95. Severely Wounding Kazuo Anai

A mournful howl echoed as the violent clash unleashed its force—at the horizon, the black dragon emitted wails that weakened with each passing moment. Under the immense, luminous handprint, it gradually crumbled, dissolving into a furious tempest that swept in all directions, flattening the small hillside below.

A cry rang out. The aftershock from Chen Fengyun’s attack had not yet dissipated; after shattering Anjing Kazuo’s assault, it struck him mercilessly. Despite his efforts to block with his katana, Anjing Kazuo was hurled forcefully to the ground among the trees.

Coughing, Anjing Kazuo rose once more into the air. A trace of fear flickered in his gaze—he had not expected Chen Fengyun to withstand his full-powered strike, let alone inflict injury upon him with a counterattack.

“How dare you harm me? If I do not cut you down here today, I will leave this land in shame!” Anjing Kazuo’s eyes grew colder, his katana pointed at Chen Fengyun as he barked his threat.

“You old scoundrel, do you treat our vast homeland as nothing? I heard you invaded more than ten years ago, defeating numerous powerful warriors, only to be bested by a master. Yet you failed to learn your lesson—thinking your strength has grown, you now dare to rampage here again. Do you truly believe you can escape this time?”

Standing at the treetop, Chen Fengyun’s figure swayed with the breeze. Though clad in plain garments, to the surrounding martial artists, he appeared as a transcendent being.

“Kitagawa’s Water Severing Flow—”

Suddenly, Anjing Kazuo snorted, his aura surging once more. He was willing to burn his own life force to kill Chen Fengyun here, lest he grow into a future menace for his homeland.

With a roar, Anjing Kazuo soared upward, brandishing his katana in midair. Its blade flashed with terrifying energy, stirring the wind and clouds, forming a majestic arc that seemed capable of splitting the heavens, descending ruthlessly upon Chen Fengyun.

“So strong, so terrifying.” Gu Qingyuan’s face turned pale, shaken to his core even as a mere spectator.

“A peak strike—this must be the full power of a grandmaster. Can Chen Fengyun withstand it?” Bai Longtu was astonished; the overwhelming blade light seemed to sever thought itself, leaving him momentarily stunned.

“It shouldn’t be a problem. Mr. Chen’s previous move was even more powerful, yet he handled it with effortless grace, as if swatting a fly. I believe he can answer Anjing Kazuo’s attack.”

Zhang Lianchun gazed into the distance, his expression growing grave yet tinged with excitement. He murmured, though his tone betrayed some uncertainty.

“Incredible! Can martial artists truly wield such power?” Many on the ground exclaimed in awe.

“One day, I will achieve such strength.” Others, like Tan Ying, had eyes that shone with longing for power.

“Are they even human? Could they be the legendary immortals?” Ordinary people—whether under Qin Tianxiong’s command or brought by Gu Changlin as police officers—watched in bewildered terror.

“This is too frightening, too formidable! Such strength rivals the deterrent power of nuclear weapons.”

Not far from Shuangxiong Manor, Zhu Danfeng had arrived with a squad of armed police, detectives, and special forces, detaining everyone at the manor’s gates.

“What’s happening today? Earlier, thunder rolled across the sky, black dragons and golden palms appeared—are we about to get a torrential storm? The fiery clouds look so beautiful right now.”

From farther away, people could only see indistinct shapes in the sky, hear the thunderous collisions, and ask questions in confusion.

Only Chen Fengyun knew the true might of Anjing Kazuo’s final, desperate attack—it nearly matched the power of a cultivator at the fourth stage of Qi training.

Yet, before him, Anjing Kazuo’s ultimate strike was nothing more than a joke, incapable of threatening, let alone harming him.

“Golden Bell Shield.”

Chen Fengyun called out in a cold, low voice. Instantly, a massive golden energy bell enveloped him, shielding his body. He pressed forward against Anjing Kazuo’s attack, surging upward to confront him.

“What kind of protective technique is this? Could it be the legendary Golden Bell Shield?” Gu Qingyuan cried out.

“Indeed, it is the legendary martial arts technique. But Mr. Chen is so young—his mastery of this art is simply astonishing.” Bai Longtu sighed in wonder.

“Either Mr. Chen is a prodigy, or he has been taught by a grandmaster or someone even greater. Otherwise, a grandmaster of such youth would be impossible.”

Zhang Lianchun drew a deep breath. He knew the strength of peak martial arts masters, most of whom, like Anjing Kazuo, were at least seventy or eighty years old—some even older.

Nevertheless, both Bai Longtu and Zhang Lianchun now addressed Chen Fengyun as Mr. Chen, no longer by name alone. In martial arts, respect is accorded to strength. Though young, Chen Fengyun’s power had earned universal reverence.

Boom—

Boom—

As everyone craned their necks to watch, a golden figure suddenly charged into the torrent of blade light, erupting with thunderous explosions. Waves of violent energy swept out in all directions, causing nearby ordinary people’s eardrums to bleed from the shock.

Only the three martial arts grandmasters watching from the treetops could barely discern what happened: Anjing Kazuo’s full-force attack was powerless against Chen Fengyun’s protective technique. Chen Fengyun broke through the onslaught, appearing before Anjing Kazuo and striking his chest with a palm.

A shrill scream burst forth. Having expended his energy twice, Anjing Kazuo was weak and defenseless. Chen Fengyun’s palm shattered several ribs, sending him crashing onto the hard rock below, blood gushing from his mouth.

Just then, several warriors from Anjing Kazuo’s homeland sprang from the darkness. Some rushed to his side, while others launched a barrage of hidden weapons at Chen Fengyun.

Shurikens, boomerangs, caltrops, steel needles—like a rainstorm, they shot from all directions. Even Chen Fengyun had not sensed so many ninja lurking nearby.