Martial Arts Overlord-Chapter 632 - 630: Luo Feng vs. Wu Tong

"Shui Linglong, who do you think will come out on top in the duel between Luo Feng and Wu Tong?"

In the audience seats, Floating Snow Hall Elder Xue Wu Qing, seeing Wu Tong and Luo Feng stepping onto the martial stage, curled the corner of his lips slightly and turned to look at Shui Linglong.

Shui Linglong raised an eyebrow, glanced at Xue Wu Qing, and answered with a question, "Xue Wu Qing, what do you think?"

Xue Wu Qing gave a faint smile, his eyes fixed on the two figures on the stage, and slowly said, "Wu Tong is a Spiritual Rotation Realm Second Layer cultivator, and his Evil Wave Leg Method has reached the realm of Yuan Qi shaping. While Luo Feng does possess some strength, his temperament is too arrogant. Challenging even the masters on the New Dragon Rankings shows his ignorance. Such a person is bound to have limited achievements. I believe his defeat is inevitable."

"Oh, is that so?"

Shui Linglong’s beautiful eyes sparkled faintly, her crimson lips curling into an alluring arc as she chuckled. "I, on the other hand, believe Luo Feng is exceptionally brave and peerless, and his future achievements will be boundless. He won’t stop here. As for Wu Tong, he is narrow-minded, his personality is perverse, and he still needs refinement. I’m afraid he’s about to stumble this time."

The nearby Golden Palace Elders sensed the tense atmosphere brewing between the two, and their expressions turned grim.

Everyone knew why Xue Wu Qing was repeatedly targeting Luo Feng.

Yi Tian was Xue Wu Qing’s proud disciple. Luo Feng and Yi Tian had agreed to a life-and-death duel, yet Shui Linglong had made an exception and accepted Luo Feng as an Inner Sect Disciple. This undoubtedly implied that Yi Tian was inferior to Luo Feng, and Xue Wu Qing, with his character of repaying every grievance, couldn’t swallow this slight.

This duel had essentially become a covert battle between the two elders. If Luo Feng were defeated, it would prove Shui Linglong’s poor judgment.

"Hmph, since you have such high hopes for Luo Feng, how about we make another bet?"

Shui Linglong’s comment about ’narrow-mindedness’ made Xue Wu Qing’s face darken visibly. He understood she was criticizing him indirectly.

"A bet?"

Shui Linglong gave Xue Wu Qing an enigmatic smile. "You already lost your treasured sword, the Mysterious Blue Sword, to me. What will you bet with now?"

At her words, the expressions of the nearby Golden Palace Elders turned peculiar as they struggled to suppress their amusement.

Xue Wu Qing’s face turned ashen as he took out a secret manual.

It was half a dazzling crimson and half an abyssal black, covered by a hazy layer of light.

SLAP!

Placing the secret manual on the table, Xue Wu Qing said, "This is the Golden Crow Great Annihilation Saber Method, a high-grade Profound Level martial arts manual. I obtained it when I killed a fifth-stage Spiritual Rotation Realm Martial Artist of the Dali Dynasty during an expedition. I’ll bet this saber manual to win back the Mysterious Blue Sword you won from me."

"A high-grade Profound Level martial arts manual?" Shui Linglong’s eyes flickered.

The nearby Golden Palace Elders were all somewhat surprised.

Even for them, a high-grade Profound Level martial arts manual was extremely precious.

"Indeed. I’ll bet this secret manual to win back the Mysterious Blue Sword. Shui Linglong, do you dare to take this bet?" Xue Wu Qing stared directly at Shui Linglong, his tone laced with provocation.

Shui Linglong smiled faintly. "I, Shui Linglong, have never lost a wager."

As she spoke, a flash of Mysterious Light emanated from her hand, and a blue treasured sword appeared on the table beside her. It was precisely the Mysterious Blue Sword that Xue Wu Qing had lost to her in a previous bet.

Upon seeing the Mysterious Blue Sword, Xue Wu Qing gave a sinister smile. He placed the Golden Crow Great Annihilation Saber Method secret manual next to the Mysterious Blue Sword and then turned his gaze towards the square.

