Supremacy Starts With The Mysterious System

Han Ming's expression was extremely cold, and he was burning with rage. He was determined to cripple Han Feng.    

    

"What other tricks do you have? Just use them." In his opinion, Han Ming was still too young.    

    

Han Ya's eyes narrowed. This Han Feng was actually so arrogant. Was this trash trying to flip the heavens and overturn the earth?    

    

Behind Han Ming's back, a jet-black saber rose into the sky and landed on Han Ming's hand. It was like a huge axe that could split open a mountain. Its power was terrifying, and it was emitting a frightening black Qi.    

    

"So it's a broken mortal weapon." Han Feng was slightly surprised. Han Ming actually had such a treasure. He did indeed have some wealth.    

    

Although it was a broken mortal weapon, it could increase the user's combat strength by quite a bit.    

    

In the entire Hongqiao Town, the number of Mortal weapons could be counted on one hand.    

    

It was said that in the Tianfeng City, there was a spirit weapon above the mortal rank. A casual swing of it could easily kill a Spiritual Martial Stage warrior.    

    

On Han Ming's arm, golden spiritual energy gushed out, wrapping around his arm. His body seemed to be flickering with illusory light.    

    

"This seems to be interesting." Han Feng squinted his eyes. Apparently, he didn't care about the changes of the person in front of him.    

    

Although Han Ming's combat strength had reached the Peak of Spiritual Martial Stage Level One, but Han Feng... This wasn't all. One should know that in the previous battle, Han Feng had only used 10 points of his combat strength. If he used all his strength, defeating Han Ming would be as easy as flipping his palm.    

    

Han Feng took a step forward, and a terrifying Qi erupted from his body. Dark black energy gushed out from his body, and his palm turned into an indestructible sharp sword, slashing out.    

    

"You're courting death!" Seeing that Han Feng actually wanted to use his hand to receive his spiritual weapon, Han Ming couldn't help but sneer. Obviously, he didn't care about this kind of courting death.    

    

However, Han Ya saw a calm expression on Han Feng's face, as if this kind of action was already within his expectations.    

    

"Could it be that this trash really thinks that his palm is harder than a spirit artifact?" Han Ya muttered to himself, a mocking expression appearing on his face.    

    

However, the palm wind that Han Feng slashed out seemed to be able to tear through the air, like a terrifying mountain peak. It did not meet the blade's edge but directly pressed down on Han Ming's chest.    

    

"What!?"    

    

Everyone who saw this scene couldn't help but change their expressions. Han Feng changed too quickly. At the same time, he stretched out his other hand and grabbed the blade with just two fingers.    

    

Han Ming held the blade and couldn't move at all. His face turned pale when he saw Han Feng's palm rolling down.    

    

Puff!    

    

Han Ming spat out a mouthful of black blood, his body instantly flew out, and the broken spirit artifact landed in Han Feng's hand.    

    

"As expected, it's just a piece of scrap metal. Combined with trash like you, it's completely useless." Han Feng looked at Han Ming, who had fallen to the ground, and the corners of his mouth curled into a mocking smile.    

    

Previously, Han Ming had ridiculed Han Feng for being a piece of trash, but now, he couldn't even beat a piece of trash.    

    

"You are trying to trick me!" Han Ya pointed at Han Feng and said. In his opinion, the latter was able to finish off Han Ming so quickly. If he hadn't used some dirty tricks, he wouldn't have been able to do it.    

    

Han Feng looked at Han Ya indifferently. There was actually a trace of sympathy in his eyes.    

    

"You dare not fight with me. Hence, you have slandered me. Truly lamentable."    

    

"Who said I don't dare to fight you?!" Han Ya was furious. It was as if a violent wind swept across his body. His black hair flew up, and his eyes emitted a terrifying coldness.    

    

"Today, I have something to do. Three days later, I will wait for you here." Han Feng looked at Han Ya and said word by word.    

    

Han Ya held back his anger, "Alright, three days then. Today, I will let you live!"    

    

After saying that, Han Ya left without looking back. He had completely forgotten his purpose of coming to Martial Pavilion.    

    

He was furious when he was told that he didn't dare to fight by a useless person.    

    

In the face of Han Ya's reaction, Han Feng acted as if nothing had happened. After tidying up his clothes, he walked straight into Martial Pavilion.    

    

"The first floor is filled with ungraded cultivation techniques and martial skills. They are not suitable for me to cultivate."    

    

Han Feng looked through all the cultivation techniques on the first level, but he did not find anything suitable for him. The power that the system gave him was extremely overbearing and destructive. These martial skills could not help him increase his combat strength at all.    

    

When he moved his feet and wanted to enter the second level, he heard a light voice.    

    

"Mr Han Feng, long time no see!"