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Chapter 264 - 252: I Won’t Yield! The Spine of a Martial Artist Can’t Bend! A Declaration of Fish Dead, Net Broken! (3/3)

Chapter 264: Chapter 252: I Won’t Yield! The Spine of a Martial Artist Can’t Bend! A Declaration of Fish Dead, Net Broken! (3/3)

As he delved deeper, the aura emanating from the Taoist Tool grew increasingly formidable, nearly causing Chu Feng to spew blood under its pressure!

He could hardly move forward!

But he was still about five meters away from the rack holding the Taoist Tool.

Keep going... keep going!

He grunted and took another step forward; as his shoe hit the ground, his body swayed heavily, almost toppling him to the ground.

Meanwhile, Zheng Bo’s face had turned as red as a liver behind him.

Disheartened, he saw Chu Feng increase the distance between them by about two meters.

To him, these two meters were a chasm!

This was actually his closest approach to the Taoist Tool ever.

Being a Martial Artist at the Everlasting Middle Stage, who had cultivated twenty acupoints, he usually couldn’t withstand being ten meters from the Taoist Tool and was forced to retreat.

The Taoist Tool, due to its essence-emitting trait, was also treated as a free pressure training facility and a willpower-training device by the warehouse staff, who often used it to see who could get closer.

His ten-meter distance was already one of the best results among the many Everlasting Realm staff.

Unexpectedly, today under Chu Feng’s influence, he had broken his own record and moved another two meters forward!

Now, he was only eight meters away from the rack storing the Taoist Tool!

But what was even harder for him to imagine was that Chu Feng possessed such terrifying willpower to reach an area less than six meters from the rack!

No, five meters now!

Despite his slow movements and the tremble throughout his body, he took another fierce step forward, not showing any signs of retreat!

Zheng Bo was shocked by Chu Feng’s amazing performance, which also stirred up arrogance in his heart.

Damn, why not! I can do it too!

Try it! Try if I can... take another step!

He hung his head low, clenched his teeth so hard that his gums bled, and slowly lifted his foot, suddenly letting out a roar and stamping down hard!

"Ha——"

"Boom!"

The moment his shoe touched the ground, a terrifying aura blasted against him like artillery.

"Pff!"

His face went deathly pale immediately, he spit out a mouthful of fresh blood, and took three meters step back with intense breaths before finally standing still, his face filled with despair, feeling a deep sense of loss in his heart.

He had failed to maintain his stance!

The closest distance, eight meters!

He looked up, then felt a sudden shock and his face turned pale!

Chu Feng was now less than four meters away from the Taoist Tool rack!

...

"Bang!"

Three meters!

Chu Feng’s foot thudded down heavily, his face contorted from the overwhelming pressure, and his eyes bloodshot—his capillaries bursting under the strain!

His vision blurred red with blood, but Chu Feng had no intention of stopping.

Damn it, I refuse to be beaten!

A mere Taoist Tool, you want to crush me down?

To hell with that!

I insist on touching you forcefully!

"Me!"

He yelled, once again lifting his foot and slamming it down, the terrifying pressure immediately making him stagger!

Two meters!

"No!"

He shouted again, veins on his face and neck bulging, muscles and tendons wildly thrashing, his face blood-red and ferocious, his hair nearly standing on end as he took another step down!

One meter!

"Surrender!!"

With a hoarse scream tinged with the smell of blood, specks of blood flew from his mouth as his foot, mountainous and forceful, stamped down!

"I’ll be damned if I surrender!!"

"Bang!!"

"Tear!!"

As his foot hit the ground, his shoes suddenly burst open, torn apart, and his bare foot forcefully stamped on the cold ground!

There he stood, in front of these flickering, restless Taoist Tools!

He could even smell the icy scent emitted by the Taoist Tools!

At that moment, his legs nearly gave out, almost bringing him to his knees!

But he fiercely straightened his back, his eyes flaming with anger.

The spine of a Martial Artist cannot be bent!

I cannot bend!

I am to be the strongest martial artist!

Mere Taoist tools, you think they can make me submit?

You wish!

"Ahhh—"

He threw his head back and roared, his legs trembling as he slowly and strenuously stood straight, as though he was bearing a gigantic mountain!

"Boom!"

A clap of thunder!

Eventually, he stood upright!

Within the imposing aura of the Half-step Yin Yang, he stood tall and unyielding, deep and towering!

—It was as if he was waging a silent war by himself, charging like Don Quixote against an invisible enemy.

Battling until skin and bone were exposed, blood splattered everywhere, he ultimately seized a gruesome victory.

—Chu Feng stood firm as a mountain!

His veins still pulsating sharply, the tendons and muscles on his neck and arms were bulging, his face still a fearsome bloody red like a demon!

His eyes furiously stared at the Taoist tools before him, his gaze bloody, filled with relentless resilience.

But, perhaps incensed by his defiant spirit!

For a time, the terrifying pressure became even more overwhelming, compressing towards him from all directions.

To make him submit!

In a daze, he seemed to hear furious scolding in his ears:

"Kneel!"

And then he realized, the voices were real, this was not his hallucination!

"Kneel!"

Voices grew louder and louder, shaking other shelves noisily, the entire room began to tremble slightly, dust falling from the ceiling!

"Kneel!" "Kneel!"

"Kneel before me!"

The voices seemed to emerge from the void, swirling ceaselessly above the warehouse, Chu Feng unable to locate their source.

But he knew, all the voices came from the Taoist tools before him!

These Taoist tools, they wanted him to kneel!

To kneel before them, begging like a dog!

"..."

Chu Feng listened intently, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, his lips slowly parting to reveal teeth stained with blood.

He said, "Kneel?"

He asked, "Who wants me to kneel?"

He forcefully expelled all the air from his chest and bellowed, "Who dares make me kneel!!"

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"

His aura erupted wildly again and again, clashing repeatedly with the atmosphere!

Even though it was forcibly suppressed back into his body, impacting his internal organs and bringing knifelike severe pain, he simply ignored it.

Even if it felt like countless mountains were pressing down on him, causing his bones to creak, he never lowered his head.

Just with bloody traces at the corners of his mouth, wearing a disdainful smile, he proudly looked down at these fine pieces of junk before him.

Just drawing up the Qi around his body with all his might, striking outward madly time after time, as if trying to overturn the mountains above him!

My knees are only for kneeling before the heavens, the earth, and my parents!

You man-made trash, dare to demand that I kneel!

If pushed to the limit, I will activate the Law of Heaven and Earth and smash you junk into scrap metal!

...

And not far behind Chu Feng, Zheng Bo was already overwhelmed, lying flat on the ground, only lifting his head, his face filled with rage, glaring fiercely over this way.

Even if he was about to be flattened, near death, he still let out a silent roar of defiance.

That wasn’t anger toward Chu Feng...

That was a resolute resistance against unprovoked oppression!

He is a soldier of the Longhua Exorcism Army, a soldier of iron and blood!

Even facing the most despairing death, even after injuries forced him to retire, it did not slow down his charge, nor did it make him submit!

Even if it meant death, so what!?

"Go ahead, kill me!"

"If you don’t kill me, I’ll throw you all, every fucking one, in the cesspool to take a bath!"

His roar was hoarse and tragic, but every syllable flowed with raging defiance!

Word by word, he issued a declaration of a fight to the death!