"Ring 2: Feng Lin vs. Feng Zhen!"
Because Feng Lin had finished his last opponent too quickly, he had to wait over thirty minutes for his next match this time.
As the battles progressed, both sides grew stronger, the fights became fiercer, the duration lengthened, and the drain on stamina increased.
Right now, standing on the ring!
Before the ranking match began, Feng Lin's current opponent was frantically gulping down life potions, quickly replenishing the stamina spent in the previous consecutive battles.
Feng Lin didn't rush him, waiting off to the side, but inwardly he was speechless.
Match after match—how long would this drag on? It made him quite impatient.
Life-and-death struggles were the true crucible for honing combat power and will.
The geniuses within the clan were all nurtured with the family's full resources, too comfortable and pampered. How could they compare to him, who had carved out every victory with his own blade?
This had shaped Feng Lin's current fighting style: if he didn't strike, fine, but when he did, it was to the death.
To him, these clan geniuses' fighting styles were like child's play.
They held back in their moves, avoided vital points—watching it was utterly exasperating.
"Feng Lin, you're good! Next, I'll—" This time's opponent, Feng Zhen, saw Feng Lin patiently waiting and thought highly of his discipline as a cultivator, ready to offer some praise.
"Stop!" Feng Lin raised a hand to cut him off. "Save the nonsense. Let's get started! After I deal with you, I still need to prepare for the next match!"
"You—" The words stuck in his throat, and Feng Zhen laughed in anger.
Deal with me? Then prepare for the next match?
I really misjudged him! I didn't expect this guy to be such a madman.
You think you've already won against me? Fine, I'll use your arrogance to crush you completely.
...
Seeing that Feng Lin seemed not yet in fighting mode, Feng Zhen sneered and instantly struck with full force.
Thunderfire Meteor!
His face flushed red, his genetic energy erupted in an instant, twisting the void, summoning boundless lightning and flame that crashed down like a torrent, threatening to drown Feng Lin completely.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Feng Lin moved in an instant, his fists striking like thunder, filling the air with countless shadows.
The狂暴 lightning and flame rained down, only to be shattered by a pair of bare fists.
Residual lightning crackled and danced on his knuckles, flames splattered and silently died out, leaving not even a trace of scorch marks.
Feng Lin calmly withdrew his fists, glancing at his charred clothes with a hint of annoyance.
The Stone Monkey gene was formidable, able to withstand energy impacts head-on, but its only flaw was that it was a bit too rough on clothing.
"What?" Feng Zhen was stunned. He'd never seen such a freak—a body so强化 it could ignore thunder and flame.
This was practically invincible.
Whoosh!
Feng Lin didn't bother with words. He blurred into motion, closing in like a phantom.
"So fast!" Feng Zhen's pupils contracted sharply. Feng Lin's figure flickered, appearing before him as if teleporting, impossible to react to.
What?
Going head-to-head in close combat with a body-reinforced genetic cultivator? That would be insane!
Thunder Shield!
Zzzzap!
Sparks flew everywhere.
Feng Zhen's body erupted with lightning, as if cloaked in an electric garment.
With a whoosh, he transformed into a streak of lightning, shooting away instantly.
Feng Lin's punch hit empty air, and he was surprised.
Sure enough, anyone who'd made it this far was no pushover.
This Feng Zhen had used lightning to enhance his own cells, achieving an unbelievable speed.
Feng Lin grew a bit interested. Maybe he could have a little fun.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Feng Zhen turned into a lightning bolt, circling Feng Lin like a blur, his hands forming seals, unleashing waves of flame from all directions.
He used lightning to boost his speed, making himself untouchable, completely compensating for his weakness in close combat.
At the same time, he bombarded his opponent from afar with flames, maximizing his own strengths.
He had to admit, this guy had a plan—maximizing his abilities to the fullest, simple yet effective, with fierce attacks.
An ordinary person really wouldn't be able to handle him.
But to Feng Lin, it all meant nothing.
