Martial Arts Overlord-Chapter 722 - 720: Master Is Master

"So, that's how it is."

Luo Feng looked at the massive black stone at the city gate and slowly nodded.

Seeing Luo Feng's calm expression, the female Saber Master's eyes shifted slightly, and she spoke, "This massive stone is made from thousand-year Cold Pattern Iron. A piece the size of a fingernail weighs as much as a grown man. It is extremely heavy; even a Martial Artist in the ninth tier of the Meridian Wheel Realm would find it difficult to move this thousand-year Cold Pattern Iron."

"No wonder that Martial Artist just now couldn't move it. He is probably only a Martial Artist in the eighth tier of the Meridian Wheel Realm," Luo Feng nodded.

The female Saber Master, seeing Luo Feng's unperturbed demeanor, couldn't help her curiosity. "Aren't you worried at all?"

Before Luo Feng could respond, Yan Hu, who had been standing nearby, stepped forward, smiled at the female Saber Master, and said, "Perhaps your concern should be *for* the thousand-year Cold Pattern Iron?"

Worried about the thousand-year Cold Pattern Iron? The female Saber Master's pretty face showed a trace of confusion, not understanding his meaning.

"You'll understand soon."

Yan Hu glanced at Luo Feng, laughing heartily without further explanation.

People streamed toward the city gate, each displaying their martial arts as they attempted to move the Cold Pattern Iron. Most were unable to shift it and had to leave in frustration.

"Let's go in."

Seeing that their turn was approaching, Luo Feng said to Yan Hu and the female Saber Master.

As they moved towards the city gate, the sight of the two Red Flame Tigers beside Yan Hu immediately attracted the attention of those nearby.

"To enter the city, you must move this piece of thousand-year Cold Pattern Iron one step from its current position!"

The guard captain sternly swept his gaze over the three before his eyes finally rested on Luo Feng.

"Hahaha... Interesting, I'll go first!"

Yan Hu let out a hearty laugh, flexed his fists, and strode over to the thousand-year Cold Pattern Iron, reaching out with one hand to grasp it.

HUM!

The thousand-year Cold Pattern Iron, nearly twice a man's height, was lifted by Yan Hu with one hand, exuding a formidable aura.

Too light...

Shaking his head, Yan Hu shifted his hand, and cracks immediately spread out beneath his feet. The thousand-year Cold Pattern Iron flew into the air with a whoosh, soaring nearly a hundred feet high.

"Ah!"

"Back up!"

"Back!"

The people nearby were startled by Yan Hu's display and screamed in alarm. Even the guard captain looked on with a wary expression.

This thousand-year Cold Pattern Iron, weighing an immense amount, many thousands of catties, would crush anyone below the third tier of the Spiritual Rotation Realm into a meat patty if it were to fall from such a height.

Everyone hastily retreated in panic.

WHOOSH!

The Iron soared to over three hundred feet before plummeting, the wind it generated sharp and piercing.

BANG!

Under the watchful and astonished eyes of the crowd, Yan Hu reached out a hand and firmly caught the falling stone, the resulting gale forcing those nearby to squint.

"Your friend is frighteningly powerful."

Watching Yan Hu catch the thousand-year Cold Pattern Iron with one hand, the female Saber Master couldn't help but gasp in wonder as she moistened her lips with her tongue.

Luo Feng gave a casual smile, neither agreeing nor denying. The physical strength of Wild Tribe members was already incredibly formidable. Moreover, since Yan Hu could tame Red Flame Tigers, his strength must exceed the fifth tier of the Spiritual Rotation Realm.

"As expected of the Wild Tribe, such powerful strength!"

"I was scared to death just now. I thought I was going to die."

"Me too..."

The Martial Artists nearby were also in a heated discussion. Remembering the terrifying scene, many felt a lingering fear.

At this point, before one commotion could die down, another arose.

Yan Hu had toyed with the thousand-year Cold Pattern Iron for a while then, seeming bored, asked the guard captain beside him, "Can I enter now?"

"Yes..." The guard captain, regaining his senses, glanced at Yan Hu, obviously wary.

Yan Hu turned to Luo Feng, grinned, and said, "Catch!"

With that, he bent his knees and hurled the thousand-year Cold Pattern Iron towards Luo Feng.

Shit!

The nearby Martial Artists, who had just regained their composure, watched in horror as the thousand-year Cold Pattern Iron hurtled towards them at lightning speed. Their faces paled. If anyone were hit, they would be obliterated, not even their bones remaining.

Just then, a figure darted out.

WHOOSH! 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

Luo Feng's figure flashed, moving like a phantom, and he placed his right palm against the thousand-year Cold Pattern Iron. He then stopped, his body trembling slightly, and the lightning-fast thousand-year Cold Pattern Iron came to an abrupt halt.

BOOM!

The massive stone fell to the ground, sending stone fragments flying.

Everyone's eyes fell on the thousand-year Cold Pattern Iron, and immediately, a collective gasp went through the crowd.

On the Cold Pattern Iron was a clear palm imprint, a testament to the astounding power of Luo Feng's seemingly casual palm strike moments before.

"What terrifying palm power, to leave a handprint on the thousand-year Cold Pattern Iron! This man's strength is likely on par with that Wild Tribe member's!" A wandering Martial Artist who had failed to pass earlier looked at the handprint, his face full of shock.

"Looking at his age, he's only about sixteen or seventeen. With this level of strength, he must be an extraordinary genius. I wonder who he is."

"I've never seen him. He's probably a genius from another dynasty."

"Yeah, that must be it. The duel between Yi Tian and Luo Feng is approaching. The Imperial City is truly full of crouching tigers and hidden dragons these days. We must act cautiously from now on to avoid provoking unnecessary trouble."

