Chapter 153 Who Dares to Bet with Me?

The deacon pointed at and laughed at by Jin Sheng was precisely the one who had mocked Chu Feng just moments earlier.

At this exact moment, like a peacock spreading its tail feathers, Chu Feng's figure abruptly manifested five Heavenly King phantoms. This stunning and peerless sight was something nobody could have possibly anticipated.

Left entirely speechless, that deacon could only stand there as Jin Sheng pointed right at his nose and mocked him. His face burned with a deep crimson, and he stammered, utterly unable to utter a single word in his defense.

"Hehe, why are you all silent now? Turned mute, did you? Weren't you just competing to mock Brother Feng a moment ago? Realized you should be blushing now, have you, burying your faces right up your own backsides? Open your bird eyes wide and take a good look—this is what you call a Heavenly King phantom! To instantly condense five Heavenly King phantoms all at once is something you probably wouldn't even dare to dream of!"

The speaker, naturally, was Bai Naizhao.

Earlier, seeing that Chu Feng continuously failed to condense any Heavenly King phantoms, Bai Naizhao had been burning with anxiety inside. Now, seeing Chu Feng unfold five Heavenly King phantoms in one go like a peacock displaying its plumage, Bai Naizhao—who was usually not much of a talker—could not stop running his mouth this time, determined to vent all his pent-up frustration to the fullest.

The deacons who had just been mocking Chu Feng now looked like frost-bitten eggplants; either they lowered their heads in silence or stared in utter bewilderment, their faces fiercely flushed.

After all, according to what these deacons had claimed moments before, if Chu Feng took the Heavenly King Battle-Might Pill yet failed to condense a Heavenly King phantom, it would be equivalent to slapping his own face. But right now, Chu Feng had condensed five Heavenly King phantoms in a single stroke, which meant not merely slapping them each once, but practically stabbing them all five times over!

"Brother Chu Feng, a life with you in it is always full of surprises!"

Jin Sheng said with a beaming smile, while Yu Zui also cast a very cheerful smile toward Chu Feng.

"Hmph!" Heng Mei let out a cold snort toward the deacons, expressing her disdain as she said, "Such people are fit to be deacons of the male clan? Every last one of them is utterly superficial!"

"Right, every single one of them is utterly superficial!" Chu Feng nodded, meeting Heng Mei's gaze, which was suppressing a surge of exhilaration.

As a grand priestess of the female clan, Heng Mei deeply resented others mimicking her words. Chu Feng repeating her phrase had actually broken a taboo, yet Heng Mei merely gritted her teeth at him without saying anything further.

Standing a丈 away right in front of Chu Feng, Dong Zhe's eyes were likewise filled with sheer disbelief.

Dong Zhe's insight and experience were naturally far superior to those of the deacons.

However, even though he had sensed certain profound mysteries within Chu Feng's inner Qi, he had never imagined in a million years that Chu Feng would instantly condense five Heavenly King phantoms so clear that even their individual strands of hair could be discerned.

If a martial artist like Dong Zhe—who could condense two Heavenly King phantoms at once—could be considered one in ten thousand, then a situation like Chu Feng's, where five Heavenly King phantoms were condensed simultaneously, could be called a rare wonder seen perhaps once in a millennium. Such martial artists were as rare as phoenix feathers and qilin horns.

In truth, right after swallowing the Heavenly King Battle-Might Pill, Chu Feng had felt the Qi within his body divide into five distinct portions, as if five separate split-bodies had emerged inside him.

Each of these split-bodies required a supply of inner Qi in order to condense into a Heavenly King phantom. Consequently, the time it took for Chu Feng to condense these five Heavenly King phantoms was roughly five times the time it took Dong Zhe to condense just one!

"Chu Feng, you are strong!"

Dong Zhe slowly spat out those words.

"What nonsense!" Chu Feng retorted coldly.

Dong Zhe's eyes narrowed slightly, and he suddenly barked, "Watch the spear!"

Accompanied by this explosive shout, the golden spear in Dong Zhe's hand thrust toward the center of Chu Feng's face like a venomous snake darting out its tongue!

The might of this single thrust was truly extraordinary.

