Martial God Asura Chapters 41-45: Chu Feng's Wrath and the Liu Alliance's Downfall
The air in Chu Feng’s residence crackled with tension, a stark contrast to the serene surroundings of the Azure Dragon School’s inner court. Su Mei stood before him, no longer the playful girl from the Spiritual Medicine Hunt but a formidable force exuding the pressure of the 8th level of the Spirit realm. Her sudden, casual attack had been a thunderbolt, forcing Chu Feng into a desperate, instinctive reaction.
Whoosh!
With no time to think, Chu Feng activated the first style of the Three Thunder Styles. His body blurred, transforming into a streak of lightning that zipped across the hall, narrowly evading Su Mei’s grasp. He landed, heart pounding, not from exertion but from shock. A normal strike from her had forced out his trump card. According to his own assessments, he should have been able to hold his own against an 8th-level expert, yet Su Mei had dismantled that assumption with effortless grace.
“Hmph. You think you’re the only one that trained in the Mysterious Techniques?” Su Mei quipped, a disdainful glance shot his way before she sauntered to a chair, picked up an apple, and took a loud, deliberate bite.
The term sent a jolt through Chu Feng. “Mysterious Techniques? You’ve trained in the Mysterious Techniques?”
Of course he knew of them. They were legendary, the gateway to the Origin realm and beyond. Cultivating techniques could condense spiritual energy, but only Mysterious Techniques could harness the profound Origin power between heaven and earth. They were treasures rumored to be held only by elders and core disciples within the Azure Dragon School. For an inner court disciple like Su Mei to possess one was unthinkable—unless her background was far more complex than it appeared.
“Is it that strange? Even you trained in the Mysterious Techniques. Does that mean I can’t?” she retorted, studying his genuine astonishment.
A realization dawned on him. “So this girl thought I trained in the Mysterious Techniques.” His rapid advancement, his ability to challenge those above his level—it all fit the profile of a Mysterious Technique practitioner. He had never seen one, but his own abnormal growth had painted a convincing picture.
“I really did not train in the Mysterious Techniques,” Chu Feng stated plainly.
Su Mei put down her apple and walked over, her eyes searching his face for deceit. Finding none, her playful demeanor melted into genuine surprise. “It seems that the people who have the Spirit power are quite impressive. If you didn’t train in the Mysterious Techniques yet you are already so strong, what would happen after you did?”
A yearning Chu Feng usually kept buried surged forth. “How could I possibly train in things like the Mysterious Techniques?” he said, but the desire in his voice was unmistakable. To see his potential amplified by such legendary methods was a tantalizing dream.
Su Mei watched him, a internal conflict playing out on her expressive face. After a heavy moment of silence, she made her decision. “I can give you the Mysterious Techniques.”
Chu Feng’s eyes widened. “Are you speaking the truth?” “Does it look like I’m lying to you?” Her seriousness was absolute. “What’s the price?” “The price is to join the Wings Alliance.”
The conversation circled back to its origin. “Why do you want me to join the Wings Alliance so much?” “Because I want to rope you in,” she admitted bluntly. “The Wings Alliance is relying on my power, so I feel that if you join then you can increase this power. Also, you have no road of retreat.” A cold feeling settled in Chu Feng’s gut. “What do you mean?” A horribly cheerful smile spread across Su Mei’s face. “Did you not know that the Jian Chen that you just beaten up was the younger brother of the alliance master of the Sword Alliance?”
The pieces slammed together. “You damn girl.” She hadn’t just used him as a shield; she had engineered a feud with one of the inner court’s major powers. Beating a regular member was one thing, but assaulting the alliance master’s brother was a direct, personal insult that demanded vengeance. The Sword Alliance would come for him, and they would not stop at him alone.
“I know that you have a spirit that is not afraid of the heavens or the earth,” Su Mei pressed, her voice dropping. “But, you need to remember that you may not be afraid, then what about your Chu Yue and your Chu family? Would they be afraid?”
Her words were a needle aimed at his only vulnerability. She had investigated him, understood his bonds. “I really did underestimate you,” he said, a mix of anger and grudging respect coloring his tone. Yet, his principles remained unshaken. “My reply are still those words. I refuse.”
“Chu Feng, aren’t you just a bit too arrogant?” Her temper flared, the bossy young mistress re-emerging. The offer of a Mysterious Technique was a treasure beyond measure for any disciple, and his rejection was a slap to her efforts.
