Unstoppable Crushing: Starting from Adding Points in Dreams

[World Fighting Championship!]

The black letter was only palm-sized, with golden patterns winding around it.

Chen Feng sat in front of the tea table in the quiet room, staring at the item with a slight frown.

"A disciple said that after he woke up this morning, this thing appeared next to him."

"Curious, he read the contents and quickly brought it to the Martial Arts Hall."

Cao Tong, dressed in a loose hoodie, seemed a bit bewildered, the cause being the black characters recorded inside the letter.

[March 12—Special Invitation to Flame Tiger Grandmaster of Chi Country!]

[Location: Dragon Nest Arena, Royal Capital of Niduo Country!]

The words were few, but the purpose was self-evident.

Chen Feng noticed that the handwriting inside was left intentionally, as he could clearly perceive a hint of True Intent hidden within.

Roar!!

It was as if a lion's roar, yet also resembling a dragon snake's hiss.

Almost at the moment of contact, the Flame Tiger True Intent spontaneously released as if fighting and tearing at it.

Even standing nearby, Cao Tong seemed to sense something, clearly seeing a palm-sized Heavenly Flame Red Tiger appear on the letter, battling two similarly-sized brown berserk lions and black dragon snakes.

It was like condensed Ultimate Intent, causing a buzzing in the quiet room with invisible air ripples spreading out.

Bam!!

But soon, within just two breaths, the berserk lion perished, and the dragon snake shattered.

The so-called True Intent spiritual light dissipated into nothing, and everything returned to the original tranquility.

"Two Extreme Realm practitioners?"

Chen Feng slightly narrowed his eyes, sensing the strength of the two True Intents just now, they must be at the Extreme Realm level.

The reason he could so quickly extinguish the traces they left was simple.

The Heavenly Flame Red Tiger had his support, continuously supplied, while the traces left by the opponent were merely rootless duckweed.

Then, he flipped the black letter.

He saw a six-pointed star imprint at one corner of the back.

"It's the handiwork of the Star Palace."

Chen Feng's tone was calm, having reached a judgment.

When Zhou Wuren had revealed these matters to him back then, he mentioned the Star Palace's mark of influence.

The purple six-pointed star was the Star Palace's unified external proof of itself.

"Star Palace?"

Cao Tong finally came to his senses, his face gradually becoming solemn.

He thought of the stranger old man who died outside the Martial Arts Hall back then, the Shenwu Alliance Leader.

"Could it be...."

"Hmm."

Nodding, Chen Feng affirmed his guess.

Back when the Shenwu Alliance Leader came to test him, it seemed like he died, but he had always suspected that the opponent was likely not in his true body.

Additionally, with this invitation letter, during the True Intent trigger just now, he could also detect that familiar aura, most likely originating from the opponent.

"It seems, back then, he was indeed just a clone."

Chen Feng squinted and accepted the black letter, slightly puzzled by the Shenwu Alliance Leader's intentions.

Was he trying to lure him into a trap, or was it a genuine invitation?

And this world fighting championship.

He had indeed not heard much about it before, and there were many questions in his mind.

With those thoughts flashing, he planned to find someone to learn more.

But soon, he saw several flying cars descending outside the Martial Arts Hall, causing waves that stirred not a small commotion.

Perception instinctively swept around, noticing a few unfamiliar figures.

Besides, there was also an acquaintance accompanying them.

....

"Is this the Flame Tiger Grandmaster's Martial Arts Hall?"

"Yes, Vice Dean Fang."

Chu Shihong stepped out of the flying device, wearing a black woolen coat, his gray-white hair meticulously combed, with a smile on his face.

Several mechanical martial security personnel accompanied behind, and on his left side, a group of silhouettes could be seen.

Most were dressed in loose white coats, with the words Yaoxing on the left chest.

Both men and women were present, the younger ones were twenty-seven or eight, the older ones thirty-something, even middle-aged.

The leading figure was also an elder, with gray-white hair, a thin face, wearing a black down jacket.

"The Flame Tiger Grandmaster stays at the Martial Arts Hall usually, let's go meet him."

Chu Shihong smiled and took the initiative to lead the way.

The elder nodded and followed, the group of seven or eight men and women quickly entering the Martial Arts Hall.

Bam bam!

Someone was practicing boxing on the first floor, punching sandbags with muffled sounds.

Others were near fitness equipment, doing squats, bench presses, exercising muscles and physique.

"Full of vitality."

The elder referred to as Vice Dean Fang smiled and commented, then looked at the interior decorations of the Martial Arts Hall.

Simple and elegant, with red patterns blooming like flames, engraved on the walls.

The accompanying men and women looked around on both sides, some with curious faces, others indifferent and paying little attention.

"Yanwu Gym is a major school in Nanjiang, originating from the Heavenly Flame Red Tiger Style."

"There are many young people, especially the Flame Tiger Master, who is not yet twenty-four years old, with him as a model, naturally vibrant...."

Chu Shihong smiled and exchanged pleasantries, the other party nodded in agreement.

The other disciples of the Martial Arts Hall had already been instructed, and soon a core disciple led the way, taking them towards the second floor of the Martial Arts Hall.

"Quite a show of formality."

Among the entourage, a young man stepped onto the staircase, unable to resist muttering, his voice very low.

Two security guards behind Chu Shihong's face tensed, glancing at the man.

"What are you looking at me for?"