With the Stone Monkey gene maxed out, his immunity to water and fire had reached its peak, making him completely impervious to ordinary flames.
Unless it was something like a stellar core flame—a special cosmic fire—no flame, no matter how fierce, could affect him. It was like soaking in a hot spring, warm and comfortable.
Still, he didn't want his clothes burned off, leaving him stark naked in public—that would be embarrassing.
He instantly unleashed a barrage of punches, dispersing and extinguishing all the flames.
Energy attacks drained the most genetic energy from a cultivator.
Feng Lin didn't rush forward. Instead, he waited for his opponent to waste his strength, slowing down.
Unable to do anything to Feng Lin, Feng Zhen dared not close in. He kept using flames, exhausting his stamina until the lightning around him gradually weakened and his speed slowed.
"Now's my chance!" Feng Lin stomped hard on the ground, channeling the force from his toes through the earth.
The ground shook with a thunderous boom.
Feng Lin shot forward like a cannonball.
"What?" Feng Zhen hadn't expected Feng Lin to explode with such ferocity. His lightning flared up as he tried to dodge again.
But Feng Lin was done playing hide-and-seek.
"Stay put!" A pair of hands reached out, gleaming with a jade-like luster, tearing through the lightning to grab Feng Zhen whole.
His grip was like iron clamps, seizing Feng Zhen's vital points. No matter how much he struggled, he was like a rabbit under a tiger's claws—completely immobilized.
"Feng Lin wins! Time: twelve minutes!" The optical computer immediately announced the result.
Although Feng Zhen's fighting style had cost Feng Lin some time, exceeding ten minutes for the first time, his stamina consumption was minimal.
In truth, he hadn't done much at all. The Stone Monkey gene's powerful defense alone had rendered his opponents' efforts futile.
Feng Lin scanned the clan ranking matches. Unnoticed, they had entered the final stage. Once the other contestants were decided, the top ten would be selected.
On the field, aside from Feng Lin, who had crushed his opponent, everyone else had run into some trouble.
Feng Li's blade technique was sharp, slicing through the air with invisible sword energy, its edge intimidating.
But his opponent was also formidable, covered in tough scales that blocked the sharp energy, countering with fierce claws.
For now, they were evenly matched.
Though Feng Li had a slight edge, turning it into victory would take time.
Caw!
Feng Jinpeng spread his arms, riding a fierce wind like a golden-winged roc soaring through the sky, occasionally diving down.
His opponent stood firm as a mountain, defending like an old turtle crouching low, never giving Feng Jinpeng a chance to land a decisive blow.
...
To others, the clan ranking matches were quite exciting.
Feng Lin watched for a bit and found it utterly boring.
The Stone Monkey gene was a mutated primal gene, inherently superior in quality to many同等 primal genes.
These people's techniques might seem impressive to others, but to Feng Lin, they lacked real killing power.
The Stone Monkey gene's path was one of overwhelming force breaking a hundred techniques, and one defense nullifying all methods.
Unless their attacks could break through his defense in absolute strength, no amount of flashy moves would matter.
Feng Lin had no patience left to wait. He needed to quickly resolve the clan's issues and focus entirely on preparing for the interstellar college entrance exam.
The universe was vast, the future limitless. He shouldn't waste his energy on the petty squabbles of the clan.
The boundless sea of stars was where his future journey lay.
After waiting nearly another half hour, the top ten of the clan ranking matches were finally decided. Feng Li, Feng Jinpeng, and other公认 geniuses of the clan were all on the list, with Feng Lin standing out awkwardly among them.
But having seen Feng Lin's seemingly invincible combat stance earlier, no one was foolish enough to question it.
The top ten matches would use a random draw to select opponents.
Just as the drawing ceremony was about to begin.
Feng Lin stepped forward, drawing the attention of the entire clan.
He swept his gaze over the nine potential opponents and said flatly, "No need for the draw. All of you, come at me together."
The moment he spoke, the entire venue fell silent, dead quiet.