128: Chapter 127 One Punch, One Kill! Three Ironbone Clan Members Remaining

Lin Feng walked onto the arena stage.

His footsteps were light, making almost no sound as they stepped on the silver metallic floor. The dragon slaying sword hung at his waist, unsheathed. He walked to the center of the arena and stood opposite Iron Bone Tribe Warrior No. 5.

The two-meter-tall silver-white skeleton's chest was covered in scorch marks and sword gashes left by Xiao Yutong. It had already fought six matches and won six matches. But it was still standing, and standing very steadily. Its pair of flickering blue flame eyes stared at Lin Feng.

"You are also called Lin Feng?"

"Yes."

Iron Bone Tribe Warrior No. 5 nodded. "You are stronger than all those people before you. I can feel it." It paused, "But you cannot defeat me."

Lin Feng looked at it. "Let's see."

Iron Bone Tribe Warrior No. 5 laughed. That smile was eerie, making one's scalp tingle. "Fine. Let's see."

It raised its hand, spreading its five fingers. In its palm, a silver light began to condense. That light was richer and more dazzling than any time before. The entire arena was illuminated as bright as day.

At the edge of the arena, Su Xiaoxiao clenched her fists, her palms drenched in sweat. "Can he do it..." Zhao Tiejun stood beside her, his eyes fixed on the arena. "I don't know." Xiao Yutong was also standing, her lips pressed into a thin line. "He must."

Li Mingze sat on the ground by the arena, head lowered, not daring to look. Chen Zhixing pushed up his glasses, his fingers trembling. Ye Xinyi had her hands clasped in prayer, her lips moving as she muttered something unknown.

The silver light in Iron Bone Tribe Warrior No. 5's palm had already condensed into an energy ball half a meter in diameter. It looked at Lin Feng, the flames in its eye sockets flickering. "This move was originally prepared for your final person. But now, I'm giving it to you."

It pushed out that energy ball. The silver orb of light, like a meteor, blasted toward Lin Feng! Wherever it passed, the air burned! A deep trench was plowed into the arena floor!

Lin Feng did not dodge. He raised his right hand and spread his five fingers. In his palm, eight-colored light began to converge—golden light, crimson fire, azure water, green wind, earthy yellow rock, purple lightning, silver-white ice, and pitch-black darkness. Eight colors swirled, intertwined, and underwent Fusion in his palm.

Iron Bone Tribe Warrior No. 5 looked at that mass of eight-colored light, the flames in its eye sockets suddenly shrinking. "This is..."

Lin Feng clenched his fingers, and the eight-colored light condensed into a fist-sized mass. Facing that silver energy ball, he threw a punch!

The eight-colored light and the silver energy ball collided in the center of the arena!

There was no explosion. No loud bang. There was only a soft—'pop'.

Like a bubble being pricked.

That silver energy ball shattered. It turned into countless silver specks of light, scattering into the air. Iron Bone Tribe Warrior No. 5 was stunned. It looked at its empty palm, the flames in its eye sockets flickering violently. "Impossible..."

Before it could finish its words, Lin Feng's fist had already reached it. A single punch landed on its chest.

"Crack—"

Starting from the chest, cracks spread across the entire two-meter-tall silver-white skeleton. Like a spiderweb, they were dense and numerous. Then, the entire skeleton shattered. It turned into countless silver-white fragments, scattering into the air. It didn't even have a chance to surrender.

[Earth Federation · Lin Feng, Victory. Iron Bone Tribe Warrior No. 5, Eliminated. Remaining: Iron Bone Clan 4, Earth Federation 4.]

The arena fell silent.

Su Xiaoxiao's mouth was agape and her eyes were wide, as if someone were choking her. Zhao Tiejun's hand stopped mid-air, forgotten. Xiao Yutong's lips were still pressed together, but her eyes had rounded. Chen Zhixing's glasses almost fell off. Ye Xinyi's hands were still clasped together, but she had forgotten what she was reciting.

Li Mingze looked up at Lin Feng on the arena, his face pale. He had just been thinking about whether to use the matter regarding Chen Lin to trade for a different turn order. Now he knew—there was no need to trade. Because there was no need for him to go up at all.

The Iron Bone Clan's side also fell silent.

The three Iron Bone Clan warriors who hadn't gone up yet looked at the fragments on the arena, the flames in their eye sockets flickering simultaneously. The tallest one, the two-and-a-half-meter Captain of the Iron-Bone Tribe, tightened its grip on its greatsword. As it looked at Lin Feng, for the first time... gravity appeared in those two blue flames.

