110: Chapter 110 Forcing Me? Heavenly Overlord Body, Activate!!

"Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish—"

Guided by true essence refined to the extreme, the nine steel throwing knives that were scattered across the ground—items Supervisor Dao Chengkong had dismissed as scrap metal—suddenly let out a crisp metallic chime and soared into the air from the ground!

These nine throwing knives seemed to possess a life of their own, hovering and swirling in mid-air, their tips all pointing directly at the nearby Supervisor Dao Chengkong.

"Kill!"

Qin Feng did not even move a finger; he merely shifted his thoughts.

"Xiu xiu xiu xiu—!!!"

The nine throwing knives transformed into nine bolts of deadly lightning, accompanied by shrill sonic booms that tore through the air, shooting madly toward the vital points of Supervisor Dao Chengkong from nine incredibly tricky angles that completely defied the laws of physics!

"No!!!"

Supervisor Dao Chengkong was scared out of his wits. He no longer cared about pressing down with his giant blade and hurriedly withdrew his weapon to defend himself.

"Clang! Clang! Clang..."

The dense sound of metal striking metal merged into a continuous stream on Arena No. 1.

However, he was indeed a Supervisor seasoned in battle. At this life-or-death moment, he forcefully unleashed 120 percent of his potential, dancing his giant blade into an impenetrable defense.

Amidst the scattering sparks, he miraculously deflected eight of the incoming throwing knives in succession!

"Hahaha, I blocked it! Your hidden weapons cannot kill me!"

The moment he deflected the eighth throwing knife, Supervisor Dao Chengkong was ecstatic, believing he had finally survived this lethal barrage.

However, his arrogant laughter had not yet fully faded.

"Puchi—!!!"

A soft yet bone-chilling sound of flesh being pierced rang out abruptly.

Supervisor Dao Chengkong's massive body stiffened abruptly, and his wild laughter came to an abrupt halt.

He lowered his head with great difficulty, inch by inch.

He saw that on the left side of his chest, at some point, a terrifying blood hole had appeared, piercing straight through him!

Blood gushed out frantically like a fountain, staining the bluestone floor beneath his feet red.

That was the ninth throwing knife.

It was slower and more concealed than the previous eight, but at the very moment Supervisor Dao Chengkong's nerves were most relaxed and his previous strength was spent, it struck like a venomous snake lurking in the night, silently piercing his heart!

"You..."

Supervisor Dao Chengkong opened his mouth, and mouthfuls of blood gushed out.

He stared fixedly at Qin Feng, the vitality in his eyes fading rapidly like a receding tide.

"Bang!"

The giant blade slipped from his grasp and hit the ground, and Supervisor Dao Chengkong's corpse slammed heavily onto the arena.

"Swish!"

Qin Feng slowly raised his right hand.

The nine throwing knives traced a graceful arc in the air, not a drop of blood on them, and landed steadily back into his palm.

Qin Feng toyed with the throwing knives with his slender fingers, glanced at the corpse on the ground, and commented in a sincere tone:

"You were indeed a little bit stronger than that person who played with hidden weapons earlier."

Silence.

Dead silence.

In the massive Central Square, the breathing of over a hundred thousand people seemed to have completely stopped at this moment.

He died...

Supervisor Dao Chengkong, the renowned Supervisor of the Second District known for his brutality and strength in the Servant District, had been sent to Hell by his own hubris without even touching a corner of his opponent's clothes.

"A devil... He is a devil!"

"Controlling blades with Qi?! How could he achieve something so unfathomable?"

After the brief silence, gasps of terror erupted from the crowd.

At this moment, no one dared to regard Qin Feng as an arrogant, ignorant kid anymore.

The dark-robed figure standing on Arena No. 1 had been infinitely elevated in their eyes, transforming into an insurmountable god of slaughter!

Elder Sun, who was in mid-air, also suddenly straightened his posture, his eyes shooting out undisguised brilliance as he said:

"What exquisite control over true essence. With such talent, even in the Outer Sect, he would definitely be among the ranks of geniuses!"

On the arena, Qin Feng completely ignored the exclamations of the ants around him.

He slowly turned his head, casting his gaze, which was as deep as an abyss, toward the only person still standing below the arena,

the Supervisor of the First District, and the recognized strongest person in the Servant District, Supervisor Chen Rufeng!

"It's your turn."

Qin Feng casually tossed the throwing knife in his palm and caught it, his tone as calm as if he were greeting the next person coming up to die.

Facing Qin Feng's highly oppressive gaze, Supervisor Chen Rufeng's face turned so gloomy it was as if it could drip water.

He slowly drew the longsword from his back.

"Clang—"

A clear, resonant sword chime rang through the sky.

