Martial Fist: Adding Points in Dreamland
Chapter 259: The Transaction of the Awakening Law [2.6k]

Translator: CinderTL

A deep voice echoed in the air as the Black Blade High Priest's Serpent Scale Claw paused for a moment.

Suddenly sensing something amiss, he attempted to retreat into the sky.

But in the next second.

Hum!!

A dense white ash abruptly appeared, and a massive palm imprint, as if embracing the moon, grabbed him firmly.

Boom!!

A deafening roar reverberated, and golden light erupted, converging into a powerful impact in the palm.

Chen Feng turned to look at the Holy Shield Colossus's tightly clenched hand. The Black Blade High Priest's serpent-like eyes flickered with a mix of pain, fury, and ruthless determination.

His body shattered, but no blood appeared.

Everyone was momentarily stunned. Chen Feng frowned slightly and looked down.

On the battlefield, a seemingly ordinary black-scaled Serpentfolk near the catapult, holding a dagger, suddenly stiffened.

The shadow behind him visibly writhed eerily, lifting him off the ground and enveloping him like flowing water.

After a series of twisted transformations, the Black Blade High Priest, clad in a black robe, reappeared, replacing the Serpentfolk.

This bizarre method was unsettling. Chen Feng recalled the one-eyed Magma Troll from the Qinggang City Dreamscape.

"Sixth-tier creatures indeed possess unique abilities."

Even though the Holy Shield Colossus repeatedly shattered his body, he always managed to forcibly recover from his injuries, holding out until his allies arrived to support him.

The Black Blade High Priest was no different.

"Despicable outsider."

"You've done well!"

His voice was cold and sinister, his face as dark as water.

He intended to act again, but in the next moment.

From behind the black fortress, thousands of meters away in the Holy City, an awe-inspiring aura erupted.

A massive golden sword shadow seemed to hover in the sky, its formidable pressure radiating outward.

Several extremely powerful black figures rushed into the air, attempting to flee.

In the next instant, the enormous golden sword shadow swept across the sky, vanishing in a flash.

All the black figures were obliterated, leaving the azure sky clear and pure.

Finally.

Screech!!

A piercing eagle cry resounded through the heavens as a massive Flying Eagle tore through the sky, leading a group from above the Holy City.

A figure clad in Golden Armor, wearing a half-mask, stood with a sword in hand, his aura continuously spilling out, his oppressive pressure bearing down on the area.

In that instant, his gaze met that of High Priest Rong Yan.

"Retreat!"

The Black Blade High Priest's eyes were cold and calculating as he memorized Chen Feng, then attempted to vanish into the shadows.

The Serpentfolk tribe sought to withdraw, but Chen Feng had no intention of letting this opportunity slip.

"Continue!"

His low command landed as he leaped down, landing firmly on the ground.

In response, the Holy Shield Colossus suddenly flapped its wings, charging straight toward the retreating battlefield.

Boom!!! The massive catapult was brutally smashed, and the sturdy battering ram, seemingly made of some unyielding rock, was shattered into pieces.

The surrounding Serpentfolk wailed in agony, and the Black Blade High Priest was utterly enraged.

"You're asking for death!!"

Black light from his body merged with the shadows on the ground, forming a pitch-black giant identical to the Holy Shield Colossus.

Boom!!

Their fists collided like cannon fire, and the surrounding Serpentfolk were enveloped in the dispersing black light.

Observing the shadowy colossus, which seemed to possess a fraction of the Holy Shield Colossus's strength, Chen Feng's gaze sharpened.

At that moment, the Flying Eagle Beast swooped down from the sky, and the Golden Armored figure above coldly swung his sword.

Swish!!

A golden sword light illuminated the heavens, so blinding that everyone, including Chen Feng, squinted.

As if the world had fallen silent, all sounds ceased.

In the end, amidst the rumbling noise, the colossal black figure shattered into pieces, and the streaks of black light and shadows were completely obliterated by the golden radiance.

"It's the Holy Sword!"

The serpentine eyes turned gloomy and unpleasant. The Black Blade High Priest even had blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, clearly injured.

Not daring to linger any longer, he exchanged a glance with High Priest Rong Yan in the distance.

In that instant, it seemed as though they had made a decision.

Both of them waved their hands, summoning a serpent-shaped black token, and simultaneously ordered their respective clans to retreat.

"This is..."

"The Serpent God Token!"

Someone below the black fortress recognized it, and even the Corps Commander Di Yan wore a grave expression.

Chen Feng could sense an extremely evil and powerful aura on the verge of awakening. Yet, the man in golden armor, standing on the back of the Flying Eagle and wearing a half-mask, remained cold and unmoved.

Slash!

Whoosh!!

The golden sword light was exceptionally dazzling. The two sixth-tier high priests changed their expressions and activated their tokens.

