Chapter 362: Shocking the World! One Person Directly Faces Ten Emperor Ranks! Emperor Rank

Chapter 362: Shocking the World! One Man Confronts Ten Emperors! The Emperors Bleed!

Martial Combat Mountain, Trial Space.

When the figure of "Vanguard" was transported here by a beam of white light, the environment he found himself in was vastly different from the seven million, nine hundred ninety-nine thousand, nine hundred ninety-nine battles he had previously endured.

There were no simulated starfields, no mountains or rivers constructed of laws, and certainly no bloodthirsty, rampaging energy beasts.

Here, there was only a pure, boundless "white."

Beneath his feet lay a floor of white jade, warm as grease yet indestructible. Above, a white firmament stretched out, devoid of sun, moon, or stars, yet radiating a soft, uniform glow.

At the edge of his vision, there was nothing but an endless, infinite whiteness.

The entire space was vacant and silent, as if it were a dojo forgotten by time.

In the center of this pristine world stood a figure in quiet repose.

It was a humanoid phantom.

Composed entirely of the purest light, its features were indiscernible, its gender impossible to distinguish.

It stood at the same height as Qin Feng, its physique perfectly proportioned, radiating no earth-shattering pressure, nor wielding any divine weapon.

It stood there so quietly, yet it naturally became the sole anchor of this white world.

As if it had existed here since the very dawn of the universe.

It was the rule of this place.

It was the ultimate incarnation of the concept of "combat."

Within Qin Feng's mechanical eyes, massive streams of data cascaded like waterfalls.

[Target Locked: Final Trial Phantom - Combat]

[Energy Level: Early-stage Emperor-Sealing]

[Law Analysis: Unknown high-level law fluctuations detected; suspected to be the origin aura of the cosmic wonder "Combat"... Analysis failed...]

[Threat Level: Extremely Lethal]

"It’s here."

Qin Feng whispered to himself.

He could feel that the phantom before him was fundamentally different from every enemy he had faced in the past.

It possessed no life, no soul, no emotion, and not even an independent will.

It was merely a "program," an ultimate script written by the Master of Martial Combat himself to interpret the path of "combat."

The moment Qin Feng appeared, the phantom of light moved.

No opening stance, no accumulation of energy; its movement was simplicity pushed to the extreme—it stepped forward and threw a punch.

Yet, this simple action stirred up a monstrous tempest in Qin Feng's perception.

In that instant, every rule of this white space seemed to serve that single strike.

Before the phantom's fist could even make contact, Qin Feng felt the space around him thicken like a quagmire; the flow of time suffered an imperceptible disorder, and even the circulation of energy within his body grew sluggish under the pressure of an invisible "momentum."

This punch sealed every possibility of evasion.

This punch calculated every angle of counter-attack.

This punch contained an absolute tyranny that declared, "You have no choice but to face me head-on."

This was a fraction of the power of the cosmic wonder "Combat"—the ability to dictate the most favorable rules within the domain of battle!

Qin Feng’s gaze sharpened. Over ninety thousand years of tempering had left his heart as still as water in the face of such overwhelming force.

He, too, eschewed flashy movements. His mechanical right arm clenched into a fist, the patterns of the [Limit Array] surged across his skin, and the Dao seal of the [Primal Furnace] roared at his core as he met the blow.

"BOOM!!!"

When the fists collided, there was no expected explosion of energy shockwaves.

A bizarre, star-shattering force bypassed Qin Feng’s knuckles with surgical precision, acting directly upon the core energy conduction circuits within his mechanical arm.

"Crack—"

With a faint, crisp sound, the right arm that could withstand Emperor-level artifacts was forced to yield, a visible crack appearing under the impact!

Thirty percent of the arm's energy supply was severed in an instant!

The phantom of light, however, merely retreated half a step before stabilizing, its radiance undimmed.

In their first exchange, Qin Feng had suffered a significant disadvantage.

"Such powerful combat intuition... or rather, 'combat instinct'."

Qin Feng made his judgment in an instant.

The phantom's attack was not a mere crushing of strength.

At the moment of impact, it had identified the weak nodes in the energy flow of Qin Feng's mechanical body and poured all its force into that exact point.

It was not fighting "Vanguard"; it was fighting the "construction" of this mechanical body.

Before Qin Feng could catch his breath, the phantom’s attacks followed like a torrential storm.

Fists, feet, elbows, knees...

Every part of its body had become a lethal weapon.

Every strike was concise to the point of perfection, like a textbook maneuver, leaving no opening for a counter-attack.

More terrifyingly, as the battle continued, Qin Feng felt the "rules" of the space tilting further in the opponent's favor.

Every time he threw a punch, he felt the air resistance increase several times over.

Every time he moved, he felt the spatial coordinates shifting in subtle, disadvantageous ways.

Every time he mobilized energy, he felt a slight delay in the response of the laws.

Though these effects were minor, in a battle of this caliber, they accumulated into a fatal disadvantage.

Qin Feng was suppressed.

