Chapter 985: Chaotic True Form

Battle! Battle! Battle!

The crowd was in a frenzy. The entire arena erupted into chaos.

Whether it was the veteran experts of Tianmang Fortress or the batch of new recruits who had arrived with Ling Feng, everyone was on their feet.

Blood surged through their veins, and a roaring tide of passion ignited in every heart!

"General Ling, congratulations!"

Jian Wuchen wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and offered his heartfelt praise.

"Well fought!"

Ling Feng returned the gesture with a respectful fist-and-palm salute. He had no idea Jian Wuchen was Wang Meng's disciple. Even if he had known, it would be hard to believe someone like Wang Meng could have trained such an upright and honorable student.

Meanwhile, poor Jian Wuchen, still chatting with Ling Feng as if nothing had happened, had no idea what fury awaited him upon his return.

𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

Up in the VIP stands, his master looked like he was about to explode!

"

Hehe,

hand over the Flame-Refining Divine Stone, General Wang."

Su Dongling patted Wang Meng on the shoulder and spoke in a casual tone.

"The fire that Ling Feng controls has mutated at least three times. Its grade is likely comparable to the top twenty ranked abnormal fires!"

As a grandmaster of alchemy, Su Dongling's insight was sharp and precise!

Wang Meng winced as he reluctantly surrendered the Flame-Refining Divine Stone. A deep sigh escaped him as he accepted defeat. Faced with flames of that magnitude, Jian Wuchen never stood a chance.

And with a monster like Ling Feng backing Jingwang, the balance of power in Tianmang Fortress was beginning to tilt.

More importantly, Ling Feng had now earned the respect of countless experts ranked on the Hundred Battles Ranking. If his position continued to rise, it could seriously threaten the authority of Yuan Tiangang, the commander-in-chief of the Three Armies.

If Ling Feng defeated Linghu Yudao, he would become a living legend and win over the hearts of all!

That was the last thing Yuan Tiangang would want.

...

"The eightieth match. Ling Feng, victory!"

Even the referee's voice trembled slightly.

This victory put Ling Feng on equal footing with Tie Wushuang, who ranked third. And Ling Feng had defeated every single opponent with just one move.

Before this, who would have believed that aside from Linghu Yudao, the most dominant record would belong to a fresh-faced youth?

"Young man, do you still wish to continue?" the referee asked gravely.

A faint smile touched Ling Feng's lips. "I only have one goal."

The referee nodded with force. "From this point on, every opponent you face has the power to challenge even king-tier experts. Each one stands at the peak of the ninth level of the Spiritual Element Realm. Are you ready for what comes next?"

His words were a quiet warning. If Ling Feng could not go on, there was no shame in stopping here. What he had achieved already was enough to earn admiration from all.

Eighty straight victories. No matter how deep his elemental force, his stamina was not limitless.

The referee, standing closest, could see that Ling Feng's breathing was growing slightly uneven.

Ling Feng looked up at Linghu Yudao, who stood high above.

Throughout it all, Linghu Yudao had maintained the same calm expression, with not the slightest change in his gaze. There was pride in his eyes, unmatched and unshaken.

Even after Ling Feng's eighty victories, he had shown no reaction. It was as if he were a sovereign watching a younger generation attempt to catch up from far below.

"Let's fight!"

Ling Feng's tone was light and relaxed, as if he were simply going for a stroll.

"Very well. The eighty-first match. Liu Bing!"

At the referee's signal, a green figure leapt onto the platform.

Liu Bing appeared to be in his thirties. His features were rugged and his frame powerful. Energy and vitality surged through his body, suggesting he was a brawler like Tie Wushuang, someone who pursued dominance through raw power.

Liu Bing took a deep breath and gave Ling Feng a swordsman's salute, his gaze full of respect.

"General Ling, please defeat me with one move!"

"As you wish!"

Ling Feng exhaled lightly and raised the Eradicator of Realms in his hand.

For the first time in this challenge, he drew his sword.

Liu Bing was ranked in the top twenty on the Hundred Battles Ranking. His strength surpassed that of Jian Wuchen by at least fivefold!

The power of the third-phase Devouring Flame would no longer be enough to defeat him instantly.

Yet Ling Feng was still aiming for a one-move victory!

If others could do it, then so could he!

"Be careful. I won't hold anything back either!"

Liu Bing launched his fist. The sheer force of it seemed capable of shattering the stars.

Ling Feng's expression remained calm. He responded with a low growl.

A roar rang out.

Muscles bulged grotesquely across Ling Feng's body. A faint golden layer of fur spread over his skin.

For the final twenty matches, Ling Feng no longer held back. He drew upon the Chaotic Source within his body and transformed into a giant ape over thirty feet tall.

A crimson line appeared vertically across his forehead. If this bloodline eye were to open, it would signal his complete Chaotic Rebirth.

Without activation of his vertical eye, this form represented only a Chaos Avatar, a Chaotic Power-driven transformation.

After obtaining the second half of the

>Art of Chaotic Divinity

, the seal left inside him by Kong, that ancient expert who had hidden in the Ancient Cave of Time, had gradually faded.

As the seal weakened, Ling Feng discovered that the Chaotic Seed within him could awaken the Blood of the Emperor in his body, allowing him to take on a form resembling a demonic beast.

He had no qualms about displaying this transformation in public. In the world of martial arts, such things were not unheard of.

He had shown this form once to Despicable Donkey, who described it as the "demonic beast true form."

Such transformations could happen when cultivators inherited ancient beast bloodlines. If one refined the bloodline to its peak, they could transform into the beast itself. This was known as the true form.

For example, Jiang Xiaofan had once acquired the blood of Xuanwu. If he ever refined it fully and transformed his bloodline, he too could take the form of a Xuanwu. That transformation would be his Xuanwu true form.

Ling Feng's case was different, however, which was why he named his transformation the Chaotic True Form!

It was not a full Chaotic Rebirth and did not provide as great a boost, but it still far surpassed the power of the Eight Desolations Body Refinement Art.

"

Hiss!

"

Gasps swept through the audience.

"He's a demon... a member of the Demon Race!"

"No way! Is Ling Feng really a demon?"

"You fools. That's not a demon. That's a demonic beast true form! Some cultivators, by chance, obtain ancient beast bloodlines and awaken their transformations!"

"What a terrifying aura. What kind of beast is that? It's not even in the Ten Thousand Beast Compendium."

The martial artists of Tianmang Fortress began arguing amongst themselves. Ling Feng's transformation came from Chaotic Power, so there was no way the Tianbai Empire would have records of it.

"Is that really... Big Brother?"

Jiang Xiaofan stood dumbfounded. He stared at the thirty-foot-tall ape on the stage in disbelief.

"That's him," Li Bufan confirmed with a nod. "That transformation is the demonic beast true form. You once refined the Xuanwu blood. If you develop it further, you'll be able to unleash your own transformation as well. And since the Xuanwu is a divine beast, your form would be even more terrifying!"

"I see." Jiang Xiaofan blinked and scratched his head. "You really know a lot, Bufan."

"I just read about it in some old books."

Li Bufan took a deep breath, feeling a rush of emotion.

Even without this form, Ling Feng was already overwhelming. With the Chaotic True Form, he was on an entirely different level.

Trying to catch up to him, even from a distance, would be a monumental task!