At this moment, most people in Sky Feather Square were focusing their attention on Luo Feng and Wu Tong.

Luo Feng was undeniably the biggest dark horse in this year’s Golden Palace assessment. He had even made ’Blood Hand’ Xu Zhan, one of the Ten Great Young Masters, voluntarily concede! His strength could be described as unfathomable.

To this day, no one had seen Luo Feng use his full power. Everyone was eager to see how much of his strength he would display when facing Wu Tong, who was ranked sixth among the Ten Great Young Masters.

"Wu Tong’s Evil Wave Leg Method has reached the stage of Yuan Qi shaping. He defeated ’Stone Man’ Xue Fei in just two moves. I wonder how many moves Luo Feng can withstand."

"For Luo Feng to make Xu Zhan voluntarily concede, he must have some extraordinary abilities. He probably won’t be defeated quickly. The outcome of their match should be like the one between Liu Ling and He Qin, only becoming clear in the later stages."

The crowd, tense and excited, discussed in hushed tones.

「On the second martial stage of Sky Feather Square, Luo Feng and Wu Tong stood facing each other, thirty paces apart.」

Wu Tong stood ramrod straight, looking at Luo Feng with cold, mocking eyes. "Luo Feng, I originally thought you’d lose to Xu Zhan. I didn’t expect him to voluntarily concede. It seems you have some ability after all. However, against me, your defeat is certain."

"Is that so?"

Luo Feng smiled faintly. "I don’t think so."

"Hmph, it’s not good to be too arrogant. The strength of the top six among the Ten Great Young Masters is beyond your imagination! Your strength is merely at Xu Zhan’s mediocre level." The coldness in Wu Tong’s eyes intensified.

Xu Zhan’s face darkened, his fists clenched tightly. He admitted he was no match for Wu Tong, but for Wu Tong to publicly call him mediocre was an unbearable insult!

I hope you lose to Luo Feng!

With a cold snort, Xu Zhan found himself, contrary to expectations, hoping for Luo Feng’s victory.

Luo Feng gave a cold smile, looked at Wu Tong, and said, "Enough idle talk. The outcome will be decided shortly. Let’s begin!"

Wu Tong glanced at Luo Feng, noticing he hadn’t drawn his saber, and said curtly, "I know your most formidable skill is your Saber Technique. I advise you to use your full strength; otherwise, you won’t even withstand three of my moves!"

"You are not yet worthy of making me draw my saber," Luo Feng calmly shook his head.

This statement caused an uproar among the audience; everyone was astounded.

Wu Tong was ranked sixth among the Ten Great Young Masters, yet Luo Feng wasn’t even drawing his saber! This was utter arrogance!

In the audience seats, Xue Wu Qing’s derisive smile deepened. A saber user without his saber will have his strength greatly diminished.

Shui Linglong remained calm, watching everything with keen interest.

"Arrogant! I’d like to see just how much skill you possess to make such audacious claims!"

Wu Tong roared. His clothes billowed without any wind, and currents of air spiraled up from beneath his feet. He seemed to stand in the eye of a storm, his aura intensifying with each passing moment.

WHOOSH!

At the peak of his momentum, Wu Tong moved. He resembled a ferocious flood dragon emerging from the sea, lunging towards Luo Feng with a tyrannical aura.

In the blink of an eye, the distance between them shrank to five paces.

"Wind and Cloud Crossing the Universe!"

Whirlwinds of Yuan Qi erupted beneath Wu Tong’s feet as one leg kick swept out, aiming to engulf Luo Feng.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

This leg strike appeared simple, yet its power was astonishing. Yuan Qi vortexes formed and dissipated before Wu Tong, like massive, relentless waves crashing down on Luo Feng.

Luo Feng stood his ground, neither retreating nor evading. His black hair whipped about from the fierce leg aura, and beneath it, his eyes were sharp as blades.

The moment the leg aura reached him, Luo Feng suddenly moved, a wild, domineering aura erupting from his body.

"Tyrant Flame Return Wind!"

