Heavenly Rebellion: The Human Race's Rise to Prominence
Chapter 128: Lin Feng vs Wei Jun (3)

Chapter 128: Lin Feng vs Wei Jun (3)

BOOM!

Lin Feng’s fist smashed into Wei Jun’s face, sending the giant tumbling backward. His massive frame crashed into the ground, kicking up a thick cloud of dust and debris.

The shockwave rippled through the battlefield, shaking the very earth beneath them.

But Lin Feng didn’t pause to think. He didn’t need to. His instincts had already taken over.

As his body plummeted toward his fallen opponent, he inhaled sharply before throwing his head back.

AWOO!!!

A second deafening howl tore through the battlefield, carrying the presence of a ruler.

The sheer force of the soundwave slammed into Wei Jun’s mind like an unrelenting storm. His body stiffened—his senses wavered—his thoughts blurred.

The suppressive force of Lin Feng’s spiritual art destabilized his mental faculties once again, forcing him into momentary paralysis.

Lin Feng’s eyes gleamed.

Another opening!

"Blackwood Dominance Art: Wolf Bane!"

A colossal claw materialized before him, condensed from pure darksilver energy. It tore through the air with terrifying momentum, its razor-sharp edges gleaming ominously as it streaked toward Wei Jun’s face.

But this time, Wei Jun refused to let Lin Feng control the pace. A fierce glint flashed in his eyes as his left hand slammed into the ground.

BOOM!

A towering stone pillar erupted from beneath him, surging upward to intercept Lin Feng’s incoming attack.

The battlefield quaked as both spiritual arts hurtled toward each other, seconds away from an explosive collision.

BOOM!

Lin Feng’s claw attack slammed into the rising stone pillar, shattering against its hardened surface.

The sheer force of the impact sent cracks spiderwebbing across the ground, but his strike had been completely nullified.

Before he could adjust, Wei Jun launched another attack. His massive tail lashed out, cutting through the air like a whip and barreling straight toward Lin Feng.

Minimize the damage!

Lin Feng gritted his teeth and instinctively crossed his arms in front of his chest, bracing for impact.

The moment Wei Jun’s tail connected, a thunderous shockwave erupted, forcing Lin Feng backward.

His muscles ached from the sheer force, but before he could recover, Wei Jun’s right hand smashed into the ground once more.

This time, it wasn’t a pillar.

A razor-sharp spike of solid stone shot up from the earth, aimed directly at Lin Feng’s exposed torso.

"Stonehide Dragon Art: Stonehide Dragon Spear!"

Lin Feng’s pupils shrank. He was already mid-air from the previous attack—there was no way to dodge! He had expected Wei Jun to rely on brute strength, not this relentless barrage of stone techniques.

Shit! Isn’t he supposed to be a physical fighter?! Why does he have so many damn tricks?!

BOOM!

The attack struck Lin Feng’s chest with devastating force, sending him hurtling through the air.

This time, he didn’t crash into the ground—his body slammed straight into one of the pavilion’s stone pillars, shattering it on impact.

A sharp pain tore through his back as blood seeped into his robes, staining them crimson.

FUCK!!

Lin Feng barely had time to register the pain before his instincts screamed at him.

Move!

He didn’t hesitate. Forcing his battered body into motion, he kicked off the remains of the broken pillar and launched himself into the air.

BOOM!

A massive boulder came crashing down where he had just been, crushing the ground beneath it and unleashing a shockwave of spiritual energy.

If he had hesitated for even a second, he would have been flattened beneath its weight.

Good thing I was right.

He landed lightly, his body still aching but his mind sharp. He had no time to recover—he needed to keep up the pressure.

Clenching his fists, he prepared to charge forward when Wei Jun’s deep voice suddenly rumbled through the battlefield.

"Lin Feng, right? You’re pretty strong. I can see why Chen Mei would take an interest in you."

Wei Jun stood tall once more, his massive form casting a long shadow over Lin Feng.

The air around him pulsed with powerful spiritual energy, pressing down like an invisible weight.

"You’re only at the seventh level of Qi Condensation, yet you can fight evenly with me, someone at the tenth. Doesn’t that mean that if you reach my level, I won’t even be able to touch a hair on your head?"

He grinned, revealing sharp teeth. Blood trickled from a fresh wound on his face—the very spot where Lin Feng’s attack had landed and even his leg the previous spot Lin Feng had landed an attack was slowly accumulating blood. Even with his formidable defenses, he wasn’t invincible.

I can do this...

Lin Feng’s eyes burned with fierce determination as a suffocating murderous aura began to seep from his body.

He hadn’t forgotten.

This bastard nearly killed Yan Hao and Yan Li. If I don’t beat him half to death, then I won’t be Lin Feng!

At that moment, the tide finally began to turn in Lin Feng’s favor.

As Wei Jun locked eyes with him, Lin Feng caught something the brute was desperately trying to suppress—unease.

Damn, finally. My Alpha Wolf’s Domain is working.

Excitement surged through Lin Feng. On the surface, they seemed evenly matched, but the truth was far from it.

The only reason he had lasted this long was his unnaturally strong physique—without it, he would have been dead already.

Hopefully, my Spirit Suppression Art does its thing and leaves a suppression mark on him.

A flicker of frustration crossed Lin Feng’s mind. The Spirit Suppression Art he had obtained felt redundant alongside his Alpha Wolf’s Domain—both targeted an enemy’s morale.

Worse yet, he had no control over when the suppression mark would take effect, making it feel useless in battle.

I need to merge them. If I can fuse both techniques, I’ll have a true suppression ability!

A tense silence fell over the battlefield.

Then, Wei Jun exhaled heavily, his chest rising and falling like a caged beast.

His fists clenched, and a violent surge of spiritual energy exploded from his body, crackling with raw power. His deep, rumbling voice echoed through the air.

"It doesn’t matter how strong you become in the future or whether I’ll ever get another chance to fight you... because right now, you’re going to die!"

WHOOSH!

A blinding yellow light burst forth, swirling and condensing into a massive double-handed axe. Intricate patterns lined its surface, glowing ominously as it radiated a suffocating spiritual energy pressure.

Lin Feng’s pupils shrank.

Is that... a Spirit Artifact?!

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