"How could this be?" Dazed eyes and astonished voices became the only spectacle on the field.
Tens of thousands of Feng clan members watched the changes in the family ranking tournament, their mouths hanging open in bewilderment, unable to close for a long time.
It wasn't that they lacked composure, but the situation on the field had shifted too dramatically.
Feng Li, with his fierce blade techniques, had his sword caught barehanded and shattered, forcing him to retreat.
Feng Jinpeng, who moments ago was soaring in the sky pretending to be a Golden-Winged Roc, now hung like a dead bird in someone's grasp, utterly powerless to resist.
Two of the clan's greatest prodigies had both fallen to Feng Lin's hands.
Could he truly sweep through the other ten top contenders all by himself?
This was no longer a possibility!
It was a certainty!
Once Feng Lin rose, it was like a rocket shooting skyward, leaving behind an unstoppable, domineering presence that could only be called invincible.
Held so humiliatingly in someone's grip, like a child being carried, Feng Jinpeng's face was full of indignation.
As the clan leader's grandson, he had grown up surrounded by flattery, his own talent exceptional—how could he ever face such disgrace?
Golden Roc Feathers!
He spread his arms wide, like a roc unfurling its wings, and slammed his palms fiercely toward Feng Lin's chest, conjuring blade-like wind that took the form of feathers, dense as rain, shooting forth in a barrage.
Bang, bang, bang!
In an instant, over a dozen palm strikes landed on Feng Lin's chest, hitting like they were striking an iron plate, thudding loudly without causing any harm.
Feng Lin looked down and smiled faintly.
The palm technique was decent, but ultimately useless.
Seeing that Feng Jinpeng still wasn't subdued, Feng Lin twisted his hand.
Feng Jinpeng let out a pained cry as his wrist snapped with a crack, hanging limp and powerless, no longer able to move.
"Finally settling down?" Feng Lin said with a faint smile, walking to the edge of the arena and casually tossing him off.
With another cry of pain, Feng Jinpeng was eliminated.
Feng Lin's seemingly effortless actions sent a shockwave through everyone else.
Feng Lin and Feng Jinpeng were undeniably the two strongest among them, super prodigies expected to vie for first place in the family ranking tournament. Now, both had fallen to Feng Lin in succession, shattering any hope of claiming the top spot.
If those two couldn't win, what chance did they have?
Staring at the terrifying figure standing in the arena like a god or demon, an overwhelming fear rose in their hearts.
Feng Lin gave them only one feeling, summed up in two words: invincible!
We can't win!
Their resolve wavered, and their movements involuntarily slowed.
A torrent of energy surged continuously, crashing against Feng Lin's chest, sparking flashes of electricity.
Feng Lin's clothes were torn, revealing a lean, streamlined physique. His skin bore a faint jade hue with fine, dense patterns, as if carved from jade.
He was actually pushing through the energy assault, closing in.
Diamond Dragon Claw.
Feng Lin's fingers hooked like talons, tearing through the air with sharp, claw-like force, capable of shattering stone and metal.
Those who couldn't dodge in time had their clothes ripped, leaving conspicuous bloody marks.
The Diamond Subduing Demon Fist was a low-tier martial art, yet it displayed power no less than the original.
After all, the Diamond Gene was merely a high-tier primitive gene, far inferior to the Stone Monkey Gene in physical enhancement.
Claw force tore through the air, filling the sky with countless claw shadows that shredded the atmosphere.
Feng Lin charged like a tiger descending a mountain, making no attempt to defend, breaking all techniques with sheer force, rendering their every move futile.
In contrast, these opponents were fragile, unable to withstand even a single claw strike from Feng Lin, their bodies covered in claw marks and dripping with blood.
No fancy tricks—just pure, overwhelming power.
"We can't let this continue!" The remaining six contestants exchanged glances, their faces ashen.
If all of them were swept aside by one person, it would be too humiliating.
Even a high ranking would mean nothing.
People would only remember them as an insignificant number among Feng Lin's defeated foes.
As young interstellar cultivators and clan prodigies, who would willingly become someone else's stepping stone?
Without a word, they reached an unspoken agreement and attacked together!
Their gene power was unleashed recklessly, holding nothing back.
Water, fire, earth, metal, wind, lightning... various energies mixed and clashed in the air.
Their faces flushed red as they forced these energies together with all their might, forming a dark sphere.
Zzzz!
Black sparks shot out from it, eerie and terrifying.
The atmosphere grew strange, the temperature rising rapidly.
Feng Lin's expression turned serious as he sensed a great threat from the dark energy sphere.
These were no weaklings; united, their combined skills posed a significant danger to him.
But that was fine!
Only by defeating them head-on would they be convinced and have nothing to say.
Feng Lin unleashed his strongest move, his hands forming seals rapidly, his fingers shaping into a sword, pointing forward. A sharp sword intent pierced the air, an invisible force seeming to cleave everything before him in two.
Immortal-Slaying Sword Seal!
What looked like a simple thrust caused the muscles in his fingers to tremble rapidly, unleashing a fierce energy. His finger-sword stabbed forward like a celestial sword from beyond, slaying immortals and gods.
Boom!
The dark energy sphere hurtled toward him.
Swoosh!
Feng Lin transformed into a divine sword, his body soaring through the air, stabbing forward. His sword fingers erupted with sharp剑气, focusing all his strength into a single point, like an ancient sword immortal riding a sword for a thousand miles to claim a head.
"What kind of martial art is that?" On the high platform, the eerie man stood up, his gaze locked on the scene, his lazy demeanor turning grave for the first time.
In the arena, the dark energy sphere and the sword seal collided, instantly exploding into a violent energy shockwave that spread outward.
Everyone was engulfed, their forms lost to sight.
On the stands, the Feng clan members rose to their feet involuntarily, their eyes fixed on the arena.
This final battle came down to this one strike!
Who would win, who would lose, would soon be revealed!
Who...
Would emerge victorious?!
Swoosh!
A sharp, piercing sound.
Suddenly, a crack appeared in the middle of the dark energy sphere, splitting it in two.
A figure shot out from within, his clothes scorched and tattered, but his exposed skin still smooth and jade-like, without a scratch.
Who else could it be but Feng Lin?
Feng Lin swept his gaze, his sword fingers tracing a graceful arc, sharp and elegant, like an antelope hanging its horns, reaching the pinnacle of perfection.
For a moment, everyone saw only that sword arc.
Swoosh!
The sword energy swept through, unstoppable.
The six contestants couldn't dodge in time, all struck, collapsing in misery.
Great Strength Diamond Palm!
Feng Lin turned his fingers into palms, striking the air repeatedly.
A powerful force shot out across the distance.
Force Through the Ox.
The six were hit as if by a heavy blow, their bodies flying backward like sandbags, crashing heavily to the ground.
The entire arena fell silent.
For a moment, only Feng Lin stood alone on the vast stage, looking around at no one, exuding an aura of invincibility.
Feng Lin lowered his eyes, taking in the fear, shock, and disbelief in their gazes.
Invincibility is also a kind of loneliness...