“This isn’t the problem of me being arrogant or not. It’s just that I don’t like other people threatening me,” Chu Feng stated coldly, his patience at an end. “You can leave.”
The dismissal hung in the air, thick with unresolved conflict. But before Su Mei could retort, the tense silence was shattered by violence.
Bang!
The door to his residence burst open. Chu Gao stumbled in, his robes torn and stained with blood, his face a mask of panic. When his eyes found Chu Feng, it was like seeing a lifeline. “Young master Chu Feng, please save them or else it’ll be too late!”
“Chu Gao, what happened?” Chu Feng rushed forward, his personal conflict forgotten. The injuries were fresh; a battle had just taken place.
“Young master Chu Feng, young lady Chu Yue…” Chu Gao’s words were scrambled by fear and urgency.
Hearing Chu Yue’s name was all the information Chu Feng needed. “Quickly bring me there!” He grabbed Chu Gao’s arm and bolted for the door, a storm of worry and rage building within him. As he passed the threshold, he shot a final, accusatory glare at Su Mei. His first thought was that the Sword Alliance’s retaliation had come far sooner than expected.
“They came so fast?” Su Mei murmured to herself, a curious smile touching her lips. After a moment’s hesitation, she too followed, her lithe form slipping out the door after them.
On the frantic dash through the inner court’s pathways, Chu Gao gasped out the true story. It wasn’t the Sword Alliance. After Chu Feng had left them earlier, Chu Wei and the others had encountered a fat, lecherous disciple who had openly teased Chu Yue and Chu Xue. A fight ensued, the fatty was beaten, but he turned out to be no ordinary disciple. He was the master of an alliance. A swarm of his members had descended, overwhelming the Chu family disciples. Everyone had been captured; only Chu Gao had managed to escape to find help.
“Wait,” Su Mei interjected, catching up with them easily. “Would the name of that fatty be Liu Mang and his alliance be called the Liu Alliance?”
“I don’t know what he’s called, but his alliance is indeed the Liu Alliance,” Chu Gao confirmed.
Instantly, the color drained from Su Mei’s face. Her usual fearlessness was replaced by a grave seriousness. She looked at Chu Feng, her voice heavy. “Chu Feng, your family has gotten into big trouble!”
The Depths of Corruption
“What do you mean?” Chu Feng asked, his pace not slowing, but his focus sharpening on her words.
Su Mei explained as they ran. Liu Mang was indeed the alliance master, a mere 3rd-level Spirit realm cultivator, but his Liu Alliance was a top-ten power in the inner court with over a hundred members, including two experts at the 7th level. Their strength, however, was not born of talent or unity. It was born of impunity.
“His grandfather, Liu Chengen, is the manager of the Azure Dragon School’s inner court punishment department,” Su Mei said, the implications hanging in the air. “Liu Mang is the only son remaining in the Liu family, spoiled rotten. Within the inner court, as long as they don’t kill, no one will investigate virtually any crimes by the Liu Alliance members. That’s why they can be so reckless.”
Chu Feng’s gaze turned icy. “Why are you telling me all this?” “The Liu Alliance are not people that you can provoke,” she stated, then offered the familiar lifeline. “But, I can help you as long as you join the Wings Alliance.”
Her words, meant to coerce, only steeled his resolve. “We are both human, and there’s no one who I cannot provoke. Also, you’ve got something wrong. It’s not that I’m provoking him, it’s that he’s provoking me.” He looked at her, his decision final. “I appreciate your good intentions, but this is my own family’s business. As a man, I want to deal with myself.” He turned to Chu Gao. “Lead the way!”
“This guy really is a bastard. Salt and oil simply does not mix with him,” Su Mei grumbled, watching his retreating back. Yet, after a heartbeat of hesitation, she clenched her fists and followed. She had to see this through.
They arrived at a scene of public brutality. The Liu Alliance headquarters was a massive residence, and outside its grand doors, a crowd of several hundred inner court disciples had gathered in horrified silence. Hanging from the gate like macabre trophies were a dozen beaten disciples—Chu Wei, Chu Cheng, Chu Zhen, and others. Their clothes were stained with blood, their faces swollen and bruised. Some hung limply, unconscious.
Whispers slithered through the crowd. “The Liu Alliance are having a demonstration again… Who dares to manage him? His grandfather is the punishment manager!” “Ahh, sadly, those two young girls were so pretty, but I’m afraid that they’re going to get ruined by Liu Mang.”