It was a longsword that seemed to be forged entirely from ice, with complex snowflake formations engraved on the blade, emitting a bone-chilling cold.

A second-tier Medium Grade Magical Artifact—the Frost Sword!

Supervisor Chen Rufeng tapped his toes and his figure, like a solitary goose, drifted lightly onto the arena.

He did not act flustered like the previous two, but instead looked at Qin Feng with a condescending gaze that even carried a hint of pity.

"You have indeed surprised me. Being able to kill two idiots in a row, you are qualified to make me draw my sword."

Supervisor Chen Rufeng pointed his longsword diagonally at the ground, and the cold air from the blade caused a layer of fine white frost to form in the surrounding air.

"However, if you think you can challenge my Sword Dao with your little tricks, you are being too naive."

Speaking in an extremely arrogant tone, Supervisor Chen Rufeng approached step by step, his Sword Intent beginning to climb frantically.

"Is that so?"

Qin Feng sneered and abruptly shook his wrist.

"Swish, swish, swish!"

Three steel throwing knives formed a triangular formation, turning into three bolts of black lightning that instantly tore through the sky, aiming directly at his face, throat, and heart!

"Mere tricks!"

Supervisor Chen Rufeng let out a cold snort and gently turned his wrist.

"Swish!"

A brilliant, snow-like sword light suddenly bloomed in mid-air.

"Crack! Crack! Crack!"

The teeth-grinding sound of metal shattering rang out one after another.

Qin Feng's three steel throwing knives, infused with true essence and supposed to be indestructible, were instantly shattered into countless tiny iron fragments in mid-air the moment they touched the snow-white sword light, as if they were fragile glass.

The iron fragments flew in all directions, and not a single throwing knife could get within a foot of Supervisor Chen Rufeng.

"This... what strong Sword Qi!"

"A Magical Artifact, that's a second-tier Magical Artifact! How can throwing knives made of ordinary iron possibly withstand the might of a Magical Artifact?!"

The crowd below the arena exclaimed once again upon seeing this.

After shattering the throwing knives, Supervisor Chen Rufeng stopped his steps, the mockery at the corners of his mouth becoming even more obvious.

"Your Martial Skill is indeed quite good, and your control over true essence can be considered Peak."

"Unfortunately, your weapon is far too ordinary. Attempting to break through the edge of my second-tier Magical Artifact with mere pieces of scrap metal? It's simply wishful thinking!"

Qin Feng looked at the used-up throwing knives, raised an eyebrow slightly, and said nothing.

The absolute suppression in equipment was indeed an insurmountable chasm in the world of cultivation.

"The game is over. Now, let me show you true despair!"

Thinking his opponent had resigned himself to his fate, Supervisor Chen Rufeng's eyes turned sharp, and he poured his Peak fourth-level Qi Refining true essence into the Frost Sword without reservation!

"Falling Snow Sword Technique—Ice Freezing for a Thousand Miles!!!"

Accompanied by a violent shout, the temperature above the arena suddenly dropped to the freezing point, and the originally clear sky strangely began to flutter with heavy, goose-feather snowflakes!

The snowflakes were crystal clear and stunningly beautiful, but every single snowflake contained Sword Qi that was sharp to the extreme!

The sky full of snow instantly sealed off every inch of space on Arena No. 1.

"Chi! Chi! Chi!"

A snowflake landed on the bluestone floor, and it sliced open a deep crack silently, just like cutting through tofu.

The entire arena had transformed into a lethal ice and snow cage!

"It's over. Even the air is filled with Sword Qi. How can he dodge this?"

"Qin Feng has lost his weapon; this time he is truly doomed..."

Yang Liu, watching this scene from below the arena, closed her eyes in despair, tears streaming from her eyes.

Amidst the sky full of snow, a few snowflakes landed on Qin Feng's dark athletic attire, instantly slicing a few tears in the tough fabric and revealing the solid, bronze-colored skin underneath.

"To turn into an ice sculpture under my Falling Snow Sword is your supreme honor!"

Supervisor Chen Rufeng laughed wildly, becoming one with his sword, transforming into a massive ice and snow sword light several zhang long, and with the momentum to tear through the sky, he stabbed fiercely toward Qin Feng's heart!

This sword strike was a Peak blow, enough to kill any Cultivator of the same rank in an instant!

Facing such an overwhelming and unavoidable lethal Sword Intent.

Qin Feng slowly raised his head, his eyes devoid of any fear, instead flashing with a nearly insane Battle Intent and disdain.

"I originally wanted to get along with you all as a hidden weapon expert, but all I got in return was you pushing your luck."

He whispered softly.

Subsequently, Qin Feng exerted force, and the blood in his body began to roar wildly...

"Heavenly Tyrant Body," Activate—!!!