King of Nine Skies-Chapter 8 - 00:Netherwolf

Lin Feng's words made Jing Yun and the others stunned for a moment. They looked at Lin Feng in surprise and then saw him stride out with a very calm step.

"Lin Feng, this is not the time to show off your prowess," Jing Yun urged urgently. Although she had never witnessed Lin Feng's actual combat skills, the reputation of being a weakling that he had earned was already there. Even if Lin Feng were to make a concerted effort to improve his cultivation now, at best he could only match their current level of cultivation. But to contend with the eight-level demonic beast, the Baoyuan, that would be an impossible feat.

However, it seemed that it was too late. Seeing that this human dared to provoke him, the brute ape stomped its thick legs on the ground, causing the earth to tremble slightly. And its huge body rushed straight towards Lin Feng, like a mountain of flesh, shaking the earth and shaking the mountains.

What made Jingyun's heart race even more was that Lin Feng, seemingly oblivious to the might of an eighth-level demonic beast, charged forward directly and launched an attack recklessly.

Jing Yun seemed to have witnessed Lin Feng being trampled into a pulp of flesh and blood, and she was so shocked that she closed her eyes.

"Boom." The overwhelming waves crashed down. Jing Yun, who had closed her eyes, could clearly feel that the space shook slightly. Then she heard the shrill roar of the berserker ape again.

Opening his eyes, he saw that the brute ape was lying on its back three meters away. Lin Feng merely retreated behind it, his eyes shining brightly. It seemed that there was nothing wrong.

"How could this be?" Jingyun couldn't believe what she saw. After Lin Feng and the Beast of Fury collided, he was unharmed at all? Looking at Qingyi and Han Man, she saw that their eyes were also wide open. They had witnessed Lin Feng's one punch sending the Beast of Fury retreating. This kind of shock was pounding their brains.

This is an eighth-level demonic beast. Without an eight-thousand-li strength, it would be impossible to even dent the brute force of the Beast of Fury.

The young man behind, Jing Feng, was also stunned. How could this wretch have repelled the berserk ape?

"An eighth-level demonic beast. Indeed, it's tough and resilient." Lin Feng muttered to himself. Now his cultivation had stabilized at the seventh stage of the Qi-Wu realm. Coupled with the force of the Ninth Wave Fist being over 8,500 catties, and the essence of the Ninth Wave Fist lies in the overlapping of waves, with each wave being stronger than the previous one. Therefore, when the Ninth Wave Fist landed on the brute ape, the actual force should have been close to 9,000 catties. But at this moment, the brute ape stood up again, roaring wildly.

With a step, Lin Feng arrived in front of the roaring berserk ape. The Ninefold Wave crashed out again, and the berserk ape, with its wild and fierce nature and huge body, could not dodge it at all. It could only endure the impact with its body.

"Let's see you fight with your fists." Lin Feng didn't stop moving. With his left hand, he also threw a punch. A wave of spatial energy surged out, crushing everything in its path.

Jing Yun and the other two stood there in a daze. At this moment, Lin Feng was even more violent than the Beast Man. His fists were constantly swinging, and the Ninefold Wave followed him everywhere. Waves of overwhelming might and dazzling white color rose up in every direction within a radius of several hundred meters.

"Being able to perform the Nine-Flume Technique so skillfully and flawlessly, I think even the Inner Gate disciples wouldn't be able to do it as well as you. Are you just plain stupid, Lin Feng?" The green-clad one couldn't keep up with his thoughts. "Is Lin Feng just a waste of time?"

"Even when the fist blows ceaselessly, the waves keep surging on. I've heard that the ultimate secret of the Nine-Tier Wave Technique is no more than this. Lin Feng has an astonishing talent for martial arts." Jing Yun thoughtfully said.

"Monster." Han Man did a rather vulgar gesture of rubbing his face with his hands and said gloomily.

"Beep, beep..." The tremors of the space subsided. Lin Feng turned around and looked at the three of them. "Come and take the beast nucleus. I'm quite tired now."

"Oh." Han Man only then noticed that the brute ape had lain down motionless. He couldn't help but grimace and struggled hard to remove all the valuable things from the brute ape's body. This brute had such thick skin that it was almost impossible to break through his flesh even if he were dead. He really couldn't understand how Lin Feng, this pervert, managed to kill him.

"Haha, Lin Feng, with you around here, as long as we don't encounter a ninth-level monster beast, we can just stroll along without any trouble." Han Manzi wrapped the bag up and carried it on his shoulder, smiling cheerfully.

Lin Feng smiled slightly and said, "Let's keep going. Maybe we'll encounter some eighth-level demonic beasts again."

"It's just that I was lucky. I happened to run into a brute that would only take blows." A sharp voice came from behind. Jing Feng walked past the four people and headed straight ahead.

"Jing Feng, you... " The three of them, Jing Yun, Jing Hui and Jing Hui, all wore expressions of anger on their faces. This guy really knows how to say mean things.

The group of people continued to walk forward. The scenery that he had intended to show off ahead was still without encountering any monsters. This made him feel somewhat depressed.

"It seems something is amiss." Lin Feng murmured. Compared to other places, this forest seemed to be a bit too quiet.

"There's something not quite right." The three of the Blue Robe Monks slowed their pace. Soon, they saw that Jing Feng, who was leading the way, began to retreat.

When everyone turned their eyes to look, they saw a wolf appear in front of Jing Feng. It was a ghostly wolf with a terrifying and grotesque face.

