73: Chapter 73 Brothers Humiliated

"Whoosh!"

Three "Qi-Breaking Needles," as thin as cow hair and dipped in high-grade paralyzing toxin, shot out without warning from the gap in the battle armor's wrist guards! At such close range, they despicably pierced into the connection of Jiang Feng's rib muscles, his weakest defensive gate!

"Pfft!"

The moment the toxic needles entered his body, Jiang Feng shuddered violently, feeling a freezing, paralyzing sensation instantly surge through his limbs and bones.

"You... despicable..." Jiang Feng's eyes widened, a mouthful of blood welling up in his throat.

Due to the toxin's interference, his perfectly circulating breathing technique came to a fatal halt, and his indestructible [Iron Body] irreversibly cracked open a tiny flaw in that instant.

"All is fair in war! Die!!!"

With a crazed look on his face, Zhao Kuang seized this fleeting vulnerability and instantly pushed the power of his battle armor's Formation to its limit.

The long-suppressed Radiant Gold Flame seemed to find an outlet, pouring frantically into Jiang Feng's body through that tiny opening.

"Roar..."

The majestic phantom of the Titan Giant Bear behind Jiang Feng finally couldn't withstand the double onslaught of the toxin and the internal-external fire poison. It let out an extremely painful wail, twisted violently in the sea of fire, and after holding on for a mere two seconds, collapsed and vanished.

As soon as the phantom shattered, the two-thousand-degree heat directly struck Jiang Feng's body, which was now devoid of the [Iron Body] protection.

The S-rank Radiant Gold Flame carried not only extreme heat but was also laced with pervasive fire poison!

"Argh—!"

Jiang Feng let out a shrill scream. His forward momentum was forced to a halt by the sea of fire. The moment his exposed arms and chest came into contact with the flames, his flesh began to shrivel and blacken, emitting plumes of white smoke.

An extremely pungent smell of burning flesh even seeped through the Arena's ventilation System, wafting into the front rows of the spectator stands.

"Can't take it already?"

In the center of the sea of fire, Zhao Kuang stood unscathed. The battle armor insulated him from the high temperatures, making him look like a god of fire looking down on Jiang Feng as he struggled in the flames.

Standing at the edge of the stage, the referee frowned as he looked at Jiang Feng's injuries, tightening his grip on the decision device in his hand. According to the rules, if one party suffered irreversible, severe injuries, the match should be terminated immediately.

But just as the referee was about to press the stop button, he suddenly remembered the bearer black card worth one million Star Coins that the Zhao family's butler had slipped him before the exam, along with the instruction to "wait two more minutes."

The referee gritted his teeth, forced his hand back down, and turned his gaze elsewhere.

On the stage.

Looking at Jiang Feng, who was charred black all over but still refused to fall, Zhao Kuang recalled the absolute command from his father, Patriarch Zhao Batian:

"Torment him! Enrage Su Chen!"

A ruthless, murderous intent flashed in the depths of Zhao Kuang's eyes.

He did not choose to just punch Jiang Feng off the stage.

Zhao Kuang waved his hands violently.

"Crack! Crack!"

From within the sea of fire, two whips formed from the Radiant Gold Flame shot out like venomous snakes.

The fire whips cracked loudly in mid-air, wrapping with pinpoint accuracy around Jiang Feng's knees and wrists!

"Ah!"

Jiang Feng shook violently from the pain. Joints were the most fragile parts of the human body, where defenses were at their weakest.

The dark-gold flames bit down hard on his joints, burning them frantically.

No sooner had blood seeped from his ruptured wounds than it was instantly vaporized into a red mist by the two-thousand-degree heat. His sweat had long dried up.

His skin split and his flesh tore open.

The flesh around his knees was even burned through, exposing jagged, pale-white bone!

"Kneel!"

Zhao Kuang yanked hard on the fire whips in his hands, laughing wildly amidst the sea of fire.

His laughter echoed through the loudspeakers, reverberating across the dead-silent Arena.

"You dead fatty, kneel and kowtow to beg for mercy! As long as you give this young master three loud kowtows, I will extinguish this fire!"

Zhao Kuang's face twisted, his eyes cruel to the extreme. "Otherwise, I will roast you alive right here on this stage today! I'll cripple your limbs!"

In the stands holding a hundred thousand people, not a single person spoke.

Everyone was horrified by Zhao Kuang's incredibly insidious and cruel methods. This was no longer a match; it was a one-sided slaughter.

"Is this referee blind?! Why isn't he stopping the match?!" In the Third Middle School section, a student couldn't help but shout, eyes red.

But the referee remained deaf to it all, staring fixedly at the ceiling.

In the center of the stage.

Agonizing pain washed over Jiang Feng's brain in wave after wave.

His kneecaps had already changed color from the burning, and his legs trembled violently under the pull of the fire whips, as if they would snap completely and force him to his knees the next second.

If he just knelt.

If he just cried out surrender.

This hellish torment would come to an end.

But.

This fat guy, who usually seemed honest and simple, always trailing behind Su Chen and calling him "Brother Chen," didn't have even the slightest thought of bending his knees at this moment.

He gritted his teeth so hard that blood even seeped from his gums.

He desperately squeezed the remaining Titan Bloodline within his body, stubbornly resisting the pull of the fire whips.

Even though his knees were burned to the bone, and even though there wasn't a single patch of intact skin left on his body.

His legs remained like two unshakeable steel nails, pinned firmly to the shattered floor of the stage.

Fighting to the death without retreating!

Rather dying than kneeling!

"In your... dreams..."

Jiang Feng raised his head with great difficulty. On his soot-blackened face, his small eyes burned with a fierce, bloody resolve a hundred times more intense than the surrounding Radiant Gold Flame.

He glared intently at the overbearing Zhao Kuang.

A heavy, raspy breath, like a broken bellows, came from his throat.

"Pah!"

Jiang Feng spat forward violently, coughing up bloody phlegm mixed with fragments of his internal organs. The bloody spit passed through the flames and landed at the feet of Zhao Kuang's battle armor.

"I... I am Brother Chen's brother..."

Jiang Feng's voice was hoarse and broken due to the extreme pain, but each word was like thunder violently hammered out from his chest.

"A bastard like you... who relies on your family pouring money on you..."

"...is worthy of making me kneel?!"

Jiang Feng suddenly let out a shrill yet incredibly arrogant roar: "Keep dreaming your pipe dreams!!!"

This roar echoed loudly through the sound System, reverberating across the Arena of a hundred thousand people.

The wild laughter on Zhao Kuang's face instantly froze.

He looked down at the bloody phlegm at his feet, and the humiliated rage and murderous intent in his eyes completely breached his defense of sanity.

"Then go to Hell for me!"

Zhao Kuang had completely lost his patience for torture.

He slammed his hands together, and all the Radiant Gold Flame in the surrounding sea of fire began to frantically gather and compress toward his palms.

A massive fireball of a terrifying platinum-gold color, containing destructive energy, rapidly took shape.

His target.

Pointed directly at Jiang Feng's completely defenseless Dantian and Qi Sea.

This strike was not just meant to take Jiang Feng's life, but to completely destroy his martial arts Foundation!

At the exact moment Zhao Kuang was about to blast the fireball out.

In the waiting area.

Su Chen, who had been sitting quietly in his chair, watching the stage.

Those deep, pitch-black eyes turned completely cold in an instant.