“Impossible, this can’t be!”
“Damn you, you beast, you deserve to die!!!”
Nangong Yifan roared in fury, charging toward Chu Feng. But as his chess power drained, he grew weaker. In the end, he lacked even the strength to run, collapsing to the ground with a thud.
“This…”
At that moment, the All-Heaven Star Domain youths stood frozen, as if turned to wood.
They couldn’t accept the scene before them.
The lofty, invincible Nangong Yifan now lay helplessly on the ground.
Despite his overwhelming power and dominance in the chess array, he was no match for Chu Feng.
“Too incredible! This isn’t just chess power—it’s divine! My brother Chu Feng is practically a god ruling this array!” Kong Tianhui shouted.
“Truly remarkable. I thought he was a monster, but he’s surpassed that. As Kong Tianhui said, this is godlike,” Wuming Yuanzhi added, completely won over by Chu Feng. He shouted excitedly, lavishing praise without restraint.
It wasn’t just him and Kong Tianhui. Inside the array, Kong Ci, Xian Yun, Long Ning, and Wuming Xiongmo were thrilled, their eyes filled with admiration despite being peers.
Outside, the youths from Ancestral Martial Dragon City, Demon Clan Holy City, and Divine Body Royal City looked at Chu Feng not just with respect but with outright worship.
In stark contrast, the All-Heaven youths’ faces were grim.
Moments ago, they’d been smug, boasting and mocking others. Now, they were struck as if by a heavy blow, silent and dejected.
They had lost—utterly lost.
Though they refused to admit it and couldn’t accept it, the truth was undeniable.
“It’s over.”
*Whoosh—*
Chu Feng waved his sleeve, and a force swept through the array.
In the next moment, Nangong Yifan and the other youths inside the array were transported outside.
When they landed, Nangong Yifan was still sprawled on the ground.
Fortunately, the All-Heaven youths reacted quickly, helping him up, sparing the peerless genius and top talent of their star domain from further humiliation.
Then, Chu Feng and his group emerged from the array simultaneously.
They didn’t bother occupying the treasure grounds—victory was already decided, and seizing the third world’s grounds was unnecessary.
*Clamor—*
As Chu Feng and his group exited, the Ancestral Martial youths swarmed them, surrounding them tightly.
“Chu Feng, you’re incredible! Who’d have thought you were this strong? Even Nangong Yifan was powerless against you!”
“Brother Chu Feng, you hid it so well, pretending to be a newbie—and we all bought it! That’s not cool, man, not cool at all.”
“But I love your sneaky style. I absolutely love it.”
“What a thrill! If you hadn’t hidden your strength from the start, we wouldn’t have experienced such a heart-pounding rollercoaster. That was awesome!”
“Exactly, so satisfying! We finally turned the tables. Look at the All-Heaven guys’ faces now—I’m loving this, haha!”
The youths showered Chu Feng with praise, their earlier disdain replaced by hero worship.
“Don’t hype me up too much, or I’ll blush,” Chu Feng said with a cheeky grin.
“You, blush? Your face is thicker than my brother’s,” Kong Ci said, rolling her eyes. But then she added, “Seriously, though, how did you get this good? Don’t tell me you’ve been soaking in the Ancient Martial Chess array since you were a kid.”
“You might not believe me, but this was my first time in the array and my first encounter with Ancient Martial Chess,” Chu Feng said.
“Big Brother Chu Feng, are you saying today was your first time learning about Ancient Martial Chess, your first time seeing the *Qifa Powan Jun* manual, and you mastered its ultimate mystery and executed it perfectly on your first try?” Long Ning asked, blinking her big eyes.
“Yup,” Chu Feng nodded.
“Big Brother Chu Feng, guess if I believe you?” Long Ning asked, her innocent eyes fixed on him.
“I guess you do,” Chu Feng said.
“I don’t, haha!” Long Ning burst into laughter, then turned to Kong Ci. “Sister Kong Ci, do you believe him?”
“Of course not. This guy’s a bigger liar than my brother. Only a ghost would believe him,” Kong Ci said.
“Sister Xian Yun, do you believe him?” Long Ning asked Xian Yun.
Xian Yun smiled sweetly and gently shook her head.
“I believe, I believe! Brother Chu Feng, I believe you!” Kong Tianhui said earnestly.
“See, my brother Kong trusts me,” Chu Feng said, looking touched, as if about to hug Kong Tianhui.
But then Kong Tianhui spoke again: “Trust you, my foot! Chu Feng, you hid it deep. Fooling them is one thing, but even me? Still, I’m loving this, haha!”
“Wuming Xiongmo, you feeling good?” Kong Tianhui asked.
“Good,” Wuming Xiongmo nodded with a smile.
“Wuming Yuanzhi, you feeling good?” Kong Tianhui turned to Wuming Yuanzhi.
Unlike the reserved Wuming Xiongmo, Wuming Yuanzhi was far more expressive.
“Great!!!”
His roar was louder than thunder, shaking the void.
The already sullen All-Heaven youths, watching the jubilant Ancestral Martial crowd celebrating like it was a festival, clenched their fists, veins bulging with rage.
“Chu Feng!!!”
A piercing roar suddenly cut through.
The sound was so sharp that many youths covered their ears, wincing in pain.
It was Nangong Yifan.
“Brother Nangong, something up?” Chu Feng stepped out from the crowd, addressing him.
“Young Master Chu Feng, your chess power is astonishing. I, Nangong Yifan, am impressed,” Nangong Yifan said. “But chess is just a trivial game. No matter how skilled you are in the array, it’s meaningless. We are martial cultivators—martial power is our true pursuit. Since your chess power is so remarkable, your martial power must be extraordinary as well. I, Nangong Yifan, wish to test it.”
*Whoosh—*
With that, Nangong Yifan lunged forward, moving like a dragon toward Chu Feng.
This was no mere spar—he was clearly intent on forcing a fight!
