CHAPTER 658: CHAPTER 150: A GENIUS BEYOND GENIUS

Elder Helian rushed to the Sky Wings Arena upon receiving the news of the competition between Ye Beiming and Feng Tian.

Most of the trainees from the two major camps also hurried over, all desiring to witness with their own eyes which of the strongest two from the camps was superior.

On the arena platform, two genius youths stood facing each other.

Elder Helian and Elder Yu both clenched their hands with cold sweat.

Elder Yu chuckled dryly, "Elder Helian, what do you think, who will win and who will lose in this duel?"

This competition, seemingly just a routine challenge, was in fact the focus of intense attention from both camps.

The moment Ye Beiming and Feng Tian joined the Earth Wing competition, this duel was bound to happen sooner or later.

There were two conditions for the competition between the Magic Elite Camp and the Martial Artist Elite Camp: one was the attainment of the title Fighting King, and the other was who would breakthrough forcefully first.

However, right now, Feng Tian and Ye Beiming were the record holders for the highest number of consecutive wins in their respective camps; if one lost this duel, it would mean losing the title of Fighting King, while the victor would have a good chance of claiming it.

Moreover, both Feng Tian and Ye Beiming were outstanding individuals among this generation in the Elite Camp, so both elders were very concerned about the outcome of this competition.

Other trainees from the Continent Magic Elite Camp, as well as trainees from the Martial Artist Elite Camp, also rushed over.

Qi and Gu Feng also watched from the sidelines; everyone’s hearts were hanging on the outcome of this duel.

Ye Beiming and Feng Tian, one using Combat Skills, the other using Magic.

Like two fierce tigers, at the moment the referee announced the start of the match, both erupted with the momentum of Thunder Shock.

Dazzling Magic and the new courage-testing Combat Skills took them both off the ground, entangled in mid-air.

For a moment, the spectator’s eyes dazzled, unable to determine who was the stronger.

About 15 minutes after the start of the competition, both were still tangled, making it difficult to separate them.

Suddenly, the situation took a drastic turn.

Feng Tian began chanting, and a grey light flickered on his Magic Wand.

A magic chain as thick as an arm impressively appeared, winding layer by layer around Ye Beiming.

The grey color, within the Magic Attributes, signified a Secondary Magic Attribute, the Space-time Magic.

High above, everything came to a sudden halt: the wind at the ear, the clouds in the sky.

Ye Beiming couldn’t move, left at the mercy of his opponent.

The trainees from the Continent Martial Artist Elite Camp were all dumbfounded at this moment, and even Elder Yu couldn’t help but change his expression.

No

He too had not expected that Feng Tian, who was still only a Holy Mage, would actually know the Secret Magic of Space-Time Lock.

It looked as if Ye Beiming was certain to lose.

In the air, Feng Tian arrogantly looked down at the immobilized Ye Beiming.

He intended to defeat the genius of the Continent Martial Artist Elite Camp in front of everyone.

From now on, there would be only one genius in the Mainland Elite Camp, and that would be Feng Tian.

"You can’t move, anyone who is below Martial Saint is unable to break my Space-time Lock," Feng Tian said arrogantly, full of pride.

Space-time Lock, his Secret Magic.

He considered himself a genius because he had comprehended his own Secret Magic while breaking through to become a Holy Mage.

Indeed, the power and range of this Secret Magic was small, but for Ye Beiming, who was just ten meters away, it was completely sufficient.

"I’m going to shatter your chest with Magic in front of everyone! If you don’t want to die, you can beg for mercy," Feng Tian raised his Magic Wand and drew a cross on Ye Beiming’s chest with the sharp end of the scepter, like a blade.

Feng Tian’s Magic Wand, infused with a trace of Purple Gold, was incredibly tough, capable of breaking high-grade armor, let alone mere flesh and blood.

"Oh! You wish to hear me beg for mercy? Then come closer. I don’t want to beg for mercy in front of so many people," Even while restrained, Ye Beiming’s face was still one of pleasure, as if he was merely enjoying the view from up high.

Facing death yet still fearing loss of face?!

Feng Tian snorted; he wasn’t afraid that Ye Beiming could play any tricks.

Pressing the end of the Magic Wand against Ye Beiming’s chest, Feng Tian leaned in closer.

The voice of Ye Beiming lingered around his ear: "Let me tell you a secret, your lousy Secret Magic, this king could break it when I was eleven."

Feng Tian was shocked, and the Magic Wand in his hand stabbed into Ye Beiming’s chest.

He didn’t believe it, it was impossible for anyone to break the Space-time Lock!

Only to hear a distortion in the air, and the Magic Chains on Ye Beiming burst apart with a bang.

He stepped forward unafraid of Feng Tian’s Magic Wand.

His eyes gleamed with a wild beast’s light as he moved step by step.

Feng Tian felt like he was witnessing the most inconceivable scene.

In that moment, Ye Beiming was like a terrifying Demon Beast, completely indifferent to pain.

As if he had already become a Sky Mage.

But then, Feng Tian realized his legs had suddenly become immovable.

This feeling was as if... as if he had been subjected to a Space-time Lock magic by someone else.

Impossible, this was simply not possible.

Fear surged in Feng Tian’s heart for the first time.

Yet from the perspective of the spectators in the audience, none of them noticed anything unusual about Feng Tian.

Ye Beiming laughed cruelly, blood pouring down his chest.

A Space-time Lock magic and you’re showing off? This king mastered it at the age of seven."

"Bang," a fist squarely landed on Feng Tian’s nose.

Feng Tian only felt a surge of intense pain, as if his face had become a soy sauce shop, where blood and snot flowed out.

Ye Beiming didn’t use fighting spirit, but rather threw punches one after another at Feng Tian.

"This punch is to teach you a lesson for looking down on Little Wildcat."

"This punch is to teach you a lesson for offending this king."

"This punch..."

Punch after punch, until Feng Tian could no longer withstand the pain and begged for mercy, only then did Ye Beiming stop.

By that time, Feng Tian had been beaten beyond recognition.

With a long kick, Ye Beiming kicked Feng Tian from high in the air straight down, face first towards the ground.

Ye Beiming’s chest was bleeding profusely, yet he did not fall.

The duel ended just like that.

Apart from Feng Tian, no one knew what these two Heavenly Sons said to each other as they lay on the ground.

"Take Feng Tian back immediately!" Elder Helian was greatly alarmed; Ye Beiming’s punch was terrifying in its momentum, and that strength was even mightier than the Ghost Prison Elders.

"Master!"

Si Long rushed forward, and Long Shui wanted to come forward to support Ye Beiming.

"Go to the Dark Night Pavilion," Ye Beiming’s complexion was somewhat pale, ignoring Elder Yu and others who looked at him with concern.

In front of all the Mainland Magic Elite Camp trainees with complex expressions, Ye Beiming took Si Long with him and strode away.

Elder Helian immediately had Gu Feng perform emergency treatment on Feng Tian.

Upon examination, even Elder Helian, who had seen many storms, could not help but lament.

Ye Beiming, truly is ruthless.