"Next." Lin Feng said.

His voice wasn't loud, but in the silent arena, everyone heard it clearly.

Iron Bone Tribe Warrior No. 6 walked up. It was even taller than No. 5, at two-point-three meters, holding a double-edged battle-axe in its hand. The axe blade was wide, gleaming with a faint blue cold light. It walked to the center of the arena and stood opposite Lin Feng. It looked at the fragments on the ground and remained silent for three seconds. Then it looked up.

"You are very powerful. But I am not afraid."

Lin Feng looked at it. "Mm."

Iron Bone Tribe Warrior No. 6 raised its battle-axe, and silver light began to condense on the blade. The light grew brighter and more dazzling. Then, it swung the axe down!

A silver blade of light shot out from the axe, cleaving toward Lin Feng! Its speed was astonishing! Wherever the light blade passed, the air was split in two!

Lin Feng did not dodge. He raised his right hand and spread his five fingers. The eight-colored light converged once more. Facing that silver light blade, he threw a punch!

"Crack—"

The silver light blade shattered. Like glass, it broke into countless pieces. Lin Feng's fist did not stop, passing through those fragments and striking Iron Bone Tribe Warrior No. 6's chest.

"Crack—"

Starting from the chest, cracks spread across the entire two-point-three-meter silver-white skeleton. Then, it shattered. It turned into countless silver-white fragments, scattering into the air. There wasn't even a scream.

[Earth Federation · Lin Feng, Victory. Iron Bone Tribe Warrior No. 6, Eliminated. Remaining: Iron Bone Clan 3, Earth Federation 4.]

Su Xiaoxiao finally made a sound. "One punch... another punch..." Zhao Tiejun also spoke. "Two punches. Two of them." Xiao Yutong looked at Lin Feng on the arena, her eyes filled with complex emotions. "He hasn't even used his full strength yet."

Chen Zhixing pushed his glasses, his hands still trembling. "His power... isn't Elemental Fusion. It's... Law?" he murmured, his voice so soft only he could hear.

Li Mingze sat on the ground by the arena, looking at Lin Feng's back, his face growing whiter. He remembered how in the cafeteria, he had smiled and told Lin Feng to "work hard together." He remembered how in the corridor, he had wanted to use the matter of Chen Lin as a trade. Now he knew—Lin Feng didn't need him to trade anything. Nor did he need his encouragement. He only needed to stand here and, punch by punch, shatter all those Iron Bone Clan warriors.

"Next." Lin Feng said.

Iron Bone Tribe Warrior No. 7 walked up. It was even taller than No. 6, at two-point-four meters, holding a greatsword in its hand. The blade was broad, wider than its own body. It walked to the center of the arena and stood opposite Lin Feng. It looked at those fragments on the ground and remained silent for a long time. Then it looked up.

"You are strong. Stronger than any human from Earth I have ever seen."

Lin Feng looked at it. "Thank you."

Iron Bone Tribe Warrior No. 7 raised its greatsword, and silver light began to condense on the blade. That light was richer than any of the previous Iron Bone Clan warriors. The entire arena was trembling.

"But this strike is the culmination of my life's power. You cannot block it."

Lin Feng looked at that greatsword and the increasingly bright silver light. "Let's see."

Iron Bone Tribe Warrior No. 7 slashed down! A massive silver light blade shot out from the sword's edge, cleaving toward Lin Feng! That light blade was larger than the warrior itself! Wherever it passed, a deep trench was split into the arena floor!

Lin Feng raised his right hand and spread his fingers. The eight-colored light converged once more. This time, it wasn't just eight colors. Those eight colors swirled, intertwined, and fused in his palm, finally turning into a mass of... Chaos-colored light. It was a murky grey, like the sky before dawn, like clouds before a storm. In that light, there was no color, only power.

Lin Feng faced that silver light blade and threw a punch!

The Chaos-colored light and the silver light blade collided in the center of the arena.

This time, there was a sound.

"BOOM—"

A muffled thud. The silver light blade shattered. It didn't break into fragments; it crumbled into powder. Like sand, like dust, it scattered into the air. Lin Feng's fist did not stop, passing through that powder and striking Iron Bone Tribe Warrior No. 7's chest.

