Chapter 108: The Invincible Heart, None Can Match Me

Chapter 108: The Invincible Heart, None Can Match Me

On the Invincible Battle Arena, three figures clashed, unleashing astonishing shockwaves.

The Nangong Imperial Clan was ultimately swayed, sending a Quasi-Saint to the arena to join forces with the Quasi-Saint from the Zhenwu Sacred Land. After all, they had all witnessed Chen Feng slaying Luo Mingtang with his sword. They knew full well Luo Mingtang's strength—one-on-one, none of them stood a chance against Chen Feng.

Yet, they could not avoid the battle.

Chen Feng himself had openly challenged them to a one-versus-two fight. How could they refuse?

It must be said that the combined might of the two Quasi-Saints was extraordinary. Chen Feng felt immense pressure, yet he still refrained from activating his Destiny Power.

Fighting one against two, Chen Feng appeared to be at a disadvantage, but in truth, he was continuously sensing the mysteries of their Aperture Opening Techniques and the positions of their acupoints.

"Is Chen Feng about to lose?"

"What a pity. His aura was just a step away from forging the Invincible Heart..."

"Hah, serves him right for his arrogance."

Li Xinyue couldn't help but show concern on her face.

Through successive battles and unbroken victories, Chen Feng's invincible conviction and imposing momentum grew ever stronger, continuously refining. Everyone could see that he was just a hair's breadth away from forging the Invincible Heart.

All he needed was to consecutively defeat the representatives of the Zhenwu Sacred Land and the Nangong Imperial Clan, and he would take the first step in completing his Invincible Path.

If he failed at this step, all his previous efforts would be in vain.

It might even shake his conviction, affecting his foundation and future cultivation.

This was why peerless geniuses and prodigies were reluctant to step onto the Invincible Battle Arena lightly.

Similarly, the number of consecutive victories required to forge the Invincible Heart varied from person to person, closely tied to their individual conviction.

The more confident one was in themselves, the easier it was to refine an invincible belief.

Of course, one did not necessarily have to walk the Invincible Path on the Invincible Battle Arena—though it was the most reliable method.

The members of the Zhenwu Sacred Land and the Nangong Imperial Clan couldn't help but smile.

Though they had no deliberate intention to suppress the Huntian Sect, nor were they in direct conflict with them, it was still satisfying to obstruct Chen Feng's Invincible Path.

After all, competition existed among all major factions.

They weren't particularly eager to see the Huntian Sect rise again.

Of course, they wouldn't go as far as the Tianyuan Sacred Land, deliberately suppressing the Huntian Sect.

Otherwise, the Huntian Sect would have long been wiped out, unable to cling to survival until now.

With a sword held horizontally before him, Chen Feng blocked the combined strike of the two Quasi-Saints, his body drifting back as lightly as a feather.

"Finally, I've grasped it."

There was no trace of dejection on Chen Feng's face from being suppressed and forced back. Instead, a faint smile appeared.

Since that was the case, there was no need to prolong the battle.

Chen Feng was curious—what exactly would forging the Invincible Heart look like?

His sword aura, seemingly suppressed to its limit, rebounded in an instant. The sword resonance shook the air, causing the two Quasi-Saints from the Zhenwu Sacred Land and the Nangong Imperial Clan to pale uncontrollably, their scalps tingling with dread.

Before their eyes, an overwhelmingly sharp sword light slashed through the void.

That sword light seemed capable of splitting heaven and earth, severing all things—nothing could stand against it.

The two immediately unleashed their full strength, pouring everything into their defense. The sword light tore through the air, cleaving apart the vast expanse of the world, its brilliance boundless.

But all their strength was shattered.

Both were sent flying back.

Only then did they realize that Chen Feng had been holding back his true power all along, only now unleashing it.

The wool had been sheared, the leeks harvested—there was no need to continue the fight.

The Flowing Cup Sword seemed to vanish into thin air, leaving only streaks of sword light surging like a storm, crashing toward the two Quasi-Saints.

In mere moments, both were blasted off the arena by Chen Feng, sustaining minor injuries.

Those from the Tianyuan Sacred Land deserved to be slain, for the feud between them and the Huntian Sect spanned years.

But those from the Zhenwu Sacred Land and the Nangong Imperial Clan, under normal circumstances, should not and could not be killed—lest it provoke the wrath of two great sacred lands and bring unnecessary enemies upon the Huntian Sect.

