Exploring Immortality Cultivation-Chapter 381 - 134: Every Magic Master Has the Heart of a Frenzy Fighter

Self-organizing negative entropy against the Casimir effect.

Vitality against vacuum fluctuations.

This was a duel of infinite mana against infinite mana.

In this confrontation, the so-called principle that "one force reduces ten sessions" turned into a joke—martial skills, Daoist arts, tactics, first moves, and momentum all became laughable.

The only thing that could dominate this battle was pure violence.

"Ha!"

Chen Feng stepped forward, punching. The mana blocks, condensed to their limits, burst from Chen Feng's fist like solid rocks.

Just as Wang Qi had once used the Holy Light as a "Magic Range Increase," Chen Feng, as a True Inheritor of Tianling Ridge, had an even closer mastery of the Life Flame. Each spell he launched was as if it had its own "life," not dissipating automatically but growing ever stronger. The punch wind, which should have spread out and vanished after leaving the fist, was forcibly gathered by the effect of the Life Flame and wrapped around the mana block launched from the punch, charging toward Ran Yingwei. The solidified mana block tore through the air, heavy strikes landing on Ran Yingwei's butterfly group amidst the wailing of the wind!

As Chen Feng's mana was more inclined toward the soul and spirit, if this punch were to hit, Ran Yingwei would undoubtedly suffer a dual grind, physical and spiritual, completely losing his combat ability.

But that's if it hit.

Faced with this terrifying strike, Ran Yingwei's butterfly group concentrated in front of him, emitting a hazy glow. The extremely solid punch force became chaotic upon entering the butterfly group and collapsed on its own.

"The soul is a special spirit energy field, and it manifests in the form of electromagnetic force," Ran Yingwei laughed heartily. "The scales of the Flow Control Mechanism Butterflies are specially treated mirrors capable of reflecting most wavelengths of electromagnetic waves—and your mana is exactly within this range! You can't hurt me!"

Electromagnetic force is one of the four fundamental forces, and over ninety-nine percent of the natural phenomena humans can perceive are caused by electromagnetic force changes. Magic Masters also base their arts on nature, and thus, a similar proportion of their spells fundamentally depend on electromagnetic force changes. The wings of the Mechanical Butterflies can emit most spectral bands of electromagnetic waves, thus having a disruptive effect on more than half of that ninety-nine percent of the spells.

Not only that, the anomaly in the Dirac Sea can cause distortions in the space-time metric, and the seemingly ubiquitous Taiyu Skill and Cosmic Light Skill from the Wanfa Sect and Guiyi Alliance can also be diminished by this group of butterflies.

This swarm of butterflies was the best defense!

Each flutter of butterfly wings generated a strand of spiritual energy out of nothing around Ran Yingwei. This thread of spiritual energy then entwined around Ran Yingwei's fingers and transformed into Sword Qi.

Finger Sword, Sky Severing.

It wasn't particularly profound swordsmanship but a reconstruction of an Ancient Method Swordsmanship by a Liuyun Sect predecessor. It didn't integrate any complex fluid mechanics—a mere game creation exchangeable for only ten merit points, no different from free.

But even such a cheap swordsmanship, with an inexhaustible infusion of mana, was able to produce an attack with the feel of a divine weapon.

A Qi Blade as long as five zhang extended from Ran Yingwei's fingers, tearing through the air and slashing fiercely.

Then, everyone heard a thunderous boom.

The long sword blade didn't hit Chen Feng. With the empowerment of the Life Flame, his physical strength had been enhanced to an unbelievable extent. To observers from Jiexiu City like Ran Yingwei and Chen Youjia, he left only an afterimage, while to Foundation Establishment Cultivators like Wang Qi, he had completely vanished!

The flapping frequency of the butterfly group began to accelerate, and the dense spiritual energy between them became even thicker. A spontaneously formed defensive Gang Qi emerged as the power that came from nothing reached a limit.

And then it collided fiercely with Chen Feng's fist.

Chen Feng ran around the area a few times, gathering acceleration for his charge. His attack followed the most basic physics equation, F=ma, and resulted in an unbelievable effect. Ran Yingwei felt like he was stuck in an industrial press used for making special materials, being brutally crushed by a relentless machine. Chen Feng, on the other hand, felt as if his punch had landed on a swamp, his punch landing on the target but the force completely dissipated!

Chen Feng leveraged the force to retreat, then ran, accelerated, and punched again.

Boom.

This punch was even more powerful than the last!

Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom...

Fistbutterflies, mana clashing with mana, continued incessantly.

The mana scattered from both sides whipped up tsunami-like waves of spiritual energy. A howling gale made it impossible to open one's eyes, and everyone felt the oncoming force; those with weaker mana couldn't stand firm, being pushed backward repeatedly.

"Crack... crack..."

An enamel-souring noise suddenly erupted. Initially intermittent, it eventually burst forth like popping beans.

Then, the continuous bursting of power commenced, and the ground, as if ravaged by a construction crew, became shattered beyond recognition.

Elder Xiao's face turned pale with shock, "This is... the ground of the practice field can't withstand their residual waves! But how is this possible... Even a Golden Core powerhouse punching the ground might not be able to break it!"

Bolstered by the Life Flame and Daoyi Power, the combatants squandered their full reserve of mana with every strike. The mana emptied with each punch was forcefully replenished in the next instant. Since they treated full-force strikes as standard attacks, these two, although merely at Foundation Establishment, exhibited strength on par with Core Formation!

Is this really a battle between an illusionist and a magic master!? Even the purest body refining cultivator wouldn't be this brutal!

The first to falter was Ran Yingwei. Handling the Flow Control Mechanism and controlling the creation of spiritual energy from nothing was extremely taxing on his cognitive abilities, and even his dual cultivation of the Yao Ding Calculating Scripture couldn't keep up. As his head began to ache, the power of his Mechanical Butterflies grew disorganized.

Chen Feng didn't miss this opportunity, stepped forward, and launched a punch!

Boom!

A thunderous sound as white mana tinged with Life Flame instantly filled the gaps between the butterflies. Chen Feng no longer retreated to gather strength but immediately followed with a second punch.

Boom!

The defense of the butterfly group was torn open!

For the first time, Ran Yingwei locked eyes with Chen Feng, whose gaze burned with that White Flame of the strategist. In that instant, he saw the madness in his opponent's eyes.

And the madness within his own.

He remembered the peerless silhouette, fire ignited, and Anger Fire filled his chest.

"Die!"

Under the astonished gazes of many, he detonated all of his Flow Control Mechanisms!

With a massive explosion, Chen Feng was blasted backward, his battered body hitting the sharply edged rocks twice before collapsing powerlessly to the ground.

"That's all you've got?" Ran Yingwei murmured. He too suffered from the blowback of the explosion, a mouthful of blood spilling over his lips. Noticing the resentful glares from Wang Qi and Chen Youjia, he straightened up and announced loudly, "That's all, huh! Hahahaha!"

He made his way back to his own ranks, step by step. The way everyone looked at him changed; he was now the genius who had beaten the Yangshen Pavilion's top prodigy, even Suo Wenhong regarded him with a look of respect...

"That's all you've got," at that moment, a sharp weapon pressed against his lower back. Ran Yingwei trembled and then turned around.

There were no resentful glares, and Chen Feng's body was nowhere to be seen.

Illusion...

Chen Feng, his face entwined with White Flame, interrupted Ran Yingwei's thoughts. He scoffed, repeating, "That's all you've got."