"Crack—"

Starting from the chest, cracks spread across the entire two-point-four-meter silver-white skeleton. Then, it shattered. It turned into countless silver-white powder, scattering into the air.

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"Earth Federation, Lin Feng, wins. Iron Bone Clan No. 7, eliminated. Remaining: 2 from Iron Bone Clan, 4 from Earth Federation."

Su Xiaoxiao was speechless. She just stood there with her mouth open, watching Lin Feng on the arena, her eyes shining like stars.

Zhao Tiejun took a deep breath. "Three punches. Three people."

Xiao Yutong looked at Lin Feng, silent for a long time. "He is not human."

Chen Zhixing pushed up his glasses, his fingers no longer trembling. "Chaos... He unleashed the power of Chaos..." he muttered, his voice trembling slightly. It wasn't fear. It was excitement. The excitement of discovering a new world.

Li Mingze sat on the ground by the edge of the arena, no longer looking at it. He lowered his head, staring at his own hands. Those hands were white, clean, and well-maintained. They were the hands of the academy's top student, the hands of an S-Rank Talent holder, the hands of a Genius. But now, those hands were shaking.

He remembered the expression on Chen Lin's face back at the academy when she spoke of Lin Feng. Her eyes had been bright, like stars. "He is very powerful. Really." He had smiled back then, dismissing it. How powerful could a piece of trash with an F-Rank Talent be? Now, he knew.

On the Iron Bone Clan's side, only two remained.

The two-and-a-half-meter-tall Captain of the Iron-Bone Tribe stood by the arena, gripping a greatsword. Beside it stood another warrior, about two point two meters tall, holding a long spear. The two looked at the debris on the arena, silent for a long time.

The Iron Bone Clan warrior with the long spear spoke. Its voice was hoarse, like metal rubbing against metal. "Captain, I will go."

The captain did not answer. It just watched Lin Feng, its two glooming blue flames calm as two pools of stagnant water. "No," it said. "I will go."

The Iron Bone Clan warrior with the long spear was stunned. "But Captain, you are the last one..."

The captain interrupted it. "I know." It paused. "You cannot defeat him."

The Iron Bone Clan warrior with the long spear fell silent. It looked at the captain, then at Lin Feng on the arena, and finally lowered its head. "Yes."

The captain sheathed the greatsword on its back and stepped onto the arena. It walked slowly, each step steady. Its silvery-white skeleton, standing at two and a half meters, resembled a moving tower. It walked to the center of the arena and stood opposite Lin Feng.

Those glooming blue flame eyes watched Lin Feng. From top to bottom, then from bottom to top, it stared for a long time.

"You are called Lin Feng."

"Yes."

The captain nodded. "I will remember you."

It drew the greatsword from its back. The blade was broad, wider than Lin Feng's entire body. A character was carved into the blade—it was the script of the Iron Bone Clan. Lin Feng could not read it, but he could feel the terrifying power contained within that sword.

"This strike contains my life's work." The captain raised the greatsword. "You cannot block it."

Lin Feng looked at the greatsword, watching the silver light growing brighter and brighter. "Let's try."

The captain swung the sword down! The entire arena trembled! A massive silver blade of light shot from the edge of the sword, hacking towards Lin Feng! That blade of light was larger and brighter than any from the previous Iron Bone Clan warriors! Wherever it passed, the floor of the arena was split in two!

Lin Feng raised his right hand and spread his fingers. The eight-colored light gathered again, rotating, intertwining, and undergoing Fusion. The color of Chaos condensed in his palm.

He punched out!

The light of Chaos collided with the silver blade of light in the center of the arena.

"BOOM—!!!"

A deafening sound! The shockwave spread in all directions! The stone pillars at the edge of the arena trembled! Su Xiaoxiao was forced to take a step back by the impact. Zhao Tiejun steadied himself. Xiao Yutong's hair was blown back. Chen Zhixing's glasses nearly flew off. Ye Xinyi covered her ears. Li Mingze looked up, watching the two lights on the arena, his eyes unable to open due to the glare.

The light faded. Lin Feng stood in place, his fist still raised. The Captain of the Iron-Bone Tribe also stood in place, the greatsword still raised.

The two looked at each other.

The Captain of the Iron-Bone Tribe looked down at its chest. There was a fist mark there. It wasn't deep, but it was clear. It raised its head, looking at Lin Feng.

"You are strong." It sheathed the greatsword on its back. "But I haven't lost yet."

Lin Feng looked at it. "I know."

