Chapter 982: Whoever He Glares At Gets Pregnant

Half a quarter-hour passed.

Forty wins. Every opponent fell in a single move!

Another quarter-hour passed.

Fifty wins. Still one move each!

And this was after Ling Feng had graciously let his opponents strike first every time. If he had attacked outright, the pace would have been even faster.

"This is insane. Is he really going to become the next Linghu Yudao?"

"I can't believe it. He's at least ten years younger than most of his opponents, and yet that age gap might as well not exist at all!"

"Big Brother! Big Brother!"

With every new victory, the cheers from Jiang Xiaofan and the others only grew louder. Meanwhile, the martial artists of Tianmang Fortress had grown silent.

Every one of the warriors ranked on the Hundred Battles Ranking had clawed their way up through blood and "fire". Yet Ling Feng had just claimed fifty victories in a row, and every single one was a one-move win.

At the edge of the arena, the green-robed girl pressed her lips together as she watched Ling Feng finish his fiftieth match with the same effortless composure as when he began.

Only now did she start to understand. His confidence came from power that truly deserved to be called exceptional.

She could not help but feel a rush of excitement in her heart. But the moment her eyes drifted to Linghu Yudao, sitting calmly on the high platform, that excitement vanished.

Ling Feng was strong, but no one could shake Linghu Yudao's place.

He was the true legend. A man of a single move that made the world look up in awe.

"Fifty-first match! Jiang Yifan!"

The judge glanced at Ling Feng with a strange light in his eyes. Even this battle-hardened official now regarded Ling Feng with new respect.

After all, Ling Feng was only twenty years old. Compared to the ranking experts, he was at least ten years younger.

That was no small difference!

No one could even begin to imagine how powerful he would be another ten years from now.

"

Hehe,

looks like trouble is finally on the way. This Jiang Yifan is nearly at king-tier strength."

Xu Zhongda and his group had practically bulging eyes by this point. After watching Ling Feng claim fifty straight wins, they still refused to give up. They kept staring at the arena, waiting desperately for the moment Ling Feng would finally hit the ground.

...

As the crowd continued to buzz with conversation, Jiang Yifan vaulted up onto the stage.

His frame was small and unassuming, but his eyes were sharp and bright. He felt like a hidden blade, more dangerous than any showy brute.

"General Ling, please grant me your guidance!"

His expression was tense. His right hand rested on the hilt of his sword.

Ling Feng's eyes lit up. He could see at once that all of Jiang Yifan's strength came down to that one instant.

Draw the sword. Return the sword!

The entire technique was built around a single explosive flash.

Another Insta-kill genius!

Ling Feng's lips curved slightly. He smiled and said, "Go ahead."

He remained modest, but there was still steel in his tone. His calm and poised demeanor made many of the women in Tianmang Fortress stare with sparkling eyes.

This young General Ling was handsome after all!

And at such a young age, he had already earned the title of general!

That was the law of this world. Only strength could win recognition.

"I only have one sword," Jiang Yifan said, his eyes like lightning. His body flashed forward. "Watch closely, General Ling!"

Clang!

A piercing note rang out.

A single white light burst through the air. The essence of the sword-drawing technique was to channel all of one's energy, mind, and spirit into a single instant. After that one strike, everything was drained.

If the enemy didn't die, then the swordsman would!

Boom!

A storm of sword light erupted. Countless rays shot out like a hail of flower petals. The cold pressure of sword qi surged across the entire arena.

"His sword-drawing technique has gotten even stronger!"

"He's a maniac. Everyone else is just sparring, but he fights like it's life or death. No wonder no one ever wants to face him here."

As Ling Feng's figure was swallowed by the sword light, his companions from Tianwei Academy shouted anxiously.

"Brother Ling, watch out!"

Whoosh!

In the flash between breaths, Ling Feng calmly extended his palm. A vortex of force surged outward and blasted Jiang Yifan straight off the platform.

Jiang Yifan stared in stunned silence. His mind was blank.

"How is that possible? My sword will exploded in that one instant. My energy, spirit, and intent were all locked onto you. How could you be completely unaffected?"

Ling Feng tilted his head slightly. A hint of amusement touched his lips.

"If it's sword will you're comparing, then you've chosen the wrong opponent. Thanks for the match!"

Jiang Yifan took a deep breath. He recalled the moment Ling Feng made his move. That palm was like a sword, executed with the exact essence of a sword-drawing technique!

And it had been faster than his own!

"I concede!"

Jiang Yifan turned and left the arena, his steps heavy. To be defeated in his own domain was like having his pride shattered into pieces. It was a bitter loss that would linger for a long time.

"Fifty-second match. Ji Binghe, step forward!"

The judge called out the next challenger in a steady voice.

Ji Binghe had once studied at Tianwei Academy as well, though he had graduated over ten years ago.

"I never thought a younger generation would rise so quickly. To think Tianwei Academy now has a genius like you."

His tone was grave as he stared at Ling Feng. Though they came from the same school, he could not afford to hold back. His honor was at stake.

"Please strike," Ling Feng replied, calm as ever.

"

Hehe!

"

Ji Binghe drew his sword and ran his fingers along the blade. He smiled with pride.

"This sword is a pseudo-sacred artifact. It contains a trace of Great Dao power. Ling Feng, your winning streak ends now!"

"A pseudo-sacred artifact?" Ling Feng shook his head and chuckled. "I won't even need a sword. One glance is enough."

"Arrogant brat. I'll teach you what respect for your senior means."

Ji Binghe let out a furious roar and slashed downward.

Despite being a pseudo sacred artifact, the weapon carried a hint of Great Dao suppression. His slash surged forward like crashing waves. Even the skies above seemed to shift in color!

"Terrifying Gaze!"

A golden light flickered in Ling Feng's eyes. His spiritual thoughts exploded outward like piercing spikes.

Two months had passed since he first learned this secret art. Now, he could control it with ease. It no longer drained most of his consciousness like it once had.

"Get off the stage."

Ling Feng stood motionless, hands behind his back. That single glance released a terrifying power that crashed into Ji Binghe and hurled him straight from the platform.

"

Ahhh!

"

A scream tore from Ji Binghe's throat. The Terrifying Gaze had struck his soul directly. The pain ripped through him, and his entire body convulsed.

Silence fell across the arena.

Then, a collective gasp swept through the crowd.

Ling Feng had really done it. He had beaten someone nearly at king-tier strength with nothing but a glare!

Just one look!

"Damn. Whoever he glares at ends up pregnant!"

In the VIP section, Li Qing's expression twisted in shock.

"That looked like a spiritual consciousness attack. A secret art. Don't tell me this Ling Feng is a spiritual refinement expert too?"