The sun was just beginning to dip below the horizon when Zhuge Minghui and Tianfeng arrived at the outskirts of Cheonghae Province. The tranquil beauty of the landscape belied the fierce conflict brewing within.

It wasn’t long before the sounds of battle reached their ears—clashing weapons, shouts of command, and cries of the wounded.

Two young martial masters, one from the Righteous Alliance and the other from the Evil Society, led their respective troops in a ferocious fight for territory.

The two were sent here as a part of their mission to contribute to their respective groups as well as a part of their outdoors training.

The warriors of the Righteous Alliance, clad in white and blue, moved with disciplined precision, their every action coordinated and purposeful.

In contrast, the Evil Society's fighters, garbed in dark and crimson hues, fought with a wild, untamed ferocity, their movements unpredictable and savage.

At the heart of the conflict, the two leaders faced off.

Chung Dong-Sun, the young master of the Righteous Alliance wielded a gleaming sword, his movements swift and precise.

While his counterpart from the Evil Society, Myo Chunso, brandished a wickedly curved blade, his attacks brutal and reckless.

Their skills were evenly matched, each exchange of blows sending shockwaves through the surrounding air.

"You will not claim this land," Chung Dong-Sun declared, his voice filled with righteous determination. His sword danced in his hands, each strike a testament to his years of rigorous training.

Chom Chunso sneered, his eyes burning with malice. "Your righteousness is nothing but a facade," he spat, parrying a strike with a forceful block. "This territory will fall under our control, and there is nothing you can do to stop it."

Their blades clashed, sparks flying as metal met metal. The intensity of their battle was mirrored in the disorder around them, with soldiers from both sides fighting fiercely, each determined to support their leader's cause.

As the battle raged on, bodies fell on both sides, the ground stained with blood and littered with the fallen.

The intensity of the conflict only escalated, and it became clear that a final, decisive clash was imminent.

The young masters, their faces set in grim determination, rallied their remaining troops for one last, desperate assault.

"You underestimate the strength of our conviction," Chung Dong-Sun replied, his voice unwavering. He pushed forward, his blade slicing through the air with deadly precision.

Chom Chunso laughed, a harsh, grating sound. "Conviction? Your conviction will not save you from my blade," he taunted, his attacks growing more vicious. "Prepare to meet your end."

The two leaders continued their fierce duel, each driven by their own ideals and the weight of their respective factions.

The battlefield around them was a blur of motion and sound, but in the midst of the chaos, they remained focused, each determined to emerge victorious.

Boom!

As their blades met in a final, powerful clash, a sudden, overwhelming presence made itself known.

It was then that Tianfeng made his presence known. Walking from afar, his approach was deliberate, each step echoing with the power and confidence of a seasoned warrior.

The two young masters of each sides jumped back and commanded their forces to retreat for a moment as they were alerted by the overt emission of Tianfeng's terrifying energy.

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As he drew closer, he gradually released the pressure of his martial realm, a force so conspicuous it seemed to ripple through the very fabric of the battlefield.

Boiling blood qi visibly emanated from Tianfeng, forming an almost tangible red steam that reached toward the sky.

The oppressive aura of his energy sent shivers down the spines of both factions, a chilling reminder of the overwhelming power now entering their midst.

Both leaders paused, momentarily stunned by the sheer power radiating from Tianfeng. The air grew thick with tension as he approached, his aura sending shivers down the spines of the two factions battling.

"Who... who is that?" Chung Dong-Sun murmured, his voice betraying a hint of fear.

Chom Chunso narrowed his eyes, "What does it matter?" he spat dismissively, his voice carrying a mix of contempt and unease. "Focus on your death, not distractions."

The young masters, ready for their final clash, found themselves momentarily paralyzed by the sight.

Chung Dong-Sun felt a cold dread settle in his stomach, while Chom Chunso struggled to maintain his composure.

The sheer ferocity of Tianfeng's blood qi was unlike anything they had ever encountered.

Tianfeng's presence was overwhelming, a tangible force that seemed to crush the very spirit of those around him.

He continued his approach, his eyes fixed on the two leaders, a predatory gleam in his gaze.

With a final, withering look at each other, Chung Dong-Sun and Chom Chunso turned their attention to Tianfeng, preparing to face this new, terrifying adversary.

Tianfeng’s eyes blazed with a ruthless intent as he scanned the battlefield.

The silence that followed his arrival was thick with tension, every warrior waiting to see what this new force would do.

The blood qi above him swirled and pulsed, a visual testament to his immense power and killing intent.

Without a word, Tianfeng continued his advance, his presence an unspoken challenge to both sides.

