Chapter 53: The Pinnacle of the Tribal Competition

  The final unfolded without any suspense between Mufeng and the black-clad youth, Mu Sheng. These two were also the most outstanding young men in this year's Mushi Clan Coming-of-Age Ceremony.

  Mu Sheng was the recognized champion of this generation, but Mu Feng suddenly emerged halfway through. Although his cultivation was only at the initial stage of Qi Refining Realm, his performance all along made him the biggest obstacle for Mu Sheng to win the championship.

  "Being able to defeat Mu Lie and Mu Han Qing means you're very strong!" The black-clothed youth, Mu Sheng, said in a low voice, his eyes revealing a fiery fighting spirit. It can be seen that this youth is the kind of warrior who becomes more excited when facing stronger opponents.

  "You're strong too, but I'm still going to defeat you!"

  Mufeng clenched his fists tightly and seized the championship, which not only fulfilled his father Muxiangzhi's dream but also his own wishes.

  The crowd on the platform gazed at the two people in the center of the stage, their eyes burning with excitement. The Coming-of-Age ceremony held every two years was a platform for the Mu clan to discover new talent, and each time there were surprises that were not small.

  Originally, people thought the champion would be among Murong Sheng, Murong Li and Murong Qing, but unexpectedly, Murong Feng emerged from nowhere and defeated many strong players to advance to the final, leaving suspense for this championship.

  Two people stood quietly on the martial arts stage, releasing all their internal Xuanli without reservation. Although they had not yet clashed, the fluctuations of Xuanli on the stage were extremely intense.

  Mo Feng understood his own advantages, although he was only in the initial stage of Hua Qi, but with the help of Tun Xie Xin Yan and Yan Yang Ba Jue, his body's mysterious power was comparable to that of a mid-term small achievement martial artist in the Hua Qi realm. Furthermore, he possessed the lower-grade martial art Lian Yan Quan, which made him almost invincible.

  Mo Feng took a light breath, and a scorching Xuanli fist shadow shot out towards Mo Sheng with a whoosh.

  In previous matches, Mufeng was defensive, but in the final match, Mufeng was aggressive and took the initiative to attack.

  A strange smile appeared on Mu Sheng's face, and in an instant, he disappeared from the spot, leaving Mu Feng's punch to fall into thin air.

  "Body Method Martial Arts!"

  Mo Feng had also seen similar body techniques when fighting against Jiang Wei. This technique relies on footwork and speed to temporarily make one's figure disappear from the opponent's line of sight.

  However, this kind of martial arts also depends on the practitioner's cultivation. As the practitioner's cultivation improves, the body method of this martial art will also improve accordingly. After all, the display of martial arts requires one's own mysterious power as support.

  Mu Sheng's concealment was useless in front of powerful individuals like Hong Lian and Mu Chuan, but for someone like Mu Feng who had just entered the Houtian realm, it was somewhat mysterious.

  A fist fell short, and Mu Feng silently thought it was bad, cold sweat bursting out from his back. His keen sense of awareness made him subconsciously take a big step forward. Almost at the same time, Mu Sheng quietly appeared behind Mu Feng, punching out with a loud crash.

  In the nick of time, Mufeng barely dodged the punch. However, Mushi's powerful fist wind still swept across Mufeng's back, causing his blood to churn violently for a moment.

  "What?!" Mu Sheng's shock was beyond words.

  "The Phantom Step" was his finishing move left in the final, hoping to use it unexpectedly to quickly defeat Mufeng. However, he did not expect Mufeng's adaptability to be so fast. If that punch had hit earlier, relying on his mid-term achievements in the Huaqi realm, Mufeng would have already lost his combat effectiveness.

  Mu Sheng's first strike missed, and his body flashed again, making it difficult for Mu Feng to catch him.

  Mo Feng's eyes were slightly closed, his keen senses detecting the fluctuations and auras around him.

  "Fierce Flame Fist, Fierce Flame Sweeps the Heavens!"

