Unstoppable Crushing: Starting from Adding Points in Dreams-Chapter 230 - 146: Visiting, Tiger Devouring Pine Crane_2
Chapter 230: Chapter 146: Visiting, Tiger Devouring Pine Crane_2
Stomp!
Amidst the talking, footsteps resounded.
A few disciples instinctively looked downhill and noticed a black car parked at the roadside about a hundred meters away.
Three figures started walking up the hill, the leader clad in a black long coat, imposingly built.
His face under slanted eyebrows seemed calm, but his eyes carried a hint of aggression, making people unwilling to meet his gaze.
The two following him looked more ordinary, but gradually, the disciples sensed something was off.
The one on the left, clearly leaning on a walking stick, had bright eyes and moved briskly, far better than an ordinary person.
The young man on the right clenched his fists as if anticipating something.
Tap tap tap tap tap.
The footsteps gradually quickened, or perhaps it was the quietness that made them seem faster.
The three figures drew closer, and a few disciples exchanged looks; one summoned the courage to speak.
"Who are you?"
No one responded, Chen Feng simply passed by them.
A trace of irritation inexplicably rose from the depths of their hearts, quickly followed by a sideways glance from Chen Feng.
Clatter.
The broom in his hand dropped to the ground, the gray-robed disciple’s face stiffened.
"What’s wrong?"
The person next to him hurriedly asked, only to see the speaker’s face turn pale, tremblingly saying, "Run, run fast."
"Huh?"
"Trust, trust me."
With those words, he ran downhill without looking back.
The nearby disciples, skeptical, couldn’t understand why they should fear anyone with an Elder of the True Intent Realm present.
Turning around, they looked toward the end of the stairs.
"Who!!"
Suddenly, a cold shout erupted; it was the voice of the Second Elder.
A four-meter tall illusion of a white crane appeared out of nowhere, taking off from behind the Mountain Gate directly towards the three newcomers.
The overwhelming pressure whitened their faces, but just then.
Roar!!!
A red hue burst forth spectacularly, and the Flying Red Tiger materialized.
The tiger roared through the woods, like a hungry beast pouncing for food.
The man in black remained unmoved, but between breaths, the attacking White Crane True Intent was sent flying back, caught and torn by the Flying Red Tiger before explosively disintegrating on the cobblestone floor.
A nearby antique cauldron placed outside the school’s front courtyard vibrated slightly, the incense inside it broke, scattering the white ashes.
"It’s you!!"
The Second Elder from the Songhe Style, dressed in a cloud-patterned white robe, had seen Chen Feng’s photo before.
Now, disregarding the backlash of his shattered True Intent, his eyelids twitched uncontrollably.
Court disciples disturbed by the noise, along with several white-robed True Inheritors, who some were obviously injured and not yet recovered, rushed out.
In an instant, eyes met.
The Red Tiger Illusion with vertical pupils looked down, cold and aggressive.
The True Disciples with casts rigidly recalled the horrifying scenario where they had gotten their bones cracked at the Martial Arts Hall.
Others were slow to react, and the rooftop’s Second Elder, both shocked and enraged, urgently shouted.
"Dodge...."
Whoosh!!!
Red Power visualization erupted forth, the mighty tiger leaped, biting ruthlessly across the scene.
Bang bang bang!
One by one, Entering Strength martial masters were sent flying.
Some slammed into the courtyard walls, others breached the main gate.
The center’s antique cauldron emitted a clang, someone spat out blood with a retch, staining their white robe, and collapsed to the ground.
[Fear +1!]
[Fear +1!]
[Fear +1!]
The warning indicators continued to appear as Chen Feng walked indifferently, finally stepping onto the cobblestone courtyard from the last stone step.
His glance was icy as he surveyed around, where the Core Disciples on either side went pale, instinctively stepping back.
The Second Elder on the rooftop clenched his teeth and leapt down, questioning.
"Chen Feng!"
"What’s your reason for wantonly injuring people today!!"
Amidst his questioning, Entering Strength martial masters were helped up, yet staggered and struggled to stand.
"Feigning ignorance?"
Chen Feng’s eyes narrowed as he met the gaze of the Second Elder.
Roar!!!
Behind him, the Red Tiger leaped forth, roaring angrily in front of the elder.
The explosive sound waves of the Power roared fiercely, and fang-like illusions loomed overhead.
With his hair disheveled, the Second Elder’s complexion turned even paler and more dreadful.
Has he just broken through to the True Intent?
Why couldn’t the Flying Dragon Style kill this man?
Thoughts rose in his mind as he suppressed his astonishment, hastily explaining to buy time: "The person who offended you was Yang Chengyuan, it has nothing to do with us."
"Since he is already dead, then...."
Swoosh!!
A gray figure flashed, seizing the moment when the Second Elder spoke, breaching through the courtyard wall, aiming straight for Chen Feng’s side.
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The ground caved in, spiderweb-like cracks spreading rapidly.
Chen Feng stood in place, motionless, merely lifting his left arm, gripping the incoming person’s right arm like tiger claws.
