Heavenly Rebellion: The Human Race's Rise to Prominence
Chapter 64: Lin Feng vs Yi Bei (1)

Chapter 64: Lin Feng vs Yi Bei (1)

AWOOO!!!

A powerful soundwave rippled through the surroundings, unleashing a suppressive force that swiftly shattered the poisonous fog emanating from Yi Bei.

Unfortunately for Lin Feng, the suppressive effects had little impact on his opponent, who was already at the 8th level of Qi Condensation.

However, it served its purpose, allowing him to quickly disperse Yi Bei’s attack.

Yi Bei hadn’t expected his poisonous fog to be dispelled so easily, but he quickly recovered from his surprise, retreating as he pointed his webbed finger forward.

Emerald Poison Art: Poison Arrows!

Numerous green, poison-laced arrows materialized around Yi Bei before shooting toward Lin Feng in a deadly storm.

Yet, instead of dodging, Lin Feng charged straight at him, shocking Yi Bei once again.

Let’s try something out—I think I can be more creative with my attacks, Lin Feng thought, his gaze locked on the incoming barrage.

The arrows tore through the air with blistering speed, leaving him no room to evade.

"Let’s see who kills who first—your poison or my claws!" Lin Feng’s eyes blazed with killing intent as a fierce spiritual aura erupted from his body.

It surged to his right hand, sharpening into clawed fingers that gleamed like steel.

Blackwood Dominance Art: Wolf Blade!

A sharp blade of dark-silver light erupted from Feng’s right hand, surging forward and slicing through the air with lethal precision.

Yi Bei’s eyes widened in shock—he clearly hadn’t expected a physical fighter like Lin Feng to unleash such a powerful long-range strike.

With no time to dodge, he crossed his arms to block the incoming blow.

BOOM!

The impact sent Yi Bei flying backward, his body skidding across the ground in a spray of dust and shattered earth.

A searing pain tore through his forearms—when he glanced down, his sleeves were shredded, and fresh blood dripped from deep, jagged gashes.

"This bastard..." he growled, his voice low and dangerous. A mix of pain and disbelief flashed across his face as crimson streaks stained his arms.

Lin Feng’s power was far more dangerous than he had anticipated.

He quickly looked up to check if his poison had taken effect and spotted the green blotches on Feng’s body.

But before he could celebrate, Lin Feng rushed forward once again, ignoring the sizzling pain from the poison as he grinned.

"I’m pretty confident in my physique. How confident are you in your poison?" Feng shouted as he closed the gap, dark-silver spiritual energy surging into his fist, radiating a powerful aura of dominance.

Yi Bei hesitated, unsure whether to retreat or counterattack—and that brief moment of hesitation cost him the initiative in the fight.

SMASH!

Yi Bei, a powerful cultivator at the 8th level of Qi Condensation, was sent flying again, crashing into the ground as rocks and dust scattered.

After a few moments, he slowly stood, spitting out a mouthful of blood before wiping it away.

"I underestimated you, brat. Your physical body is far stronger than even a normal Beast-Type Cultivator... did you figure out a way to cultivate your body?"

Yi Bei asked, his eyes filled with malice.

"Although, seeing the state you’re in, I guess we both underestimated each other, huh?" Yi Bei sneered, his voice laced with sarcasm as he cast a pointed glance at Lin Feng’s battered form.

Despite the blood trickling down his own arms, he couldn’t resist mocking his opponent’s ragged appearance.

Feng was breathing heavily, his arms covered in green poisonous blotches that sizzled, making him wince in pain from time to time.

Yet, he didn’t let it show on his face, his murderous gaze locked onto Yi Bei.

Hey, system, how much trouble am I in right now? Feng asked, clearly concerned.

[Responding to host: The host’s spiritual energy is currently being used to combat the opponent’s poison, causing higher-than-average spiritual energy consumption.]

How long until I run out of spiritual energy?

[Estimates predict approximately 30 minutes.]

What happens if I run out? Do I die immediately from the poison? Feng asked, knowing this was the most critical point.

[If the host’s spiritual energy runs out... well, it won’t really matter if the host is alive... I think.]

Feng frowned at the system’s response. It seemed that as time passed, the system was developing more of a personality, but that wasn’t his main concern right now.

If he didn’t defeat Yi Bei within 30 minutes, he—and everyone here—would surely die.

"What’s wrong, brat? Cat got your tongue?" Yi Bei sneered mockingly, clearly enjoying Feng’s predicament.

Feng took a deep breath as he began to ponder why he had managed to hit Yi Bei earlier.

It shouldn’t have been that easy to land a strike on someone like him, especially considering Yi Bei’s entire fighting style revolved around constantly evading and striking with poison.

Feng thought of asking the system for its opinion, but before he could—

WHOOSH WHOOSH

Thick clouds of poisonous gas suddenly surged around him, not from Yi Bei directly, but from the green blotches on his skin.

The gas invaded Feng’s lungs, making him cough violently as sharp pain coursed through his chest.

Blood trickled from his mouth as he struggled to breathe.

"Did you really think I’d be foolish enough to give you time to figure out how to defeat me?" Yi Bei sneered, intensifying the poisonous fog until it resembled a vast sea of green engulfing the surroundings.

Emerald Poison Art: Emerald Sea.

Feng’s vision blurred as the green haze surrounded him, the searing pain almost driving him to unconsciousness.

Yet, his gray eyes suddenly gleamed with clarity.

I’ve been fighting opponents who’ve tried to blind me this entire time...

Focusing his darksilver spiritual energy into his eyes, Feng heightened his senses.

Through this sharpened perception, he spotted Yi Bei standing still.

Though Yi Bei tried to maintain a calm facade, beads of sweat formed on his forehead, and exhaustion was evident in his stance.

Even though he seems to have the upper hand, at his level, using the Emerald Poison Art consumes a massive amount of spiritual energy—just like how I have a time limit, so does he...

If I infuse my Dominance Aura into my attacks, I might be able to amplify their potency... and affect my opponent’s mental state... I think.

"Let’s give it a shot," Feng muttered, using the thick poison fog as cover to move low and fast. After several seconds, he burst forward, circulating the Blackwood Dominance Art more intensely, increasing the suppressive force of his Alpha Wolf’s domain.