Martial God of the Galaxy

"Feng Ge, are you confident you can defeat Shen Feng?" Returning back to the dorm, Lu Yao went to Feng Ge's residence.

Hearing Lu Yao's question, Feng Ge frowned: "What is Shen Feng's true strength?"

"Seven Star Martial Spirit." Lu Yao replied.

"Seven Stars!" Today, during his battle with Duan Chen in the arena, he had only used the strength of six stars, and he had even hidden a one star! It's pretty powerful. " It was unknown whether Feng Ge was praising Shen Feng or mocking him, but the corner of his mouth hooked up into an evil smile.

"From the looks of it, you should be very confident right?" Could it be that your strength has already surpassed Shen Feng's? " Lu Yao was slightly startled, but then denied: "Impossible, with your current strength, seemingly not more than three star Martial Spirit, and adding that you have concealed two star strength, you are only at the fifth star level, which is still two stars away from Shen Feng. If you want to defeat him, you will probably have to suffer a little pain on the surface."

"You can even see through my hidden star strength?" Feng Ge was startled.

"Hehe, of course, don't you know who I am?" Lu Yao said proudly.

In truth, how could she see through the hidden strength of others? That was only what Hei Ying had told her.

However, it was still unknown whether a five star Martial Spirit Feng Ge could defeat a seven star Martial Spirit Shen Feng. After all, the difference in Martial Spirit between the star levels was not as small as that of martial artists.

As night fell, Feng Ge still did not stop his daily cultivation, year after year, and this night, his Fire Burning With Rage had improved by a lot. He could already fuse the Cold Ball and his own fire which was made from spirit energy into normal medicine …

"BOOM!" Early in the morning, the ancient bell tolled in the mountains, signaling that a new day had arrived and that the Battle of Strong Ranking would continue.

When Feng Ge arrived at the plaza, it was already packed to the brim like usual. He could very clearly see that Shen Feng was already standing on the stage and shouting loudly, "Where's Feng Ge? Did he give up? "Trash, hahahaha …"

"Abstaining? I'm afraid you'll be the one to give up later. " As Feng Ge spoke, he walked to the side of the stage and supported himself gently with one hand. With one move, he flipped himself up onto the stage.

However, when he'd stepped into the ring, he hadn't been able to put up a fight and had been stopped by a rope at the side of the ring. He'd been thrown onto the floor like a dog eating shit in the blink of an eye.

"Ou..." "Heavens …" Immediately, the audience burst into screams of ridicule.

"Hahahaha …" What are you trying to act cool for? Don't you know how to act cool? Hahahaha... He's really a trash. A person who could fall in the ring actually dares to challenge me? You should just surrender as soon as possible. " Seeing this scene, Shen Feng laughed so happily.

"This guy …" Lu Yao was also infuriated by this scene with Feng Ge.

"Why would he do that? Aren't you afraid of losing face? " On the high platform, Wu Haotian spoke.

"That brat is playing a little trick. That idiot has already been fooled. It seems like the victor has been decided." Tang Xin looked at Feng Ge with his sharp eyes and said indifferently.

"So that's how it is …" Wu Haotian nodded.

Only people with a discerning eye would be able to see the meaning behind Feng Ge's fall.

"Holy shit, this is too embarrassing." Feng Ge hurriedly got up, and as if he was embarrassed, said to himself: "Sorry, it was a mistake, a mistake … …"

"Trash, get lost or I'll completely cripple you today. "You understand." Shen Feng mocked.

"Oh? "Then let's see who will scram first." After Feng Ge finished speaking, he instantly moved, and fiercely rushed towards Shen Feng. A streak of starlight flashed, and in an instant, Feng Ge's palm print appeared three feet away from Shen Feng.

"His speed has actually become so much faster than before." Lu Yao stared at Feng Ge, his speed as fast as lightning. She had never seen Feng Ge being so fast.

"Come at me!" Shen Feng shouted angrily as he stepped hard on the ground with his right foot. His palms congealed into Strength of Star and in an instant, a green light appeared, instantly congealing into a palm print.

Boom!" The two palms collided against each other, causing a thunderous sound to ring out. The two of them were forced backwards by the immense force of the collision.

"Four star Martial Spirit! That's all you can do. " Shen Feng was pushed back two steps, he thought that he had already seen through Feng Ge's true strength, he was a four star.

As for Feng Ge, he consecutively retreated five steps before he barely managed to stabilize himself.

In the eyes of everyone, they had already seen who would win and who would lose. The difference in power was too great.

