Martial Fist: Adding Points in Dreamland
Chapter 262: The Divine Martial Alliance Leader [2.7k]

Translator: CinderTL

Tap, tap, tap, tap.

The bustling city streets echoed with the sound of rapid footsteps.

Vehicles of red, blue, white, and black sped along the roads, while holographic projections floated in the air above.

Whoosh!!

A flying car streaked across the sky, leaving a trail of white vapor in its wake.

Nanjiang was changing rapidly, with more and more large corporations setting up shop. Once a rare sight, flying cars were gradually becoming commonplace.

Pedestrians rarely stopped to marvel at them anymore. On the sidewalks outside various supermarkets and shops, laughter and chatter filled the air. Some walked hand in hand, smiling, while others sat on public benches sipping milk tea and playing with their phones.

Tap, tap.

The sound of footsteps rang out again as Chen Feng walked to the roadside opposite the Martial Hall, near a shopping mall.

An elderly man in a black windbreaker stood on the wide gray stone plaza, bending down to hand a yellow helium balloon to a little boy beside him.

"Little one, don't lose it next time."

"Thank you, Grandpa."

The boy quickly thanked him, then ran off cheerfully.

The old man in the black windbreaker chuckled as he watched the boy leave. He looked ordinary and unremarkable, wearing sneakers like a hiking enthusiast.

A young girl brushed past him, and a middle-aged office worker with a briefcase sat on a public bench not far behind him.

For a moment, Chen Feng, dressed in a black trench coat, stood silently, observing everything before him.

"Divine Martial Alliance?" he asked in a low voice, sensing something familiar yet strange about the man's aura.

It was very similar to the aura of all the Divine Martial Alliance members he had encountered, filled with the presence of Evil God Power.

It was incredibly complex, yet it seemed to be unified into one.

"It seems Demon Moon was right. Your perception is indeed extraordinary."

The old man in the black windbreaker smiled gently, standing still as he turned his head to meet Chen Feng's gaze.

Buzz! In an instant, Chen Feng's brow furrowed.

Using his heightened perception, he keenly noticed something unusual.

Though they were standing only four or five meters apart, speaking openly, the passersby around them seemed completely unaware of their presence.

A woman walked past, still touching up her makeup, while a man on a nearby bench opened his laptop, seemingly working outdoors.

No one paid them any attention, as if they were isolated from the world.

If one had to describe it, it was as if an invisible barrier had enveloped them, rendering them unseen.

"Heh, just a small trick."

"It seems you haven't broken through to the Pinnacle Realm yet, or else you wouldn't be so puzzled."

The old man in the black windbreaker spoke again, his voice warm and friendly, like a kindly neighbor.

But Chen Feng knew better. This man was a Pinnacle Realm Master.

"And you're the Divine Martial Alliance Leader?" Chen Feng asked, narrowing his eyes, his expression serious.

He couldn't quite see through the man, a feeling he had only experienced with Yang Wudi before.

In the entire Divine Martial Alliance, he believed only one person could achieve this.

"Yes, it's me."

The old man in black nodded with a smile, still standing in place.

Under Chen Feng's gaze, he had grayish-white hair and a thin, kindly face with exceptionally gentle features.

Chen Feng detected no malice, except for the initial hint of probing.

He was surprised. He had expected the man to come seeking revenge for Demon Moon and the others.

Or perhaps the man was hiding his intentions so deeply that even Chen Feng's perception couldn't detect any ill will.

"Speak. What do you want from me?"

Chen Feng got straight to the point. He didn't like feeling so passive.

"It's quite simple. I was just struck by a whim to meet the rumored possessor of the Innate Tyrant Bone, the one with extraordinary perception."

The black-robed elder stood with his hands behind his back, speaking in a calm tone. "I initially thought you must have broken into the Pinnacle Realm to be able to kill that Onit."

"But now it seems you are even more outstanding and surprising than I imagined."

After a pause, he spoke candidly.

"Therefore, I hope you can join us."

"Your Grand Protector died by my hand," Chen Feng said, narrowing his eyes.

"Victors become kings, and losers become bandits. His death only proves he was inferior in skill."

The black-robed elder spoke calmly, pacing with his hands behind his back as he gazed at the azure sky.

"As for Demon Moon, or anyone else."

"Witnessing the rise of a hero like you, they can die without regret."

As the words fell, Chen Feng's vigilance deepened.

Those who can let go easily are often the most dangerous.

"What do you think?"

"Your Divine Martial Alliance's temple is too small, I'm afraid it can't contain me."

"Heh, I like your temperament because I was just like you when I was young."

Shaking his head, the black-robed elder's response was unexpectedly candid.

"Besides, I'm not here on behalf of the Divine Martial Alliance to invite you."

"Oh?" Chen Feng was surprised.

"The Earth Star is vast, and what you've seen is only the Red Nation."

"It is indeed powerful, but it cannot represent all the martial artists in the world."

