Nine Realms Sword Emperor
Chapter 665 - 666: The Top 100 List, No.9

Chapter 665: Chapter 666: The Top 100 List, No.9

Wu Ying was a young man dressed in black. He didn’t have any swords or weapons in his hands; instead, he wore a pair of boxing gloves.

Within the Northern Sacred Realm, Wu Ying had another name — the Slaughter Blood Fist Emperor.

The words "Slaughter Blood" represented Wu Ying’s personality; he was extremely ruthless, facing any threatening person, even encountering some geniuses, he would brutally crush them, his hands stained with countless blood.

Chu Fengmian’s hands, though also covered with blood, never killed the innocent, a stark contrast to Wu Ying.

The latter part of the name, "Fist Emperor," signified the strength of Wu Ying’s martial arts.

On the arena, Wu Ying stood opposite Chu Fengmian, looking at Chu Fengmian, Wu Ying’s face revealed a cold smile.

"Kid, I didn’t expect such good luck to actually bring me to you."

Chu Fengmian was their greatest enemy within the Holy Faction, the archenemy of Lord Night Sky, and whoever could kill Chu Fengmian would receive tremendous benefits.

Now, Wu Ying’s gaze toward Chu Fengmian was that of a predator eyeing a fat sheep, considering that killing Chu Fengmian could secure him countless favors from Lord Night Sky.

As for Chu Fengmian’s strength?

Although Chu Fengmian’s strength had been astounding, to Wu Ying, it was negligible.

Wu Ying had never taken Chu Fengmian’s strength seriously.

After all, Wu Ying was ranked ninth on the List of Hundred Extremes of the Northern Realm, and those who entered the top ten were powerful enough to reach the pinnacle of life and death.

"This Chu Fengmian actually has to face Wu Ying."

The many martial artists below, seeing this battle, couldn’t help but pay close attention.

Originally, Chu Fengmian was relatively unknown, but consecutive battles had showcased his strength, making him the dark horse of this tournament.

His arena battles were enough to attract numerous martial artists.

Moreover, rumors about Chu Fengmian receiving the legacy of the Northern Sacred Lord had begun to circulate in the Martial Contest, though most martial artists didn’t believe it. However, there is no smoke without fire — at least Chu Fengmian certainly received some form of legacy from the Hall of Saints.

In the previous battles, Chu Fengmian had overwhelmingly crushed his opponents, winning with a single move.

Therefore, the countless martial artists present were unclear about Chu Fengmian’s true strength.

Now facing Wu Ying, the crowd finally got excited, as Wu Ying was a top ten figure on the List of Hundred Extremes of the Northern Realm, with immense strength, and anyone facing him had to give their all.

This battle was bound to be extremely spectacular.

Yet, nearly all the martial artists favored Wu Ying.

After all, Wu Ying was a top ten figure on the List of Hundred Extremes of the Northern Realm, and not a suddenly rising newcomer, but someone who had been on the list for ten years.

Climbing from below to the top ten, Wu Ying’s strength was unquestionable.

Chu Fengmian’s previously displayed strength was indeed terrifying, but he had only slaughtered Gu Aohan and Luo Ning.

These two were only mid-rank on the List of Hundred Extremes of the Northern Realm, and Wu Ying’s move was enough to obliterate them instantly.

Besides that, Chu Fengmian had no other particularly dazzling achievements.

The crowd was extremely excited, mostly eager to see the true strength of this "dark horse," Chu Fengmian, though few cared about the outcome.

Because, in most people’s view, this battle was undeniably destined for Chu Fengmian’s defeat, without any suspense.

Only Han Yueli truly supported Chu Fengmian below, and only Han Yueli knew that with Chu Fengmian’s strength, defeating Wu Ying was no problem at all.

Chu Fengmian’s true opponents were Night Heaven Monarch, Feng Wuxin, and others.

Wu Ying could not yet be considered as such.

Listening to the discussions around him, Wu Ying’s face was filled with pride.

Merely in terms of aura, he had already overwhelmed Chu Fengmian.

"You little brat, initially, out of consideration that we are both disciples of the same sect, I wanted to spare your life. But unfortunately, you don’t know your own limits and had the audacity to offend the Saintly Lord."

Wu Ying looked at Chu Fengmian, his face showing a hint of coldness as he spoke disdainfully.

"You are seeking your own death; I can’t be blamed for that. If you commit suicide now, you can still leave a whole corpse. Otherwise, I’m afraid I might use too much power and blow your body apart!"

"Really? That’s what I should be saying. If you have any last words, better say them quickly, otherwise, you will join Gu Aohan and Luo Ning."

Chu Fengmian spoke indifferently.

Facing Wu Ying, his expression was utterly relaxed.

"Seeking death!"

Wu Ying’s face twisted savagely, and he shouted coldly.

"How brazen you are, facing death! A newcomer who gained some fortuitous encounter truly thinks he can contend against our Holy Sect? Provoking us, today is your day to die! What so-called inheritance? It’s nothing in front of real strength! Die!"

Wu Ying let out a long howl, fully displaying his Martial Arts.

What Wu Ying practiced was the pure Martial Arts, pure strength. Such a pure path had no shortcuts.

But once mastered, it was almost invincible, unless it was defeated by an even stronger power; otherwise, no tricks could beat Wu Ying.

"Martial Heaven and Earth!"

Wu Ying’s body was full of Martial Arts, concentrating at the front of his fist, and he suddenly struck towards Chu Fengmian.

This punch seemed ordinary.

But the Martial Arts it contained was extremely profound; one punch was released, capable of a myriad of changes.

No matter how Chu Fengmian responded, it could strike him with the most mysterious move.

The level of Wu Ying’s Martial Arts had reached that of ’Thousand Changes’; the punch he threw was not an ordinary fist wind, but could transform into various powers—only a highly skilled Martial Artist could achieve this.

However, this punch’s power was purely in its brute force without any variation.

Clearly, up until now, Wu Ying was testing Chu Fengmian’s strength, trying to gauge how far he had advanced.

"A confrontation of strength? Good?"

Facing Wu Ying’s punch, Chu Fengmian was utterly relaxed.

In terms of strength, he feared no one, possessing the Dragon Blood lineage, and having condensed the Ancient Battle Dragon Body, Chu Fengmian was essentially an ancient battle dragon.

Although with his current strength, he could only be considered a young dragon, for a Martial Artist to dare to compete in strength with an ancient battle dragon wasn’t that suicide?

"Fight!"

Chu Fengmian let out a long howl, fully activating his Ancient Battle Dragon

bloodline, and his right hand also gathered countless Spiritual Power.

Suddenly, he too struck out with a palm, directly blasting forward.

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