Extreme Spirit Chaos Technique

The moment his voice fell, a battle intent in no way inferior to Feng Chaoming’s erupted from within Mu Chen, so potent it was almost tangible!

Feng Chaoming was overjoyed. He let out a great laugh and roared, "Excellent! ’Why wouldn’t I dare?’ ’Why shy away from a fight?’ If you want a fight, then a fight it is! Hah!"

Primordial Power surged explosively. A battle was about to erupt at any moment!

...

"Flash Thunder!"

"BOOM!"

A tremendous roar radiated out from the point of impact! Primordial Power blasted out in all directions! Mu Chen was sent flying backward, a look of utter shock on his face.

At that moment, Feng Chaoming’s face was flushed with excitement and exhilaration. His gaze was filled with playful mockery as he smirked at Mu Chen. "Well, kid? How was that?"

Hearing this, Mu Chen’s expression grew serious. In their past few exchanges, he had used every trick up his sleeve. But Elder Feng... it was as if he was just toying with him. Not only that, but Elder Feng had suppressed his own Martial Arts Realm to that of a Seventh-Ring Martial Sect. ’In other words,’ Mu Chen thought, ’it’s exactly the same as my own Martial Arts Realm!’

’But my Seventh-Ring Martial Sect is nothing like a normal Sect Master’s! I’m capable of Tier Jumping to fight an Eighth-Ring Martial Emperor! Yet Elder Feng... his Seventh-Ring Martial Sect is exhibiting the power of a *true* Seventh-Ring Martial Sect. It’s no exaggeration to say that right now, Elder Feng is just an ordinary Seventh-Ring Martial Sect!’

’And me! I can defeat an Eighth-Ring Martial Emperor, yet I can’t even beat an ordinary Seventh-Ring Martial Sect! Why?!’

"Kid, you look pretty lost." Elder Feng stood his ground, looking completely at ease as he squinted at Mu Chen. ’After that short battle, I have a decent grasp of his strength. His body control is monstrous! His force control is monstrous! His Primordial Power control is monstrous! Even his prediction and adaptability are monstrous! Based on what I know of today’s Martial Artists, Mu Chen’s true strength is probably around the Eighth Ring Emperor Realm. What a terrifying Tier Jumping Ability.’

’But on second thought, Elder Feng understood why. Mu Chen is a rare All-Attributes martial artist, capable of controlling nine types of Attribute Elemental Power. He guessed that Mu Chen must possess an enormous Dantian, perhaps even nine times larger than an ordinary person’s. What shocked him even more was that at the very start of the battle, he’d discovered that Mu Chen’s physical strength had reached an unbelievable level—infinitely close to the Venerable Realm! At first, he thought his senses were mistaken, but as the pace of the fight quickened, he grew more certain of his judgment. This kid’s physical strength is even more terrifying than his Martial Arts Realm!’

’He himself was a Boxing Saint renowned for physical strength and Combat Techniques, so he knew exactly how difficult Body Forging was for a Martial Artist. It was an outcome that could only be exchanged for constant, excruciating pain. Even he, back in his prime, had paid a tremendous price to train his body. He had only managed to forcefully raise his physical strength—which was originally on par with his Martial Arts Realm—by three realms, and just those three realms had caused him unbearable agony. How in the world did Mu Chen train his body to a level that surpassed his Martial Arts Realm by more than ten realms?’

’Did he train by putting his life on the line?’

’However, that wasn’t what was puzzling him now. Despite possessing such excellent innate conditions, he could clearly sense that Mu Chen was lacking a crucial component required to become a true expert. As for what that was... Mu Chen would have to realize it for himself.’

"Lost?"

’Lost... yes, I am incredibly lost right now. Ever since I acquired my Nine Attributes Dantian, I’ve been unrivaled among those in my tier. I’m constantly fighting and winning battles against those in higher realms. But today, facing Elder Feng, I feel a profound sense of defeat I’ve never known.’

"I am lost."

"If you’re lost, then find the answer in battle! Why are you losing? The answer is in the fight itself!"

A low shout rang out, and a figure immediately dashed toward Mu Chen! ’His speed... it’s so slow!’

’I’m used to Instant Teleportation and fast-paced combat. Before, when faced with an attack that seemed to be in slow motion like this, I would have been a thousand percent confident that I could easily dodge it and deliver a fatal counterattack!’

But now, his confidence had been utterly shattered by Elder Feng’s actions. From the start, Elder Feng had been fighting him using the rhythm of a true Seventh-Ring Martial Sect. Yet with every single exchange, Elder Feng managed to completely suppress his Furious Thunder Force with the simplest of moves and the most straightforward of attacks.

Seeing Elder Feng charge at him, Mu Chen knew he couldn’t just stand there and take it. Besides, Elder Feng was right. ’If I’m confused by something in a fight, then I have to find the answer in that fight!’

"Instantaneous Step!"

"CRACKLE!"

With a flash of electric light, Mu Chen’s figure vanished. This was an all-out assault, not a battle of evasion. The moment he activated Instantaneous Step, he had already chosen his destination: behind Elder Feng and to his right!

But the very instant his figure reappeared, Elder Feng suddenly twisted his body in what looked like a pure reflex. His right elbow, laced with a faint white Primordial Power, shot toward him with a BANG!

’So fast!!’

Mu Chen instinctively tried to dodge. Though Elder Feng’s movement would seem incredibly fast to an outsider, in Mu Chen’s eyes, it was still painfully slow! Yet, as Mu Chen moved, the elbow stuck to him like a shadow. And throughout it all, Elder Feng’s gaze remained fixed on the spot where Mu Chen had just vanished, as if this fluid counterattack was a complete habit, creating a bizarre disconnect with the vacant look on his face!

Before the shock could fade, Elder Feng’s elbow slammed into Mu Chen’s chest. The impact, a dull THUD, sent him flying back several dozen meters before he finally came to a stop.

"Ugh!"

Grunting softly, Mu Chen rubbed his aching chest. It wasn’t terribly painful. The force was perfectly calibrated—exactly the strength of a common Seventh-Ring Martial Sect! ’And yet,’ he thought, ’that elbow landed squarely on me, someone with the true power of an Eighth-Ring Martial Emperor! It felt so real!’

"Oh? So you were trying to attack me from behind."

Elder Feng’s words stunned Mu Chen. "What do you mean," he stammered, "by ’so you were trying to attack me from behind’?"

Elder Feng chuckled. "It means just that. I didn’t know you’d be attacking from there."

"Then your reaction..."

"That? You could call it a conditioned reflex, I suppose." At this, Elder Feng shook his head, unable to hold back any longer. "Forget it. I was going to have you realize it on your own, but thinking about it, it’s probably better if I just tell you outright."

"From our fight just now, I can sense that you are nearing the absolute pinnacle for a Martial Artist in almost every way—your Martial Arts Realm, your physical strength, even your grasp of Primordial Power and force. However, you are lacking one critically important part."