Unstoppable Crushing: Starting from Adding Points in Dreams-Chapter 193 - 130: The Secrets of the Flame Tiger Sect, Breakthrough!

Chapter 193: Chapter 130: The Secrets of the Flame Tiger Sect, Breakthrough!

The indifferent tone fell to the ground.

The white light energy pillar struck the burly body, which should have been as unstoppable as a bamboo break, capable of twisting and crushing even steel.

But at this moment, it seemed as soft and powerless as flowing water.

The ancient bronze muscles were stacked block by block, each line as if carved from stone.

Step!

Bracing against the powerful energy pillar, Chen Feng indifferently stared at the True Disciple of the Songhe Style.

Step!

At the second step, the opponent’s pupils contracted, a mix of shock and fury.

How could this be?

How could this guy have trained his hard skills to such an extent?

Thought after thought arose as the stepping sounds hastened.

The next moment.

Power depleted, unable to sustain any longer.

Everything went dark before his eyes, all light blocked by the ancient bronze, turning to deep gloom.

Thump!!

A punch as violent as a sandbag burst forth, landing on the temple.

The body spun chaotically in mid-air several times, crashing over several treadmills and equipment before barely sliding to a stop on the ground.

Silence!

Dead silence!

Cao Tong and the others felt their understanding shattered once again, rendered utterly speechless.

All the injured students and coaches felt a strong sense of catharsis at this moment.

But...

Not enough!

Chen Feng walked towards the white-haired old man of Songhe Style, feeling that this was simply not enough.

But quickly, as if thinking of something.

He paused and switched targets.

"Merely relying on that few tricks of your master, you are nothing."

"Are you even worthy of dirtying my hands?"

Looking down at Jiang Yuan, Chen Feng coldly asked.

The person before him was spouting nonsense, full of slander.

He was eager to know why the other part would do this.

Gulp!

Swallowing his saliva, Jiang Yuan was reminded once again of the fear that had dominated him that day.

His face turned pale, with regret and guilt flickering in his eyes.

He subconsciously took a step back, his body trembling, and then fell to the ground.

The disheveled scene made the white-haired elder, Yang Chengyuan, curse the incompetence, then erupting with power, the white crane spread its wings.

Screeech!!

The crane’s cry resounded, and his speed surged as he broke free from the Third Elder’s entanglement, becoming a blur of afterimages.

Heading straight for Chen Feng, he was determined to cripple this junior, regardless of the truth.

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After today’s conflict, he would surely become a great enemy of the Songhe Style in the future!

"Die!!"

The killing intent was piercing as he now stood in front of Jiang Yuan, his hand darting towards Chen Feng’s lower back like a golden peck.

The Third Elder remained composed, and Chen Feng similarly narrowed his eyes, releasing his tightly clenched fist.

Snap!

A gust of wind arose, and a figure in a white robe reached out to grab the golden peck.

"Old Yang, Old Yang, your temper is a bit too hot."

"This is my disciple, what kind of play are you enacting here?"

With a smile that never left his face, the sudden appearance of Li Tongfeng was as serene as the clouds, his tone utterly calm.

Yang Chengyuan’s expression changed slightly, not having time to consider why the other had arrived so timely, nor did he heed the other’s seemingly conversational words.

Swoosh!

His power exploded, breaking free from constraints, snatching Jiang Yuan under his arm and retreating several meters.

Bam!!

The wooden floor shattered, splinters flying everywhere.

A gigantic Red Tiger Illusion hovered where he had just been, poised to strike.

Li Tong’s smile remained, yet a chilling light overlapped with the vertical pupils of the tiger’s eyes, inexplicably exuding an icy intent.

"Old Yang, why so silent?"

"We haven’t seen each other for a long time, how about we catch up?"

Li Tong said while stepping forward, the Third Elder, meanwhile, took control of the three unconscious True Disciples of Songhe Style.

Yang Chengyuan, witnessing this, had a dark expression, realizing he had been outplayed.

"Li Tong, your disciple killed an Elder of my Songhe Style, are you determined to start a war with my Songhe Style?"

In a last hope, he coldly asked. However, Li Tong looked at Jiang Yuan, who was being held, with a smile.

"There’s no evidence for that claim, it can be whatever you want."

"But your perspective is too narrow, why not say that my disciple killed your Sect Leader?"

"Didn’t he just retire injured? How about this, I’ll spread the word for you, saying it was done by my top disciple, how’s that?"

With a tone that seemed like bargaining, Yang Chengyuan’s expression was not good.

A junior injured their Sect Leader?

If this were to spread, even if the Martial Arts World knew it was false, they would mock them for it.

However, with this reminder, he also became more aware.

Glancing at the trembling, fearful Jiang Yuan.

He knew that some matters would have to be thoroughly inquired after returning to the Mountain Gate.

"Today, I admit defeat."

"Take good care of my three True Disciples from Songhe Style!"

As soon as his words fell, he broke through the window and left the Martial Arts Hall.

The three unconscious True Disciples of Songhe Style were left behind; Chen Feng watched the direction of their departure, the cold light in his eyes persisting for a long time.

"You can’t stop him."

Seemingly reading his thoughts, Li Tong patted his shoulder and sighed, "Songhe Style is quite outstanding in their movement techniques, if he’s determined to leave, it’s hard to keep him."

"But don’t worry, I will demand an explanation for this matter on your behalf."

His tone was even and comforting, Li Tong pointed to the three remaining True Disciples of Songhe Style, not mentioning Qian Changsong’s death or questioning the whole time.

Unconditional trust, Chen Feng stood silently for a moment, and finally nodded slightly.

"Let’s not talk about this, come here, there’s something I need to tell you."

Li Tong, with hands behind his back and a calm face, went upstairs, signaling for him to follow.

Chen Feng turned and stepped forward, following him into the Quiet Room.

Click!

The door closed.

Swoosh!!

In the next second, Li Tong’s calm expression suddenly changed, quickly turning and leaping to Chen Feng, his hands tightly grasping his shoulders.