When he saw Master Feng's finger, Zen realized that it was a test. So he turned over his palm and blocked lightly, instantly pushing out a vigorous force.
With a faint smile, Master Feng changed his hand's move—he put his index finger and thumb together and with a flick, an intangible force shot out towards Zen's palm.
But Zen didn't evade at all and continued blocking with his palm. But the power within his palm grew stronger and stronger to the point where he made no sign of retreat.
The two sparred with each other with one hand each. In about ten seconds, they had already exchanged at least a hundred moves.
When the several Supre Lords of the Celestial Position race saw Zen's performance, they all smiled with satisfaction.
It was nothing short of a miracle that a Godly Genius at the Spirit Supre Realm could advance to such a level after cultivating in the Divine Refinent Forbidden Land for only three years.
“Unfortunately, ti is still too short. If we give them another hundred years, the Sacred race would flee without a fight,” Supre Lord Mirage of the Celestial Position said with a sigh.
It wasn't that Supre Mirage was pessimistic. Although Zen's return brought vigor and confidence back into the hearts of all in the universe, to the real insiders, the situation wasn't exactly for the good of all.
The Godly Geniuses had returned, but they were only considered world lords.
Perhaps the Godly Geniuses were far stronger than those of the sa level, but at most, they could only contend against a grand world lord and weren't strong enough to face a Supre Lord.
The Supre Lords and True Gods of the two universes were those who truly decided the fight's victory or defeat.
As the Godly Geniuses had just broken through and beco world lords, it would still take them much effort to condense Godly Tiles and beco True Gods.
In the end, the Godly Geniuses' return didn't change the situation.
And Zen's 'war declaration' was likely to enrage the Sacred race. By the looks of things, an all-out war was nearing reality.
By rely launching strikes with his hand, Master Feng had tested Zen's strength and skills. Since he only used about ten percent of his strength against Zen, the latter's cultivation base was enough for him to successfully resist Master Feng's attacks. He could be considered truly excellent.
But the several Supre Lords present had no clue that Zen made use of a re fraction of his strength.
At this mont, he used only the power within his physical body to deal with Master Feng, and yet, he already had the upper hand.
Bam!
Zen threw a punch that landed on the edge of Master Feng's palm, forcing the latter to back a foot away.
“That's not bad.” Though Master Feng wanted to test Zen's true strength, he wasn't one to admit defeat. When he didn't see any sign of exhaustion on Zen, he took a few steps back and said, “Be careful. I'll use thirty percent of my strength this ti!”
Upon hearing Master Feng's words, the Supre Lords' eyes flashed in shock.
Although Master Feng wasn't very skilled at body refining, he was one of the strongest Supre Lords in the universe, attributing to how his physical body's strength was outstandingly more powerful among the Supre Lords.
According to him, he previously hadn't been able to figure out Zen's true strength. And now he wanted to test Zen's strength against thirty percent of his own?
Could he truly... bear it?
Worry filled the hearts of the Supre Lords—even though Zen's body was strong, he was still a junior in their eyes. In the end, he was just a world lord which in the entirety of the universe, wasn't all that powerful.
Thirty percent of Master Feng's strength was released and his originally small, shriveled body suddenly swelled up.
While his face remained old and withered, Master Feng's skinny fra grew muscular. To the warriors of Master Feng's level, changing their appearance was a re matter of thought. But most martial artists felt it unnecessary.
“The strength has increased threefold.” Zen's expression remained calm.
He himself had tripled his strength and it was just barely enough to suppress Master Feng. But this ti, Zen had extracted a portion of the power from the Eight Path Platforms.
“Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...”
With their strength increased three tis over, their attacks also grew twice as fast.
Their right hands continued moving in the air as they sparred with each other—they changed and withdrew so moves, skillfully made use of the knack, employed their hidden strength, and dissipated power.
The more they fought, the greater Master Feng's shock grew.
Even though he had already used thirty percent of his strength, Zen resisted his strikes with ease.
Supre Lord Mirage was also stunned silent, only staring at Zen blankly. Seeing how easily he dealt with Master Feng, he guessed that Zen's actual strength could reach at least half of the forr's.
And the other Supre Lords were just surprised.
Master Feng's competitive spirit grew stronger and more riled up. He smiled boldly. “Not bad, Zen. Have another try at it! This ti, I'll use fifty percent of my strength! I'll also add so forceful strength to it! Be careful, now!”
If earlier was just a simple test, now that Master Feng had made his move, the sparring grew closer to a real battle—he had treated Zen as a real opponent.
It sounded inconceivable—one of the top Supre Lords in the Evolutionary Universe had taken a world lord as an opponent.
Letitia and Freya stood behind Zen wearing varying expressions.
“That old man... He seems really powerful,” Letitia remarked under her breath.
“He's a Supre Lord. The warriors in the hall are all Supre Lords of the Celestial Position race,” Freya explained carefully. “It would seem that Zen is even stronger than I imagined.”
Because she stayed by Zen's side in the Upper World, she generally knew much more than Letitia. Although she could see how the Supre Lord was carefully examining Zen, the latter's expression remained calm and composed all the while. Could it be that Zen's power far surpassed that of all the other Supre Lords present?
Though the thought grew loud in her mind, she didn't dare say the words aloud.
“Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!”
Now that Master Feng made his move, streams of azure-gray forceful strength began flowing in all directions as his moves grew fiercer.
The streams of forceful strength were like sword energy as they scurried around the entire hall. So of them shot towards two won standing not far behind Zen, but with a wave of his hand, Supre Lord Mirage obliterated the forceful strength.
After Zen retreated a few steps, his eyes grew serious.
At this mont, the Eight Path Platforms in his body began slowly vibrating. They began to emanate rays of seven-colored light, which just so happened to be the color of the strength source.
“Pah, pah, pah...”
Now, Zen's right hand was like a bolt of lightning as it suddenly grasped Master Feng's forceful strength. Every ti he made a move, he could accurately chatter the forceful strength, producing a crackling sound, loud and clear.
The sound was so loud that it echoed constantly throughout the Breaking Cloud Mountain.
Even Freya and Letitia couldn't bear the sound, and all they could do was to cover their ears with their hands.
“He broke the forceful strength with just a single hand...” Not far away, Supre Lord Sky was muttering to himself.
“This guy... resists the force with ease!” Supre Lord Mirage's eyes were wide with disbelief—he couldn't find any words to aptly describe the scene.
Now, Master Feng had used fifty percent of his strength, adding even forceful strength. If Zen could withstand it, he would exceed any Supre Lord's expectations. He was, indeed, quite outstanding.
But it was clear that Zen hadn't yet used his full strength—the fact had all the Supre Lords and Master Feng embarrassed, to say the least.
It was impossible for Master Feng to use his full strength against a junior, after all. If he did so, the sparring could no longer be considered a test, but instead, an all-out competition.
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