64: Chapter 64: Captain's Duty Rivalry - Anyone have any objections?

Everyone followed the sound and looked over, only to see Qin Feng walking with calm steps, slowly making his way to stand opposite The Lame One and Zhao Chong.

The entire venue fell into a deathly silence at first.

Then, a burst of undisguised, uproarious laughter erupted!

"Hahaha! Did I hear that right? Is this kid crazy?!"

"A newcomer actually dares to come out and fight for the captain position?"

"Qin Feng, did you get scared out of your wits in the Luanzang Mountain Range, or did water get into your brain? This is a life-and-death duel, do you think it's child's play?!"

Facing the mockery of the crowd, Qin Feng didn't even lift an eyelid.

"Kid, if you want to die, I'll grant your wish first!"

The Lame One had long found it displeasing that a newcomer dared to be so arrogant, so he let out a cold shout and launched the first attack.

"Whoosh—!"

The Qi and blood of Mortal Stage 8 erupted with a roar, and the steel short staff brought with it a sharp whistling sound as it smashed directly toward Qin Feng's crown.

"Qin Feng, dodge quickly..." someone kind-hearted in the crowd exclaimed.

However, Qin Feng stood where he was, not moving even half a step.

Just as the steel short staff was less than three inches from his head, he suddenly raised his right hand, curled his five fingers into a claw, and lightning-fast grabbed the staff!

"Courting death, I'll cripple your hand!" The Lame One's face turned ferocious.

"Bang!"

A muffled sound rang out.

The smile on The Lame One's face instantly froze.

Qin Feng's hand was like an iron pincer, gripping the steel short staff tightly.

No matter how much The Lame One flushed with effort, the short staff could not be pressed down even a fraction.

"Your Mortal Stage 8? Why is there so little strength?" Qin Feng's lips curled into a mocking arc.

The next second, the violent Qi and blood from the Chaos Art instantly surged into his arm.

Qin Feng snatched the short staff backhand and, like swinging a baseball bat, viciously whipped it against The Lame One's chest!

"Crack!"

The crisp sound of shattered breastbones rang throughout the arena.

"Pfft—!"

The Lame One spat out a mouthful of blood, his whole body flying backward like a kite with a broken string for over ten meters, slamming heavily into the weapon rack of the Martial Arts Arena, twitching twice before passing out completely.

One strike to cause heavy injury, instantly killing a Mortal Stage 8!

The mocking laughter in the Martial Arts Arena stopped abruptly; everyone widened their eyes, looking at Qin Feng as if he were a monster.

"Clap! Clap! Clap!"

A sudden round of applause rang out.

Zhao Chong, carrying a nine-ring broadsword, strode to the center of the arena, a ferocious grin pulling at the flesh on his face.

"Good kid, no wonder you dared to come out and fight for the captain position; it turns out you've been playing the pig to eat the tiger all along! Judging by the strength of your strike just now, you're already at Mortal Stage 8, right?"

Zhao Chong stuck out his scarlet tongue and licked the blade, his eyes filled with cruel excitement, saying: "Pity, there is an insurmountable chasm between Mortal Stage 8 and Mortal Stage 9. Today, I will use your head to sacrifice to my new blade!"

"Too much nonsense." Qin Feng tossed the short staff aside and adopted a stance, "If you want to fight, then fight; if not, get lost."

"Arrogant bastard, die for me!"

Zhao Chong was furious, the terrifying Qi and blood of Mortal Stage 9 erupting from his body like boiling water.

"Boom!"

The bluestone slab beneath his feet was instantly crushed to powder, and he transformed into the Incarnation of a violent brown bear, swinging the nine-ring broadsword with the force of Mount Tai, hacking down toward his head.

"Clang!"

Qin Feng dodged to the side, evading the blade, while simultaneously punching the flat of the blade, using the force to retreat backward.

"Hahaha, you dodge quite quickly, take another strike from me."

Seeing Qin Feng retreat, Zhao Chong thought the opponent was afraid and timid, so he laughed wildly.

He gripped the blade with both hands, his movements wide and open, his saber technique pouring down like a violent storm.

"Clang, clang, clang, clang!"

