Nine Nether Heavenly Emperor
Chapter 184: I Want to Defeat Shi Feng

Chapter 184: Chapter 184: I Want to Defeat Shi Feng

Hearing the Purple Armor youth, Han Yan, calling him out for a challenge, Shi Feng’s face showed a disdainful expression as he said, "I am Fengg Shi, the weakest in our army. Shi Feng is not someone you can trivially challenge. If you wish to fight Shi Feng, you must defeat me first."

"With you?" Han Yan carefully observed Fengg Shi and said, "My Purple Thunder Twin Hammers can smash your little life with one strike; you can’t even handle one of my moves. Better call Shi Feng instead and spare your own life."

"Since you are afraid of me, I have nothing more to say. I will go back and tell Shi Feng that you were scared at the sight of me and that you are even less worthy to fight him."

"Damn you!" Upon hearing Fengg Shi’s words, Han Yan roared, "Are you deaf or what! I said you’re no match for me. Since you are so keen on getting beaten up, I’ll fulfill your wish. But don’t blame me if I accidentally kill someone like you!"

As Han Yan spoke, his twin hammers suddenly burst forth with fierce, dazzling purple thunder, carrying the ferocious might of a Nine-star Martial Emperor, and smashed down with full force towards Fengg Shi.

"Hmph, with such weak strength, you still dare to challenge Shi Feng? Are you seeking your own death?" Seeing the Purple Thunder Twin Hammers descending, Fengg Shi showed an even more disdainful look. The Bloodthirsty Sword appeared in his hand, and he raised it to block, shouting lowly, "Heavenly Thunder Sword Technique, First Form: Blocking Style!"

With two loud clangs, the twin hammers wrapped in purple thunder violently struck the Bloodthirsty Sword, enveloped in white Sword Qi, yet were easily blocked by the sword.

"How could this be!" Han Yan, seeing his full-force strike effortlessly blocked, widened his eyes in disbelief.

By now, Fengg Shi’s battle power primarily came from the Blood Yin Beast, an Ancient Fierce Beast sealed within the Bloodthirsty Sword. Although still a juvenile, the beast had reached the Sixth-stage Sect Level. With the present power of the Bloodthirsty Sword and the execution of the Heavenly Thunder Sword Technique’s Blocking Style, blocking a strike from a Nine-star Martial Emperor was not difficult.

"Is that all the strength you have? Even the cook in our military could do better," said Fengg Shi still full of disdain. Then, with a shock from the Bloodthirsty Sword in his hand, a massive force impacted Han Yan’s Purple Thunder Twin Hammers, instantly pushing him back dozens of steps in the void before he could steady himself.

"Now, it’s the turn of this small soldier!" Fengg Shi declared, executing the Nine Nether Slash! The Bloodthirsty Sword slashed towards the nearby Han Yan, and a similarly massive white Sword Qi appeared in the void, following Fengg Shi’s motion.

"This... this power!" Han Yan stared in horror at the Sword Qi slashing down from the sky. Under that immense force, a strong sense of danger surged in his heart.

"No! Evil magic! It must be an illusion created by some evil magic. I, Han Yan, am the best in the world! How could I not defeat a nobody!" Han Yan roared towards the sky, his body fiercely rushing forward, wildly swinging the Purple Thunder Twin Hammers with all the power of a Nine-star Martial Emperor towards the descending Sword Qi.

"Dragon Tiger Thunder Hammer! Break for me!" Han Yan’s face twisted ferociously as he bellowed. On his twin hammers, a shadow of a purple thunder dragon appeared on one, and a purple thunder tiger on the other. The two shadows merged and struck simultaneously at the massive Sword Qi cleaving down.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!" In the void, thunder roared, as if the Thunder God himself was furious.

"No!" Han Yan, who was blocking the Sword Qi, felt an overwhelming force smash down on his twin hammers, completely dissolving his power, and then the massive White Sword Qi continued to chop towards his body.

Han Yan’s eyes widened as he watched helplessly as the White Sword Qi was about to slice into his forehead. "Am I going to die? Am I dying?" A sensation of terror, like never before, rose in Han Yan’s heart—the feeling of stepping towards death, yet he was utterly unable to resist it.

Just as the White Sword Qi was about to make contact with Han Yan’s head, it suddenly halted in the void, followed immediately by a young, disdainful cold snort, "Hmph! With such strength, you dare to challenge Shi Feng? Did you practice your Martial Arts on dogs before?

"You bottom-dweller, truly overestimating yourself, oblivious to your own limits. Even if you trained for a hundred years, you wouldn’t stand a chance to defeat me, let alone defeat a strong person like Shi Feng."

As the voice fell, the White Sword Qi stuck in Han Yan’s forehead also dissipated in the void, but Shi Feng’s words echoed in Han Yan’s mind like a demonic chant, "With such strength, you dare to challenge Shi Feng! Did you practice your Martial Arts on dogs before?"

"Even if you trained for a hundred years, you wouldn’t stand a chance to defeat me, let alone defeat a strong person like Shi Feng."

With a vacant look in his eyes and his body limply suspended in the void, Han Yan murmured Shi Feng’s words, "Am I really just a weakling? I can’t even defeat a minor character; he even said that their army’s cooks are stronger than me! Is that really true? Is it really?"

Am I truly that bottom-dweller, overestimating myself? My Martial Arts, my pride, and the talent my father was proud of, are these all fake? Fake?

Shi Feng, seeing that his purpose was nearly achieved, commanded the Ghost Wolf to turn its head and fly back to the army. "Hmph, seeing your potential, I gave you this chance. If you can step out of this shadow, the vast skies and seas will lead to stronger Martial Arts paths. If you cannot break through in your martial heart and conviction, then this will mark the end of your journey. You’ll pay the price for challenging me, not knowing your own limits."

"No! I am not! I am not a weakling, I, Han Yan, am the Heavenly Pride, you! Hold on!" At that moment, Han Yan suddenly shouted at Shi Feng, who was flying back to the army.

Shi Feng turned around, looking at Han Yan with disdain and said, "Oh? What now? Should I, the mighty lord, spare your life? You’re ungrateful and relentless, aren’t you?"

"I must defeat you, I will defeat you! Give me ten days, and I will come to challenge you again," Han Yan said with a resolute expression.

After hearing Han Yan’s words, Shi Feng snorted disdainfully, "Not just ten days; even if I gave you ten years, you couldn’t withstand a single move from me."

"Ten days! You wait for me! If I am still not your match after ten days, I, Han Yan, will take my own life right here!" Han Yan gritted his teeth, clenched the Purple Thunder Twin Hammers in his hands, and then decisively turned and flew towards the direction of Marquis Zibo’s army.

"I must grow stronger, I must overcome this person, and I must defeat Shi Feng!" Han Yan firmly said in his heart.