Master Head of the Dragon Soul

Chapter 152

Chen Song’s axe was made of a hard metal alloy and it could even split open boulders. However, it was filled with cracks in an instant, followed by a crisp, shattering sound. It was disintegrated into fragments of metal instantly.

At the same time, a gust of powerful Inner Energy struck Chen Song in his chest like a freight train and flowed through his entire body. Chen Song’s tendons and bones shattered at that moment and he was sent flying 20 feet backward like a cannonball as he viciously slammed to the ground.

His bones were completely shattered and with a groan, he vomited blood out. He was crippled in an instant!

The entire arena fell into a deep silence.

“T-This—”

Ma Sanyuan, the gang leaders, Yun Muyu and the rest of the people were all in shock and they had a look of excitement on their faces.

Even Murong Cang had been defeated by Chen Song, but Chu Feng had crippled Chen Song with just a single flick of his finger.

Chu Feng had such a formidable skill indeed.

“Awesome, what a great fight! Haha, you have earned my respect!” Pesky Bear was the one who despised Chu Feng the most in the beginning, but he was now the first to stand up and clap for Chu Feng. He had a look of respect and excitement on his face.

He had admiration and respect for those who were formidable.

“I-Is Chen Song really a sixth-class martial artist? Why did he seem so weak like a kitten, when facing this kid?” Murong Cang was also in astonishment and he could not believe his eyes. He was no match for Chen Song but Chu Feng had just crippled Chen Song with one technique. He was just in awe. “Each age will bring forth a new genius to this noble land. I must be getting really old.”

Murong Cang let out a sigh and could not help but to remember just a while ago, he had been boasting about himself. He was so full of himself being a senior and was even blowing his own trumpet in front of Chu Feng, asking Chu Feng to learn from him. Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.

At this moment, he felt so awkward and regretful. His face had turned red and he was embarrassed of himself. If only there was a hole he could burrow and hide into...

Meanwhile, Chu Feng just flung his sleeves calmly in the ring. He was still very composed as if what he had just done required no effort at all.

He stared at Master Wu calmly and his brows were drawn slightly together; he could feel a spiteful aura coming from Master Wu.

“How was this possible? How could this kid be so powerful?”

Even Zhou Zhenghao quickly got to his feet; he was so shocked that he dropped his cigar.

A match that was supposed to be an easy win suddenly had a turn of events and he started to become anxious.

“Mr. Zhou, there is nothing to worry about. As long as I’m here, they won't be able to lay a hand on you.” The frail, old man, Master Wu, who had been conserving his energy with his eyes closed all these while, finally opened his eyes.

He had a piercing gaze as he cracked a smile, looking like an evil demon with his gaunt face. He stared at Chu Feng and said, “Who would expect a small place like Jiangling to have an expert like

you? This is a pleasant surprise indeed. Heh, I have not fought with all my might for nearly 20 years. It is your honor to be able to experience my supernormal powers today.”

As soon as he finished talking, his frail figure headed to the corner of the ring. He stood in front of Chen Song who was paralyzed on the ground and grabbed Chen Song up with his delicate arm.

“D-Don’t, please, I beg you, master—” All of a sudden, Chen Song came to his realization about what was going to happen next and his face turned pale. He let out a shriek and started to struggle with all his might.

Master Wu did not pause and just cracked a smile, exposing his two rows of razor-sharp teeth.

After that, he broke Chen Song’s neck with one bite.

“Ah!”

The pathetic sound of his scream resounded through everyone’s heart and Chu Feng knitted his brows; it sent chills down Ma Sanyuan and the other gang leaders’ spines.

“H-He is sucking Chen Song’s blood?”

Chen Song struggled for about 10 seconds before taking his last breath. On the other hand, Master Wu just wiped away the blood that stained the corner of his mouth and let out a roar.

Crack! The bones in his body seemed as though they had just regained vitality as they started expanding; even his muscles and skin were like an inflating balloon, growing at a rapid pace.

Everyone could see with their naked eyes that Master Wu had grown from a frail, old man that was less than five feet tall to a brawny, muscular man that was six feet tall; he was now half a head taller than Chu Feng.

Nevertheless, his face was still filled with wrinkles and he was reeking of the stench of blood; he looked just like an evil ghost from Hell.

“Heh, whoever that has witnessed my supernormal power has to die. Pay your respects to me, the great Lord, with your blood!”