Fantasy, starting with a treasure bowl

"You little brat, die!"

As the Heavenly Fiend True Qi above his head became more and more condensed, Zeng Jin suddenly rushed out, just like the Water God Gonggong angrily crashing into Buzhou Mountain in the past, and immediately rammed into Lu Feng opposite him.

Swish!

Seeing this, Lu Feng did not confront the enemy head-on. Instead, he simply dodged to the side and, like a nimble eel, instantly retreated to the back of the valley.

Boom! Crack...!

The moment Lu Feng leaped back, Zeng Jin's massive head struck in an instant, raising a cloud of dust and leaving a deep, unfathomable crack in the ground, as if demonstrating the formidable power of the impact!

"What a hard head!"

"This guy really has an iron head!"

Seeing that Zeng Jin had actually smashed his head into the ground and was completely unharmed, Lu Feng also looked curious.

It has to be said that the opponent's bald head is indeed something special, and after being enhanced with the Heavenly Fiend True Qi, not to mention the ground beneath everyone's feet, even a ten-thousand-foot mountain could not withstand Zeng Jin's Heavenly Fiend Iron Head Skill!

Unfortunately, Lu Feng was superior to Zeng Jin in terms of strength, cultivation, and speed. No matter how tough Zeng Jin's head was, he couldn't hurt him in the slightest, and couldn't even touch the hem of Lu Feng's clothes!

"You little bastard, where do you think you're going?!"

Just as Lu Feng was pondering, he saw Zeng Jin rushing towards him from behind again. His bald head was still transparent and shiny, and he was also shrouded in bursts of Heavenly Fiend True Qi. It seemed that he intended to take advantage of the situation to pursue and completely capture Lu Feng!

However, facing Zeng Jin's frequent attacks, Lu Feng dodged throughout and did not retaliate.

For a moment, the entire battlefield became a very strange scene!

All the people present saw was Zeng Jin transforming into a mad bull, constantly chasing and butting Lu Feng with his head, while the latter was like a matador, roaming freely throughout the arena, but he just wouldn't fight back!

...

Meanwhile, the Ancient Buddha Sect's procession

"Master, who do you think will win this battle?"

Seeing that Zeng Jin and Lu Feng were playing hide-and-seek and the battle was dragging on without a clear winner, Fa Wuxiang stepped forward and bowed to the Sanzang monk in front of him with his palms together, his tone somewhat tentative.

After all, Zeng Jin and Zeng Jue, these two ruthless brothers, were special reinforcements invited by their Ancient Buddha Sect. Now that they saw Zeng Jin being held back by Lu Feng the whole time and unable to win the battle, Fa Wuxiang naturally couldn't sit still.

"Amitabha Buddha, I'm afraid Benefactor Zeng Jin is no match for this young Brother Lu..."

Faced with his disciple's doubts, the monk Sanzang shook his head slightly, then put his palms together and said quietly, as if he had also seen that Lu Feng's strength was not as simple as it seemed on the surface.

"Master, this...it can't be possible!"

Upon hearing this, Fa Wuxiang's expression froze slightly. He then clasped his hands together, his tone somewhat incredulous, "Although Benefactor Zeng Jin himself is only at the ninth level of the Spirit Soul Realm, the Yuan Power aura emanating from that young brother Lu is undoubtedly much weaker. I'm afraid his chances of winning this battle are slim..."

"Wu Xiang, I have told you many times before that all things in the world are impermanent, so do not be deceived by the superficial appearances of things..."

Interrupting Fa Wuxiang again, the Sanzang Master continued unhurriedly, "This boy is definitely not as simple as you think. He may even become one of your formidable opponents in a moment. You must not be careless or underestimate him..."

"This...I understand!"

Despite still having some doubts, Fa Wuxiang did not say anything after being reminded by the Tripitaka Master, and immediately put his palms together in greeting.

After all, the other party is not only the current abbot of the Ancient Buddha Sect and a master of the third level of the Yuanhai Realm, but also his mentor. His judgment is not comparable to that of ordinary martial artists, and he is unlikely to misjudge people!

On the other side, the battle continued fiercely.

"Damn it! Is this little beast a monkey?! How can his speed be so astonishing? Even with all my Heavenly Fiend True Qi, I can't catch up with him even a fraction of his speed...!"