As their eyes met, the Crane Robed Elder’s eyes were vicious, and suddenly, a burst of white light erupted.
Whiz!!!
His left arm thrust out, like a white crane pecking forward.
Swift and terrifying, comparable to a flash of lightning.
Cao Tong’s expression shifted slightly behind him, but the next second.
Boom!!
A ferocious strike hit Chen Feng right between the eyebrows, but...
Crack!
The sound of bone breaking was heard, and the elder in a gray crane robe’s pupils constricted as he looked at his twisted and broken fingers.
"Senior brother!"
The Second Elder noticed something was wrong, gritted his teeth, knowing he could no longer hesitate.
His figure surged forward, the white crane illusion gathered once again.
Shriek!
The crisp crane cry echoed through the Mountain Gate, waking up the controlled crane-robed elder, who had a fierce look and suppressed the pain.
The white light in his hand exploded again, but he just couldn’t break free from the restraint.
Without even glancing at his opponent, Chen Feng smoothly twisted his body and delivered a kick.
Boom!!
Red Power exploded, and the Flame Burst Style blossomed once again.
The white crane illusion shattered thunderously, the Second Elder’s chest caved in, and he flew backward, crashing into an ancient robe-shaped cauldron.
Clang!!
Splutter!!
Both sounds echoed, fresh blood spilled everywhere.
"Ah!"
The crane-robed elder, whose arm was caught, no longer held back, bellowing angrily, with a white crane appearing behind him, a full five meters in size, clearly possessing some foundation in the True Intent Realm.
In just an instant, the fall of the white crane illusion covered his entire body.
His aura thereby elevated, and he surprisingly broke free from Chen Feng’s restraint.
Swoosh!!
His intact right arm thrust like a spear again, the left hand enduring the pain, clenching the palm print and striking continuously.
Bang bang bang bang bang!!
Chen Feng’s expression was a bit more serious, his arms moving continuously, endlessly parrying.
The flagstones on the ground completely shattered into debris, the two moving as they fought, their arms lingering in the air like afterimages.
"Die!!"
The crane-robed elder roared sinisterly, the White Light Strength covering his body instantly gathering, transforming into a white crane illusion, pecking towards Chen Feng’s eyes.
Thud!!
Blast Punch thundered forth, swift and matchless, piercing through the White Crane True Intent, hitting the opponent’s head directly.
The elderly face grotesquely reddened, the skin on it flapping like ruffled waves.
Sinister eyes covered in blood vessels, followed by the sight of the opponent flying backward, smashing straight into the beam of the courtyard gate.
Swoosh!!!
Without any mercy, Chen Feng stomped and burst forth like an arrow straight towards him.
The flagstones on the ground shattered under his step, his body crossing with the flying body of his opponent, forming a cross.
Buzz!
His right arm covered in Red Power, like a flaming battle-axe chopping down.
Bang!!!
The body flying backwards plummeted down, directly smashing through the flagstones, embedded within.
Bits of debris struck him, a streak of fresh blood splashed on Chen Feng.
The Fear Value prompt appeared again, he took a step forward, squatting down to grab the hair of the crane-robed elder.
With a slight pull, the swollen and bloody face was hauled out from the pit on the ground.
"Are you the Great Elder of Songhe Style?"
His tone indifferent, Chen Feng asked.
"You..."
The crane-robed elder continuously vomited blood, sinisterly locking eyes: "If you dare... kill..."
Boom!!!
The head exploded, fresh blood splattered on him.
Chen Feng flicked his clothes, the Power evaporating it, then walked towards the collapsed and still vomiting blood Second Elder next to the ancient cauldron.
"You said I killed Qian Changsong."
Looking down with an oblique glare, locking eyes for a second with his resentful and hateful eyes.
Green Armor still lacked some Fear Value to break through, Chen Feng fortuitously stepped forward, stepping on his head, forcefully suppressing that loathsome gaze.
"Next time, might as well say that I obliterated your Songhe Style."
"What do you think?"
[Fear +1!]
[Fear +1!]
[Fear +1!]
The continuous prompts appeared again, Chen Feng impassive, Cao Tong behind him was completely stunned.
He hadn’t anticipated Chen to be so murderous, actually planning to utterly annihilate Songhe Style.
Zhao Tingxiao’s expression complex, the resentful and hateful Second Elder also completely losing his defenses, revealing despair, his gaze vacant.
[Green Armor Level 3: 90/100...91/100...92/100...]
The progress thus continued to rise, Chen Feng deliberately not killing immediately.
But soon, when the Talent progression reached 95%, everything froze, as if hitting a bottleneck.
Narrowing his eyes, Chen Feng pondered how to obtain more nourishment.
At that moment, Perception stirred, he looked towards the Songhe Style courtyard.
"Ah..."
A sigh thus rose, followed by steady footsteps.
Fixing his sight, a figure from the Songhe Style courtyard emerged once again.
Their eyes met, he calmly shook his head, unafraid.
"Youngster, let’s stop here."