"So?" Chen Feng frowned, realizing he might be touching upon an unknown force in the Martial Arts World.

"Star Palace, the Twelve Seats."

"If you agree, you will become one of them, equal in status to me."

The black-robed elder's tone grew more serious. Chen Feng racked his brain but found he had never heard of this organization.

"It does not belong to the Red Nation."

As if reading Chen Feng's thoughts, the black-robed elder shook his head and explained.

"Of course, it doesn't belong to the Platinum Federation either, nor to any single nation."

"It only accepts the strongest martial artists in the world, and it is destined to forge an unprecedented glorious path for the declining Martial Arts."

Though his tone was calm, Chen Feng sensed the ambition behind it.

For a moment, he wavered.

The strongest martial artists in the world? If they could gather together, perhaps they could indeed pave a new path for Martial Arts.

"So, Yang Wudi and Liu Duanyun..."

"I invited both of them."

Shaking his head, the black-robed elder said regretfully, "Unfortunately, neither agreed."

Chen Feng's heart stirred, but he wasn't surprised.

One was the martial arts leader of the north, the other an invincible figure of the south. What kind of pride must they harbor? "So, the Twelve Seats are the highest?"

"Yes, but unfortunately, the Pinnacle Realm is hard to find, and the seats have never been fully occupied."

The black-robed elder seemed regretful, finally turning to Chen Feng.

"Have you made up your mind?"

"Yes."

"Heh, very well, then welcome—"

"I refuse."

As the words fell, the black-robed elder's expression stiffened.

Chen Feng's face was completely calm, all turmoil in his heart vanishing.

In the end, it all came back to the Pinnacle Realm.

If the Star Palace's strongest were only at this level, he believed that with his dream-inspired transcendent Martial Arts and the awakening methods of the Holy City, he could surpass this realm.

Moreover, he didn't believe in free lunches.

The other party wouldn't invite him to join without reason, and he wouldn't forget the Divine Martial Alliance's repeated malice and attempts on his life.

The other party could laugh it off because they had never been threatened.

But he had been hunted from the moment he was weak.

"Are you sure?"

The amiable face of the black-clad old man furrowed slightly as he inquired once more.

Without a response, Chen Feng stood still, his black trench coat fluttering without any wind, rustling loudly.

This was Nanjiang.

Not Yun Port, not Suro, nor any other place.

His territory—why should he explain too much? Crack, crack.

Instantly, the stone bricks on the ground shattered, and the invisible barrier-like surroundings began to destabilize.

The overwhelming pressure of the Wrath of the Storm swept through everything. The black-clad old man frowned slightly, his expression growing colder until it turned indifferent.

"It seems Yang Wudi has influenced you," he thought Yang Wudi had revealed something related.

"Let's do it."

Chen Feng replied coldly. He only believed in his fists and would not explain any further.

Buzz!!

In an instant, the air trembled as the Wrath of the Storm enveloped the sky.

The invisible barrier rippled chaotically, with patterns resembling flowing water continuously emerging.

"Very well!"

The black-clad old man muttered in a deep voice and vanished from his spot.

A distance of several meters was but a step away. His outstretched fingers transformed into claws, as if a Flying Dragon soared in the sky, descending from above.

Chen Feng frowned, recognizing this as the True Intent Martial Arts of the Flying Dragon Sect, once used by his old nemesis.

Roar!!

A Tiger Roar punch, the Force exploded.

A powerful thud echoed through everything. Passersby outside the invisible barrier all shuddered, looking around in confusion.

"What was that noise?"

"I don't know! Maybe a car tire burst?"

"I didn't see anything!"

Various puzzled murmurs reached Chen Feng's ears as he threw a punch across the air, locking eyes with the black-clad old man who was evenly matched with him.

The invisible barrier around them still held, their battle remained unnoticed by anyone.

Hum!!

In an instant, the Flying Dragon transformed, its dark light dazzling.

The black-clad old man's free left palm gathered momentum, like waves piling up, with immense power.

Boom!!! The Mighty Arms erupted, and the stone bricks beneath their feet completely shattered, leaving a crater in their place.

The passersby were utterly bewildered, looking around in shock and confusion, yet still unable to spot the two.

The only visible signs were the sudden pits and cracks on the ground.

"What's going on?"

"Was it an earthquake?"

"No!"

Exclamations of shock continued until finally.

Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom!!

A series of dull explosions rang out continuously. The gray stone bricks of the square were riddled with pits, and the round cement ball placed there also exploded into powder.

Screams erupted as the passersby panicked.

A man working on a public bench, wearing headphones, remained oblivious to the chaos outside. In the distance, people watched in horror as a green tree behind him seemed to be snapped by a monster, collapsing toward him.

"Run!"

"Hey, you!! Run!!"

Shouts of warning filled the air, but the man remained seated, frowning at his laptop screen, unmoving and unresponsive.

The giant tree was about to bury him.

