Chapter 665 - 650: A Contest of Wind and Thunder Rivaling a Demon Technique

Shen Jianfeng had completely abandoned his defense, pouring his entire being into his offense. He unleashed the "Seventy-Two Dominating Spear Techniques," each strike more ferocious and violent than the last!

A domineering and fierce aura swept across the entire arena!

This fighting style, which seemed to aim for mutual destruction, was far too shocking. It was the very picture of the saying, "When two paths cross on a narrow road, the brave one prevails."

But everyone had heard Shen Lang’s earlier analysis. While it looked like a Pyrrhic gambit, if Xiao Hongyue truly dared to clash head-on with Shen Jianfeng, he might end up severely wounded, but Xiao Hongyue... would undoubtedly die!

After activating his Burst, Shen Jianfeng’s strength had multiplied severalfold. Coupled with the power of the Second Grade Profound Artifact, his Attack Power was incomparably sharp. It was absolutely not the right time for a direct confrontation!

An ear-piercing shriek tore through the air. Xiao Hongyue’s expression changed drastically as she flicked her longsword, unleashing three rapid strikes!

PFFT! PFFT! PFFT!

The three streams of Sword Qi made contact with the Long Spear. Under the collision of furious, Powerful Qi, the very air seemed to ripple and warp.

The tyrannical, unstoppable wave of Powerful Qi threw the retreating Xiao Hongyue off balance, causing her to stumble backward!

"A fierce spear’s shadow hides a gentle force; unparalleled dominance brings swift death!"

Before Xiao Hongyue could even regain her footing, Shen Jianfeng’s second spear strike lunged forward like a venomous snake!

As the spear shaft vibrated, the sky filled with afterimages, completely enveloping Xiao Hongyue within them.

Overwhelmingly dominant, it crushed all in its path!

The moment the second move passed, the third immediately followed!

Shen Jianfeng seemed to have forgotten everything around him. His gaze was focused, his concentration absolute. He unleashed the "Seventy-Two Dominating Spear Techniques" one after another, like a torrential river, endless and unrelenting, giving Xiao Hongyue no opening whatsoever!

The duration of a Burst was incredibly short, a fact Shen Jianfeng knew all too well.

If he couldn’t defeat Xiao Hongyue before the Burst wore off, it would all be over.

However, Shen Jianfeng now had absolute faith in Shen Lang’s words. There was no anxiety in his heart; instead, he forgot everything else.

His entire mind and body were focused on the Long Spear. Man and spear became one, his attacks growing stronger and stronger!

’Damn it!’

Xiao Hongyue was completely submerged in a sea of attacks. She could only continuously parry the endless waves of strikes, exhausted and constantly retreating.

What was even more fatal was that Xiao Hongyue could clearly feel the power of Shen Jianfeng’s attacks steadily increasing, while she was trapped as if in a whirlpool, unable to break free!

At this moment, Xiao Hongyue desperately wanted to turn around and curse Shen Lang out, but she simply had neither the time nor the opportunity.

The moment the thought of Shen Lang crossed her mind, his voice drifted down from the sky again...

"The battlefield is merciless, solemn, a place of slaughter and lost souls; man and spear as one, competing with wind and thunder, a power rivaling a Demon Technique!"

At that moment, Xiao Hongyue subconsciously turned her head to glance at the sky.

She saw Shen Lang spinning the wooden staff in his hands with frantic speed, churning the clouds and stirring up a frigid Gang Feng.

Then, Shen Lang’s body also began to spin rapidly. He suddenly slapped the end of the wooden staff with his left palm, and the staff shot out with a piercing whistle!

’Not good!’

The color drained from Xiao Hongyue’s face as she whirled around!

As expected!

On the battle stage, Shen Jianfeng’s entire body was spinning wildly in the air. Then, a beastly roar erupted from within the Nine-Phased Divine Dragon Spear!

Shen Jianfeng’s movements perfectly mirrored Shen Lang’s. He slapped the butt of his spear, and the Nine-Phased Divine Dragon Spear shot out, spinning and tumbling like a Flood Dragon!

The speed of this spear throw was inconceivable!

