Heavenly Rebellion: The Human Race's Rise to Prominence
Chapter 127: Lin Feng vs Wei Jun (2)

Chapter 127: Lin Feng vs Wei Jun (2)

BOOM!

A massive shockwave of spiritual energy erupted, sending tremors rippling through the ground.

Dust and debris shot into the air as Lin Feng and Wei Jun clashed at the center of the battlefield.

The sheer force of their collision cracked the earth beneath them, and for a brief moment, the pavilion trembled under the weight of their power.

Wei Jun narrowed his eyes, his lips curling into a sneer.

"Hoh?! You’re more capable than I thought, you little ant. But raw strength alone won’t be enough to defeat me!"

They instinctively stepped back from the clash, each gauging the other, but Wei Jun was the first to strike.

His tail lashed out like a coiled serpent striking its prey, cutting through the air with terrifying speed.

Still reeling from the impact, Lin Feng barely had time to react before the whip-like appendage came barreling toward him.

I need to mov—

BOOM!

Too late.

The strike slammed into Lin Feng’s torso with crushing force, sending him flying across the courtyard.

He crashed into the ground, the impact leaving a long trench in his wake as dust and rubble scattered around him.

A sharp pain flared in his ribs, and when he coughed, he tasted iron—blood.

Damn it...

Wei Jun loomed above him like an unstoppable force, his dark brown spiritual energy pulsing like waves of molten earth.

There was no respite—Lin Feng had no time to catch his breath before another attack came hurtling toward him.

His pupils shrank as he saw it.

A massive boulder, crackling with spiritual energy, hurtled toward him like a meteor.

Wei Jun wasn’t giving him a moment to breathe—his attacks were relentless, precise, and meant to crush Lin Feng before he could even recover.

But this time, Lin Feng was ready.

Just as the boulder threatened to flatten him, he gathered darksilver energy, channeling it into his fist. His muscles coiled with tension as he inhaled sharply. Then—

"Blackwood Dominance Art: Darksilver Obliteration!"

BOOM!

His fist tore through the boulder, shattering it into a hailstorm of debris. Splintered rock fragments crashed into the pavilion buildings, while others splashed into the lake below, sending waves rippling outward.

For a fleeting moment, Lin Feng’s gaze flickered toward the sidelines, his mind racing. Yan Hao, Yan Li—are they safe?

But he couldn’t afford to worry about them now.

If he lost focus for even a second, Wei Jun would seize the opportunity to finish him. He had no choice but to trust that Chen Si would protect them.

I won’t let him control the pace anymore.

It’s time to move.

WHOOSH!

Lin Feng surged forward, vanishing into the lingering dust cloud left by the shattered boulder.

His movements were swift, calculated—his smaller frame a natural advantage against the hulking giant.

Circling around Wei Jun like a predator stalking its prey, he funneled spiritual energy into his claws. His eyes gleamed with a cold, sharp light as he lunged.

"Blackwood Dominance Art: Wolf Bane!"

BOOM!

A shockwave burst from the impact, sending darksilver light rippling across the battlefield. A guttural grunt of pain escaped from Wei Jun’s throat as he staggered back.

But he recovered instantly.

With a furious bellow, Wei Jun sent a massive punch rocketing toward Lin Feng, his fist a blur of destruction.

"You damn ant!"

Lin Feng’s instincts screamed at him to dodge, but before he could move, something shifted beneath his feet.

The earth hardened—a mound of stone surged up, binding him in place.

His muscles strained as he tried to break free, but the stone was unlike anything he had encountered before.

It was reinforced, infused with spiritual energy.

His expression darkened.

Fuck—!

SMASH!

Wei Jun’s punch connected, slamming Lin Feng into the ground with the force of a falling mountain.

A devastating shockwave exploded outward, fracturing the earth in all directions.

A wave of pain wracked his body as blood sprayed from his lips.

He felt that one.

His head spun, his vision blurred. A dull ringing filled his ears.

Shit, I’m getting dizzy...

Wei Jun gave him no time to recover.

As Lin Feng struggled to push himself up, a chilling sensation crawled down his spine—danger was approaching fast.

His instincts screamed at him, and he snapped his head up just in time to see a massive stone pillar hurtling toward him, its surface crackling with dense spiritual energy.

"Stonehide Dragon Art: Stonehide Pillars!"

Pillars?

Before he could react, the ground trembled violently.

Three additional stone pillars erupted from beneath the earth, each surging with power.

They shot toward him from different angles, closing in like a deadly cage.

The sheer force behind them sent waves of pressure crashing down on him, making the air thick with crushing weight.

Lin Feng’s heart pounded. If he got caught in this attack, even his improved physique wouldn’t be enough—he’d be lucky to escape without severe injuries.

I need to dodge—!

His body moved before his mind did.

He gathered spiritual energy into his legs and leapt with everything he had.

The pillars collided beneath him with a thunderous crash, their combined force causing the very ground to quake. Chunks of shattered stone flew in all directions.

Lin Feng, now airborne, didn’t hesitate.

This time, he trusted his instincts.

Spiritual energy surged within him, coiling in his lungs like a compressed storm. His eyes sharpened, and then—

AWOO!!!

A powerful howl erupted from Lin Feng’s throat, shaking the battlefield like a thunderclap. The air trembled, rippling outward as dust and debris scattered from the sheer force of his cry.

Wei Jun’s massive body stiffened, his muscles locking up for just a couple of seconds under the assault of the soundwave.

His eyes widened in surprise, but before he could break free—

WHOOSH!

Lin Feng dashed forward, seizing the moment.

His body became a blur, closing the distance in an instant.

Spiritual energy surged around his fist, darksilver light crackling like lightning as he gathered every ounce of strength into his strike. His eyes locked onto Wei Jun’s face—his target was clear.

"Blackwood Dominance Art: Darksilver Obliteration!"

With a sharp exhale, Lin Feng drove his fist forward, unleashing a devastating blow.