Translator: AnubisTL
"He... he dares to provoke a Postnatal Realm disciple?" exclaimed a disciple whose white shorts were embroidered with the image of a beautiful female cultivator, watching Gu Feng's bold advance in astonishment.
At the foot of Carp Mountain, the disciples were dumbfounded, their mouths slightly agape, overwhelmed by the scene.
On the surface, a first-level Postnatal Realm cultivator was only slightly stronger than a peak Qi Refining Realm cultivator, but the gap between them was immeasurable.
When a cultivator breaks through to the Postnatal Realm, their physical constitution begins to gradually transform toward the Innate Body. Whether it's the capacity for spiritual energy in their Dantian, or their physical strength, endurance, and speed, all are greatly enhanced.
Moreover, their Martial Skills and weapons are upgraded from Mortal Grade to Spirit Grade, increasing their overall combat power several times over, significantly reducing the possibility of a Qi Refining Realm cultivator defeating a Postnatal Realm one.
It was undeniable that Gu Feng was strong—he was unrivaled within the Qi Refining Realm. But to think he could leap across a major realm and challenge a Postnatal Realm cultivator seemed far-fetched.
"He has no idea how terrifying the Postnatal Realm is!" gritted a disciple in floral-patterned shorts, his face filled with resentment.
Gu Feng had forcibly stripped him of his robe, exposing his patched floral shorts and making him the laughingstock of the crowd.
"He's too arrogant. Does he really think he's invincible?"
"Damn it, not only his 100 million Spirit Stones, but our belongings are now in the hands of these perverts."
"A pipe dream, destined to be just that!"
"..."
After a brief moment of shock, the cultivators at the foot of Carp Mountain looked on with scorn, eagerly anticipating the scene of Gu Feng being beaten to a pulp.
As for Gu Feng, the moment his feet landed at the entrance of the cave abode, he launched an attack on the Postnatal Realm disciple.
"Carp Mountain is not a place for you to run wild!" Huang Hetian, the Postnatal Realm disciple, narrowed his eyes, a fierce light bursting from his pupils. Being provoked by a Qi Refining Realm cultivator filled him with humiliation.
Huang Hetian had been a genius since childhood, and after joining the Sunset Glow Sect, he had advanced rapidly. He had always been the one to challenge others across realms; no one had ever dared to challenge him.
He recognized Gu Feng's strength, and even admitted that he couldn't match him within the same Qi Refining Realm. But to think of challenging him across realms was simply naive.
"Seeking death!" Feeling Gu Feng's overwhelming battle intent, Huang Hetian roared in anger, his entire body's Spiritual Power surging, dazzling spiritual light shining on his surface, as if clad in a crystalline battle armor.
His eyes were like lightning, majestic and awe-inspiring. At some point, a purple-gold war halberd appeared in his hand.
Clang—
Under his control, the eighteen runes on the surface of the war halberd shone brightly, its sharp aura sweeping in all directions, making his figure appear even more towering.
With a backhand swing of the war halberd toward the charging Gu Feng, a surging wave of Spiritual Power, like a tsunami, swept out, lifting several meter-high boulders at the cave entrance into the air, the momentum overwhelming.
Gu Feng's gaze was steady, his expression unperturbed in the face of Huang Hetian's war halberd. He had an invincible belief, and a mere Postnatal Realm cultivator was nothing in his eyes.
Boom—
Under the astonished gazes of the crowd, Gu Feng's fist collided fiercely with the war halberd, the two unmatched Spiritual Powers intertwining, bursting into dazzling light, causing their eyes to sting.
Through the blinding light, they saw both Gu Feng and Huang Hetian take a step back, only to collide again at an incredible speed, the rumbling sounds echoing in all directions.
"Perhaps someone could defeat me across realms, but that person is definitely not you!" Huang Hetian's furious roar echoed through Carp Mountain, his black hair wildly dancing, his face fierce, filled with anger.