  A shocking surge of mysterious energy erupted from Mufeng's body, spreading outwards with him as the center, even raising the temperature of the entire arena by a lot.

  "I've found you!"

  Mo Feng murmured, and with a straight punch, a figure stumbled backward in disarray.

  The crowd on the platform couldn't help but exclaim in surprise at this scene. Mufeng sensed Mu Sheng's location through his own Xuanli fluctuations, but this caused severe damage to his own Xuanli, which was not something an ordinary warrior could withstand or display.

  "Flame Fist, Flame Incinerates Heaven!"

  Mufeng threw another punch, and a hot Xuanli burst out again.

  However, facing Mu Feng's fierce offensive, Mu Sheng didn't show any signs of panic.

  "Frost Seal, Icebound Heaven and Earth!"

  As Mu Feng's mouth slightly opened, his hands changed rapidly, the entire stage seemed to drop to freezing point in an instant, and the punch he threw out seemed to be frozen as well. The fiery Xuanli actually emitted a "cracking" sound of collapse.

  Standing opposite Mu Feng, the feeling was most intense. When Mu Sheng spat out those words, it seemed as if everything on the martial stage had been frozen in place, even his own body felt restricted, his breathing paused, and a chill that pierced the heart quickly enveloped him, making the blood in his body seem to freeze.

  "What's the lowest rank in martial arts?"

  Mo Feng did not expect that Mo Sheng also had a Xuanjie lower-grade martial art!

  Bingfeng Jue, one of the three great Xuanjie lower-grade martial arts of the Murong clan.

  Everyone was in an uproar. Why did Mu Sheng learn the Xuanjie Downgrade martial art of the Zong clan? It seemed that he didn't even have the qualifications to learn this kind of martial art.

  The old man with a red face seemed to understand what everyone was thinking, and said in a low voice: "A month ago, Mu Sheng made a meritorious deed for our tribe. After the decision of the tribal chief and three cabinet elders, Mu Sheng was awarded the Xuanjie Downgrade Wugong Bingfeng Jue."

  The Mo Chuan Dao next to him and the middle-aged bald man nodded repeatedly, apparently also knowing about this matter.

  Everyone's doubts were finally cleared up, but what kind of merit did Mu Sheng establish to be awarded a Xuanjie Lower Grade martial art by the Clan Leader and the three Inner Court Elders?

  A glint of cold light flashed in Mu Sheng's eyes, and although his handsome face was calm as water, a kind of unprovoked majesty unfolded. The two people's cultivation differed by one level after all, and there was still a gap in the use and comprehension of martial arts and mystic powers.

  "Frosty seal, heavenly frost and earthly freeze!"

  The martial stage had thoroughly entered the depths of winter, and the heavenly and earthly spiritual energy within seemed to have been frozen solid. Mu Feng felt a chill run through his bones.

  "The lower-grade martial arts of the Mystic Steps are indeed powerful!"

  Endless nights have endured the swallowing of heart inflammation, refining bones and washing marrow, opening tendons and arteries, enduring suffering that ordinary people cannot imagine. If defeated like this, Mu Feng would also be unwilling to accept it.

  "I must get the championship!" Mufeng let out a loud roar, and the scorching Xuanli within his body burst forth without any reserve, releasing an astonishing wave of Xuanli that seemed to melt everything in its path.

  Two people meet and it's their most skilled martial art. In terms of martial arts, Mufeng no longer has any advantage, and the only thing to rely on now is the comparison of Xuanli.

  Two kinds of mysterious powers, ice and fire, formed a stalemate on the martial arts stage, and a strange scene suddenly appeared on the stage. Mu Sheng's side was like a cold winter, while Mu Feng's side was like a hot summer.

  The cultivation of both parties was fully revealed at this moment.

  At this moment, not only the crowd on the stands showed a fiery gaze, but also the three red-faced old men on the high platform were amazed, and the strength shown by the two as the Nascent Soul realm was beyond expectation.

  The situation has temporarily fallen into a stalemate!