Completely, comprehensively suppressed.

He was like a giant with bound limbs fighting a champion pugilist who mastered every technique and could rewrite the rules of the ring at will. He possessed the strength, yet was constrained at every turn, fighting in utter frustration.

"Bang!"

Another heavy blow; the phantom’s knee struck the energy core in Qin Feng’s chest with pinpoint accuracy. A violent tremor caused "Vanguard" to shudder, sending him flying tens of thousands of meters before he could barely stabilize.

A clear indentation had appeared on the armor of his chest.

"So this is the power of 'Combat'... turning the act of fighting itself into one's own domain and authority."

Far from being discouraged, the data streams in Qin Feng’s mechanical eyes flickered with even greater intensity.

"Conventional combat methods cannot win."

"Its understanding of 'combat' is etched into the very level of the laws."

"To break this deadlock, I cannot play by the 'rules' it has set."

"Then... I have no choice but to... overwrite its rules with my own!"

Qin Feng’s consciousness ascended to its absolute zenith in that heartbeat.

The vast, oceanic legacy of Venerable Yaoguang, deep within his soul, ignited like a star chart suddenly brought to life, radiating a brilliance never before witnessed.

"All things possess 'vibrations,' and the laws are no exception."

"The authority of [Combat] is, at its core, a unique 'vibrational frequency' used to resonate with the laws of battle."

"If I can decode its frequency, I can initiate a 'counter-resonance' to interfere with it, or even... strip it away!"

In the next instant, Qin Feng’s combat style underwent a cataclysmic transformation.

He abandoned all offensive maneuvers, shifting entirely into a posture of pure defense.

The light of the [Limitless Array] ceased to be a sharp, singular point of focus, instead manifesting as layers of resilient, rippling defensive veils, much like the surface of water.

Every strike from the phantom of light, upon landing on these veils, was refracted and dampened a billion times over; though it still sent tremors through Qin Feng, it could no longer inflict the structural damage that had once been so effortless.

Simultaneously, Qin Feng’s eyes dissolved into two profound, endlessly rotating vortices of data.

He was reading with a frantic intensity!

Reading every trajectory of the phantom’s strikes!

Reading every spatial distortion it commanded!

Reading every "vibration" of the laws it summoned!

The computational load was immense, enough to incinerate the soul core of an ordinary Sovereign-tier entity in a fraction of a second.

Yet, Qin Feng endured.

With a soul of "pure black quality" forged by the [Primordial Singularity] and the supreme wisdom bestowed by Venerable Yaoguang’s legacy, he forcibly began to capture the fleeting, fundamental frequency of [Combat] amidst the tempest of his opponent’s onslaught!

One stick of incense.

One quarter of an hour.

One hour.

Qin Feng’s body was a map of scars, with sparks of leaking energy erupting from multiple joints.

But the data vortices in his eyes burned ever brighter.

Finally...

"Found it!"

The moment he locked onto the complete vibrational frequency, the entire tide of battle reversed!

"Hum—"

A mysterious vibration emanated from Qin Feng’s own body.

Centered on a novel operating mode of the [Primordial Furnace] array, this vibration precisely simulated an "anti-resonance" frequency, the exact polar opposite of the Law of [Combat]!

The instant this vibration rippled outward, the phantom of light faltered, its movements seizing for a heartbeat.

Its flawless rhythm of attack suffered its first fracture.

Its vaunted ability to "modify rules" had failed!

The viscous space returned to normal.

The chaotic flow of time regained its stability.

The sluggish laws flowed freely once more.

"Now, we stand... on the same starting line."

Qin Feng’s voice, cold and calm, echoed through the pure white void.

He moved.

The fury and fighting spirit he had suppressed for so long erupted in a single, devastating release!

He no longer defended; he unleashed a thunderous counter-offensive.

His fists, his legs, every strike he delivered carried the terrifying, billion-fold amplified power of the [Limitless Array].

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The roles of attacker and defender shifted in an instant!

This time, it was the phantom of light that was forced into a desperate retreat.

Deprived of its rule-based supremacy, while it still possessed the energy levels of a nascent Sovereign and perfect combat technique, it was no longer invincible before Qin Feng—a "monster" forged through ninety thousand years of refinement.

The two figures became two streaks of light entangled in the white void, locked in the most primal, brutal form of close-quarters combat.

Every collision sent violent ripples through the fabric of space.

The phantom of light began to shed its radiance.

Meanwhile, the cracks in Qin Feng’s mechanical frame continued to multiply.

This was the ultimate duel of will and foundation!

Finally, following a cataclysmic collision, both combatants were sent hurtling backward.

The light surrounding the phantom had dimmed by nearly half.

Qin Feng’s "Vanguard" avatar was in an even more wretched state; his left arm was severed at the shoulder, and his torso was webbed with fractures, threatening to disintegrate at any moment.

"This ends here."

Qin Feng looked at the distant phantom and slowly raised his only remaining hand.

His intact metallic index finger aimed directly at its core.

