Chapter 94: Breaking through the hundred-foot mark, Zeng Drunk Ink

  "What?!"

  In front of the temple, under the high platform, for a moment, I don't know how many people exclaimed, and some even swallowed their cries, almost biting their tongues.

  "How can we travel such a long distance? Has Ning Feng gone mad?"

  Everyone's idea is ultimately four words: unbelievable.

  The Taiyang Fa is the first orthodox method of the nine methods and thirteen transformations of the Taiyang Shen Gong, the ancestor of all Taiyang Shen Gong methods. Throughout history, there have been very few successful practitioners, but everyone's understanding of it is not superficial.

  With the cultivation of the six layers of Qi Gong, the Taiyang method has already reached its limit at 100 meters.

  This extreme means that at this distance it can be hit, but the power is probably not enough to kill a calf.

  Ning Feng faced the first of the nine refinements, the Blood Yang Purple Gold Body, which was also the strongest in terms of physical strength. What's the difference between that and scratching an itch?

  "Even if Wushan didn't stir up the mountain pattern, Ningfeng's Sun God Light would have to be within ninety zhang to hurt him. To decide the outcome with one move, eighty zhang was the limit."

  "He's too impatient!"

  Many people sighed and regretted, more than half of them had lucky thoughts, putting their bets on Ning Feng.

  No one noticed that at the moment when Ning Feng made his move, Tian Yunzi, Tian Yue Tong Lao, and Zhu Jiao Zhen Ren Shen Bu Yi, the nine mountain masters, all had a flash of strange color in their eyes.

  "Brush!"

  A brilliant light flashed, and in an instant, it traversed a hundred feet, shattering all the distracting thoughts in people's minds, refocusing their attention back on the arena.

  There, Ning Feng's index finger, which had been tempered by the Sun Bone, suddenly burst forth with a dazzling light. In an instant, the strange phenomenon behind Ning Feng's head, including the Temple of the Sun God, all disappeared. It seemed as if this one finger had drained all his strength.

  At the same time, the sunshade on his forehead faded away, losing its luster, as if it had gone through a hundred years of vicissitudes in an instant.

  In the blink of an eye, not only was his own stored Sun God's Light depleted, but he also drew upon the power gathered from the Sun God Temple, and even extracted the power contained within the Sun Cloak.

  If it doesn't work out, then die for a just cause; what retreat route has ever been left behind?

  A hundred feet apart. In a finger's breadth, in an instant, under one light, piercing through.

  Wu Shan's eyes were dazzled by the radiant light of the Sun God, which had turned everything before him into a vast expanse of white. Even if he didn't believe it could shatter a distance of 110 zhang, this beam of sunlight was still capable of harming him. Yet, subconsciously, his heart stirred and activated the Mountain Pattern Armor.

  The mountain pattern armor is a precious law instrument, and Wushan has only recently obtained it. His own cultivation is also weak. When stimulated, there will inevitably be a brief interval of that moment.

  This interval is very short, so short that it's just a blink of an eye. It's just one breath, just one thought moving and the body responding in time.

  What's the point of this interval?

  Enough to shine a brilliant light, piercing the last ten zhang, taking advantage of the mountain pattern armor floating out and not yet closing before, blasting on his chest.

  "Hmph!"

  The light was like fire and burned a hole the size of a fist in the clothing on Wushan's chest.

  Everyone's gaze at this moment is focused, converged, and even wants to dig out their eyes, throw them into the air a hundred feet high, and get closer to see more clearly.

  Perhaps it was because everyone was too focused, time seemed to be passing very slowly at this moment. They clearly saw that in the hole of the melted clothes, a piece of black forest-like chest hair was exposed on Wu Shan's chest.

  They could see even more clearly that a cluster of chest hair was blown up in the blast of divine light, turning yellow, withering, and shattering into pieces...

  It was as if in an instant, all the trees within a large circle in a forest were cut down, and on Wu Shan's chest, a fist-sized bald spot suddenly appeared amidst his thick chest hair.

  This scope is still expanding.

  "What's going on?"

  "How is it possible?"

  "Why?"

  Wu Shan's mind was filled with flashing question marks, feeling numb to the scorching heat, and before he could even feel heartache for his usually cherished and rarely seen chest hair.

  "Brush!"

  A ray of heavenly light came down and enveloped Wushan from head to toe.

  This ray of light seemed to have the power to repel everything, and even though it touched the skin of Wushan, the concentrated solar divine light that had gathered all of Ning Feng's strength was instantly repelled.

  Then a divine light rushed forth, booming in the sky and surging forward to crash against the reefs, shattering itself into powder.

  "Hmm"

  A chill ran down his arm, his fingers twitching uncontrollably, and a sharp pain shot up along the veins of his arm, as if a small knife was cutting its way up from inside.

  A smile appeared on his sweat-drenched face.

  He won!

  Ning Feng had just put down his arm and revealed a smile when a commotion suddenly erupted in front of the Temple of Gods.

  A pillar of heavenly light shelters Wushan; isn't this still unclear?

  Obviously, in the eyes of the big shots in the Temple of Gods, this blow from Wushan was not enough to withstand. At the moment when the heavenly light descended from the sky, Ning Feng had already won.

  "Even at the top of a hundred-foot pole!"

  "This is over 100 meters!"

  "Heavens, no wonder Ning Feng was able to successfully cultivate the Sun Technique. It turns out that his physique is so compatible with the Sun God's Light, he's naturally gifted and destined to be a part of my Sun God Temple."

  For a moment, everyone in front of the temple who understood the meaning of "broken hundred feet" couldn't help but look at Ning Feng with shocked eyes as he raised his arm to signal.