The young man wore black square-framed glasses, looking rather genteel and frail, his hair was long with bangs covering his forehead, and his expression was somewhat indifferent.

"Fang Wen, say less."

Beside the man, a ponytailed woman who appeared to be twenty-eight or nine frowned and reminded him, even the vice dean walking in the front turned his head to glance at the young man.

"Mind your manners, this is not Yun Gang."

The tone was neutral, not showing any emotion, the young man named Fang Wen opened his mouth, lowered his head slightly and dared not speak further.

Soon, Vice Dean Fang shook his head and apologized to Chu Shihong.

"Councilman Chu, sorry, the younger generation are a bit restless, forgive my embarrassment."

"It's alright, young people after all..."

Chu Shihong withdrew his gaze, knowing the young man was related to Vice Dean Fang, he didn't hold it against him.

Shaking his head, he gave them a way out. This minor episode didn't cause much of a stir; the group proceeded up the corridor to the second floor, where they saw a young man in a loose hoodie standing at the door of the Quiet Room with others.

"Councilman Chu, please."

Cao Tong gestured, Chu Shihong nodded and followed, bringing Vice Dean Fang into the Quiet Room.

Soon, he glanced around.

Inside the Quiet Room with a wooden floor, a young man in black faced away from the sunlight outside the window, brewing several cups of tea, seemingly waiting for them.

Short stubble hair, slanting eyebrows.

Strong and masculine features, calm eyes raised to look.

Buzz!

In an instant, everyone's hearts trembled.

Clearly, there was no deliberate aura being emitted, yet somehow, they all felt as if a peerless fierce tiger was lurking here, like a human hero calmly sitting or standing.

"Vice Dean Fang, please."

Chen Feng spoke calmly, and only then did everyone manage to pull themselves together.

Most of the entourage was guided by other disciples to an adjacent lounge to wait.

The two security guards instinctively turned to glance at the previously outspoken young Fang, seeing his expression change, obediently following, quietly exchanging looks and shaking their heads secretly.

This was the second martial hero in the Southern Martial Arts World after Yang Wudi, a suspected Extreme Realm talent.

Even Fifth-Order Transformed People and Mechanical Martial personnel must show great respect, let alone an ordinary person.

The young man seemed to realize this, his expression subdued significantly.

Chu Shihong, however, took the initiative to lead Vice Dean Fang to the tea table in the Quiet Room, smiling and introducing each other.

"This is Flame Tiger Master, our Nanjiang Councilman, Chen Feng, Councilman Chen."

"How about it, Vice Dean Fang?"

"Seeing you is even more impressive than rumored, awe-inspiring, boundless like the sea, truly worthy as the number one in the Southern Martial Arts World."

The old man referred to as Vice Dean Fang seized the opportunity to compliment with several phrases, proactively shaking hands, even directly outshining Yang Wudi.

Chen Feng looked deeply at the man, sensing his goodwill and the restrained superior authority.

He had already learned about him from Chu Shihong.

Named Fang Muchuan, he is one of the three vice deans of Yaoxing Academy, somewhat famous in Feng Province and the surrounding provinces.

He had also worked at Red Capital Academy, with considerable connections, and has certain ties with Chairman Li.

"This time, we've come to bother you, one reason is that Yaoxing Academy plans to open a branch in Nanjiang, and I've been assigned to oversee."

"The second reason... is to seek Master Chen's help in completing some martial arts project research."

After a brief polite exchange, Vice Dean Fang got straight to the point and stated his purpose.

Chen Feng wasn't surprised, yet he was somewhat impressed by his sincere attitude.

Looking over, a briefcase was opened, inside were two metal bottles containing liquid.

Entirely bright green, with tiny light points shimmering within, appearing full of vitality.

"These are two Advanced Life Potions, which were previously commissioned through Councilman Chu as research compensation."

Vice Dean Fang's face was thin, his eyebrows and hair white, but he spoke steadily and calmly.

"I hope Master Chen won't mind our presumptuous visit, and for the subsequent research projects, please bear with us."

He expressed a desire to pay the compensation in advance, Chen Feng was silent for a moment.

At this point, the effects of Advanced Life Potions are already not what they used to be, but having them is still better than not having them, they can still propel the improvement of the Holy Flame Awakening Method.

However, all this relies on one condition.

"I am very willing to contribute my strength to Chi Country's martial arts... however, I do not favor special experiments that overly involve my principles."

Chen Feng decided to state his rules upfront.

He could help with collecting data on physical fitness and Strength performance.

However, he would not allow the collection of his own blood for special research.

After all, he was familiar with biological transformation technology, unsure if his blood, once collected, would lead to the research of some gene potion or even targeted special methods.

"Naturally."

Vice Dean Fang did not refute, instead he nodded with a smile, taking the opportunity to discuss the specifics of the research with him.

Everything was within Chen Feng's scope of acceptance, and it was not much different from what was initially mentioned, only targeting the level of Beyond Master for comparative performance data collection.

The discussion between the two went fairly smoothly, amid a harmonious atmosphere, Chen Feng timely asked a question of his own curiosity.

"Vice Dean Fang."

"What is the particularity of the New Martial Arts mentioned by the Northern Sacred Sect, that it actually prompts all academic institutions to establish research projects for it?"

As the words landed, Chu Shihong's eyes moved slightly, Cao Tong who stayed to serve tea also perked up his ears.