't even drawn his sword.

The mere thought sent chills down their spines.

"As expected of the Huntian Sect's Sect Heir, his strength is truly extraordinary." A slow clap rang out, followed by a mocking tone, as over a dozen figures strode forward, each carrying various weapons, their auras sharp and chilling.

"It's the Heavenly Arms Sect!"

"The Heavenly Arms Sect has been quite active these past years, producing prodigies and experts one after another. Rumor has it they intend to replace the Huntian Sect among the top ten factions."

Immediately, two young men with nearly identical appearances leaped onto the arena together.

"Sect Heir Chen Feng, it's said that your Inverse Mortal Body rivals even God-Grade Divine Traits. The two of us brothers have trained and fought together since childhood, sharing a Dual Cultivation Bond—inseparable. Surely, you won't refuse our challenge?" The two near-identical youths spoke in unison. "If you're dissatisfied, you can admit defeat... or find someone to team up with you."

"What?"

"Two against one?"

"Isn't this just shameless?"

Before Chen Feng could respond, a chorus of protests erupted around the arena.

"Tch, are you all deaf? Didn't you hear them? They're brothers with a Dual Cultivation Bond. If Chen Feng isn't happy, he can find a partner too!"

"Exactly, that's the logic here."

Differing voices also arose.

"Make your move," Chen Feng said calmly, unhurried.

Two against one?

So what?

Did numbers alone guarantee greater strength?

Not necessarily!

How could a few insects compare to a tiger or leopard?

Sensing the disdain in Chen Feng's tone, the two Heavenly Arms Sect disciples let out a simultaneous shout, instantly igniting their internal energy. All 240 of their acupoints erupted, followed by the activation of their divine trait power. Their overwhelming auras merged, surging outward in a violent shockwave aimed at Chen Feng.

Then, the two brothers unleashed their utmost speed, darting toward him from both sides.

Their swords and sabers left their sheaths in unison—their opening strike was their most formidable technique.

Blades and swords shadows swirled, severing and engulfing everything, drowning Chen Feng's figure.

It must be said that the combined strike of these two brothers was indeed terrifyingly powerful. Even those with higher cultivation would struggle to withstand their full-force joint attack.

Below the arena, the members of the Heavenly Arms Sect wore triumphant smiles.

If others didn’t know, how could they not?

When these two brothers fought together, they were invincible among peers within the Heavenly Arms Sect.

The Huntian Sect's Sect Heir?

An Inverse Mortal Body?

So what?

He would surely die with regret under their combined strike.

Battles in the Invincible Battle Arena weren’t just about victory or defeat—they could also decide life and death.

If they seized this chance to kill one of the Huntian Sect’s Sect Heirs here, the blow to the Huntian Sect would be significant.

As for the Huntian Sect’s retaliation?

So what!

The Heavenly Arms Sect wouldn’t bear it alone—they had backers behind them.

The terrifying attack struck from both sides, its dazzling radiance swallowing Chen Feng whole.

Below the arena, the spectators instinctively narrowed their eyes, clenched their fists, and held their breath in unbearable tension.

Then— A clear, melodious sword resonance rang out, accompanied by a streak of sword light that pierced through everything.

That single stroke embodied the very meaning of "unstoppable."