"Zhu Kui, ranked fourth on the Hundred Battles Ranking, is known as the Flesh Titan. Don't be fooled by how fat he looks, every inch of his body is packed with explosive power, and his defence is terrifying!" "That's right. After Tie Wushuang's eighty-match win streak, it was Zhu Kui who finally brought it to an end." "Tsk, this should be good. I really want to see whether General Ling can still beat the Flesh Titan in a single move!" The crowd buzzed with excitement. "Looks like Ling Feng's myth of defeating every opponent in one move might end here." In the crowd, a handsome young man with sharp features kept his eyes fixed on the Hundred Battles Arena. His voice was calm and quiet. He was Chu Feng, the expert ranked third on the Hundred Battles Ranking! There was only one fighter left between Ling Feng and Chu Feng himself: the giant, Zhu Kui. If Ling Feng won this match, his next opponent would be Chu Feng. "Ling Feng is undoubtedly strong," Chu Feng murmured, his eyes glinting with sharp intent. "But defeating him isn't impossible." After over ninety consecutive matches, it was clear to everyone that Ling Feng was starting to tire. Once Zhu Kui wore him down, his stamina would be heavily drained! Defeating Ling Feng after that might not be glorious, but a win was still a win. On the arena, only victory mattered. "Let the match begin!" At the referee's command, two massive figures faced each other across the stage like twin mountains. "General Ling, you're strong!" Zhu Kui's deep voice rolled across the arena like thunder. Even without using his full strength, the sound shook the bones of everyone watching. "You flatter me, Brother Zhu." Ling Feng drew in a long breath. After so many matches, his energy was already starting to wear thin. His breathing had begun to turn uneven. "Do me one favor." Zhu Kui brought his massive arms together and bowed deeply. "Go ahead!" Ling Feng nodded with quiet calm. "If you face Linghu Yudao, force him to use his second move!" Zhu Kui's voice was firm and steady. With his strength, he had not been able to force that move out of Linghu Yudao. But Ling Feng might be able to carry that hope forward. The Flesh Titan had been thoroughly impressed by Ling Feng's overwhelming brilliance. Even though Ling Feng no longer held absolute confidence in victory, his belief in his own invincibility had never wavered. Zhu Kui let out a roar. His heavy flesh pulled tight in an instant, transforming into thick, rock-hard muscle. Before he finished speaking, Zhu Kui's fist came crashing forward. "World-Crushing Force!" Zhu Kui shouted the name of his technique. His voice shook the heavens, and his feet stomped forward with earth-shaking momentum. Ling Feng's expression turned serious. He dared not take this lightly. Zhu Kui's physical strength was on par with Ling Feng's own demonic beast true form. Step by step, Zhu Kui charged across the stage. Each footfall felt like a mountain falling or a continent cracking open. Ling Feng took a breath and raised both arms above his head. A moment later, a cluster of Chaotic Light began to condense in his palms. "Is that his soul manifestation?" In the stands, everyone's eyelid twitched. Ling Feng had clearly summoned his soul manifestation, but no one could tell what it was. All they saw was a sphere of hazy, chaotic light. It looked vaguely like a sword, yet also like something else entirely. The pressure it gave off seemed to carry the will of heaven and earth. Just one glance from afar left their minds trembling. This was the fruit of Ling Feng's efforts. His Mark of Brilliance, rooted in his Chaotic Source, had not yet fully evolved into a true soul manifestation. But it had already begun to take on the form of the "Chaotic Sword." "Be careful, Brother Zhu!" Ling Feng gave a quiet warning. His form shrank slightly, but his energy became even more concentrated and frightening. "Reincarnation Unyielding Slash!" The Chaotic Sword flared with mysterious inscriptions that gleamed across its surface. "He's finally using a sword technique. This is the first time we've seen him use swordsmanship!" "What kind of power is this? I've never seen anything like it!" Shock rippled through the arena again. Most martial artists focused on the five elemental attributes—metal, wood, water, fire, and earth—or the rare trio of ice, wind, and lightning. Some even trained obscure paths like strength, speed, or spatial techniques. But whatever Ling Feng had just released didn't fit any of those. "It's the power of reincarnation." In the VIP seats, military adviser Sun Boce's eyes twitched. He cried out, "Could it be that this boy has grasped the legendary Reincarnated Sword Will?" Wang Meng and Li Qing both swallowed hard. With their experience, they knew exactly what the Reincarnated Sword Will meant. Among the ten pinnacle sword wills, Reincarnation ranked first! And in a thousand years, no one else had comprehended it. Everyone knew Ling Feng possessed sword will, but no one had imagined it would be this terrifying. "Every time this boy reveals a new trump card, it completely shatters our expectations." Sun Boce took a deep breath, his voice solemn. "Perhaps it's time we advise the commander-in-chief to reconsider how to treat General Ling Feng." Li Qing and Wang Meng exchanged glances but said nothing. Given Ling Feng's talent, he could surpass them completely in less than a decade. Back on the Hundred Battles Arena. Zhu Kui's massive fist collided with Ling Feng's Reincarnation Unyielding Slash. A thunderous crash exploded outward. Everyone's eyes narrowed sharply. Ling Feng and Zhu Kui were both sent flying in opposite directions. Someone had finally forced Ling Feng back. The crowd held their breath. "Don't fall off the stage!" Zhu Kui's enormous body crashed to the ground outside the platform. He landed hard and did not get back up. Ling Feng's legs stomped deep into the stone. He came to a halt just before the edge, stabilizing himself. "The ninety-seventh match. Ling Feng, victorious!" The referee's voice trembled with excitement. Ling Feng won again. Another one-move victory! But this time, he had been pushed back. This finally gave some relief to the veterans of Tianmang Fortress. Ling Feng might be terrifying, but he was still someone whose limits could be reached. The truth was, the reason Ling Feng had been knocked back was due to Zhu Kui's absurd level of "elasticity." He had struck with full strength, but Zhu Kui's body had absorbed and reflected nearly sixty percent of that power. Ling Feng had essentially been struck by his own sword technique. Without that rebound, he wouldn't have been knocked back at all. Even so, it proved that the title of "Flesh Titan" was no empty boast. Zhu Kui's mouth curled into a faint smile as a line of blood trickled from his lips. His vision went black, and he collapsed unconscious. But he fainted with a grin on his face. He had managed to knock Ling Feng back. That alone was enough to fill him with pride!