Chaos Heavenly Emperor Technique

Chapter 1207: Chapter 1208: His Sword Is Faster Than Mine! (Double Update)

Ling Feng squinted his eyes and smiled slightly: It seems the other side thinks they have grasped his weakness.

However, because of his current demeanor, this smile always carries a hint of sleaziness.

When Jiaang Huan saw Ling Feng smile, she immediately swayed her hips more vigorously and flirted subtly with Ling Feng, ”Young Master Long, you have to let your dear pass.”

Ling Feng raised his hand to touch his nose. With Murong Zining present, he naturally couldn’t expose the Phantom Technique, so he decided to use the simplest swordsmanship to send that flaunting woman down.

”Eight-directions Break Profound!”

As Ling Feng made his move, Jiaang Huan was directly blasted off the stage.

Murong Zining by the side also took a deep breath, a deep tinge of dread flashing in her eyes. She called herself the number one genius of the Tianlan Sea Domain, yet she seemed inferior even to a fat man.

Di Xuan watched quietly, a single thought flashing through his mind: His sword is faster than mine!

How can a fatty like him develop such swordsmanship?

If this fatty is so obsessed with practicing swordsmanship, how did he amass such a body of fat?

Truly a bizarre thing.

Similarly, the blue-robed swordsman named Shui Wuheng’s pupils contracted sharply, already considering Ling Feng as his number one rival.

Ling Feng looked calm. After Murong Zining announced the match result, he nonchalantly jumped off the stage, and from the audience, the cheers of ”Fatty” rose once more.

It seems after today, Fatty will replace either Murong Zining or Di Xuan to become the true sensational figure of the Tianlan Sea Domain.

After the match, twenty-five spots were left.

This round’s drawing lots resulted in Ling Feng securing a bye.

The whole venue erupted in another wave of envy and resentment.

This is indeed the legendary person of great Qi Fortune!

Ling Feng, however, looked indifferent. In reality, it was unlikely that he would directly face off against Di Xuan or Shui Wuheng early on.

This so-called drawing lots seemed fair, but in fact, there was plenty of room for manipulation. At least, the seed players were unlikely to encounter each other too early.

As Ling Feng secured his promotion ticket due to a bye, he didn’t bother to stay and watch, directly taking Tuoba Yan and Yang Huanzhi back to the Martial Spirit Pavilion.

The third round’s final would be in five days. Ling Feng calculated that tomorrow was the date he had agreed to meet Lady Zhu Qu.

The breakthrough in strength, coupled with the awakening of the Sword Soul Junior, undoubtedly filled Ling Feng with immense confidence.

Although Yang Shuzi had repeatedly warned him that the place Lady Zhu Qu was going was dangerous, Ling Feng didn’t mind at all.

The saying goes ”Fortune favors the bold.” Since stepping into Martial Arts, he had been to countless so-called life-threatening places, yet he emerged unscathed in the end, even gaining great opportunities.

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Time flew by, and by noon the next day, Lady Zhu Qu arrived as agreed.

”Young Master Long, I wonder what you have decided?”

With Ling Feng’s current reputation in the Deserted City, it was exceptionally easy for Lady Zhu Qu to find his residence.

”Fortune favors the bold. I have decided to accompany you, Senior, to explore the Secret Realm,” Ling Feng replied with a hearty laugh.

”Good! Young people are indeed promising. Compared to that timid Yang Shuzi, you are much more straightforward!”

Lady Zhu Qu nodded to Ling Feng, who just returned a smile without joining in.

Yang Shuzi had helped him before, so he wouldn’t join the old lady in criticizing Yang Shuzi.

”Since you’ve decided, let’s go to a place with this old woman. We have several other companions to explore the Secret Realm together!”

Lady Zhu Qu said lightly.

”Please lead the way, Senior.”

Ling Feng nodded slightly. This journey was perilous, and Ling Feng didn’t intend to bring Tuoba Yan and Yang Huanzhi, leaving them to guard the Martial Spirit Pavilion. He promised to return within four days.