Mainland Martial Arts

Chapter 370: The Immortal's Metal Martial Arts Arena

Chen Yu and Xu Tian exchanged glances, each seeing deep worry in the other's eyes. Chen Yu frowned and whispered, "Lin Feng, this Huang Tian is no pushover. We're worried he might kill us during the competition, so you must be careful." His eyes revealed a hint of nervousness and concern, and his hands unconsciously clenched into fists, as if he was about to rush forward to aid Lin Feng at the crucial moment.

Xu Tian also nodded and said, "Yes, Lin Feng. This trip is full of dangers and you must not take it lightly." His expression was serious and solemn, and his eyes were fixed on Lin Feng, hoping that he could realize the danger of this challenge.

Lin Feng looked at them, shook his head slightly, and smiled: "Don't worry. I know what I'm doing. Believe me, nothing will happen." His smile was confident and calm, trying to dispel the haze in everyone's hearts and make them believe that they have enough ability to deal with this challenge.

Li Hanhai led the crowd slowly onto the empty square, where everything was illuminated with clarity and brightness. In the square, the massive disk stood silently like a silent giant, its metal surface gleaming with a dazzling, icy sheen under the kiss of the sun, as if revealing its extraordinary origins from the distant stars.

Li Hanhai slowly approached the disk with a steady and confident stride. Each step seemed to tread on the strings of time, precise and rhythmic. As he approached the disk, he slightly raised his spacesuit-encased arm. The movement was light yet imbued with an invisible majesty. He gently waved at the disk, a seemingly simple gesture that seemed to carry a mysterious command.

Instantly, the disc seemed to be infused with a lifelike soul, trembling slightly and emitting a low, dull humming sound, as if it were waking up. Then, it began to rise at an extremely slow and steady pace. The ascent was like a solemn ceremony, without the slightest rush or panic.

Like a well-trained dancer, it gracefully spun and shifted through the air, precisely docking and merging with the massive and majestic warship in the sky. As the two merged, a gentle metallic clash and the characteristic sizzling sound of energy docking intertwined, like a symphony spanning time and space, playing the prelude to this special competition.

Then, as if pushed open by an invisible hand, the warship's base slowly opened, revealing a vast opening. From this opening, a square-shaped martial arts platform slowly descended. The platform's sheer size was breathtaking, and every inch of its surface appeared as if meticulously polished by a craftsman, exhibiting a uniform and dense texture.

In the sunlight, it shimmered with a faint glow, as if telling of its legendary origins, forged from a piece of exceptionally fine iron through countless trials and tribulations. Its descent was as smooth as a falling feather, without the slightest sway or shift, until it landed firmly on the square's ground, stirring up not even a speck of dust, as if it were inherently connected to the very land, one and the same.

Li Hanhai turned to face the crowd, his expression serious and solemn, his eyes revealing an unquestionable majesty. His voice came clearly through the loudspeaker on his spacesuit, echoing throughout the square: "All right, both of you, please take the stage."

Huang Tian narrowed his hawk-like eyes slightly, a glint of excitement and determination flashing in them. He crouched slightly, like a cheetah about to pounce. After a brief moment of gathering strength, he leaped like a flame. His figure traced a graceful and agile arc through the air before landing steadily on the martial arts stage. The moment his feet touched the stage, he stomped lightly a few times, and the stage echoed with a dull, solid sound, as if the stage was protesting him, or acknowledging his strength. Huang Tian raised his head, a look of amazement on his face, and praised sincerely: "This is indeed the method of an immortal! To be able to forge a martial arts arena of this scale with such a huge amount of good iron, even if a saint comes in person, I am afraid it will be difficult to achieve." His eyes revealed admiration for this magical craftsmanship and awe of the unknown power, and at the same time, there was a hint of anticipation for the upcoming battle. After all, it was a rare opportunity to be able to fight against a young master on such a martial arts arena.

Chen Xin'er stood in the audience, her eyes fixed on Lin Feng, filled with worry. Her eyes were red, tears welling up in them, as if ready to burst forth at any moment. She bit her lips so hard they had turned slightly pale, her hands unconsciously twisted together, her body trembling slightly from excessive tension. In her heart, Lin Feng was everything to her, and she couldn't imagine how her world would crumble if Lin Feng made any mistake in this competition.

Chen Yu's brow furrowed, his eyes revealing deep worry. His fists clenched tightly at his sides, his knuckles white from the force, as if he wasn't holding air, but rather his worry and protective desire for Lin Feng. He silently prayed in his heart, hoping that Lin Feng would be safe, while also thinking about how he would rush to protect Lin Feng if something unexpected happened.

Xu Tianze's face was solemn. He looked at Lin Feng from time to time, then at Huang Tian on the stage, silently praying for Lin Feng in his heart. He knew the danger of this competition and understood Lin Feng's determination to fight for love, but his heart was still filled with anxiety.

Lin Feng sensed their concern. He turned and offered them a confident smile. His eyes were filled with comfort and determination, as if telling them he had already mastered the plan. His smile, like sunlight piercing through the haze, brought a slight sense of peace to their hearts. Then, he gently untied the Star Blade from his back and solemnly handed it to Xu Tian. He patted Xu Tian's shoulder, a gentle touch that seemed to convey his trust and strength. Then, he turned to face the martial arts stage. Under Chen Xiner's gaze, filled with worry and expectation, Lin Feng took a deep breath and leaped, landing nimbly on the other side of the stage.

At that moment, Huang Tian and Lin Feng stood on the martial arts stage, their eyes locked. Their glares burned with a fiery fighting spirit, sparks flying through the air. Huang Tian's gaze held the composure of a seasoned warrior, a scrutiny of his opponent. He silently assessed Lin Feng's strength, pondering how to win the competition and preserve the reputation of the Nine Emperors Pavilion without endangering Lin Feng's life. Lin Feng, on the other hand, was filled with fearlessness and determination, a resolve to fight for love and his future. His heart held a single conviction: to persevere for the duration of an incense stick, and to win the chance to spend his life with Chen Xin'er.