What formidable vitality was this? The sheer dominance of life force pressed down like a tangible weight, crushing the hearts of everyone present like a mountain, leaving them unable to straighten their backs. Where Feng Lin stood, waves of energy surged and spread across the entire arena. Even the distant clan members watching from afar felt their hearts grow heavy, too stunned to speak. "Come at me all at once! Otherwise, you won't have a single chance!" Feng Lin warned again. Though resentment burned in their hearts, they couldn't muster a rebuttal. The overwhelming life force made even speaking difficult. Only then did they realize Feng Lin wasn't joking—he truly intended and had the strength to defeat them single-handedly. Such vitality was nearly on par with elite cultivators! Not quite there, but close enough. They hadn't expected that beneath Feng Lin's apparent arrogance, unleashing his life force would be so terrifying, exerting such immense pressure on them. Thus, the so-called top ten contestants were now filled with caution, none daring to make the first move. Seeing no one act after a long pause, Feng Lin grew impatient. "If you won't attack, then I will!" He stomped hard on the ground, leaping into the air. His steps traced the Eight Trigrams, his body moved like a swimming dragon, and his hands formed claws as he lunged at the nearest opponent. Eight Trigrams Palm—Dragon's Claw Reaching Out! Like a blue dragon soaring through the sky, he swooped down, his hands like dragon claws emerging from the clouds, their sharp grip locking onto every direction, leaving no escape. "What?" A grim-faced man stared in shock and anger, never expecting Feng Lin to target him first. Soft persimmons are always squeezed first! Did this kid think he was the easiest to bully here? "You really think you've got me beat?" The grim man laughed in fury, his body radiating intense cold. With a roar, he spread his arms wide, forming the shape of a massive maw ready to bite. Ice Dragon Devour! Black ice crystals rapidly formed on his body, growing as if alive. The air around them plummeted in temperature, plunging into a frozen hell. A Western dragon made of black ice materialized before the grim man, shielding him. Roar! The ice dragon spread its arms, stirring a chilling wind. It opened its gaping maw and let out a furious roar, sending a wave of sound carrying icy shards sweeping outward. Such was the terror of a single roar. Yet Feng Lin's eyes remained cold and steady as he dove downward. As for the man's frustration, Feng Lin could only say he was overthinking things. The real reason Feng Lin chose to attack him first was simple— He was just the closest... But Feng Lin had no intention of explaining. Whatever the man thought, it didn't matter. Everyone on this stage would be swept off one by one; sooner or later made no difference. The ice dragon's jaws opened wide, its teeth gleaming. Suddenly, it spewed a breath of freezing mist, engulfing Feng Lin instantly. Feng Lin didn't dodge or evade. Ice crystals covered his body, freezing him into an ice statue, immobile. The dragon's maw clamped down with a gulp, swallowing Feng Lin whole in an instant. A living, breathing person had been devoured by the ice dragon. Gasps erupted all around. "Feng Lin!" His parents stood up, faces filled with tension and worry. "Brother!" Feng Cheng and Feng Xin's eyes glistened with tears. Is that all he's got? The other top ten contestants sneered at the sight. As long-established geniuses of the clan, they knew each other well. Feng Xuan had awakened the Xuan Ice Gene, a high-tier primal gene evolved from the Ice Gene. It allowed him to control black ice, reaching temperatures of over a hundred degrees below zero, rapidly dehydrating objects and freezing them to dust. Feng Lin hadn't dodged at all and was now inside the Xuan Ice Dragon's belly. His life was likely forfeit. They shook their heads, their wary gazes shifting to other opponents, already writing Feng Lin off. He's done for! Boom! Just as they thought it was over, the ice dragon's belly suddenly bulged and exploded from within. A figure leaped out. Who else could it be but Feng Lin? His skin gleamed like jade, faintly radiant, as he shook off the ice crystals without a single scratch. "What?" The grim-faced Feng Xuan couldn't believe his full-force attack had done nothing. Black ice formed into spears, shooting toward Feng Lin. Feng Lin's claws remained fierce and unyielding. He grabbed and shattered the ice spears, then seized Feng Xuan's arms. Feng Xuan's face twisted in shock as he tried to retreat. But once in Feng Lin's grasp, escape was impossible. Feng Lin's fingers tightened like iron clamps, holding him fast. No matter how Feng Xuan struggled, he couldn't break free. With his vital points seized, Feng Xuan's strength drained away. Feng Lin lifted him like a helpless child, walked slowly to the edge of the arena, and gently tossed him off. One down! Just like that! With swift, decisive moves, Feng Lin had taken out an opponent with an unmatched demeanor, sending a powerful shockwave through the remaining contestants. Except for a few like Feng Li and Feng Jinpeng, who were supremely confident in their own strength, the others edged closer, forming a group. They hoped to band together and eliminate Feng Lin, the most threatening presence on the stage, before he could pick them off one by one. Feng Lin flaunted his overwhelming power without restraint, advancing slowly toward them. With every step he took, they stepped back, their eyes wary, fixed on his every move, searching for a flaw that barely existed. Facing a crowd alone, Feng Lin seemed poised to dominate his peers, with none daring to challenge him head-on. "I'll do it!" A cold shout rang out as someone finally stepped forward. It was a tall, lean man with a stern face and an upright posture, like a sharp blade exuding a cutting edge. This was Feng Li, long recognized as one of the clan's top talents, on par with Feng Jinpeng. Feng Li shared similarities with Feng Lin—both came from humble branches of the clan, though Feng Li had risen earlier. Feng Lin, though later to emerge, had an unstoppable, soaring momentum. Feng Li's eyes locked onto Feng Lin, his body brimming with fighting spirit, like a long-sheathed blade slowly being drawn, revealing its peerless edge. "I have one move. If you can block it, I'll concede immediately!" Feng Li said coldly. The onlookers were stunned. By saying this, Feng Li had implicitly placed himself beneath Feng Lin, adopting the stance of a challenger. "Bring it!" Feng Lin didn't waste words, gesturing for Feng Li to do his worst. His eyes burned with fervor, eager to see how much pressure Feng Li, the clan's top genius, could exert at full strength. The Feng Clan was far too small. After surviving life-and-death battles on Mars, Feng Lin's horizons had broadened immensely. Sweeping through opponents without a single challenging fight was far too dull. Clang! Feng Li wasn't one for idle talk. His eyes narrowed, then flashed sharply. His blade unsheathed, releasing a fierce aura that shot into the sky, stirring the air into a visible vortex of energy. An invisible blade formed, descending slowly, enveloping Feng Lin like a divine sword of judgment. Even the stray energy sent chills down spines, a sense of impending doom. Heavenly Blade Gene! Judgment Blade!