Assuming a bow stance, Luo Feng punched out. A crimson vortex of energy appeared before him, like flowing fire and drifting clouds, possessing a heaven-encompassing might.

BANG!

The crimson fist energy ruthlessly slammed into the cyan leg aura. Instantly, a dazzling light erupted on the martial stage, so bright it was impossible to look at directly. The layered leg power was completely shattered.

"Luo Feng blocked Wu Tong’s kick!"

"No wonder Xu Zhan voluntarily conceded. Judging by this, he’s indeed no match for Luo Feng."

Gasps of surprise rippled through the audience. Seeing Luo Feng withstand Wu Tong’s kick was somewhat surprising, but not entirely unexpected.

After all, Luo Feng had made Xu Zhan voluntarily concede; his strength couldn’t be so weak that Wu Tong could defeat him in a single move.

Everyone wondered just how many moves he could endure.

"Not bad. You managed to block my kick."

Wu Tong’s foot landed on the ground. He looked at Luo Feng, appearing composed. However, inwardly, he was not as calm as he seemed; Luo Feng’s punch just now had nearly injured him.

Luo Feng clapped his hands. "Your strength is merely so-so."

Wu Tong’s eyes turned cold, a sinister smile playing on his lips. "Then take another kick from me!"

With a loud shout, Wu Tong stepped forward, his body suddenly shooting upwards. His entire form seethed with cyan light as his leg, like a blade, slashed down from the air towards Luo Feng.

ROAR!

A howl resounded across the martial stage. The cyan leg aura transformed into a massive Yuan Qi tiger, pouncing fiercely at Luo Feng.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Wherever the Yuan Qi tiger passed, layers of air were pierced through, and it seemed as if that very space was about to collapse.

"Yuan Qi Manifestation! It seems Wu Tong is finally using his full strength!" A cry of astonishment rose from the spectators around the martial stage.

’Stone Man’ Xue Fei’s face turned pale. He himself had been defeated by this very kick. The majestic, seemingly endless power was still fresh in his memory. Faced with that kick, he hadn’t even been able to summon the will to resist.

BANG!

Amidst the tense gazes of the crowd, Luo Feng’s body erupted in seething flames as he threw a punch to meet the attack.

"Great Wilderness Flame Explosion!"

As he punched, strange ripples spread out from Luo Feng in all directions.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

When the transparent ripples collided with the Yuan Qi tiger, they immediately surged violently. The powerful impact formed tangible shockwaves that sent cracks spreading across the martial stage.

The Yuan Qi tiger persisted for several breaths before its head exploded from the center, vanishing into thin air.

"He blocked it!"

Xue Fei took a deep breath, his fists clenched tightly.

Elsewhere, Yi Wuxue, who had just finished his duel and was stepping down from a martial stage, noticed this scene, and his brow furrowed slightly.

What in the world is Wu Tong dawdling for? Why hasn’t he dealt with him yet?!

Damn it, is the Eight Wildernesses Dominating Flame Fist really that powerful? Seeing Luo Feng block the Yuan Qi tiger, a trace of astonishment flickered in Wu Tong’s eyes; the power of Luo Feng’s fist technique had somewhat surprised him.

"You asked for this!"

A sinister smile touched Wu Tong’s lips, killing intent flickering in his eyes. The cyan Yuan Qi around him surged once more, dazzlingly bright. His body spun in mid-air as he unleashed three consecutive kicks at Luo Feng.

"Stacked Wave Demon Blade!"

BOOM!

Though there were three kicks, they produced only a single sound.

The three leg auras merged, forming a colossal cyan blade. Swirling air currents coiled around it, taking the ephemeral forms of skulls that flickered in and out of existence, accompanied by a dull, unsettling howl.

Xue Fei’s brow furrowed. The power of this kick is at least three times stronger than the previous one! Especially that eerie howl; even from this distance, it makes my Qi and blood feel unstable. If one’s cultivation is insufficient, just hearing this sound would probably reduce their strength by thirty percent.

Luo Feng, enveloped in his Grand Momentum, remained completely unaffected by the howl. His gaze fixed on the incoming leg aura, and he chopped out with his right hand.

"Slash!"