Chu Feng felt the blinding golden light and the fierce wind rushing against his face, while an overwhelmingly heavy pressure assailed him, instantly making his physical body feel sluggish, as if it were being crushed beneath a boulder weighing tens of thousands of catties.

Swish!

Instead of brandishing a spear to meet the attack head-on, Chu Feng wisely activated his Gale-Wind Steps to first rid himself of the sensation of gravity crushing his physical body.

Fortunately, Chu Feng's reactions were extremely swift, and he moved his feet just in time. Had he been even a fraction of a moment slower, the pressure on his physical body would likely have surged exponentially, rendering him utterly immobile and leaving him to suffer the blow right where he stood.

While Dong Zhe had claimed with his mouth earlier that he would grant Chu Feng one free move, when it actually came to blows, not only did he fail to yield any initiative, but this spear thrust even carried a somewhat treacherous element of a sneak attack.

Even so, Chu Feng's movement technique was as fast as lightning, causing Dong Zhe's fierce and formidable thrust to miss entirely.

A jolt of alarm went through Dong Zhe's heart, as he realized that Chu Feng was indeed a formidable adversary the likes of which he had rarely encountered in his life. Amidst a burst of glaring golden light, he thrust his spear at Chu Feng once more.

With every spear thrust from Dong Zhe, the surrounding space paused momentarily, as if a formless giant hand were ruthlessly pressing down upon it, causing even the hard, thick layer of ice to tremble.

Though wielding the Thunder-Breaking Wind-Splitting Spear, Chu Feng did not counterattack with his own weapon. Instead, relying on his unfathomable footwork, he darted and dodged around Dong Zhe, unleashing powerful pillars of wind from time to time.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Four massive pillars of wind erupted from beneath Chu Feng's feet, assailing Dong Zhe from various directions.

Had he been dealing with an ordinary enemy, these four wind pillars would undoubtedly have pierced straight through their target. However, facing Dong Zhe right now, the situation was entirely different.

When the four wind pillars surged to within a distance of ten feet from Dong Zhe, they were as if restrained by some powerful invisible hand, spinning helplessly right where they were.

Moreover, judging by the form of these four wind pillars, they seemed to be desperately trying to push forward, yet they were blocked by the sheer force of gravity, unable to advance even a single inch!

"The wind pillars were actually blocked outright? Furthermore, there truly is a layer of gravity surrounding Dong Zhe's body, preventing my attacks from harming him. Could this be his Force-Convergence Art?"

While darting about at high speed, Chu Feng thought to himself.

"Haha! Young Master Dong Zhe's Force-Convergence Art is truly a rare and divine technique, well-deserved of its legendary reputation! Chu Feng deluded himself into thinking his footwork possessed peerless might, only to be blocked and dissolved into nothingness by Young Master Dong Zhe's Force-Convergence Art!"

"Indeed! To be frank, there is virtually no one who can force Young Master Dong Zhe to employ his Force-Convergence Art. Today, for Young Master Dong Zhe to use this divine technique against Chu Feng is showing him great respect, and it has truly opened our eyes!"

"If Young Master Dong Zhe hadn't used his Force-Convergence Art, Chu Feng would only have had the strength to parry. Now that he has brought it out, heh, even if Chu Feng were allowed to counterattack freely, I doubt he could ever harm Young Master Dong Zhe!"

The deacons who had been mocked and berated by Bai Naizhao earlier regained their confidence now. Folding their arms across their chests, they leisurely watched the battle between Chu Feng and Dong Zhe, wearing looks of absolute certainty in their victory.

"Heh, making such sweeping statements—aren't you afraid that when you see Brother Feng win in a moment, you'll be so mortified you'll look for a crack in the ice to crawl into?" Bai Naizhao sneered.

Seeing the arrogant and triumphant expressions on the faces of those deacons, Jin Sheng suddenly stepped forward a few paces.

"Which of you deacons dares to place a wager with me?"

Jin Sheng said in a loud voice, "No other stakes—let's bet on the life-or-death outcome between Chu Feng and Dong Zhe! If you're men, step up and make a bet with me! If you're not men, keep your mouths shut tight and stop annoying my ears!"