The final whisper was the spark to Chu Feng’s powder keg of fury. “Damn. That Liu Mang is looking for death.”
One Against a Hundred
He did not slow down. He did not form a plan. Pure, unadulterated rage propelled him forward like a launched javelin.
“Halt. This is the Liu Alliance headquarters. Non Liu Alliance members are not allowed in!” a guard barked.
“Damn you.” The words were a low growl. Chu Feng leaped, a blur of motion, and his foot connected with the guard’s chest, sending him crashing to the ground. Before the man could cry out, Chu Feng was on him, grabbing his collar and delivering three brutal, piston-like punches to his face. Bang! Bang! Bang! Nose cartilage crunched, blood sprayed. With a final, contemptuous heave, Chu Feng hurled the broken guard over the high wall into the alliance courtyard.
Then, he turned to face the imposing doors, his voice erupting with the force of a thunderclap, shaking the very air. “People from the Liu Alliance, listen up. Quickly release Chu Yue and Chu Xue or else I will trample over your alliance!”
The crowd gasped. “Who is that guy?” “A new disciple! A newborn calf not afraid of the tiger! He’s tired of living!”
The Liu Alliance’s response was immediate and overwhelming. The great doors flew open, and a tide of young men—a hundred strong—poured out. They were the inner court’s bullies, their weakest at the 4th level of the Spirit realm, their strongest at the 6th. They moved with the confidence of pack wolves.
“Which bastard dares to act so wildly in the Liu Alliance? Break him!” a leader roared, pointing at Chu Feng.
Chu Feng’s answer was to charge. “Today, those who dare block me will receive the consequences.”
He did not fight like a disciple practicing martial skills. He fought like a force of nature unleashed. He was a tiger amid sheep, a demon among mortals. His movements were a terrifying blend of the Three Thunder Styles’ speed and his own ruthless efficiency. He did not simply defeat; he dismantled. A grab, a twist, a shattering punch. The sound of breaking bones became a grim percussion underlaid by screams. A 6th-level expert lunged, only to have his arm snapped with a casual block and a retaliatory elbow that caved in his ribs. He was unparalleled. In moments, the once-confident army was a field of writhing, moaning bodies. The observers trembled, their earlier pity replaced by primal fear. This was not a battle; it was an annihilation.
“Heavens, who is this guy? How is he so strong?” “That bone-piercing killing intent really goes straight to the soul!”
From her hidden vantage point, Su Mei watched, her beautiful eyes wide. “This guy. I still underestimated him.” The ruthlessness was one thing, but the chilling clarity of mind he maintained while dispensing such violence was another. He was in a furious rage, yet his actions were precise, controlled, and devastatingly effective. This was not blind anger; it was focused wrath. A shiver that was not entirely fear ran down her spine. What would such a person become?
The Killing God Ascendant
Inside the Liu Alliance residence, the two 7th-level experts, the true pillars of the alliance, finally deigned to investigate the commotion after Liu Mang’s annoyed order. They entered the main hall just in time to see one of their members fly through the shattered main door, a bloody mess.
“Damn.” Their anger flared, but as they strode to the entrance, the scene in the courtyard froze them in their tracks.
It was a tableau of defeat. Their hundred brothers were scattered across the ground like broken toys. In the center stood a young man, his clothes speckled with the blood of others, his aura cold enough to chill the air. He held the last conscious member by the collar, ignoring the man’s desperate pleas. A fist shot out—a sickening crunch—and the man went limp, tossed aside like garbage.
Thus, the hundred were finished. The young man turned, and his gaze—filled with a steaming, palpable killing intent—locked onto the two 7th-level experts.
“This guy…” Their bodies trembled instinctively. The fear was immediate and visceral. This was no ordinary disciple.
“You will soon remember who I am,” Chu Feng said, his voice deathly quiet.
Then he moved. Bzz~ The first style of the Three Thunder Styles turned him into a bolt of lightning. He crossed the distance in a blink. To the two experts, there was only a flash before their chests imploded with devastating force. They coughed blood in unison, their strength evaporating, and collapsed to the floor, defeated in a single, incomprehensible moment.
The crowd outside erupted. “Heavens! That power belongs to a rank 4 skill!!!” “The champion of the inner court exam! The one who slaughtered the 40 Fierce Beasts!” “His aura is only at the 6th level! How is this possible?!”