Jing Yun covered her mouth with both hands, as if she had witnessed something terrifying. Her body trembled slightly.

"Ghost Wolf, a ninth-level demonic beast, the most cruel among ordinary demonic beasts. It likes to devour people bit by bit, but doesn't kill them outright before eating. " Qingyi's voice trembled slightly too. For those of us who entered the Black Wind Ridge, the Ghost Wolf is the one thing we least want to encounter. The Ghost Wolf is not only cruel but also incredibly fast. Even if one tries to escape, they can't do it.

"Trash! Let's team up. You attack with the Nine-Tier Wave Technique, and I'll take the opportunity to kill him." Jing Feng stepped back in quick succession, his gaze filled with seriousness. This was clearly addressed to Lin Feng.

Waste of time? You want me to block the attack while you wait for an opportunity to escape on your own?

Lin Feng sneered, "You can watch your comrades fall into danger. Do you think I would believe you?"

"You have no choice. Otherwise, everyone will die." Jing Feng continued to retreat, angrily saying.

"I don't think so. You haven't shown your hand yet, have you? Do you want to get something for free? I don't want to raise a useless person for nothing." Lin Feng sneered and returned all of Jing Feng's words to him.

Saying this, Lin Feng gave a glance to the three people beside him and began to retreat backward in a sideward direction.

Jing Yun and the other two also retreated. Facing the Ghost Wolf, they would only be sacrificing their lives if they went up there. Besides, the actions of Ji Qian Feng not long ago had chilled their hearts. They naturally wouldn't offer help.

"Very good." Jing Feng's eyes revealed a sinister hue. A sharp and piercing aura burst forth abruptly. A shadowy image of a sharp sword with brilliant light shining upon it appeared behind Jing Feng, soaring straight up to the heavens.

"Kaiwu Spirit."

Lin Feng was somewhat surprised. No wonder this guy is so arrogant. Among all the martial spirit types, the Sword Martial Spirit type is definitely one of the powerful ones. The owner of the Sword Martial Spirit type can become a Sword Practitioner, a Sword Master, skilled in offense, and can break through ten thousand barriers with a single sword strike.

It is precisely because of the power of swordsmanship that many people who do not possess sword spirit but are of martial spirit choose to learn sword techniques and aspire to become swordsmen. For instance, Qingyi, who is of wind martial spirit, excels in speed and has a light and agile swordsmanship.

The long sword was drawn out, and a streak of cold light shone out, piercing into one's eyes.

The ghost wolf let out a low growl and its body suddenly lunged forward. The sharp claws of the beast reflected a ghostly and cold light.

The sword, like a long rainbow, clashed with the cold and sharp claws, producing a sound of metal clashing with each other.

"Such sharp claws!" Lin Feng beside him murmured in astonishment. The ninth-level demon beast was truly extraordinary. The sharp claws could even collide with the sword. Moreover, the power of the Ghost Wolf directly pushed Jing Feng back by ten or so meters. A long gully even appeared on the ground, indicating that Jing Feng's feet had endured an extremely powerful force.

As soon as the sharp claws touched the ground, the figure of the Ghost Wolf shot up again, as fast as lightning, leaving Jing Feng no time to catch his breath.

Jing Feng's long sword danced, blocking the wind and rain. It seemed as if a layer of spider webs appeared before his eyes. But then, in the next moment, he noticed that the Yigeng Wolf had vanished right in front of him.

Up there!

Jing Feng felt a chill run down his spine. Without any hesitation, he raised his long sword high and let it fly out of his hand, his body retreating rapidly.

"Damn it!" Jing Yun cursed softly. Jing Feng was no match for the Ghost Wolf at all. He even threw away his sword, and the direction he fled was precisely the opposite of where they were retreating.

"I'll be dead and you won't be spared either." Jing Feng's face was twisted in a fierce expression as he charged towards the four of them crazily.

"Get out of the way!" The Ninth Wave roared out and charged at the opponent with great force.

" You... " Jing Feng's body was pushed back by the violent waves. Then, with a cry of pain, the sharp claws of the Ghost Wolf directly struck his back, spattering blood everywhere. Jing Feng's body fell to the ground.

"Seeking one's own doom." Lin Feng's face was cold. He would not attack others if they did not attack him first. But if others did attack him, he would surely retaliate.

"Ah!" The ghost wolf let out a mournful howl, sounding like the cries of ghosts and wolves. Its sharp claws trampled on Jing Feng who was lying on the ground. It didn't rush to kill Jing Feng. Instead, it fixed its cold gaze on Lin Feng and the others, sending shivers down their spines.

"Well, the Ghost Wolf doesn't kill when it inflicts wounds. He intends to torture us with cruel methods." Seeing that Qingyi was no match for Jing Feng, the Ghost Wolf, the young man felt even more fearful.

"What is the weakness of the Ghost Wolf?" Lin Feng suddenly asked.

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Qingyi looked at Lin Feng in surprise.

The Ghost Wolf is extremely fast and powerful in attack, but its defense is rather poor. Its throat is the most vulnerable part. However, it can defend itself well with its sharp claws. To attack it, one must be able to handle its sharp claws. Otherwise, it is impossible to strike at its throat. The forehead of the person wearing the green robe has already been sweating. Lin Feng's Ninefold Wave is a powerful and forceful attack, not light and agile. It is highly unlikely to avoid the Ghost Wolf's attack on its weak spot with such a powerful attack.