The crowd gasped, some covering their eyes, unable to watch.

Until finally.

Boom!!

A flash of crimson bloomed, and the collapsing tree exploded into debris.

The man, focused on his work, was slightly startled as he noticed tree fragments and leaves scattered across his laptop screen.

Puzzled, he turned around to see the crowd shouting incessantly, and the green area nearby in complete disarray.

"What's happening?"

He took off his headphones, frowning in confusion.

Boom!!

A deafening explosion erupted, the surrounding light flickering as a deep crater appeared in the green area.

The next moment.

As if some barrier had been shattered, two figures suddenly appeared on the empty ground.

The young man in a black trench coat was surrounded by crimson flames, while a massive Flame Tiger roared towards the sky.

Opposite him stood an elderly man in a black windbreaker, his expression cold and his Force constantly shifting.

At times, it was like a Flying Dragon soaring in the sky, a dark current of water.

At other times, it was a swarm of Black Crows, with a Giant Python lunging to bite.

Before the office worker could even react.

ROAR!!! Like a tiger's roar, the dark Force flowed endlessly, transforming into the Black Flame Tiger True Intent, pouncing forward.

Chen Feng narrowed his eyes, realizing that the other party was imitating his martial arts, and had even managed to capture some of its essence.

It was unexpected, but... ROAR!!

The Tiger Roar clashed, and the Flame Tiger did not retreat.

An imitator could only ever be an imitator—how could they compare to the original? BOOM! In an instant, the two exchanged blows, and in the next moment, the black starving tiger shattered into light, only to reform into a dark Flying Dragon, coiling like a python.

Not giving an inch, Chen Feng stepped forward.

THUD!!

Fist met palm, and his Bronze Body manifested.

The greenbelt was utterly destroyed, with massive craters and cracks spreading endlessly. The grass was pulverized, and the soil churned.

Nearby yellow road signs and street lamps were accidentally grazed by their fists and palms, shattering into pieces or collapsing in the next moment.

"You are indeed strong. It seems this is the source of your arrogance," the elderly man in black said coldly, a dark light flashing before him.

Dragons and snakes emerged together, their Force unyielding.

Just as it seemed about to strike Chen Feng.

WHOOSH!!

The Wrath of the Storm condensed, shrinking its range and gathering before him.

The immense mental pressure was enough to affect reality, freezing the unstoppable Dragon and Snake True Intent in place.

"Get lost!!" Chen Feng roared, his fist erupting with crimson flames mixed with a faint white light, transforming into a Falling Sun strike.

BOOM!!

A gust of wind swept through, and everything was obliterated. The elderly man in black frowned deeply, his legs plowing through the ground as he slid back seven or eight meters.

Chen Feng's intent to press the attack suddenly paused. He narrowed his eyes and turned, just in time to see a Giant Python breaking through the shadows, launching a sneak attack.

Twisting his body, he spun around and swept his leg.

BANG!!

The Force shattered, dispersing into spiritual light.

The surrounding pedestrians scrambled to dodge, while the office worker tried to flee but found his legs unresponsive. He could only collapse to the ground, pale-faced and trembling as he watched in fear.

"You're not real," Chen Feng suddenly spoke, standing still as he looked at the elderly man in black, who had steadied himself.

The Divine Martial Alliance Leader, who could exchange blows with Yang Wudi and hold his own against Liu Duanyun, couldn't possibly be this weak.

Moreover, Chen Feng could sense that while the other party's techniques were bizarre, his aura felt rootless, like a drifting weed.

"Heh."

Without answering, the elderly man in black simply smiled faintly.

In the next moment, shadows flickered, and dark light erupted.

He instantly closed the distance to Chen Feng, his palm thrusting towards the chest and abdomen, like a python.

At the same time, his fist swept through the air, aiming for the temple, as if a Black Tiger had reappeared.

Strands of dark light solidified around them, like thin threads binding Chen Feng's movements.

For a moment, the dark Flying Dragon and Black Tiger pounced from both sides, causing countless onlookers to pale in fear.

But then.

Chen Feng's furrowed brows suddenly relaxed, and the crimson flames around him erupted, the hidden golden light no longer concealed.

BOOM!!! He withstood the other party's powerful strike head-on, his chest expanding as his right arm bent like a drawn bow to its limit.

The crimson flames, mixed with a hint of gold, fused with the Falling Sun strike, and he smashed his fist directly towards the elderly man's head.

In the final moment, Chen Feng saw the other party's astonished gaze.

And then.

WHOOSH!!

Everything was obliterated, all things evaporated.

The powerful shockwave surged recklessly, like a tornado, once again uprooting the soil of the green belt and the streetlight poles behind it, even shattering the glass windows of the shopping mall.

Everyone was stunned, and when they regained their senses, they looked again.

The old man in black was sent flying violently, smashing through everything.

The dark light on his body flickered and disappeared continuously, until finally, only the corpse of an unfamiliar face remained on the ground.