Seeing that Lu Feng not only moved freely throughout the entire field, but also that his own attacks hadn't even touched the corner of Lu Feng's clothes, Zeng Jin's face turned ashen, as ugly as a pig's liver!

After all, the Heavenly Fiend True Qi that had gathered above his head was not inexhaustible. If this dragged on, and the Heavenly Fiend True Qi was exhausted, his famous "Heavenly Fiend Iron Head Skill" would also be destroyed without a fight!

"Heh, I thought you had some other impressive tricks up your sleeve, but it turns out all you can do is headbutt people like a mad bull. It seems that even the once infamous 'Great Heavenly Fiend' brother is nothing special after all..."

With another swift movement, Lu Feng easily dodged Zeng Jin's iron head strike. A slight smile played on his lips.

"You little bastard! Don't you dare run away!"

"If we were to fight head-on, let's see if your great-grandfather can't kill you...!"

Faced with Lu Feng's provocation, Zeng Jin was also consumed by rage. He charged forward like a mad dog, seemingly having been led around like a dog by the other party, and was momentarily at a loss for his guard.

"Since you want to play, I'll grant your wish!"

Seeing this, Lu Feng also gave a cold smile.

Moreover, instead of dodging Zeng Jin's Heavenly Fiend Iron Head Technique as before, he charged straight at him.

"The Eight Spirit Seals of Gara!"

Lu Feng's eyes turned cold, and then he unleashed a powerful palm strike from a distance. Instantly, a large amount of Yuan energy surged out like a tidal wave, transforming into eight terrifying golden giant palms that aimed directly at Zeng Jin's forehead and crown!

"This is... a mid-level Xuan-grade martial art?!"

Faced with Lu Feng's strong counterattack, Zeng Jin's expression changed slightly, revealing deep shock and disbelief!

Because the power of the opponent's palm strike was comparable to a true mid-level Xuan-grade martial art, and even his Heavenly Fiend Iron Head Technique could hardly withstand it!

Rumble! Pfft!

In the blink of an eye, eight giant golden palms pierced through the air and struck like an unstoppable torrent of steel, instantly blasting Zeng Jin hundreds of meters away until he finally collapsed to the ground, coughing up blood!

Click...!

Not only that, the large mass of Heavenly Fiend True Qi above the opponent's forehead also vanished into thin air, clearly unable to withstand the power of Lu Feng's Gara Eight Spirit Seals, leaving only countless drops of blood and a hideous bloodstain!

"Cough cough cough...!"

Struggling to his feet, Zeng Jin wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, staring at Lu Feng in disbelief. "No! How is this possible...!"

"I, Zeng Jin, was once one of the most formidable brothers, the Great Heavenly Fiend. How could I possibly lose to an unknown brat!"

Zeng Jin clenched his teeth, his face ashen, seemingly unwilling to accept defeat.

After all, he had cultivated the Heavenly Fiend Iron Head Technique his whole life, making his head almost as indestructible as a copper wall or iron wall. Moreover, with the support of the Heavenly Fiend True Qi, he could even pierce through a ten-thousand-foot mountain with his head!

However, even though he used all his strength to unleash the Heavenly Fiend Iron Head Technique, he couldn't even pierce through Lu Feng's shoe sole, and was even defeated by Lu Feng's palm strike!

Thinking of this, Zeng Jin was naturally filled with resentment and almost broke down!

"Zeng Jin actually lost?"

"This... I didn't see that wrong, did I?"

"With just a casual palm strike, he severely injured Zeng Jin, the 'Great Heavenly Fiend' at the ninth level of the Spirit Soul Realm, causing him to vomit blood. Could it be that this person was also pretending to be weak while actually being strong?"

"I've heard that this Lu Feng is a disciple of Falling Star Academy, and now it seems he truly lives up to his reputation...!"

Seeing Lu Feng suddenly switch from defense to offense and severely injure Zeng Jin with a single palm strike, the geniuses from various countries watching the battle exchanged bewildered glances, their expressions filled with astonishment. They seemed to have never expected the battle to end this way!

After all, Zeng Jin was chasing after Lu Feng one second ago, almost having the upper hand, but the next second he was slapped away by the latter, which was quite funny!