"Well said..."

Everyone looked at Luo Feng with curiosity and amazement.

The female Saber Master who had spoken with Luo Feng was staring wide-eyed, a look of utter disbelief on her face.

The city guard captain overseeing the test took a shallow breath, glanced at Qing Ling standing beside Luo Feng, and announced, "Those under fourteen are exempt from the test. You may enter."

"Thank you." Luo Feng sighed with relief. Just as he was about to beckon everyone to go in, Qing Ling tugged at his sleeve. "Master, I can move that rock."

Luo Feng was startled, then smiled. "Then go try. No need to force it."

He was also quite curious about Qing Ling's current strength.

Qing Ling nodded and walked to the massive stone.

When people saw someone else stepping forward, the whispers in the vicinity gradually faded. When they saw the figure standing in front of the stone was only a twelve or thirteen-year-old girl, the crowd was stunned.

"What is this little girl doing? Does she think she can move this thousand-year Cold Pattern Iron?"

"Probably just a child playing around. No need to take it seriously."

"Yes, that must be it..."

HIYAH!

While everyone was speculating, Qing Ling clenched her small fist, gave a light shout, and threw a punch. Her figure was as graceful as a fluttering butterfly. The green ribbon on her chest danced in the wind, and the golden bell attached to it chimed melodiously.

BOOM!

Her seemingly frail fist landed on the thousand-year Cold Pattern Iron, and the air suddenly seemed to explode. The massive stone, nearly twice a man's height, rumbled and rolled nearly ten paces away.

"How is this possible!"

The surrounding crowd stared at Qing Ling in astonishment. Those Martial Artists who had failed the test earlier were flushed with shame; they were actually weaker than a twelve or thirteen-year-old girl.

Luo Feng was also stunned for a moment. He hadn't expected Qing Ling, even unawakened, to possess such formidable strength, enough to contend with ninth-tier Meridian Wheel Realm Martial Artists.

The few experts among the guards exchanged glances, equally unable to hide their surprise.

"Master, Qing Ling did it!"

Walking lightly back to Luo Feng, Qing Ling looked up at him, her clear eyes shining, her breathing slightly quickened.

"That's impressive."

Luo Feng ruffled Qing Ling's small head and praised her. At her age, he wouldn't have been able to budge an ordinary rock, let alone a thousand-year Cold Pattern Iron of this size.

"Thank you, Master."

Hearing Luo Feng's praise, Qing Ling's clear eyes curved into crescents, and a faint blush spread across her small face.

After passing the test, the three of them entered the city amidst the awe-struck gazes of the crowd.

Azure Sky City, true to its name as the capital of the Canglang Dynasty, impressed Luo Feng the moment he stepped inside.

What met his eyes were magnificent buildings rising straight from the ground. Between them flowed turquoise streams, and exquisitely crafted stone bridges were scattered about like stars. Various mounts were constantly moving to and fro, their reflections shimmering in the water, rippled by the breeze. At a glance, it was like arriving in a city built on water.

"What a city, its waters renowned as the finest under heaven!" Luo Feng exclaimed, drawing a deep breath.

Yan Hu patted the two Red Flame Tigers squatting beside him and looked at Luo Feng. "Feng Luo, my uncle has a tavern in the south of the city. Would you like to go for a drink?"

Luo Feng glanced at the chains faintly visible beneath Qing Ling's skirt and shook his head. "No, thank you. I still have things to do."

"Then I'll take my leave. I'll be waiting for you at the South Mountain Tavern in ten days! We'll have a good, hearty battle then!" Yan Hu said.

"Alright."

"Farewell! Let's go, boys!"

Yan Hu whistled, then leapt onto one of the Red Flame Tigers. With another bound, it jumped across a river more than ten meters wide, causing a stir among onlookers. In moments, he vanished without a trace.

Watching Yan Hu leave, Luo Feng shook his head and turned to Qing Ling. "Qing Ling, I'm going to take you to meet someone."

Hearing this, Qing Ling looked up at Luo Feng. "Is it someone you know, Master?"

"Yes, she once saved me. She should be able to help you remove your chains." Luo Feng nodded, smiling. "Moreover, she's from the Demon Eye Clan, just like you."

Qing Ling's identity as a member of the Demon Eye Clan had to be kept secret. The only one in the Imperial City who could help Qing Ling remove her chains was Yingkui, who was also from the Demon Eye Clan.

"Okay."

Hearing that her chains could be removed, Qing Ling's eyes lit up slightly, and she responded softly.

"By the way, I haven't told you my identity yet."

Luo Feng paused, looking at Qing Ling with a chuckle. "My name is Luo Feng. I am this year's Martial Champion of the Six Southern Domains."

Luo Feng, Luo Feng... Qing Ling, Qing Ling... both names have two characters...

Qing Ling tilted her small head, murmured softly, then nodded, a slight smile playing on her lips.

"Aren't you surprised? The one who will duel Yi Tian tomorrow is me."

Gazing at the gently smiling girl before him, Luo Feng spoke.

Qing Ling nodded, then shook her head. She tugged at Luo Feng's sleeve, looked at him with those clear, transparent eyes, and said earnestly,

"Master is Master."

Seeing Qing Ling's adorable manner, Luo Feng couldn't help but smile. Suddenly, he caught the scent of cooking. Glancing to the side, he saw a beautifully decorated three-story tavern.

Smelling the food, Luo Feng realized he was rather hungry. He then recalled that he hadn't eaten anything all day since leaving Flame Rock Canyon. He turned to Qing Ling and said,

"Let's go get something to eat first."