Chapter 105: One Punch to Shatter the Invincible Path

Chapter 105: One Punch to Shatter the Invincible Path

"From Qi Sha Hall?"

Chen Feng stared at the young man in black standing a dozen meters away and countered with a question.

"My name is Han Feng, Han Ming’s elder brother," the young man replied. His face was deathly pale, devoid of color, but his eyes were eerily dark, exuding a chilling gloom. His words carried an overwhelming killing intent and bone-deep hatred.

Chen Feng understood—this was vengeance.

But it didn’t matter. Whether it was revenge or a challenge, they were all opponents—or even enemies.

"Han Feng of Qi Sha Hall… That’s the one known as the Shadow Assassin."

"It must be him. He possesses the top-tier Saint-Grade Divine Trait 'Shadow Transformation.' He joined Qi Sha Hall three years ago and was named a Quasi-Sect Heir. Now, he’s at the Meridian Forging Realm."

"This is going to be interesting—a Quasi-Sect Heir of Qi Sha Hall versus the Sect Heir of the Huntian Sect."

The audience below the arena, now numbering over ten thousand, buzzed with excitement.

The previous challengers from the three great families and the Heavenly Arms Sect were formidable, but they were only from first-class powers. Even if they were top-tier among first-class powers, they couldn’t compare to super first-class powers.

After all, first-class powers were founded by Saint Realm experts, while super first-class powers were established by Quasi-Emperors.

At the same time, sword auras surged into the sky, accompanied by the sound of footsteps. Seven or eight sword-bearing figures strode forward, their bodies like blades, their eyes gleaming with piercing sword light capable of shredding everything.

From another direction, a group of people with long sabers at their waists approached, their saber auras no less imposing than the sword auras.

"People from Qi Sha Hall, Juejian Palace, and Tian Dao Sect have arrived."

"Not just them—look over there. Isn’t that the Ba Yue Sect?"

A group of burly figures marched forward, their bodies radiating an overwhelming, domineering pressure, as if they could crush everything in their path.

"Members of the Xiao Family and Yang Family are here too."

"And the three sacred lands—they’re probably on their way as well."

"Of course. If someone wants to tread the Invincible Path, they can’t avoid the Ten Great Powers."

Amid the murmurs— On the Invincible Battle Arena, Han Feng’s body flickered with starlight as he dashed forward with unparalleled speed, his figure ghostly as he traced an arc through the air. The twin short blades in his hands tore through the wind, leaving behind two crisscrossing, terrifying slashes aimed at Chen Feng.

The debt of his brother’s blood would be repaid today!

Chen Feng remained motionless, his sword held horizontally in front of him. What seemed like a coincidence was, in fact, a precise block against Han Feng’s lethal strike.

At the same time, ripples surged within the Divine Talisman Of Creation in his sea of consciousness, and the character for "Dao" radiated a dazzling, profound light.

His perception in the state of Heart-Sword Unity also reached its peak.

The positions of Han Feng’s acupoints were instantly and clearly discerned by Chen Feng. By comparing them with his own, ten hidden acupoints in his body gradually warmed.

Combined with those he had sensed from Liang Jianwu of Juejian Palace earlier, he now had knowledge of twenty new hidden acupoints.

Han Feng attacked relentlessly, his ghostly figure circling Chen Feng. His twin blades struck from every conceivable angle—each slash vicious, each thrust lethal, all aimed at Chen Feng’s vital points.

Yet, no matter how Han Feng attacked, Chen Feng blocked every strike with a single sword.

In the state of Heart-Sword Unity, Chen Feng could clearly grasp every movement of Han Feng. Had it not been for further observation, Chen Feng would have already drawn his sword to counterattack and kill him on the spot. With the combined enhancement of the Divine Talisman Of Creation, the Dao character, and Heart-Sword Unity, Chen Feng discovered he could actually sense the flow of internal energy within Han Feng's acupoints. In other words, he could discern the cultivation technique Han Feng was using to train his acupoints.

What did this mean?

It meant Chen Feng could master the other party's acupoint-training technique and thereby learn how to open the corresponding acupoints. Although he had already cultivated the Huntian Dao Scripture's Aperture Opening Chapter, no rule stated he could only practice one technique. If conditions permitted, he could cultivate multiple. However, the acupoint-training techniques recorded in the Huntian Sect were mostly derived from the Huntian Dao Scripture's Aperture Opening Chapter. Even if they weren't, the acupoint locations they described still fell within its scope, making it unnecessary to practice them simultaneously.

