Martial God Asura Chapters 36-40: Chu Feng's Shocking Victory and Rise to Fame

The air in the Chu family’s martial arts training ground was thick with tension and humiliation. Chu Hongfei, the proud number one of the Chu family’s young generation, lay sprawled on the dusty ground, a flower of blood blooming in the air where Xu Tianyi’s slap had connected. One move. That was all it took for the Xu family’s young genius, radiating the aura of the 7th level of the Spirit realm, to utterly crush the Chu family’s hope. The crowd’s murmurs swelled into a roar of shock and derision. The Chu family’s face had been trampled into the dirt.

Chu Yuanba’s face was as pale as parchment, his jaw clenched so tight it ached. The confident smirk he’d worn moments before had vanished, replaced by a stony mask of disgrace. Across the stage, Xu Qiang’s arrogant laughter rang out, a dagger twisting in the wound. “Is there anyone in the Chu family that dares to battle with me?” Xu Tianyi proclaimed, his gaze of disdain sweeping over the cowed Chu youths. No one met his eyes. The collective spirit of the Chu family’s younger generation had been shattered.

“Just leave it, Tianyi. No one in the Chu family’s young generation can beat you. Just let them go,” Xu Qiang mocked, the words dripping with contempt. It was the final insult. As Xu Tianyi turned to leave, the victory complete, a thunderous voice cut through the defeated silence.

“I will accept the challenge.”

All heads swiveled. A figure leaped through the air, landing on the stage with a firm, graceful impact. Chu Feng. A wave of disbelief, then exasperation, rippled through the Chu family ranks. “Feng’er, come back!” Chu Yuan cried out, fearing a repeat of the brutal, one-sided defeat. Chu Yuanba’s face turned a sickly green; this, he felt, was just adding further embarrassment.

On the stage, Xu Tianyi looked at the newcomer with undisguised scorn. “Boy, you think you can win?”

“You’ll know when you try,” Chu Feng replied, his voice calm, a stark contrast to the raging emotions around him.

With a cold snort, Xu Tianyi moved. He employed the same contemptuous slap that had felled Chu Hongfei, aiming to humiliate Chu Feng identically. Some Chu family members turned away, unable to bear witness to more disgrace. But the expected impact never came. In a blur of motion, Chu Feng leaned slightly to the side, the attack whistling past him. Before Xu Tianyi could register the miss, Chu Feng’s hand shot out in a backhand slap.

Shock flashed in Xu Tianyi’s eyes. He brought his other arm up to block, but Chu Feng’s palm seemed to fluctuate and vanish. “A profound martial skill!” Xu Tianyi realized, but too late. The Illusionary Palm, solid and powerful, slammed into his chest with a solid bang. The force drove him back several stumbling steps, nearly sending him off the platform.

The crowd erupted. “He landed a hit!” “He dodged and countered!” The murmurs were now of shock and dawning hope. Chu Yuanba’s angry glare transformed into one of intense focus. This was no ordinary display.

“A bit skillful, but I won’t go easy on you this time,” Xu Tianyi spat, his pride wounded. The stage trembled as he stamped forward, his arms spreading. The air filled with the shadows of countless fists, a storm of attacks fueled by a Rank 3 martial skill. The pressure was immense; surely Chu Feng would be overwhelmed.

“It came just at the right time,” Chu Feng said, not retreating an inch. His own arms moved, and in response, countless palm shadows materialized around him, each one solid and real, a mirror to Xu Tianyi’s onslaught. Bang bang bang! Fist met palm in a furious exchange, the two combatants locked in a stalemate. The crowd was boiling over. Chu Feng was not only using a Rank 3 skill but wielding it with mastery that matched an opponent a full level above him.

From the sidelines, Chu Wei watched, his face a mask of dawning comprehension and shock. “This… Chu Feng is actually using this skill.”

“Wei’er, what skill is Chu Feng using?” Chu Yuanba’s voice was urgent beside him.

“Grandfather, if I’m not mistaken, it is the hardest skill to train in the entire Azure Dragon School inner court… the Illusionary Palm.” Chu Wei’s words were heavy with implication. He went further, whispering the suspicion about the mysterious disciple who single-handedly slew forty Fierce Beasts in the exam. Chu Yuanba inhaled sharply, looking at the boy on the stage with entirely new eyes. The discarded, bullied child was now the family’s only hope for redemption.

On stage, Xu Tianyi was growing frantic. His breathing was ragged, yet Chu Feng’s expression remained placid, as if the fierce battle cost him nothing. “He’s delaying, wasting my strength!” Xu Tianyi realized. He knew he had to end it. His aura shifted violently, the pressure around him spiking. A silvery-white sheen, hard as steel, coated his fists. An unconquerable aura radiated from him.

