Chapter 659: Kill Song Ben!

The instant Song Ben's figure fully manifested from the void, his face was full of a ferocious smile.

His right palm was already brimming with force, dark teal true Qi coalesced into a ball in his palm, bearing destructive power enough to smash a huge stone into powder.

He had calculated that if this palm struck, Lin Yanqian's back heart would collapse entirely, her ribs would shatter into fragments, and that still‑beating heart would cease outright in the aftershock of his palm force.

She died, everything was over.

This palm, he would not miss again.

Qiao Zhenyu's voice burst from the Stand, shouting urgently.

"Junior Sister Lin! Be careful!"

He stood, clenching his fist, his face pale, wanting to rush forward but it was already too late.

Song Ben's speed was too fast; from appearing to striking took no more than a breath, even if he acted personally it was still too late to block.

Chi Tian Yi Lang stood at the edge of the Arena, the cold smile at the corner of his mouth already stretching to his ears.

His eyes stared fixedly at the figure on the Arena that was about to be smashed by a palm, the suppressed frustration in his heart finally released.

Originally I was still worried that Song Ben would be delayed by beauty, but now it seems that the warriors of the Great Ying Empire have no women in their eyes, and their hearts are naturally invincible.

He seemed to have already seen Lin Yanqian, that delicate flower, being torn to pieces by their Ying Kingdom warriors, and saw the last hope of Tianzhou Martial Arts completely collapse beneath their feet.

Crush Tianzhou with a powerful martial way, crush the entire Xia Kingdom martial way, and let them know that the Ying Kingdom is forever unbeatable!

Only one person's face showed no sign of tension.

Jiang Feng sat in the frontmost seat of the Stand, posture casual, gaze calm, as if watching a performance unrelated to himself.

That palm was now less than a foot away from Lin Yanqian's back heart.

The dark teal true Qi could already feel the tremor of her garment's hem, and the fine stone dust was blown by the palm wind, scattering everywhere.

In that instant, Lin Yanqian's eyes opened.

Her gaze was bright and clear, without the slightest panic or fear, only a kind of transparent calm as if after long sedimentation she finally understood something.

Her mouth corner lifted slightly, revealing a faint smile, her voice carrying a sense of relief as if she finally understood everything.

"Master, I have comprehended."

When those four words reached Jiang Feng's ears, the smile at the corner of his mouth became a bit more genuine.

This girl really didn't disappoint herself.

On the Arena, purple radiance instantly blossomed.

The lights surged from within Lin Yanqian's body, like a spring long suppressed finally finding an outlet, gushing out with a splash.

Purple light spread from her dantian, traveling along the meridians to all limbs and bones, then pierced her skin, forming around her a thin, veil‑like halo.

A powerful force instantly poured into the entire Arena.

The shattered Green Stone Slab were struck by this force, fragments and dust lifted by an invisible wind, scattering outward.

The cracks on the Arena caused by Song Ben's palm force widened further under this impact, and the whole Arena trembled slightly.

Chi Tian Yi Lang was the first to react.

The smile on his face froze completely the instant he saw that purple radiance, his eyes bulging round, his voice forced from deep in his throat, carrying a panic and loss of composure he had never known.

"This... is this... a Pre‑Heaven breakthrough?"

His voice trembled, his finger pointing toward the Arena, his posture shifting from the earlier smugness to an extremely ugly ferocity.

"Damn! This girl actually can perform a Battlefield Breakthrough! Song Ben! Quickly! Kill her!"

Song Ben was also startled by that purple radiance.

His palm was less than a foot from Lin Yanqian's back heart; he had thought this strike would be flawless, but the sudden force gave his movement a brief pause.

He heard Chi Tian Yi Lang's roar, snapped back to his senses, clenched his teeth, and the palm lifted into midair accelerated again, striking fiercely toward Lin Yanqian's back heart.

But he was a step slower.

The purple light flashed, and Lin Yanqian's figure vanished from its spot.

Her form turned into a vague afterimage within the purple light, moving so fast the naked eye could not capture it, leaving not even a trace of breath.

Song Ben's palm struck empty air, fragments scattering, dust billowing, but his target was already gone.

He spun sharply, his pupils contracting rapidly, trying to relock onto that woman's position.

But before he could fully turn, a strong sense of danger exploded from his chest, the icy, sharp premonition of death making his hair stand on end.

Yet he couldn't dodge in time.

A palm lightly brushed his chest.

Song Ben felt as if something gently pressed his chest, like someone patting his shoulder to tell him to look back.

But the next second, an unstoppable force erupted from that gentle palm, like the first surge of a mountain flood, or the torrent after a dam burst.

Song Ben's eyes widened sharply.

His body, like a kite with its line cut, flew out of the Arena, tracing an arc in the air, spitting a large mouthful of dark red blood that, in the sunlight, spread into a vivid blood flower.

His body crashed heavily onto the Green Stone ground outside the Arena, then lay on his back, motionless.

His eyes remained open, pupils already dilated.

That face still bore the last moment's disbelief and bewilderment, as if a person died without ever understanding how they lost.

The Training Ground was dead silent.

The warriors watching the Arena gaped, eyes wide, looking at the young woman standing in the purple radiance on the Arena, then glancing at the motionless Song Ben lying outside the Arena, their minds a blank.

Lu Zhanlian's lips trembled several times before he managed to squeeze out an indistinct sentence from his throat.

"This... is this... Victory?"

Chi Tian Yi Lang stood at the edge of the Arena, his complexion iron‑blue, the knuckles gripping the rail turned white, his whole body frozen as if nailed by something.

He stared fixedly at Lin Yanqian, then glanced at the motionless Song Ben lying afar, his lips moving as if to speak, but not a single word could be uttered.

Intense anger made him want to strike and kill Lin Yanqian outright.

But in almost an instant, he felt Qiao Zhenyu's Qi Mechanism Lock on him, preventing him from moving lightly or rashly!

Above the Arena, the purple light was slowly converging.

Those halos, like the tide receding, gradually vanished from her body surface, yet her aura became incomparably thicker than before, countless times more.

Jiang Feng looked at her, gave a slight nod, then rose slowly, slipped both hands back into his pockets, his voice was low, but in the quiet Training Ground it was clear enough, Clarity.

"Fine."

Lin Yanqian Standing on the Arena, hearing those two words, the Mouth corner's Laughter grew wider.

She turned and Jumping down from the Arena, quick steps followed, the purple hem traced a light arc in the sunlight.

Qiao Zhenyu was extremely happy, and spoke to Chi Tian Yi Lang.

"How's it, Chi Tian Yi Lang? First battle, we count it as Victory, right?"