As Tianfeng reached the battlefield, the tumult stilled, and a palpable tension gripped the air.

The combatants from both factions stood frozen, their eyes riveted on the enigmatic warrior.

Three distinct points emerged in the battlefield, forming a triangle.

The two outer points were crowded with warriors from the Righteous Alliance and the Evil Society, their presence thick and oppressive.

In stark contrast, the middle point was dominated by Tianfeng, standing unfazed and alone, like a dragon towering over a swarm of ants.

The battlefield, now shaped into a tense triangle, buzzed with uncertainty.

Both leaders, still consumed by their enmity, prepared their troops for anything. The men, sensing the shift in power, tightened their grips on their weapons, ready for whatever was to come.

Tianfeng, standing at the center of the triangle, let his presence be felt. His boiling blood qi visibly emanated from him, forming a dark red plume of gas that reached toward the sky, casting a shadow of dread over the combatants.

At one corner, Chung Dong-Sun observed with a blend of respect and apprehension.

"Senior, may I ask humbly ask your purpose for stepping in the battlefield?" he inquired, his voice tinged with respect yet laced with an underlying sense of concern.

Across from him, Chom Chunso remained contemplative, his expression betraying a mixture of curiosity and guarded fear.

He chose not to respond immediately, his silence speaking volumes in the middle of the commotion unfolding around them.

Chung Dong-Sun and Chom Chunso's earlier animosity was temporarily stopped as they were carefully surveying Tianfeng.

They were now united by a common fear—the overwhelming might of this newly arrived person.

Zhuge Minghui observed from a distance, a faint smile playing on his lips.

He watched as Tianfeng’s aura of invincibility spread across the battlefield, sowing confusion and fear among the combatants.

This was more than a mere fight; it was a demonstration of power, a lesson in the true meaning of martial supremacy.

The young masters, despite their fear, readied themselves if ever a confrontation occured.

They knew they could not back down, but in their hearts, they understood the futility of their resistance.

Tianfeng's arrival marked a turning point in the battle, a moment when the balance of power shifted irrevocably.

Standing at the heart of the battlefield, Tianfeng continued to exude his martial realm pressure. "You don't know what I want, but I'm sure you can afford it" he slowly declared.

"I'm here to train, and to find someone of the same generation as me that can withstand my might." Tianfeng's arrogance in his voice was undeniably evident.

The sheer audacity of his words sent a ripple of shock through the ranks. For a moment, there was silence.

Tianfeng continued, his voice echoing across the battlefield. "I know you're too weak for me, but I don't mind if you team up against me."

"It might make things a bit more interesting. After all, people of your caliber are just ants below my feet." He scanned the warriors before him, a cold, contemptuous smile playing on his lips.

Some warriors exchanged nervous glances, while others wore mocking expressions.

Although Tianfeng's martial realm seems to surpass theirs and his blood qi is enormous, they don't believe that with everyone here, Tianfeng can walk out alive.

Then, from the people of the Evil Society, a few naive members began to mock him, their laughter filled with scorn.

"Who does he think he is?" one of them jeered. "He's just one man!"

"More like a fool walking to his death!" another shouted, their voices blending in a chorus of derision.

But their laughter was short-lived.

Before they could even enjoy their mocking, Tianfeng moved. In an instant, he dashed forward faster than the eye could follow, faster than light itself.

His halberd shone with murderous intent as he slashed it downward with incredible force.

The ground trembled under the impact.

As the halberd's blade barely touched the earth, a great rift formed, tearing through the battlefield with a thunderous roar.

The rift extended for hundreds of meters, a yawning chasm that swallowed everything in its path.

The mocking voices of the Evil Society members were abruptly silenced as their bodies were torn apart by the sheer destructive power unleashed by Tianfeng's strike.

The warriors of both factions stared in stunned silence, the enormity of Tianfeng's power leaving them momentarily paralyzed.

The earth itself seemed to groan in agony under the weight of his might.

Tianfeng stood at the edge of the rift, his eyes blazing with cold fury.

"Is there anyone else who wishes to mock me?" he challenged, his voice a low growl.

"Step forward, and I will show you the true meaning of despair."

The silence that followed was absolute, the battlefield eerily quiet in the aftermath of his devastating attack.

The warriors of the Righteous Alliance and the Evil Society alike knew, in that moment, that they faced a foe unlike any they had encountered before.

As Tianfeng stood there, exuding an aura of supreme confidence and unyielding power, it was clear that the battle was far from over.

The warriors knew that the true fight had only just begun, and that their very survival hung in the balance.