Mainland Martial Arts

Chapter 377 Fierce Battle

Outside, the spectators, whose strength wasn't even that of a Grandmaster, could only gaze blankly at the martial arts arena. In their eyes, Lin Feng and Huang Tian had long since vanished from the arena. Only a faint blue light could be seen, darting wildly across the arena, like a ball of blue flame dancing in the darkness. The flickering blue light was accompanied by dull clashes and ripples of energy. Although they couldn't see the specifics of the battle, they could still sense its intensity and brutality.

On the martial arts stage, a chaotic battle had already begun. Lin Feng and Huang Tian's figures were practically reduced to two shadows as they moved at high speed. Their speed was so extreme that every movement was accompanied by a crackling sound in the air, as if the air itself were wailing at their extreme speed. Sword energies, like deadly flying knives, whistled from all directions towards the blue light. However, Lin Feng's speed was far too fast. He was like a wisp of blue breeze, skillfully weaving through the sword energies. The sword energies chased him closely, but could never reach the corners of his clothes. Ultimately, they could only helplessly strike the energy barrier, triggering a series of small explosions and energy shockwaves.

From every corner of the arena, the dull thud of fists and feet clashing could be heard. Lin Feng and Huang Tian exchanged blows, each collision like two meteors colliding, unleashing a powerful shockwave. The shockwaves spread outward like invisible ripples, causing the metal structure of the arena to groan in pain wherever they touched. From time to time, fists and feet clashed, their kicks like nimble dragons, sweeping across, kicking sideways, and slashing downward, each kick imbued with immense force. Legs clashed with fists, feet clashed, forearms blocked, bodies collided with fists and feet—each contact was a thrilling symphony, playing the passionate rhythm of battle.

Lin Feng's blue armor gradually began to show signs of fatigue during this intense battle. With each collision with Huang Tian's fist, a faint blue ripple emanated from the armor, as if the armor were trembling in pain. Gradually, tiny cracks began to appear on the armor, like hideous wounds, marring its previously perfect form. It was clear that although this armor was forged from the power of heaven and earth and the primordial Qi, its endurance was ultimately limited. Under Huang Tian's relentless and devastating attacks, it was on the verge of shattering.

In the brief span of just a few dozen breaths, Lin Feng and Huang Tian had already engaged in a thousand fierce clashes on this martial arts stage. Their figures resembled a pair of petrels darting through a storm, fearless and valiant. Finally, in a decisive exchange of blows, Lin Feng and Huang Tian's fists, like two cannonballs, simultaneously slammed into each other's chests.

With a crisp "crack," the armor on Lin Feng's chest instantly shattered, disintegrating into countless blue fragments that danced through the air like a flock of blue butterflies before dissipating into nothingness. Like a cannonball, Lin Feng's body flew backward uncontrollably. His body arced through the air before slamming heavily into the energy barrier. At the moment of impact, he felt an overwhelming force coursing through his body. His throat felt sweet, and a mouthful of blood gushed out like a fountain before he collapsed to the ground, powerless.

However, Lin Feng's tenacity far exceeded ordinary imagination. A moment later, like a self-healing iron puppet, he slowly and shakily rose to his feet. Though his figure was slightly disheveled, his hair disheveled, his face pale as a sheet, his eyes burned with an unyielding fire. He once again mobilized the zhenqi within his body, and it surged in all directions like a group of loyal warriors awakened, blending and entwining with the surrounding energies of heaven and earth. Under his control, the energies of heaven and earth and the zhenqi, like a pair of deft craftsmen's hands, began to repair the battered armor.

Nourished by the zhenqi and the power of heaven and earth, the armor gradually recovered. But Lin Feng paid a heavy price for it. His body felt drained of energy, and he gasped for air. Each breath felt like it was stretching the wound in his throat. His chest heaved violently, sweat soaking his clothes. He looked exhausted, as if he had teetered on the brink of life and death and returned.

Huang Tian, ​​on the other hand, remained calm and composed, his breathing as even as a calm lake, without a single ripple. He stood there quietly, like a towering mountain, as if the thrilling battle he had just experienced was nothing more than a relaxing warm-up exercise.

Huang Tian stood tall and straight like a pine tree, his eyes like deep, cold ponds, fixed intently on the disheveled yet stubborn Lin Feng before him. His face was devoid of mockery, replaced by a hint of admiration. He spoke slowly, "Maintaining this armor takes a lot of effort on you." His voice was deep and rich, like the humming of a bell, echoing through the silent arena.

Lin Feng was panting heavily, his chest heaving like the strains of an old bellows. Sweat soaked his clothes, and his hair plastered to his forehead and cheeks, yet it couldn't hide the blazing fighting spirit in his eyes. He gritted his teeth, forcing out the words, "You're certainly formidable, but I won't lose to you so easily." Each word trembled with unyielding determination, like a roar of indignation against the injustice of fate.

Seeing this, Huang Tian felt a long-lost surge of passion in his heart. As a warrior, he was all too familiar with the surge of fighting spirit. Lin Feng's unyielding spirit was like a raging fire, igniting the long-dormant fighting desire deep within him. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, revealing a carefree smile. That smile, like a spring breeze across a frozen lake, instantly melted his stern features. This wasn't a mockery of the loser, but a sincere respect for a worthy opponent.

Instantly, Huang Tian's hands, like lightning, grasped the collar of his shirt. His arms bulged with muscles, veins bulging like the windings of a dragon. With a resounding "swish," his shirt instantly shattered into pieces, fluttering wildly in the wind. His perfect physique was on full display. His broad chest resembled a towering mountain, solid and heavy. His abdominal muscles were like neatly arranged blocks of black iron, one next to the other, their lines firm yet flowing. Each muscle was clearly defined, rising and falling with his breathing, as if proclaiming boundless strength and tenacity.

Even in today's world of physique, such a physique is enough to attract countless people's adoration, becoming the ideal model of their dreams. Everyone gasped, their faces filled with astonishment. Who could have imagined that this man, seemingly in his fifties, could possess such a youthful, robust, and perfect physique? It simply defied common sense and the laws of time. However, facts spoke louder than words. His astonishing physique, like a statue of a god of war, proudly stood on the martial arts stage, leaving one in awe and admiration for his self-discipline, tenacity, and ultimate pursuit of the martial arts.