In the distant VIP seats, Wang Meng, Li Qing, and the others sat frozen in disbelief. Even Su Dongling, with all his experience, was visibly shaken by the form Ling Feng had taken. For someone to inherit the bloodline of an ancient beast, the kind of fortune Ling Feng had stumbled upon was simply unimaginable! "With just one demonic beast true form, his strength has increased at least tenfold. Looks match still has plenty to offer!" Su Dongling narrowed his eyes. Despite his sharp judgment, he could not identify which ancient beast's bloodline Ling Feng had inherited. "How many more cards is this kid hiding?" Wang Meng clenched his teeth and let out a long sigh. He was beginning to believe that Ling Feng might truly reach Linghu Yudao. On the Hundred Battles Arena. "To think I forced out your demonic beast true form. That's worth some pride, I suppose. Haha!" Liu Bing laughed proudly. As his punch came hurtling forward, a soul manifestation rose behind him. A fierce white tiger roared from the skies, unleashing a crushing aura. Ling Feng raised his thick arm and threw a punch of his own. The collision of fists produced a deafening boom. The resulting shockwave tore through the air, sending wild gales across the sand-covered ground below. Dust filled the arena, wrapping the two fighters in a thick shroud that completely blocked their figures from view. Those sitting closer to the platform felt as if their faces were being flayed by wind and blades. But even so, none of them dared blink. No one wanted to miss a single moment. A figure shot backward from the platform, spitting a mouthful of blood. The referee's heart clenched. His eyes locked onto the airborne silhouette. When the dust settled, he was clutching his chest, wiping blood from his lips with his left hand. Still, he stood tall and laughed. "Thank you, General Ling, for holding back." Ling Feng had won again! He had just defeated one of the top twenty monsters on the Hundred Battles Ranking with a single move. "The eighty-first match. Ling Feng, victory!" The crowd fell silent for a breath, then erupted in a thunderous roar. Ling Feng's strength had reached the point where he could instantly defeat the elite warriors of the Hundred Battles Ranking! Tie Wushuang stared hard at Ling Feng's seemingly lean back. His eyes were ablaze with a powerful desire to fight. "Excellent. A man like you is worth facing at full strength!" The newly graduated soldiers from the academies clenched their fists one after another, their eyes burning with excitement. Excitement and pride! Who said no expert could emerge from the new recruits? In the arena, the referee took a long time to calm down before calling out again. "The eighty-second match. Ling Feng, victory!" "The eighty-third match. Ling Feng, victory!" "The ninetieth match. Ling Feng, victory!" The crowd, once frenzied and wild, gradually fell silent. Not with boredom, but with a quiet that bordered on eerie. One after another, top-ranked monsters from the Hundred Battles Ranking fell to Ling Feng. Each one lost with just a single move! These so-called elite fighters were starting to question everything they knew. "He's getting close," one chiliarch near the front held his breath. "That's ninety straight victories!" "I want to see Ling Feng face Senior Brother Linghu Yudao head-on!" Many turned their eyes toward Linghu Yudao, who still stood calmly on high, and began comparing him to Ling Feng. And the more they looked, the more they noticed how similar the two of them were. Detached, composed, filled with confidence. Each one carried the belief that he alone was invincible! "Maybe he really can shatter the legend of Linghu Yudao!" That thought surfaced in every mind, yet no one dared say it aloud. His reputation as the strongest below King-tier was no accident. Everyone knew damn well how strong Linghu Yudao was. "The ninety-first match. Ling Feng, victory!" "The ninety-second match. Ling Feng, victory!" "The ninety-third match. Ling Feng, victory!" The referee repeated the results again and again. Each time he spoke, the audience drew tighter into themselves, holding their breath as they waited for the final moment. "The ninety-fourth match. Ling Feng, victory!" "The ninety-fifth match. Ling Feng, victory!" "The ninety-sixth match. Ling Feng, victory!" Ninety-six consecutive wins. Every single one ended in just a single blow! His brilliance and dominance were simply beyond imagination! And so far, he had revealed only one trump card: the Chaotic True Form. In the stands, Tie Wushuang's eyes burned with blazing will. His fighting spirit had become almost tangible, as if it were fire spilling into the air and setting the entire space alight. "Hahaha! Good! Very good!" He laughed three times, then shouted with joy. "In some ways, you've already surpassed Linghu Yudao. Come, I look forward to our match!" Others nodded in silence. It was true. When Linghu Yudao completed his Hundred-Man Challenge, he had already reached the peak of the ninth level in the Spiritual Element Realm. But Ling Feng was still only in the early stage of the Spiritual Element Realm! The referee took a deep breath, his palms slightly damp with sweat. After years of overseeing matches, he had never felt this tense before. It was as if he were the one in the arena, not Ling Feng. "Hey, Old Li. How far do you think this guy can go?" Wang Meng's expression was heavy with awe. He had completely forgotten that they came here expecting to see Ling Feng humiliated. Now, he was starting to look forward to watching Ling Feng and Linghu Yudao clash. "There are only four left, and they're the top four on the entire Hundred Battles Ranking. It's going to be tough if he wants to keep winning in one move." Even Li Qing, who had been cursing and mocking earlier, had calmed down and started to analyze seriously. "But this brat has too many cards up his sleeve. Who knows what else he's hiding?" "Mhm." Wang Meng nodded slowly. In his mind, Ling Feng was no longer a mere monster. He was a complete and utter freak of nature! "The ninety-seventh match. Ranked fourth, Zhu Kui. Step forward!" The next moment, a shockingly obese man came crashing down from above. His massive bulk made him look like a small giant. The man hadn't cultivated any body-refining martial arts, yet his frame already exceeded two meters in height. Though he appeared almost pocket-sized compared to Ling Feng's Chaotic True Form, among regular people, he was a walking colossus. His sheer weight caused the platform to shudder slightly. Cracks spread from beneath his feet like spiderwebs, snaking all the way to where Ling Feng stood. "General Ling, please show me your strength!" Zhu Kui chuckled and gave a respectful salute. Ling Feng returned the gesture, his eyes fixed on this overly obese opponent. Someone who cultivated himself into that kind of size was a rare sight indeed. Zhu Kui suddenly roared. His entire body surged with power and began to expand with the wind, rapidly growing until he stood over thirty zhang tall. His enormous belly looked like an inflated balloon. His hulking frame cast a suffocating shadow across the arena. If that body came crashing down, who knew how many would be crushed beneath it!