Boom!!! A burst of intense light erupted, as if a spatial fluctuation had occurred.

Everyone closed their eyes in that instant. When they looked up again, they saw an extremely deep trench, nearly a kilometer long, had appeared on the ground.

Countless Serpentfolk lay dead or injured, their remains scattered everywhere.

However, the two sixth-tier high priests, along with the core members of the two major tribes riding on the giant lizards, had all vanished.

It was as if they had been teleported away by some force.

"It's over."

A low murmur sounded. Even as a fifth-tier commander-level powerhouse, Guard Captain Olon of the Holy City wore a complex expression.

In the face of such a war, even a fifth-tier powerhouse could hardly dominate the situation.

The others also wore complicated expressions, their armor stained with blood, standing in place with their blades, dazed.

Molly, barely regaining her composure, looked at Chen Feng.

Lord Feng Chen had truly appeared once again.

She had much to say and many questions rising in her heart.

But in response to her gaze, Chen Feng shook his head.

The Holy Shield Colossus swiftly returned, shrinking in size to about two or three meters and standing guard nearby.

At the same time, Chen Feng's perception shifted to the man in golden armor on the Flying Eagle in mid-air.

His figure was lean yet upright.

The half-masked face revealed a cold and stern expression, and the sword in his hand was merely a golden light in the shape of a blade.

As if some power had been exhausted, the sword light rapidly dimmed and shrank, leaving only a foot-long remnant.

The man then turned his head, meeting Chen Feng's gaze.

The Corps Commander Di Yan, clad in dark brown armor and carrying a massive shield like a small mountain, also approached.

There was no hostility, but there was seriousness and wariness.

Their gazes lingered mostly on the Holy Shield Colossus. Chen Feng knew they were wary and suspicious.

"Friend, you're not from the southern lands, are you?"

Corps Commander Di Yan asked in a low voice, his tone veiled.

The expressions of Olon and the others around them shifted slightly. The Flying Eagle above slowly descended, and the man in golden armor approached as well.

Many had heard the Black Blade High Priest's mention of the term "outsider."

The strange appearance of the Holy Shield Colossus, along with Chen Feng's unique black hair and black eyes, had already led many to form their own speculations.

"Is it important?"

Chen Feng countered, his tone indifferent.

He could understand their concerns. After all, appearing out of nowhere with strength comparable to the top powerhouses of the Holy City, anyone would have doubts and worries.

"Well..."

Corps Commander Di Yan frowned, then looked at the man in golden armor.

"He's not a Serpentfolk."

The voice was cold, like a gust of icy wind, and the light from the sword in the hands of the Golden Armor man flickered uncertainly.

"My name is Adams. Thank you for your earlier assistance."

He spoke calmly, his hair a dark gold, and the half of his face that was visible looked quite young, no older than thirty.

As he spoke, he glanced around the battlefield, where corpses and craters littered the ground, and fragments of swords and serpent scales were scattered everywhere.

The spilled blood had almost dyed the brown earth red, and the stench of blood was unusually pungent.

Although the majority of the bodies were those of Serpentfolk, there were also warriors with wide eyes, their armor shattered and flesh pierced, having died in battle.

Some were wounded, wailing in pain amidst the blood, their faces filled with despair.

He knew that if it weren't for the timely intervention of this outsider, they might have suffered even greater losses.

"Oh?"

Somewhat surprised, Chen Feng noticed that their attitude towards outsiders wasn't too bad.

At least there was no malice, and they didn't seem as hostile and greedy as the Serpent God Temple and the Serpentfolk tribes.

"Quickly clean up the battlefield."

Without explaining much to Chen Feng, the Golden Armor man named Adams ordered the battlefield to be cleared and instructed the wounded warriors to be treated.

The Corps Commander Di Yan, standing nearby, shook his head and stepped forward to speak with Chen Feng, leaving only Olon and Molly with a few others.

"Our Holy City has had a few outsiders before, though they only stayed briefly, most of them helped us."

"As long as you're not a Serpentfolk, you're our friend."

His tone was low, and he looked directly at Chen Feng, explaining frankly.

Molly, standing nearby, fully confirmed this speculation, her gaze towards Chen Feng growing increasingly reverent.

Although Chen Feng still had many questions, he knew it wasn't the right time to ask.

His purpose for coming to the Serpent Spirit Secret Realm was singular: the high-level Life Seed Awakening Method.

Compared to that, other secrets could be set aside for now.

"May I ask your name?" Corps Commander Di Yan inquired.

"Feng Chen."

"Very well, Feng Chen. Would you be willing to accompany us to the Holy City?"

"Thanks to your assistance today, please allow us to express our gratitude."

Corps Commander Di Yan extended the invitation, but after a moment of thought, Chen Feng shook his head.

"No need."