"You're overthinking it!" Gu Feng responded with just few brief words, then let out a low roar, increasing the intensity of his attacks once more, his fist glowing brilliantly, striking horizontally at the war halberd.
Clang—
Clang—
The earth-shattering collisions between fist and spiritual weapon happened every moment, the clanging sounds incessant.
At the center of their collision, it was as if fireworks were blooming, dazzling and splendid, pounding against the hearts of the onlookers.
It was truly astonishing, to the point that those below were dumbstruck, their eyes bulging, mouths open wide enough to fit a goose egg, frantically swallowing their saliva, their breathing exceptionally difficult.
How much ferocious power was contained within Gu Feng's not-so-imposing figure?
He was using his bare fists to directly confront a spiritual weapon—such an exaggerated scene they had never witnessed before. What was even more terrifying was that Gu Feng wasn't using any kind of weapon like gloves.
"This body is invincible!" murmured a peak Qi Refining disciple in red shorts, his face filled with fear, repeatedly weighing in his heart whether he could withstand Gu Feng's earth-shattering iron fists if he were in Huang Hetian's place.
The answer was no. Not only could he not withstand it, but he would likely struggle to even preserve his life.
"It's obvious that Gu Feng was holding back earlier," another peak Qi Refining disciple whispered, the resentment and hatred in his eyes gradually fading, replaced by reverence.
The gap between them and Gu Feng was simply too vast; they weren't even in the same league. The fact that Gu Feng had entangled with them for the time it takes to burn an incense stick showed that he had given them plenty of face.
"Could he actually defeat a Postnatal Realm cultivator?" Yu Ying, who had been completely robbed, gazed at the figure engaged in fierce combat with Huang Hetian above, her beautiful eyes shimmering.
She had once fought alongside Gu Feng, and even then, the combat prowess he displayed had filled her with awe, even admiration and infatuation. After returning to the Sunset Glow Sect, she immediately retreated to Carp Mountain for intensive training, hoping to narrow the gap between them.
Yet, merely two months later, Gu Feng's strength had skyrocketed once more, reaching a level she could no longer hope to match.
Staring blankly at that figure, Yu Ying felt both dazed and despondent. After a brief moment of stunned silence, she dispelled the budding emotions in her heart and regained her usual spirited demeanor.
She was Yu Ying, the "Ying" of spirited and heroic. Gu Feng was destined for greatness. Since she couldn't catch up, she would simply watch his back and offer her deepest blessings.
Wu Qi, Tuoba Lei, Guo Renkai, and the others, in the midst of their shock, roared wildly without restraint. Gu Feng's strength had driven them nearly to madness, and they would never have to worry about being bullied by others again.
Clang—
Another fierce collision, and Huang Hetian stumbled back several dozen steps, gradually falling behind in his contest with Gu Feng.
He knew that if he continued to match brute force with Gu Feng, he would inevitably lose. Although this outcome was hard for him to believe, it was the truth.
The Gu Feng before him was like a primordial beast in human skin, containing endless power within, each fist strike more ferocious than the last, making it difficult for him to parry.
His hands gripping the war halberd trembled violently, and even his arms began to cramp.
"Gu Feng, you are indeed strong, but to defeat me, you'll need to cultivate for another ten thousand years!" Huang Hetian roared, pouring all his Spiritual Power into the war halberd, as if activating some kind of Martial Skill.
"Can't even hold onto your war halberd after I've beaten you, and still you boast!" Gu Feng sneered, his legs suddenly pushing off the ground, shooting forward like an arrow from a bow.
"Blood Battle in All Directions!" Huang Hetian's face twisted in ferocity as he swung his war halberd, his body moving at high speed.
Dozens of war halberd phantoms appeared in the field, each glowing with a blood-red light, rapidly closing in on Gu Feng while aiming for his vital points.