In the Martial Arts Arena, Saber Qi surged, and sparks flew everywhere.

Qin Feng dodged left and right, being beaten into "repeated retreat," as if he would be split in two at any moment under Zhao Chong's terrifying offensive.

"Kid, weren't you pretty badass when you finished The Lame One earlier? Why are you scurrying around like a coward now?!"

Zhao Chong slashed and hacked madly while shouting mockery, one arrogant remark after another.

"Below Mortal Stage 9, all are ants. Do you think you can win against me with some petty, underhanded tricks?!"

"When I was hacking people in the Management Hall, you were still wearing open-crotch pants, damn it."

"Kneel down and call me Grandpa, and I'll leave your corpse intact!"

The surrounding guards watched the scene, shaking their heads and sighing.

"In the end, it's just not enough; how can a Mortal Stage 8 possibly beat a Mortal Stage 9?"

Steward Wang Taian, sitting in the grand armchair, leaned back nonchalantly and nodded, saying: "Zhao Chong's strength is indeed passable; he is qualified enough to be a captain of the 9th team."

Yang Liu also took a light sip of tea, the smile on the corners of her lips growing richer.

However, no one noticed.

Qin Feng, who had been forced to the edge of the Martial Arts Arena and had "nowhere left to retreat," showed no panic in his deep black eyes; instead, a flash of extremely cold mockery crossed them.

"Have you played enough?!" Qin Feng's voice suddenly rang out clearly amidst the flashing blades.

"What?!" Zhao Chong was slightly stunned.

In that split second, Qin Feng seized the opportunity, slammed his foot against the wall base, his originally "weak" Qi and blood instantly contracted, and he jerked his right sleeve.

"Swish—!"

A pitch-black flying knife, like lightning tearing through the night sky, carrying a shrill whistling sound, shot from an extremely tricky angle directly toward Zhao Chong's throat!

"Petty tricks, you dare to show off in front of me?!"

Zhao Chong grinned ferociously, reacting extremely quickly. He flipped the nine-ring broadsword in his hand, and with violent Qi and blood, fiercely hacked toward the incoming flying knife.

"Zing—!!!"

A harsh metallic explosion rang through the sky!

How terrifying was the full-power strike of a Mortal Stage 9 like Zhao Chong? The steel-forged flying knife was actually split into two by his blade in mid-air.

"Hahaha... trash, even your hidden weapon is so..."

Before the words of mocking laughter were finished, Zhao Chong's pupils suddenly contracted to the size of pinpricks.

Because he discovered in horror that the two halves of the flying knife did not fall; instead, shrouded in fierce True Essence, their momentum not only did not weaken, but they moved left and right like two venomous snakes, instantly bypassing the defensive range of the broadsword.

"Puchi! Puchi!"

Two scalp-tingling sounds of flesh being pierced rang out!

"Ah—!!!"

The two halves of the flying knife pierced with pinpoint accuracy into Zhao Chong's eyes, driving straight into his brain.

The Qi force attached to the flying knife completely exploded the moment it entered Zhao Chong's eye sockets.

"Bang!"

The massive body suddenly stiffened, and a muffled explosion sounded inside his skull. Red and white matter gushed wildly from his seven orifices.

Zhao Chong didn't even have time to leave any last words; the hundred-pound nine-ring broadsword hit the ground with a "clang," and his whole body, like a collapsing mountain of flesh, slammed heavily onto the bluestone slabs, dying on the spot.

Silence.

Deathly silence.

The entire Martial Arts Arena was so quiet that a pin drop could be heard. Instantly killing The Lame One, counter-killing the Mortal Stage 9 Zhao Chong.

Everything happened too fast, so fast that even Steward Wang Taian above didn't have time to intervene.

Qin Feng took a deep breath and slowly retracted his Qi and blood.

Then, he turned around, first cupping his hands toward Steward Wang Taian and Yang Liu, who were sitting in the grand armchairs with faces full of shock.

Next, Qin Feng slowly turned his head, his gaze as sharp as a blade sweeping over everyone present.

His voice was not loud, but it hit everyone's heart like a heavy hammer: "I will be the captain of the 9th team, does anyone else have an objection?"