  At this moment, their gazes were all different.

  Break through a hundred feet, as the name suggests, it is taken from the meaning of going further beyond the head of a hundred-foot pole.

  At the sixth level of Qi Gong practice, promoting Tai Yang method and displaying Tai Yang divine light, its limit is within 100 zhang (a unit of length), with a lethal range that cannot exceed 90 zhang. This is what is referred to as "100 feet" in the Hundred Feet Pole Head.

  This is a convention, it's normal, and in the eyes of the cultivators in the Temple of the Sun God, it's even common sense.

  If it weren't for this, even if it's difficult and unbearable, Wushan wouldn't remain in a state of untriggered mountain pattern at 110 zhang away. He wouldn't think of waiting until entering the hundred zhang or even ninety zhang to speak.

  What he didn't understand was that the word "exception" was created for situations like this.

  In this world, there are always some people and things that cannot be explained by common sense.

  This situation cannot be discussed with ordinary reasoning. It can break through the limits that people call extreme. That is: the top of a hundred-foot pole. Further breaking through the hundred feet.

  "How close should Ning Feng's body be to the Sun God?"

  "Was he practicing Falun Gong in his mother's womb, and did he temper all the meridians in his body to conform to the Great Law, becoming incredibly resilient?"

  "How can his spirit endure the tyrannical stimulation of Taiyang's law, is it because of the accumulation of stones from Zhushan?"

  “……”

  All the miscellaneous thoughts eventually settled down to one conclusion: Ning Feng's innate talent in Taiyang Law is stunning and unparalleled, due to his natural adaptability to the divine light of Taiyang, he can break through limits. Withstanding even greater power, thus resulting in this "Breaking Hundred Feet" situation.

  This is the only conclusion they can draw.

  Only Ning Feng knew that things weren't like that in reality.

  "Nine deaths and still persevering, traversing the great river, nine deaths without regret, tempering the spirit."

  "Countless times guided by divine light, a hundredfold more than others' endurance and recovery, tempered the meridians."

  "The scenery is infinite and gathers golden water, one day willing to cast the bones of the sun."

  “……”

  Ning Feng took a deep breath and deeply felt "broken hundred feet". The extra ten zhang, twenty zhang in it. Every inch of distance was shed with blood and sweat.

  "I... I... I lost."

  Wu Shan finally came back to his senses, feeling both regret and resignation as he conceded defeat.

  This is not just an information asymmetry, nor is it just a negligence, but more of his inadequate cultivation that cannot support the weight of the mountain for too long.

  The mountain pattern is on the body, at this stage, no one can break it.

  He conceded defeat with a nod of his head towards Ning Feng and turned to leave.

  Just stepped out of the edge of the platform, a flash of light, and Wushan reappeared at this time already under the stage.

  After this moment, Xiao Bi will have nothing to do with him, and he will watch Ning Feng and others perform intense battles as a spectator.

  "The First Victory!"

  Ning Feng smiled slightly, and what he was more satisfied with was that his trump card had not been revealed, and could still be used to deal with...

  "Them!"

  The two people stood up without even looking at each other.

  One of them is Tian Xingfeng: Zeng Zuimei!

  They exist among these three outstanding and four extraordinary people, which is his greatest opponent this time.

  "Not bad!"

  Ning Feng took a step forward and was sent away by the divine light transmission.

  One battle after another took place on the same platform after he left, but in terms of attracting people and showing off, they couldn't compare to Ning Feng's "Breaking a Hundred Feet" move, which drew everyone's attention.

  On stage, one fierce battle after another, in between, countless times, many people, either out of curiosity or admiration, glanced towards the direction where Ning Feng was.

  There were reversals, crushing, and evenly matched forces, but ultimately nothing too unexpected.

  The second round of small comparison is about to begin.

  After fifteen battles, fifteen people were left.

  In this case, there will inevitably be one person left out.

  It wasn't until now that Ning Feng discovered a fun thing - the empty seat was actually

  Chen Ximiao

  "Isn't it too obvious what you're trying to do?"

  A gust of wind suddenly subsided.

  Even with several people in between, he still clearly heard his own master let out a cold hum filled with disdain.

  Ning Feng completely believed that it was not just him, but also Shen Buyi, the true person in charge of the Temple of Gods, who had clearly heard everything. Otherwise, why wouldn't he have naturally turned his body?

  "Mind your own business, after all, it's a fight to be won."

  "This time my opponent is..."

  Ning Feng's gaze shifted and fell onto his opponent in this match.

  One of the Three Heroes of this generation, Tian Xing Peak: Zeng Zui Mo.

  "Zeng Zui Mo, the personally transmitted disciple of Tian Xing Feng's generation, entered the 9th method and 13th transformation, the sixth orthodox method: Heavenly Fire Overwhelming Sun Wind."

  "It is said that Zeng Xun was extremely favored by Tian Xingzi, even though they had a big fight in the past, it was just a minor punishment, and now he has been rewarded with precious treasures: Luo Tian's Wings."

  "The Sixth Righteous Law of the Sun, with Luo Tian's Wings, was once known as the fastest among his peers in this generation."

  Ning Feng's mind flashed with the information he had obtained from Shu Bailin about Zeng Zui Mo, and he shook his head, sighing somewhat helplessly: "It seems it won't be easy to deal with him."

  Only he could hear his own voice, and before it had even faded away, a ray of divine sunlight descended, and Ning Feng once again stood atop the high platform.

  This time's opponent is one of San Ying, Xiao Bi's big hot favorite:

  Tian Xing Peak, once drunk with ink.