The Art of Chaotic Divinity-Chapter 928: Opening One Hundred Meridian Gates

"Brother Feng... Xiaofan..."

Those who had walked alongside Ling Feng and his team since their days as yellow-tier students stared fixedly at the sword fighting platform, their hearts silently praying: You must win. You must win! fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com

Deng Yongshi finally stopped shaking her grandfather's arm. Her beautiful eyes remained locked on Ling Feng as she murmured, "Even with such severe injuries, he still refuses to give up?"

"Sigh..."

General Deng sighed softly. It wasn't that Ling Feng wasn't strong enough, Xuanyuan Pozhen's strength was just too terrifying.

The ten-year age gap between them was decisive for geniuses of their caliber.

Beside them, Tiger Awe Marshal Cai Yong also shook his head. "To have held out this long is already remarkable. Truly worthy of being a descendant of the Cai family!"

"Mmhm!"

Cai Yan bit her lip and nodded firmly. Watching Ling Feng's unyielding back, she couldn't help but feel a surge of reverence.

...

On the sword fighting platform.

Droplets of blood fell steadily to the ground.

Drip. Drip.

Ling Feng ignored the blood streaming from his wounds, his grip on the Eradicator of Realms unshaken. Behind him, in the flag-guarding area, Mu Qianxue clenched her teeth, resisting the urge to rush forward and assist. Instead, she channeled her healing aura tirelessly, replenishing the true qi of her three teammates.

But after such prolonged exertion, even her stamina was beginning to wane.

"Junior Sister Mu, stop wasting your energy now!"

Gong Cheng's voice reached her ears as he steadied her swaying figure. "There's only one strike left. I believe Ling Feng can endure it. You must conserve your strength to help him defeat the Fourth Prince!"

Mu Qianxue pressed her lips together, then nodded firmly at Gong Cheng's resolute gaze.

...

"Hahahaha!"

The Fourth Prince's laughter echoed as he watched Xuanyuan Pozhen completely overpower Ling Feng.

After only the second strike, Ling Feng was already gravely wounded.

The third strike promised to be ten times more powerful than the second.

Moreover, the Tianfeng Sword Team's flag keeper was beginning to show signs of exhaustion.

At that moment, the Fourth Prince felt victory was certain.

He knew that with one final blow from Xuanyuan Pozhen, the Tianfeng Sword Team's last hope would be utterly destroyed.

"Come. One more strike!"

Ling Feng tapped several acupoints near his wounds to stem the bleeding, then raised the Eradicator of Realms once more. His eyes locked onto Xuanyuan Pozhen as he spoke deliberately.

"This strike will still hold nothing back." Xuanyuan Pozhen's smile faded. "If you cannot withstand it, you may die."

"You won't know unless we try!"

Ling Feng grinned. Then, under the gaze of the entire audience, he unleashed a roar that shook the heavens.

Boom!

The void trembled. At the center of the ninety-nine meridian gates surrounding Ling Feng's body, one final, extraordinary gate burst open. It pulsed with a chaotic glow, as if it were the nucleus of the other ninety-nine.

"One... one hundredth meridian gate!"

"What? One hundred meridian gates?"

"Heavens!"

The crowd erupted. Every single spectator shot to their feet, trembling with disbelief.

Ling Feng had been hiding one last meridian gate all along. The hundredth meridian gate!

"How is this possible? I thought ninety-nine was the limit! Why is there a hundredth?"

"Am I dreaming? Is that really a meridian gate?"

Countless martial artists rubbed their eyes in shock. The radiance emanating from Ling Feng's body, that overwhelming aura, seemed to carry the very will of heaven and earth. It was maddening.

"Wow! One hundred meridian gates!"

"Boss will always be the boss!"

"This is unprecedented! No one will ever surpass this!"

The entire arena went wild, chanting Ling Feng's name like a mantra.

Even the high judges on the podium, veterans who had held their positions for decades, were struck dumb. If ninety-nine meridian gates marked a genius rivaling ancient legends, then one hundred gates surpassed them entirely.

"This little monster!"

General Deng's expression grew blank as he looked at his granddaughter, Deng Yongshi, who was glowing with excitement. For a moment, he couldn't help but think about marrying her off to Ling Feng.

"Hahaha! Such an outstanding genius must be a descendant of my Cai family!"

Marshal Cai Yong had already decided. Win or lose, once the match ended, he would move heaven and earth to "reclaim" Ling Feng into the family lineage.

As for that damned consent form? To hell with it!

Only Yan Cangtian, hidden among the crowd, had a faint smile at the corner of his mouth. He had long known Ling Feng's true strength. His last disciple was exactly such a peerless monster who surpassed all those who came before him!

On the dragon throne, even the Tianbai King gripped the armrests so tightly that the gold warped under his fingers.

Such talent. Such monstrous potential.

Even as a ruler, he couldn't help but feel a pang of envy.

If Ling Feng does not fall, his future rise to Great Emperor is absolutely certain.

Beside him, the Empress Dowager's expression darkened. Ling Feng's freakishness kept shattering her expectations.

This must be the Ling family's hidden secret. It has to be!

She took a deep breath, her eyes gleaming with insight. One thing was certain: she hadn't abandoned her plans to extract the secrets of The Profound Art of Acupuncture and Moxibustion from Ling Feng.

But now, she would need to rearrange her schemes entirely.

...

On the sword fighting platform.

The fierce battles came to a temporary halt.

When Yan Jinghong saw Ling Feng's hundredth meridian gate, his face turned ashen.

This bastard wasn't even using his full strength against me?

The ant he once thought he could crush underfoot had become someone he could only look up to.

The bitterness was unbearable. Rage surged in Yan Jinghong's chest, and he redirected his fury toward Li Bufan, attacking with even greater ferocity.

If he couldn't defeat Ling Feng, he would take it out on his brother!

The Fourth Prince's teeth ground together so hard they nearly cracked.

A hundred meridian gates. A peerless monster like this... If I can't have him, I'll destroy him at all cost!

His hand slowly drifted toward his sword. If Xuanyuan Pozhen's final strike failed to kill Ling Feng, he would deliver the finishing blow himself.

Xuanyuan Pozhen, facing the overwhelming pressure of Ling Feng's hundred meridian gates, wore an expression of exhilaration instead of fear.

"Good! Excellent! To have such an opponent excites me beyond measure!"

"My third strike is called Soul Severer!"

His golden hair whipped wildly in the wind, obscuring his handsome features. The energy around him grew volatile, the evil qi so dense it pierced through the sword fighting platform's energy barrier.

A storm of razor-sharp winds engulfed Tianwei Square. Palace guards leapt into action, layering protective barriers to shield the spectators from the rampant energy.

A grave look flashed in Ling Feng's eyes. He raised his sword high, condensing every ounce of power within him for the final clash.

The entire crowd held its breath.

The battle between these two peerless monsters would be decided by this final sword strike.

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