The Captain of the Iron-Bone Tribe nodded. "Again."

Lin Feng also nodded. "Alright."

The Captain of the Iron-Bone Tribe drew the greatsword again, the silver light on the blade brighter than before. The entire arena trembled. It gripped the sword with both hands, raised it over its head, and swung down!

Lin Feng raised his right hand, the eight-colored light gathered again, and he punched out!

"BOOM—!!!"

This time, the Captain of the Iron-Bone Tribe stepped back. Lin Feng remained motionless. The Captain of the Iron-Bone Tribe looked down at its chest. The fist mark was slightly deeper. It raised its head.

"Again."

"Alright."

The Captain of the Iron-Bone Tribe raised the greatsword for the third time. This time, the silver light on the blade was bright to the extreme. The entire arena was roaring. It gripped the sword with both hands, used all its strength, and swung down!

Lin Feng raised his right hand, the eight-colored light gathered, and he punched out!

"BOOM—!!!"

The Captain of the Iron-Bone Tribe stepped back three paces. Lin Feng remained motionless. The Captain of the Iron-Bone Tribe looked down at its chest. The fist mark was already very deep. Cracks spread from the fist mark, like a spiderweb.

It raised its head, looking at Lin Feng. "Why didn't you dodge?"

Lin Feng looked at it. "Why would I dodge?"

The Captain of the Iron-Bone Tribe was silent for three seconds. Then, it smiled. The smile wasn't eerie, nor was it goosebump-inducing. It was simply... relieved.

"You are the strongest person I have ever encountered."

Lin Feng looked at it. "You are too."

The Captain of the Iron-Bone Tribe nodded. It sheathed the greatsword on its back, turned around, and walked off the arena. When it reached the edge of the arena, it stopped and looked back at Lin Feng.

"The next one."

Lin Feng watched it. The Captain of the Iron-Bone Tribe had already walked off the arena and was standing next to the warrior with the long spear. That warrior looked at the captain, the flames in its eye sockets flickering. "Captain..."

"I have lost," the captain said. "Leave the rest to you."

The warrior with the long spear was silent for a second. Then, it stepped onto the arena.

Lin Feng looked at it. That Iron Bone Clan warrior, two point two meters tall, held a long spear. The shaft was slender, the tip sharp, reflecting a glooming blue cold light. It walked to the center of the arena and stood opposite Lin Feng.

"You are very powerful. But I am not afraid."

Lin Feng looked at it. "I know."

The Iron Bone Clan warrior raised the long spear, the tip pointing at Lin Feng. "Come."

Lin Feng looked at it. Then, he spoke. His voice was not loud, but in the quiet arena, everyone heard it clearly.

"The next one."

The Iron Bone Clan warrior was stunned. It looked at Lin Feng, the flames in its eye sockets flickering. "You... what do you mean?"

Lin Feng did not answer. He just looked at the edge of the arena—where two Iron Bone Clan warriors were still standing. The Captain of the Iron-Bone Tribe, and the warrior with the long spear.

The flames in the Captain of the Iron-Bone Tribe's eye sockets shrank suddenly. "You mean..."

It didn't finish the sentence. But everyone understood.

Lin Feng wanted to fight everyone remaining by himself.

On the arena, it became quiet.

Su Xiaoxiao had her mouth open, eyes wide, as if frozen in place. Zhao Tiejun's hand stopped in mid-air, forgetting to put it down. Xiao Yutong's lips were pursed into a line, but her eyes were already wide open. Chen Zhixing's glasses finally fell off. Ye Xinyi's hands were still clasped together, but she had forgotten what she was chanting. Li Mingze looked up, staring at Lin Feng's back, his face deathly pale.

On the Iron Bone Clan's side, it was also quiet. The warrior with the long spear, its hand gripping the spear, was trembling. The Captain of the Iron-Bone Tribe looked at Lin Feng, silent for a long time. Then, it spoke.

"Alright."

It turned around and looked at the warrior with the long spear. "You go first."

It then looked at the last Iron Bone Clan warrior by the edge of the arena—the one who hadn't entered the arena yet, No. 10. "You go last."

The two Iron Bone Clan warriors nodded simultaneously.

The warrior with the long spear walked onto the arena and stood opposite Lin Feng. It gripped the long spear tightly, the tip pointing at Lin Feng.

"Come."

Lin Feng looked at it. He raised his right hand and spread his fingers. The eight-colored light began to gather.

"The next one."