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The Art of Chaotic Divinity

Chapter 1662: Soul Projection
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Chapter 1662: Soul Projection

The competition continued.

Very quickly, Ling Feng had already gone on stage for three matches. None of the opponents he encountered were particularly strong, so he won with ease.

The more Zi Zhaoyan watched Ling Feng fight, the more shocked she became by his strength.

Her Profound Heart Violet Eyes actually could not see through the depth of Ling Feng's power at all. This feeling was exactly the same as when she looked at a powerhouse like Ye Ting.

But a monster like Ye Ting was practically a once-in-a-thousand-years existence. Could there really be a second person in the same generation capable of rivaling him?

"I really want to know just how strong this Ling Feng truly is."

A dense curiosity flickered in Zi Zhaoyan's eyes. She almost wished that her next match would immediately pit her against Ling Feng so she could at least test his depth.

Whoosh!

Right at that moment, green light suddenly flashed around Zi Zhaoyan as she was teleported onto the arena stage.

When she clearly saw the opponent standing across from her, a trace of surprise immediately flashed through her eyes.

Her opponent was actually Liu Donglin again.

"So it's another one from the Wulei Sacred Land? Hehe!"

Liu Donglin frowned slightly. He had never fought this woman before, so he did not know how strong she was. He only knew that she was stronger than He Lingyun.

Without wasting words, Liu Donglin immediately opened with Shattering Void Finger and launched an attack at Zi Zhaoyan!

Whoosh!

The force of the finger blast was fierce, carrying the power to shatter stars as it shot straight toward Zi Zhaoyan.

Zi Zhaoyan's expression remained calm. Her violet eyes resembled the waters of a frozen lake, utterly still and devoid of emotion.

"In order to preserve my strength, I can only defeat you as quickly as possible."

Zi Zhaoyan spoke indifferently.

"You think you can? Stop talking big!"

Liu Donglin flew into a rage. A prideful person like him could never tolerate being looked down upon.

A violet glow flashed within Zi Zhaoyan's eyes. In the next moment, she extended her delicate hands, forming a flower-plucking finger gesture.

Pale violet arcs of lightning flickered endlessly between her slender fingers.

Her fingertips resembled a butterfly at dawn, drifting through the morning mist before lightly landing upon a flower petal.

Bang!

A loud explosion rang out.

Both sides used finger techniques. Liu Donglin's attack was fierce and domineering, while Zi Zhaoyan's was gentle like flowing water.

Yet the result of their direct clash left everyone stunned.

Zi Zhaoyan stood firmly in place without moving an inch, whereas Liu Donglin staggered backward repeatedly, his face filled with shock and uncertainty.

Ling Feng secretly praised her inwardly.

"It seems Zi Zhaoyan's eyes are naturally capable of seeing through the strength and weakness of force itself. She completely understands every flaw in Liu Donglin's finger techniques. With all of his moves thoroughly exposed before her, Liu Donglin has absolutely no chance of defeating her."

At the side, He Lingyun was secretly astonished. He had not expected Ling Feng to see through the situation so thoroughly.

He immediately explained in a deep voice, "Senior Sister's eye technique is called the Profound Heart Violet Eyes. It is an extremely formidable ability. Even Senior Brother Ye Changge would not dare to underestimate her in battle, despite her being a woman."

"Oh?"

Ling Feng raised a hand and rubbed his nose bridge.

This Zi Zhaoyan was actually rather interesting.

Her single finger strike that forced Liu Donglin backward immediately amazed the entire audience.

Countless martial practitioners below the stage burst into cheers and applause. That move had truly been executed beautifully!

Liu Donglin became furious from humiliation.

Aside from Ling Feng, there was now a second person capable of forcing him back with a single move!

Moreover, both of them were rising talents of the younger generation!

"Hmph! Someone like you isn't qualified to defeat me!"

Liu Donglin ground his teeth together as radiance erupted from all ten of his fingers, giving off a bizarre glow.

"Heavenly Stars Tremble!"

Once again, he unleashed his ultimate trump card.

However, compared to his previous battle against He Lingyun, he was now even more serious, fully mobilizing every ounce of strength within his body.

He absolutely could not allow himself to lose to an obscure woman with no reputation!

Absolutely not!

Unfortunately for him, he still ended up defeated by Zi Zhaoyan in the end.

...

The competition continued afterward.

Contestants from all ten arena zones fought simultaneously, and an entire day had already passed.

Although the pace seemed somewhat slow, it also brought certain benefits. It gave everyone ample time to rest and digest the insights they gained from watching the matches.

The battles continued day and night without pause. Until the top thousand competitors had been decided, the tournament would not stop.

Three days later, Ling Feng had already achieved nine consecutive victories without a single defeat.

However, during the first-round elimination phase, there were quite a few martial practitioners who had also achieved ten straight victories. As long as they did not encounter a top-tier powerhouse, defeats were generally rare.

Of course, this only applied to experts like Ling Feng and Zi Zhaoyan. The competition among ordinary participants remained extremely fierce.

Whoosh!

Zi Zhaoyan beside him was suddenly teleported onto the arena stage once more.

Her opponent this time was Wang Qian, the chief inner sect disciple of the Yunluo Sacred Land!

Clearly, Zi Zhaoyan's luck was not very good this time around.

Among all the contestants in Arena Number Ten, Wang Qian absolutely ranked among the first-rate experts.

Zi Zhaoyan smiled bitterly inwardly. She had originally hoped to maintain a perfect ten-win record before advancing into the second round, yet she unexpectedly encountered Wang Qian.

With Wang Qian's strength, defeating him would not be easy.

Ling Feng, however, was rather interested in this match.

Even if Zi Zhaoyan could not defeat Wang Qian, she should at least be capable of forcing out most of Wang Qian's true strength.

Facing a powerhouse like Wang Qian, Zi Zhaoyan naturally did not dare to be careless.

Compared to her previous battles, she was obviously far more cautious this time. She immediately unleashed the thunder arts that the Wulei Sacred Land specialized in, even summoning a suit of lightning armor to protect her entire body.

Wang Qian stood proudly in place, carrying the bearing of a true master. He did not rush to make the first move, seemingly waiting for Zi Zhaoyan to attack first.

"Purple Lightning Frostfall!"

In the next instant, Zi Zhaoyan raised her jade-like palm and attacked Wang Qian with two fingers pressed together.

As violet lightning arcs flickered around her, she lightly extended one finger outward. The movement appeared soft and powerless, like a butterfly in the morning descending gently among flowers.

It was precisely this move that had effortlessly broken Liu Donglin's killing technique earlier. It overcame strength with softness and possessed remarkable power.

Wang Qian's cold eyes flashed like lightning.

He stood unmoving in place.

Only when Zi Zhaoyan's attack reached right before his face did he finally make his move!

"Winds Rise Across the Nine Heavens!"

Wang Qian let out a low shout.

A terrifying gale instantly erupted outward from his body as the center point. Violent winds howled across the arena, eventually transforming into a massive tornado several zhang thick that churned wildly atop the stage.

Fortunately, the bronze arena was surrounded by a golden barrier that sealed the tornado's power within. Otherwise, the audience watching below would likely have been caught in the disaster as well.

An icy aura that pierced straight to the bone spread outward together with the tornado.

Zi Zhaoyan's expression immediately changed.

The moment an expert made a move, one could instantly tell whether they truly possessed ability or not.

Ling Feng slowly shook his head.

"This match will be difficult for Zi Zhaoyan."

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