Chapter 754: Ye Feng vs. Avery

Ye Feng had already thoroughly understood that guy named Avery, while the latter still knew nothing about him.
When the Human faction heard Avery’s name, they all frowned. As a genius of the Shadow Clan, his name was naturally well-known among all human warriors. Some had even fought against him and knew well just how tough he was. Clearly, they were not optimistic about Ye Feng’s chances. Although Ye Feng’s previous performance had been astonishing—raising his mastery level to 140 despite being only a level 6 warrior—such a feat was unheard of before. It was no exaggeration to call him the greatest genius in the Human faction today.
But this time, his opponent also had a mastery level of 143 and was a level 10 warrior. It seemed Ye Feng had no chance at all. Aside from Immortal and Heavenly Dao, no other warrior knew Ye Feng’s true mastery level. After all, 140 was already a miracle for someone at his level, so it was hard for them to imagine he could make further progress in mastery. It was natural they were not optimistic about him.
Of course, Ye Feng knew that this opponent actually gave him a significant advantage.
He stepped forward and casually threw the top-tier sword he had used earlier into his storage ring, standing there with empty hands.
This action left everyone puzzled.
“Is he planning to give up?” someone from the Foreign Lands faction joked.
The Human faction also looked displeased. They had used that sword to defeat the opponent with a mastery level of around 100, so discarding it now seemed unwise. Even Heavenly Dao raised his eyebrows, unsure of what Ye Feng was up to.
The warrior named Avery finally stepped forward. He was pale and sickly-looking, thin and short, appearing as frail as a woman. His frequent coughing made everyone frown slightly.
Seeing his opponent in such condition, even Ye Feng frowned.
However, he understood that no opponent should be underestimated.
Avery also adjusted his stance slightly, and two daggers appeared in his hands—one completely red, as if soaked in blood, and the other seemingly made of bones, emitting a cold white glow.
As soon as he had those daggers, Avery’s demeanor changed completely. Not only did he stop coughing, but his figure vanished instantly, and even his breathing became imperceptible.

After the opponent disappeared, Ye Feng slowly closed his eyes. To many powerful warriors, this action seemed like seeking death—something the three warriors who had fought against Avery also thought. Closing one’s eyes could indeed help focus more on spiritual power to detect an opponent’s presence. But Avery’s innate abilities allowed him to block all such spiritual detections. Closing eyes was completely useless, serving only as psychological comfort. Just then, Avery appeared. On his first appearance, he hid his intentions none at all—his blood-red dagger was aimed straight at Ye Feng’s throat, clearly intended to kill him. Yet Ye Feng remained with his eyes closed. Only at the moment of the attack did he move, sidestepping effortlessly to avoid the deadly strike. With a slight movement of his fingers, several silver beams shot toward several vital points on Avery’s body. Everyone watched in shock as Ye Feng never opened his eyes throughout, yet his defense and attacks flowed seamlessly, without any trace of artificiality. Of course, his attacks were also narrowly avoided by Avery. Though they caused no harm, they managed to force the opponent back. The onlookers then realized what Ye Feng had used for his attacks. “Imperial Demon Vine?!” Among the human camp, there were indeed those who recognized its value. What was more concerning, however, was that the level of Ye Feng’s ability fusion was 150—higher than the previous 140. The human camp became somewhat hopeful. What they had initially thought would be a one-sided victory, with Ye Feng certain to lose, now seemed uncertain. Although Ye Feng’s cultivation level was lower than Avery’s, his ability fusion level was slightly higher. Moreover, Avery wasn’t particularly tough or resistant to attacks; his defense strength was likely comparable to that of a level 7 or 8 warrior. It was precisely because of this that Ye Feng used the Imperial Demon Vine as weapons, each leaf capable of becoming a supreme treasure—supreme treasures that could be both fierce and gentle. There were tens of thousands of such leaves, and supreme treasures were enough to break through an opponent’s defenses.

Think about it—tens of thousands of top-tier treasures appearing at once, and even a slight touch could result in complete destruction. This is also why Ye Feng was so confident from the start; he only needed to strike the opponent to win. The opponent had another fatal weakness: a weak physique that prevented them from fighting for long periods.

Ye Feng wasn’t the kind to bully the weak or sick, but on the battlefield, they were competitors. If one harbored kindness, they likely wouldn’t survive long. If you didn’t kill others, you’d be killed by them.

Not only was the human faction surprised by Ye Feng’s performance, but many in the foreign factions were also discussing it in hushed tones.

“That guy named Ye Feng—why is his mastery of divine powers so high? Could he be a newly risen genius among humans?”

“He never opened his eyes the whole time. How did he avoid Avery’s attacks and even counterattack?”

“That’s the instinct of combat.” The leading foreign warrior, who had clearly heard the discussions, immediately explained, “It’s forged through long-term battles in harsh conditions.”

The crowd on the foreign side finally quieted down, while many in the human faction compared their own strength to Ye Feng’s.

“Is this guy who suddenly appeared in the human faction really new? Or is he the reincarnation of some former powerful warrior?” On the foreign side, the top warrior with arms crossed over his chest frowned slightly as he looked at Ye Feng. “Just a level 6 warrior, yet his mastery of divine powers is as high as level 150. Perhaps this isn’t even his limit—he can reach even higher levels. I’ve completely lost this bet…”