“A Rank 4 skill!” The cry went up from the crowd, followed by a collective gasp. Chu Yuanba’s heart sank again. A Rank 4 skill was a realm apart; its rarity and difficulty were legendary. For Xu Tianyi to wield it, even imperfectly, marked him as a true genius. In their hearts, the spectators conceded Chu Feng’s defeat. He had fought valiantly, forcing a 7th-level genius to reveal his ultimate card. There was no shame in losing now.

But Chu Feng was not done. As Xu Tianyi charged with his silver fists, Chu Feng’s form dissolved into an afterimage. He swept to the side, and behind him, a vortex of wind sprang to life, crackling with faint sparks of lightning. The momentum was terrifying, equal to or greater than Xu Tianyi’s own.

“Heavens! He can also use a Rank 4 skill!”

The revelation was mind-shattering. A fifteen-year-old at the 6th level of the Spirit realm, wielding a Rank 4 skill? The word ‘genius’ no longer seemed sufficient. Chu Feng was a monster. His leg whipped out, a blur of lightning aimed at Xu Tianyi. The Xu genius crossed his arms to block, but Chu Feng’s attack was a feint. The leg retracted and snapped out again in a fraction of a second, this time connecting squarely with Xu Tianyi’s waist.

A sickening crack echoed, followed by a heavy thud as Xu Tianyi was kicked clean off the stage. He landed in a heap, his face contorted in agony. “Don’t move!” he bellowed to his rushing family. “It’s broken. The waist is broken.”

Silence held for a breath, then the training ground exploded in a thunderous ovation. People leaped to their feet, cheering, clapping, chanting Chu Feng’s name. The victory was not just a win; it was a cathartic release. The Chu family’s honor, so thoroughly trampled moments before, had been resurrected in the most spectacular fashion possible. Chu Feng, the boy they had all scorned, had become their savior.

Chu Yuanba watched, a complex mix of pride, guilt, and newfound calculation swirling within him. He saw the heads of other powers turning toward him with respectful, appraising nods. The value of the Chu family in their eyes had just multiplied, and the currency was named Chu Feng.

Without a word, ignoring the adulation, Chu Feng leapt off the stage and walked away, his purpose served. He went straight to the room where his brother, Chu Guyu, lay recovering from Chu Hongfei’s earlier brutal punch.

“Brother, what happened outside? Why is it so loud?” Chu Guyu asked weakly, consumed by guilt over his own loss.

“Nothing,” Chu Feng replied with a calm smile, offering no hint of the earthquake he had just caused.

Soon, the room filled with visitors. Chu Yuanba entered, followed by Chu Yuan, Chu Nanshan, and other family elders. The atmosphere was profoundly different. Benevolence, a rare expression, was on Chu Yuanba’s face as he inquired after Chu Guyu’s health. Chu Nanshan, with great embarrassment, explained that Chu Hongfei’s injuries were now worse, a pointed glance at Chu Feng conveying the unspoken message.

Chu Guyu was baffled until Chu Yuanba spoke directly to his younger grandson. “Feng’er, thank you for today, or else our Chu family’s face really would have been trampled over by the Xu family.” Then, to the astonishment of all present, the family patriarch took out ten Saint Spirit Grasses—a kingly sum—and offered them to Chu Feng.

“Grandfather, what does this mean?” Chu Feng asked, his face carefully neutral.

“This is what you should get. Take it. If you take it, I can feel more comfortable.” The apology in Chu Yuanba’s tone was unmistakable. He knew his own past indifference and the bullying he had allowed. Today, Chu Feng had not just won a fight; he had rewritten his own position in the family hierarchy. Chu Feng accepted the grasses, his expression still cool.

Chu Yuanba wasn’t finished. He turned to Chu Yuan. “In the future, the yearly supplement for Feng’er will be five Saint Spirit Grasses.” The decree sent a jolt through the elders. It was an unprecedented allocation, a clear signal. As they filed out, Chu Nanshan dared to mutter about Chu Feng’s attitude, only to be met with a furious rebuke from Chu Yuanba. “Listen up all of you. I do not want to hear anyone say anything bad about Feng’er… If I hear it, no matter who it is, it will be handled, without exception, by the family law.” The message was received. The era of disrespecting Chu Feng within the Chu family was over.

Alone with his father and brother, Chu Feng finally allowed himself a genuine smile as Chu Yuan, now the new family master thanks to his son’s efforts, praised him. Chu Guyu listened in stunned silence as the tale of the battle, the Xu family’s retreat, and their father’s promotion was recounted. His gaze at his younger brother was one of awe and immense pride. The protector had become the protected.