The moment the two Quasi-Saints fell from the arena— A sudden anomaly erupted!

The Invincible Battle Arena trembled, its four white jade pillars shaking as the dragon carvings coiled around them seemed to come alive. A series of deafening roars echoed, shaking heaven and earth.

The formless, intangible Invincible Belief gathered around Chen Feng now manifested visibly, like a streak of silver light swirling around him, as if ready to pierce the skies and shatter the clouds.

Amidst the dragon's roars, the silver light condensed further, finally taking the shape of a heart, radiating an astonishing aura—a surge of belief, a spiritual presence that ignited an indomitable fighting spirit and Combat Intent in all who sensed it.

It was as if... nothing could be feared, as if one were Invincible in Battle.

The silver heart of light descended, merging into Chen Feng’s body and settling into his own heart.

Chen Feng felt an invincible will fuse with his very being.

In that instant, an overwhelming desire surged from the depths of his soul—a desire to challenge the heavens themselves.

As if he could shatter the earth beneath his feet with a single step.

As if he could tear the sky apart with one hand.

He could pluck the stars and seize the moon!

He could tread across the four seas and eight wildernesses!

Those in the Transcendent Realm? Crushed with a mere grip.

Those in the Dao Integration Realm? Slain with a single sword stroke.

Above and below, he alone reigned supreme—None Can Match Me!

Below the arena, the crowd erupted in shock.

"Is that... the Invincible Heart?"

"To witness someone forging the Invincible Heart in my lifetime—what fortune!"

"Hmph, it’s only the initial stage. Far from reaching perfection."

Forging the Invincible Heart was no easy feat. Battling relentlessly against prodigies, peerless geniuses, and even freaks—without rest, without time to recover, no matter how much strength was expended.

Fight!

Endless battles!

One after another, victory or defeat hanging in the balance.

Even if the Saints of the three great sacred lands were to attempt it, none could guarantee they would succeed in forging even the initial stage of the Invincible Heart.

Yet Chen Feng had done it.

And to some, it almost seemed effortless.

For a moment, some were deluded into thinking that treading the Invincible Path and forging the Invincible Heart was no great challenge.

Wang Yuandao gazed at Chen Feng, a faint smile on his face, yet a trace of concern flickered in his eyes.

Forging the initial stage of the Invincible Heart was not the end—it was only the beginning, the true start of walking the Invincible Path.

The road ahead was long.

But before continuing on this path, there would be a trial.

Forging the Invincible Heart, even in its initial stage, would inflate one’s ego, birthing the delusion of 'I am invincible,' viewing all beneath heaven as mere ants.

Some may lose their true selves in the process, becoming arrogant and ignorant, only to meet an untimely end soon after—like playing with fire and getting burned.

Only those who can withstand the impact of the Invincible Heart and see through the illusion of false invincibility can truly forge the Invincible Heart in its preliminary form.

This trial is extremely perilous.

"Disciple, this hurdle is yours alone to face. Even as your master, I cannot aid you..." Wang Yuandao murmured softly.

The moment his words faded, on the Invincible Battle Arena, Chen Feng's eyes suddenly sharpened, radiating brilliance, becoming clear and lucid. An astonishing aura emanated from him, yet without the slightest trace of disorder.

Beneath that overwhelming presence, the faint divine radiance around Chen Feng seemed to grow denser, casting him as a celestial being descended to the mortal world—his bearing so awe-inspiring that it drew involuntary admiration from the depths of one's heart.

"Excellent!"

Wang Yuandao's eyes gleamed with genuine joy.

His disciple... had truly forged the Invincible Heart. This meant he had officially pushed open the gates of invincibility and stepped onto the Invincible Path.

From here on, as long as he continued to triumph, he would one day reach the pinnacle of true invincibility, just like the Eastern Xuan Emperor.

Yet, that goal remained distant.

Regardless, this was undeniably a promising beginning.

On the arena, Chen Feng's eyes, brimming with divine light, swept slowly across the surroundings.

What kind of gaze was that?

Distinctly black and white, clear yet unfathomably deep—boundless as the starry sky, yet brimming with incomparable confidence and the unshakable conviction of "None Can Match Me," an indomitable belief that crushed all before it.

When others met those eyes, they instinctively averted their gazes or lowered their heads.

They dared not meet his stare—nor could they.

Even those whose cultivation surpassed Chen Feng's were no exception.

It was a suppression of belief.

Like... subduing the enemy without a single battle!