Its power far surpassed the level of an ordinary cultivator at the Fifth and Sixth Heaven of the Spirit Martial Realm!

"Celestial Fire Nine Transformations, Ten Thousand Swords of Sorrow!"

Xiao Hongyue let out a sharp cry. The raging flames around her instantly gathered, forming countless swords of fire that stood erect in the air, creating what looked like a blade storm.

"Strike!"

The incredibly solid streams of Flame Sword Qi, with barely a pause, converged in front of her, forming a Giant Sword that slashed violently toward the Nine-Phased Divine Dragon Spear!

BOOM!

Amid the tremendous explosion, the Nine-Phased Divine Dragon Spear shattered the massive Flame Sword Qi and reached Xiao Hongyue in an instant!

Xiao Hongyue was scared out of her wits!

She slammed her left foot onto the ground. As shattered stones flew, her body shifted abruptly to the right in the blink of an eye!

At the same time, she swung her longsword upward in a diagonal slash, channeling all her Power into the strike!

CLANG!

With the sharp sound of metal on metal, the Star Moon Sword was knocked from her hand!

Before anyone could react, with a SHIIINK, the Nine-Phased Divine Dragon Spear instantly tore through Xiao Hongyue’s Spiritual Power Gauze Clothing and Inner Armor, piercing straight through her left shoulder!

"Ugh!"

With a muffled grunt, a tyrannical force carried Xiao Hongyue flying off the battle stage, pinning her with a THUD to the giant stone pillar where the referee stood!

"Shen Lang!"

Xiao Hongyue’s face was twisted into an inhuman mask of rage. She gripped the spear shaft that pierced her left shoulder and shrieked, "Shen Lang! You... you cheated!"

Shen Lang shrugged and spread his hands, looking utterly innocent. "Cheated? How did I cheat? Can’t a guy just twirl his staff for fun? You can have your sect’s elders come up here and do some twirling too, you know."

After speaking, Shen Lang casually turned around and looked toward the Profound Dao Sect’s designated area.

Hearing this, the group of elders from the Blood Wing Demon Sect nearly fainted from anger!

If not for their alliance with the Profound Dao Sect to deal with the White Bone Hall...

If not for being thoroughly intimidated by Shen Lang’s previous actions...

This group of old-timers would have probably stormed the stage to teach this arrogant, troublemaking brat a lesson on behalf of the Profound Dao Sect’s elders!

But what Shen Lang said wasn’t wrong; anyone was free to do as they pleased.

If the elders of the Blood Wing Demon Sect truly had the ability, they were more than welcome to come down and offer their own guidance.

The problem was... they didn’t.

Giving pointers on the fly sounded simple, but in practice, it was as difficult as ascending to heaven.

It required an incredibly precise grasp of the battle, knowledge of the cultivation gap between the two opponents, their respective cultivation techniques, and the ability to see through the opponent’s weaknesses—all while formulating a suitable battle plan for the person on stage in a short amount of time!

If someone could really give a few simple pointers as easily as Shen Lang and allow a Spirit Martial Realm Fourth Heaven cultivator to overwhelmingly defeat a Spirit Martial Realm Sixth Heaven Martial Artist...

Then the major sects wouldn’t need to hand out their most prized Magical Treasure Secret Artifacts, Elixir Pills, and Spirit Grass to these disciples.

Just then, members of the Blood Wing Demon Sect rushed down to help Xiao Hongyue, while Shen Jianfeng also descended from the battle stage.

But the entire audience remained silent.

People had thought Shen Lang had already had his moment in the spotlight and wouldn’t make another appearance in a match between Spirit Martial Realm Martial Artists.

They never expected...

’He just shows up, says one thing, and allows Shen Jianfeng to turn a losing battle around. What a terrifying person!’

’With just a single glance, he had a complete grasp of Xiao Hongyue’s power and had calculated every possible counter she might make... and then he completely transformed Shen Jianfeng. If I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn’t believe it!’

’Actually, you could see it from his fight with Dugu Zhange. It wasn’t that his power completely crushed Dugu Zhange, but his precise control over his power and his grasp of the battle... It was as if he already knew his opponent’s every move, every possible angle of attack, every technique they would use... It’s just too terrifying!’