The air was filled with a wailing sound, blood-red light everywhere, sharp and dense. Several large rocks at the cave entrance were sliced into countless pieces, scattering in all directions, and the ground they passed over was scraped clean.
This was a terrifying, heaven-defying Martial Skill, exuding a chilling aura that made the cultivators near Huang Hetian's cave abode shiver.
Several disciples also in the Postnatal Realm had solemn expressions, frowning in thought.
Even though it wasn't the first time they had seen this Martial Skill, they still couldn't think of a way to counter it. It seemed the only option was to confront it head-on.
At this moment, Gu Feng felt a twinge of regret. If only he hadn't been pressed for time and had managed to practice the two Martial Skills Zhu Qingyan had taught him, he wouldn't feel so out of options now.
Huang Hetian's Blood Battle in All Directions was so tightly woven that there was no room to dodge.
If that's the case!
Then head-on it is!
He bent his legs, sinking into a horse stance on the spot, and just as the crowd thought he was about to unleash some earth-shattering Martial Skill, the sounds of "Hmph" and "Ha" reverberated through the heavens.
His arms, like motors, began delivering high-frequency strikes.
"Boom, boom, boom—"
A wall of fist shadows formed a meter in front of him, blocking the frenzied Blood Battle in All Directions.
The sounds of "Hmph" and "Ha" intertwined with the rumbling, shaking the hearts of the onlookers, who couldn't help but wonder—did the Sunset Glow Sect have such a defensive Martial Skill?
"That's not a Martial Skill. Gu Feng used brute force and high-frequency strikes to create a wall of fist shadows, blocking Huang Hetian's Blood Battle in All Directions!" As he spoke, a Postnatal Realm disciple's mouth twitched, and his eyelids fluttered rapidly.
Gu Feng's method of attack was too crude. Faced with his opponent's trump card Martial Skill, he merely used brute force to counter it. How much did he look down on Huang Hetian!
Seeing his signature Martial Skill blocked by brute force, Huang Hetian's expression grew increasingly ugly, gradually twisting into ferocity!
He gnashed his teeth, roaring as he swung his war halberd until it smoked, yet even with all his might, he couldn't break through the wall of fist shadows before Gu Feng.
As the fight dragged on, Huang Hetian discovered a tragic truth: he had tried to avoid matching brute force with Gu Feng by using Blood Battle in All Directions.
Yet Gu Feng's barbaric response had dragged him back into a contest of raw strength.
Now, he couldn't weaken his attacks, nor could he withdraw Blood Battle in All Directions, or else the countless fist shadows before him would strike his body.
Thus—
He had no choice but to grit his teeth and fight on, but he had underestimated Gu Feng, this freak of stamina.
Just as the Spiritual Power in his Dantian was about to run dry, Gu Feng on the opposite side remained full of vigor, not a trace of fatigue on his brow, his eyes instead flashing with mockery. The sounds of "Hmph" and "Ha" from his mouth pushed Huang Hetian's mental defenses to the brink of collapse.
"I, Huang Hetian, will not be defeated by such wild punches!" Huang Hetian's eyes were bloodshot, his face twisted, biting the tip of his tongue to summon a last burst of strength, determined to defy the heavens.
"Wild punches can beat a master, let alone a punk like you. Be defeated!"
Gu Feng chuckled lightly, his offensive suddenly escalating another level.
Boom, boom, boom—
A dense barrage of fist shadows rained down like a storm, and the crowd could only watch as the wall of fist shadows before Gu Feng rapidly advanced.
Huang Hetian's Martial Skill was shattered, his head, face, chest, and even his groin struck by countless fist shadows.
Screams filled the air, blood splattered, and his body, like a kite, swayed amidst the sea of fist shadows.
After a few breaths, the commotion subsided, and Huang Hetian lay on the ground, his face bruised and swollen, tears and snot streaming, barely breathing.
As for Gu Feng, he was already stripping off Huang Hetian's clothes.
(End of the Chapter)
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