Feng Ge did not make a sound, he only stood there quietly with his eyes closed. The energy in his body converged, and in the next second, both his eyes suddenly opened. Both of his palms moved forward, channeling his energy into his palms.

Following the appearance of the ball-shaped Energy Mass, the clothing around the stage instantly cooled down. The people who were just sweating felt a chill enter their bodies at this moment, and some of the people near the stage even started to tremble.

All of these made everyone sigh, what kind of martial skill was Feng Ge cultivating, to actually be able to emit such a terrifying cold Qi? In their eyes, it was as if they had never seen such a martial skill before.

At this moment, even the few elders on the stage were wondering why Feng Ge was able to use such a technique, especially Elder Wu Zun, whose eyes were sharp like a torch, and had a serious expression on his face. Teacher Yang Fann was the same.

"What insignificant skill, I'll let you have a taste of the power of my Phantom Glass Fist." After Shen Feng finished speaking, he retracted his palm and turned it into a fist. Above the fist wind, starlight appeared and he quickly rushed towards Feng Ge. In just half a breath of time, he had arrived in front of Feng Ge.

"Hah!" With a low shout, Feng Ge used the Spiritual Strength on his right hand to transform into a wisp of flame, and instantly merged with the Cold Ball. The Cold Ball also instantly turned into a ball of fire, and then, he suddenly pushed out his two palms, causing the fireball in front of him to instantly fly out.

Boom!" As the fireball flew out, it collided with the incoming fist wind from Shen Feng, causing a loud sound. The flames enveloped Shen Feng and dispersed in all directions.

"My god …" Everyone present was shocked once again. Shen Feng was actually enveloped in flames, wouldn't he be burned to death?

However, just as everyone was in a state of shock, a black figure passed through the enveloping flames.

Feng Ge was shocked. He never thought that the Fire Burning With Rage would actually not burn Shen Feng to death.

But it was too late now, because Shen Feng's rage punch had already arrived.

At this moment, Feng Ge could only panic and defend, because if it was a close combat attack, he did not have any other martial skills to use. As a result, he only managed to block one punch from Shen Feng, and it landed on Shen Feng's chest.

"Puchi …" "Boom!" Blood spurted out in an arc in the air. Boom. With a sound, Feng Ge heavily crashed onto the stage.

However, what surprised everyone was not because of Shen Feng's furious punch, but rather, it was because of Shen Feng who was standing on the stage.

His hair was charred, his clothes were burnt several times, and the skin on his face had several cuts on it. His fists were also black, and blood also flowed out from the wounds and onto the stage.

Too terrifying. If they were slightly weaker, they would have long been burnt to death by Feng Ge's flames.

"I will cripple you! "Ah …" Shen Feng faced the sky and roared, he sprinted towards Feng Ge who had yet to stand up, holding him by the neck, he raised his black, furious fist and punched Feng Ge in the chest.

"Puchi …" Feng Ge spat out a mouthful of blood, which was all over the stage.

"Feng Ge..." Someone screamed, of course, only Lu Yao would be so worried about him, the others had long been stunned by the scene just now, and had not come back to their senses.

"Ya ah …" Shen Feng acted as if he had gone mad. Perhaps the flames earlier had caused him a great deal of mental trauma, which was why he was so angry.

Feng Ge was beaten to death, and a moment of carelessness had caused him to be powerless.

The elders on the stage could not watch any longer, if this continued, Feng Ge would really be beaten to death. Just as an elder wanted to stop him, Elder Wu Zun stopped him.

"It's not over yet! He isn't even using his full strength!" Clan Elder Wu Zun looked at the nearly fainted Feng Ge on the stage. He had already noticed a purple light flashing on his chest.

Sure enough, when Shen Feng raised his furious fist, using all his strength to smash Feng Ge's head to pieces, suddenly, Feng Ge opened his eyes once again, a purple light flashing past his eyes.

The originally dying him suddenly used his left hand to grab Shen Feng's wrist, while his right hand suddenly struck out. It heavily smashed onto Shen Feng's chest.

"Puchi …" As if he had suffered an incomparably huge impact, Shen Feng's body instantly flew two meters high in the air, and then heavily crashed onto the ground. It was just that this palm strike had made the originally injured Shen Feng even more miserable.

Feng Ge suddenly stood up. At this moment, his eyes were flashing with purple light and his face and body were covered in blood. It frightened a lot of the people present.

"This is his true strength …" The Elders on the platform were all shocked.

"No, this isn't his own strength …" Elder Wu Zun said solemnly.

"What?" When the elders heard this, their expressions all changed drastically.