The surrounding crowd, whether they were disciples or the elder powerhouses of the various sects, all felt their hearts surging with emotion, unable to control themselves.

"Young Master Lang, Young Master Lang!"

Just as Shen Lang landed, a chubby man and a thin man stood up in the Imperial Dragon Sect’s area, waving their arms frantically in his direction.

It was his two best friends from Tayun Academy back in Celestial Phoenix City, Lin Feng and Su Hen.

Shen Lang turned, a wide grin spreading across his face. "I was just about to look for you two... Fatty, you’ve gotten fatter! Huh, Su Hen, you’ve gotten more handsome!"

HAHAHAHA!

The people around them couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

Lin Feng and Su Hen jogged down with a group of people from Celestial Phoenix City.

At that moment, a beautiful figure darted out from the side in front of Shen Lang.

Yin Lianxing, whom he had met in the Hidden Moon Tomb, appeared before him like a gust of wind.

Before Shen Lang could say a word, Yin Lianxing cupped her hands around his face, framing it as if she were putting on a mask, covering everything but his eyes.

"Uncle, it really is you! So you’re this young, Uncle!"

Yin Lianxing cried out in surprise.

Back in the Hidden Moon Tomb, Shen Lang had been wearing a mask, and Yin Lianxing had never once seen his real face.

But Yin Lianxing was very familiar with his eyes. After framing them like this, she immediately recognized him.

"Hmph, ’Uncle’? You two sound pretty close, don’t you?" A cold snort rang out. With a flash of red, Xue Dangdang appeared next to Shen Lang.

Xue Dangdang gave Shen Lang a sidelong glance, then circled around to Yin Lianxing’s side and said, "You’d better be careful, sister. The man in front of you is a veteran player, and his tricks for deceiving women are impossible to guard against, you know. Don’t fall for his act!"

Shen Lang’s face grew as long as a donkey’s as he said coldly, "What veteran player? I’m... still a virgin!"

"..." Xue Dangdang froze, her face turning bright red.

Yin Lianxing covered her mouth, giggling uncontrollably.

Xue Dangdang took a deep breath and turned back to Yin Lianxing. "Ahem, not one in ten words this man says is true. For example, he tells people his name is ’Wolao Gong,’ or says he’s from a Buddhist Sect, or pretends to be a mature uncle to get close to pretty girls... You really have to be careful!"

Yin Lianxing gave a wry smile and said, "Dingdang, Uncle didn’t lie to me. We just assumed he was an uncle back then."

"See? His methods are brilliant, aren’t they? You’ve been so thoroughly duped you’re still speaking up for him?" The sarcasm in Xue Dangdang’s voice grew heavier. "How tragic, how pitiful..."

Before Yin Lianxing could even reply, Nalan Ziyun suddenly walked past them as if she were a mere passerby and whispered mysteriously, "I can testify that everything Dingdang said is true."

"..." Shen Lang was rendered speechless.

Seeing that she had an ally on her side, Xue Dangdang’s face lit up. "See? What I said is based on facts!"

With that, without giving Shen Lang another glance, she flicked her sleeve and gracefully departed.

Nalan Ziyun leaned in and whispered in Shen Lang’s ear, "Just how many women have you provoked?"

Before he could answer, she tilted her head, bypassed him, and walked with graceful charm toward the Profound Dao Sect’s area.

The people in the surrounding stands watched all this, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

"Platform Four, next match: Mo Ge of the Profound Dao Sect versus Luo Yan of the Imperial Dragon Sect!" the referee at the edge of the stage announced loudly.

"Whoa!"

"Mo Ge of the Spirit Martial Realm Ninth Heaven against Luo Yan of the Spirit Martial Realm Ninth Heaven... Why is the Profound Dao Sect so unlucky?"

The entire arena erupted in a clamor.

Shen Lang’s expression flickered. He turned to look at Mo Ge in the stands.

As handsome as a demon, Mo Ge, dressed in white, slowly descended from the stands, his silver hair dancing in the wind.

The screams of countless women echoed throughout Cangxia Mountain...