In the days that followed, Chu Feng’s name became legend across the hundred-mile region. Tales of his prowess were exaggerated into myth. Within the Chu household, under Chu Yuanba’s iron decree, every member now treated Chu Feng with wary respect. The return journey to the Azure Dragon School was marked by fawning attention from former tormentors, which Chu Feng met with polite indifference, save for his warm interactions with Chu Yue.

Back at the school, Chu Feng’s mindset had solidified. The principle was clear: strength commanded respect. There was no more need to hide in the shadows. He went directly to the inner court’s Mission Selection Location, seeking resources to feed the boundless appetite of the Divine Lightning within him. He needed Spiritual Beads, but the mission board offered only Saint Spirit Grasses. With a decisive flick of his wrist, he began plucking every high-difficulty mission plate from the board, piling them into his arms.

“Damn. Look at what that boy is doing? Is he crazy?” The onlooking disciples were incredulous. When he reached for the medium-difficulty boards, a voice of protest rang out. It was Duan Yuxuan, a fellow disciple from the entrance exam, furious that Chu Feng was mindlessly grabbing the mission he wanted.

“You’re cursing me?” Chu Feng asked, his tone deceptively calm.

“So what if I am? Do you have a damn problem?” Duan Yuxuan ranted.

The response was swift and brutal. Bang! A single slap, loaded with the power of the 6th level of the Spirit realm, sent Duan Yuxuan spinning through the air. He landed, spitting out three teeth. The hall fell silent, all eyes on Chu Feng, sensing the formidable aura he now freely emitted. He stuffed the mission plates into his bag, looked at the groaning Duan Yuxuan, and stated coldly, “Pay attention when you speak next time. I’ll take how many missions I want and it has nothing to do with you.” He left, the whispers about his identity and his defiance of the Wings Alliance following him out.

His path, however, was soon blocked by another scene. A sharp, familiar voice cut through the air: “Get out of my face!” It was Su Mei, surrounded by a dozen members of the Sword Alliance. Their leader, a pretty-boy named Jian Chen at the 6th level of the Spirit realm, was professing his “love” with oily persistence. Chu Feng paused, hidden in the crowd, amused. He knew Su Mei’s true strength was at the 7th level; this annoyance was beneath her, but she was clearly restraining herself to maintain her cover.

He watched, a smirk playing on his lips, until Su Mei’s eyes—sharp as daggers—found him in the throng. A mischievous glint lit her face. “Actually, I already love someone,” she said to Jian Chen, then turned her warmest gaze toward the crowd. “Darling, you’re just watching when someone bullies me?”

Chu Feng’s heart sank. ‘Damn!’ He was now the designated shield. But retreat was not an option. He stepped forward, playing the part with gusto. “Baby, I just arrived. Which bastard is bullying you? I’ll help you take care of him.” Then, to the stupefaction of every onlooker, he pulled the delicate, fiery Su Mei into a tight embrace.

The collective gasp was almost audible. Su Mei stiffened, anger flashing in her eyes, but she forced a sweet smile, playing along. Chu Feng, seizing the opportunity presented by the charade, enjoyed the feeling of her softness against him, holding her a bit tighter.

“Who are you?!” Jian Chen screamed, his jealousy erupting into pure rage.

“Who am I? I am the one whom Su Mei loves,” Chu Feng declared proudly, phrasing it so that it sounded like Su Mei pursued him. He felt her hidden pinch on his arm but didn’t flinch.

Jian Chen drew his sword and lunged. “Darling, take care of him for me,” Su Mei said sweetly, then gave Chu Feng a powerful, treacherous shove directly toward the blade. She was getting her revenge mid-performance!

Chu Feng, however, was ready. He sidestepped the thrust with ease and launched a kick that sent Jian Chen sprawling. The other Sword Alliance members surged forward, but they were no match. In moments, a dozen bodies littered the ground, groaning. Chu Feng placed his foot on Jian Chen’s chest. “If you dare to disturb my darling in the future, I’ll break all your teeth.” He then reclaimed Su Mei, embracing her with theatrical possessiveness, and led her away from the gawking crowd, ignoring the sounds of heartbreak behind them.

Only when they entered the privacy of his residence did the act drop. Su Mei shoved him away with force. “Bastard, enough.” Her retaliation was immediate—a sharp kick that came with terrifying speed, a gust of wind preceding it.

Chu Feng’s eyes widened in genuine shock as he barely registered the attack. The power behind it, the velocity… it was beyond what he had anticipated. In that instant, he understood. Her restraint hadn’t just been for show; she had broken through again. The girl who had used him as a shield was no longer at the 7th level of the Spirit realm.

Su Mei was now at the 8th.