At the tip of his finger, a sliver of "darkness"—purer than the white void, deeper than the infinite nothingness—began to coalesce. It was not a color, but a "conceptual" black.

A terminal annihilation originating from the [Primordial Singularity], capable of consuming all and erasing everything.

[Limitless Divine Light: Sovereign-tier Secret Art]!

The phantom of light sensed an unprecedented, existential threat to its very being.

It let out a silent roar, condensing all its remaining power into its right fist, manifesting a white beam of light so brilliant it seemed intent on shattering the entire space, and blasted it toward Qin Feng.

This was its final, most powerful strike!

Yet, facing this world-ending blow,

Qin Feng simply, gently, tapped that sliver of "black" forward.

No sound.

No collision.

No annihilation of energy.

The hair-thin beam of black divine light met the white pillar of light capable of piercing a galaxy.

A bizarre scene unfolded.

The white pillar, upon contact with the black divine light, was neither neutralized nor pierced through.

It vanished, just like that... into thin air.

It was as if an eraser had cleanly and decisively wiped it away from this canvas named "the universe," leaving not a single trace behind.

The black divine light did not slow down in the slightest; traversing the distance of time and space, it struck the chest of the phantom of light with absolute precision.

The actions of the phantom of light froze.

Its face still maintained the posture of throwing a punch.

Yet with that wisp of black light as the center, its very existence was being "deleted."

First the chest, then the torso, the limbs, the head...

Its immortal, unextinguishable form composed of pure light was, amidst an absolute silence, erased bit by bit, completely removed from this world.

A few breaths later.

The pure white space restored its original emptiness and tranquility.

It was as if that mighty phantom, representing the pinnacle of "combat," had never appeared at all.

Only Qin Feng’s shattered, sparking mechanical body remained, floating quietly in midair.

He had won.

At the exact moment Qin Feng stepped into the final trial space.

Outside Mount Martial Combat, the immensely massive Monument of Heroes underwent a transformation.

The light screen that had been broadcasting Shifo's battle in real time split into two halves. On the left, Shifo's steadily progressing challenge remained; on the right, a brand-new screen appeared, pitch-black as ink.

Right in the center of the screen, there was only a single line of concise, white text radiating a chilling aura.

【Challenger: Vanguard】

【Remaining Challenge Time: 338 years】

The appearance of this screen was like a silent proclamation, instantly suppressing all the clamor across the starport.

"It has begun...

Stunned by this sudden celestial anomaly, every soul stood frozen in place.

Then, they bore witness to a sight that would be etched into their memories for eternity.

On the Monument of Heroes, the black screen representing the "Vanguard" shattered instantly, dissolving into a rain of shimmering light.

In its place emerged a name forged from pure, gilded runes of law.

[Vanguard]

And trailing behind his name, a number that all had deemed impossible to reach slowly manifested, each digit appearing as if cast from stars, radiating a heat and brilliance that scorched the very soul.

[8,000,000]

It was done!

He... he had truly done it!

Before the crowd could recover from the overwhelming shock,

a voice, majestic and vast, sounding as if it were the universe itself, emanated from the deepest reaches of Martial Peak, echoing across the entire star sector.

"Since the dawn of time, the Stairway to Divinity has finally welcomed its first soul today."

"The trial is concluded."

This voice confirmed the authenticity of the miracle.

The entire ring-shaped starport, after ten long seconds of deathly silence,

erupted in absolute pandemonium.

"Ahhhhhhh—!!!!!"

"He succeeded! He actually succeeded!!!"

"Eight million! Eight million consecutive victories! Am I dreaming?!"

"History! We are witnessing history! The ultimate legend, untouched since the founding of Martial Peak eons ago, has been shattered by him today!!!"

Countless beings descended into a state of hysterical frenzy.

They screamed, roared, and embraced strangers, venting their incomparable excitement and shock in the most primal of ways.

Some young cultivators, overcome by the intensity of their emotions, lost their composure and fainted on the spot.

The stone Buddha, sitting in cross-legged meditation, slowly opened his eyes.

He gazed at the golden name, pressed his palms together, and bowed deeply to the Monument of Heroes in a gesture of Buddhist reverence.

On his face, there was no envy, only the relief of a man who had met his match and the supreme respect for a climber of peaks.

Beyond the borders of Martial Peak, in the cold void shrouded by killing intent,

the figures of the ten Sovereign Emperors flickered for a moment, stirred by the "Voice of the Great Dao."

"...He actually achieved it."

The voice of one Sovereign Emperor carried a trace of disbelief.

"This can no longer be explained by mere talent... this child carries the weight of great destiny!"

"The Yaoguang inheritance, combined with the gifts of the Martial Lord... his value has surpassed all our imaginings."

After the brief shock came a colder, more intense wave of greed and malice.

"Issue the order: seal all spatial nodes and activate the [Ten Directions Annihilation Array]."

"The moment he emerges shall be the moment of his fall."

"Such a heaven-defying monster must never be allowed... to leave alive!"