"With this, I can master the acupoint-training techniques of other super first-class powers and even sacred lands. Perhaps I can open all Three Hundred and Sixty Acupoints and achieve Major Completion," Chen Feng mused silently.

If Han Feng knew Chen Feng regarded him as a mere tool for providing acupoint knowledge and techniques, he would likely die of rage on the spot.

After repeated attacks were effortlessly blocked by a single sword strike, Han Feng's eyes narrowed, a trace of darkness spreading as his body was instantly enveloped in shadows, transforming into a phantom.

Top-tier Saint-Grade Divine Trait: Shadow Transformation!

Chen Feng couldn't help but show a hint of surprise.

Han Feng, now a phantom, became even more elusive, like a ghostly assassin impossible to pin down. Yet, under Heart-Sword Unity, Chen Feng still managed to track him.

"I've already grasped the acupoint-training technique you cultivate. Since that's the case, I'll send you to reunite with Han Ming," Chen Feng thought to himself as he thrust his sword upward.

At the same time, a phantom appeared above, just about to descend.

It looked as though Han Feng had willingly impaled himself on the blade.

Until his death, Han Feng couldn't comprehend it.

Once he activated Shadow Transformation, his movements became utterly elusive—even those a full major realm above him would struggle to pinpoint him. How had he been discovered?

"Devour!" Chen Feng immediately absorbed Han Feng's divine trait power.

Han Feng didn't die instantly. The process of having his divine trait forcibly stripped away was akin to having his tendons pulled and bones dismantled—an excruciating pain that killed him outright.

As Chen Feng absorbed a portion of the Shadow Transformation divine trait power, his foundation improved further, and his aura seemed to grow even more restrained.

With a kick, he sent Han Feng's corpse flying off the arena, naturally taking his Void Ring as well.

"Quasi-Sect Heir Han Feng!"

The members of Qi Sha Hall were utterly stunned.

"If you're dissatisfied, you can always send your elders to fight me," Chen Feng said calmly, staring at the murderous Qi Sha Hall members.

They did indeed harbor such thoughts, but they still had some semblance of pride to uphold.

In the Yang Family's camp, the Bun-haired Girl glared at Chen Feng on the arena.

"That villain's strength has grown again..." she muttered through gritted teeth, still resentful over how Chen Feng had forced her to hand over the Dragon Marrow Spiritual Liquid in the Hidden Dragon Secret Realm. She had been brooding over it ever since, eager to settle the score.

"Lei Zhenyue of the Ba Yue Sect has come for a fight!" A voice like rolling thunder boomed, shaking the surroundings as an immensely burly figure crashed into the arena, causing the ground to tremble with a deafening roar.

"I am the Quasi-Sect Heir of the Ba Yue Sect, at the Meridian Forging Realm, blessed with Innate Divine Strength and possessing the top-tier Saint-Grade Divine Trait—Mountain-Bearing Heavy Body. I seek your guidance." The dark-skinned, mountain-like giant declared in a voice so deep it resonated like a bell.

In an instant, 270 acupoints on his body ignited, flickering like stars, before his colossal frame tensed. Every muscle bulged, coated in a thick layer of dark-brown radiance, brimming with terrifying power—as if he could shoulder mountains and prop up the heavens.

Unmatched strength!

"Take my fist!" Lei Zhenyue's voice rang out as he clenched his fingers, raised his arm, and unleashed a devastating punch.

His fist descended like a heavenly thunderbolt, capable of shattering peaks. Yet, it was condensed with overwhelming, tyrannical force—a terrifying Fist Pressure that nearly suffocated Chen Feng. His entire body felt as if crushed beneath a mountain.

Without hesitation, Chen Feng raised his left arm, clenched his fist, and unleashed the full might of his Seventh Layer Huntian Sword Body. The internal energy from all 270 acupoints surged in unison, merging into a single, monstrous force.

"Is Chen Feng insane? He's actually trading punches with Lei Zhenyue?"

"Everyone knows the Ba Yue Sect excels in body refinement and fist techniques. Is Chen Feng so arrogant after a few wins that he’d abandon his own strengths?"

Gasps of shock erupted from the crowd.

A flicker of confusion and surprise crossed Lei Zhenyue's face, but his punch never slowed nor weakened.

This fist would shatter the other's path of invincibility.