The Holy City was too special, seemingly protected by some kind of barrier.

The power of the Holy Sword was also unexpectedly strong.

Though he sensed no malice, he could vaguely detect that they seemed to have ulterior motives, as if they wanted to test him.

Therefore, he wasn't sure if entering the Holy City would lead to any unforeseen events.

"I'll stay here."

"However, if you truly wish to thank me, there is something I would like to have."

"Oh?"

Corps Commander Di Yan was somewhat surprised, and the Golden Armor man named Adams also turned to look.

"Please, go on."

"I hope to obtain the sixth-tier, or even higher, Life Seed Awakening Method, a certain amount of Obsidian, and historical records of the Ancient Taiduo Empire and this continent."

"If you can provide these, I can assist you in repelling the Serpentfolk tribes in the next battle."

Chen Feng spoke calmly, not hiding his intentions, and deliberately made more demands to facilitate bargaining.

He knew that making such requests would make his purpose seem too strong, potentially alienating others.

But since he had come for this very reason, there was no great need to conceal it.

In this world, the law of the jungle and the survival of the fittest were stark realities. All Chen Feng needed to ensure was that he could negotiate with them on equal footing.

The crowd frowned, but no one refuted him.

Many eyes subtly glanced at the Holy Shield Colossus. Such a sixth-tier combatant was exceedingly rare even in the Holy City.

If it were willing to assist the Holy City, the benefits would undoubtedly outweigh the drawbacks.

"Agreed."

Corps Commander Di Yan and Adams exchanged a nod, but their tone quickly shifted.

"However, this matter requires discussion with His Highness."

"Please wait here for the outcome."

"Alright."

Chen Feng nodded, his expression calm.

Eventually, Adams was seen boarding a massive Flying Eagle, heading toward the Holy City.

As for Corps Commander Di Yan, he stayed behind with Olon and several other fifth-tier commanders, along with some elite forces from the Holy City.

Only then did Chen Feng have the time to survey the battlefield and the black fortress walls.

Ordinary people who once belonged to the gathering points appeared nearby, helping to move corpses and aid the wounded.

Some had lost arms, others half their bodies, all covered in blood.

The Seed of Life technique could strengthen the Physical Body, and at certain levels, it could even integrate elemental powers, granting unique abilities.

Yet, even so, such severe injuries were not easily healed.

From time to time, members of the Thorn Corps could be seen moving among the wounded. Most of their Seeds of Life were of the wood and water attributes. With a wave of their hands, green and blue light would flash, stimulating flesh vitality, aiding in healing, and repairing some injuries.

After a brief glance, Chen Feng averted his gaze.

"Lord Feng Chen, this way, please."

Molly was assigned to guide him. Chen Feng nodded, noticing a massive, sturdy iron gate opening in the black city wall.

Stepping inside, he saw the scene behind the black walls.

A vast expanse of brown earth stretched out, with a central road leading to the drawbridge and city gate of the Holy City several kilometers away.

The wheat fields on either side remained lush, with tents and rows of wooden structures scattered throughout.

Most of the people coming and going were armored soldiers, with very few elderly, women, or children in sight.

"Where are those people?"

Chen Feng asked, remembering that there were many ordinary elderly and children in the gathering points.

"They've all entered the Holy City."

Molly seemed to anticipate his question and quickly looked toward the magnificent city built against the mountain.

"When the Serpentfolk's transformation and infiltration plot was discovered, I informed the Thorn Corps Commander."

"After that, a thorough purge and investigation began within the Holy City, uncovering many hidden Serpentfolk."

"Some spots were thus vacated, and they were able to enter the Holy City smoothly."

Molly's tone was tinged with emotion, her gaze complex.

Chen Feng pondered this but did not expose the underlying truth.

No matter how thorough the purge of hidden Serpentfolk, it couldn't have freed up tens of thousands of spots.

For a moment, as he looked back at the black city walls, where many able-bodied men stood guard without leaving, he realized this might be the true purpose of the Holy City.

"How did the Holy City discover those transformed Serpentfolk?"

Following Molly toward the encampment on the open ground, Chen Feng asked.

The runes on the Holy City's walls could only target ordinary Serpentfolk, but if they were transformed, they would be indistinguishable from ordinary humans.

"The Holy Sword."

Molly's voice was reverent and devout.

"Although the transformed ones are no different from us humans, there is still a trace of the Serpent Spirit's mark in their bloodline."

"Precisely because of this, every time the Holy Sword is activated, it can detect the corresponding Serpent Spirit mark and the degenerates, and then eliminate them."

So that's how it is.

Chen Feng thought of the man in Golden Armor named Adams, who had been so certain that he was not a Serpentfolk.

It seemed that it was related to the sword light he held tightly in his hand.

And that, perhaps, was just a trace of the Holy Sword's power, not its true form?