Chu Feng paid the uproar no mind. His target was inside. He vanished into the main hall.
“Damn it! This guy is going to get into huge trouble.” Su Mei, snapping out of her stunned observation, dashed after him.
A Line Crossed
Upstairs, in a lavishly furnished room, the atmosphere was one of grotesque anticipation. Liu Mang, his pudgy, pustule-covered body now bare, leered at Chu Yue and Chu Xue, who were bound hand and foot to the bedposts, their mouths gagged, eyes wide with terror. The two 7th-level experts had kindly secured them for him.
“Hehe, my two beauties. Let’s see how you two can resist now,” Liu Mang slobbered, preparing to pounce.
Bang!
The entire door frame exploded inward, torn from its hinges. It sailed across the room and smashed directly into Liu Mang’s naked form, sending him crashing into a corner in a shower of splinters and pained squeals.
As his vision cleared, he saw a demon standing over him. It was a young man, but his eyes shone with the light of spilled blood. The killing intent in the room became suffocating.
“You…You…Who are you?” Liu Mang scrambled back against the wall, his bravado replaced by pure, soil-inducing fear.
Chu Feng said nothing. His hand shot out like an eagle’s talon, not for Liu Mang’s throat, but lower, clamping viselike around the fatty’s groin.
A strange, cold smile touched Chu Feng’s lips. “Speak. How many girls have you wasted with this thing here?”
The pain and the smile broke Liu Mang. He reverted to type. “Why are you asking this? Do you not know who I am?! If you touch me then I’ll get you killed!”
“I’m not doing anything,” Chu Feng said, his voice eerily calm, “but it’s just from today on, perhaps you can reflect on the girls that you’ve ruined before.”
“Chu Feng stop!” Su Mei’s voice rang out from the doorway. She had arrived just in time to see his intent.
It was too late. Chu Feng’s hand clenched.
Pfft. Pfft.
Two wet, horrific sounds. A spray of blood. Liu Mang’s scream was not human; it was the sound of an animal being gutted. He clutched the ruin between his legs, rolling in agony until blessed unconsciousness took him.
“Chu Feng! You’ve stirred up a disaster!” Su Mei cried, her face pale. This was beyond beating; this was mutilation, a permanent, unforgivable act.
“Disaster?” Chu Feng turned, his eyes still blazing. “He dared to touch my family, so he’s the one who stirred up a disaster! He should be lucky that he didn’t touch Chu Yue or else I wouldn’t have only broke his genitals. I would have taken his life.”
He moved to the bed, his hands gentle now as he untied Chu Yue and Chu Xue. The moment they were free, they collapsed into his arms, their bodies wracked with silent, shuddering sobs. The relief and the residual terror were overwhelming.
The Wheels of Power
News of the event spread like wildfire. Chu Feng’s name was on every inner court disciple’s lips, spoken with a mix of awe and morbid curiosity. The tyrant Liu Alliance had been stomped into the dirt by a single new disciple. But as the crowd murmured outside Chu Feng’s residence, the consensus was grim. “Finished. Chu Feng’s finished. That Liu Chengen will certainly take Chu Feng’s life.”
They were right. Before long, a group of elders from the punishment department arrived, their auras oppressive and cold. They did not ask questions. They surrounded Chu Feng’s residence and took him, offering no resistance to his powerless state. As he was led away, the crowd sighed. A genius’s flame, snuffed out almost as soon as it blazed.
Su Mei watched from the shadows, a determined look hardening her features. She turned and ran, not to her own residence, but to the elders’ building, to find her sister, Su Rou.
In a serene hall, Su Rou listened to Su Mei’s frantic narration. When she heard the specific nature of Liu Mang’s injury, her beautiful face registered shock. “What? You said Chu Feng destroyed Liu Mang’s genitals?” “That’s right. You need to help Chu Feng or else he will not be in a good situation.” “Not in a good situation? With Liu Chengen’s methods, to be able to let him die happily would already be good luck.” Su Rou sighed, shaking her head. “Chu Feng is way too rash. I cannot help him.”
Su Mei grew desperate. “Are you just going to watch as a genius like Chu Feng get killed like that? You know how many benefits our Su family will get if we can rope him in?” “Chu Feng is indeed a genius… But he still isn’t worth it for me to be hostile towards Liu Chengen.” “But he’s a person that has the Spirit power!” Su Mei finally played her trump card, her voice emotional. “How long have our Su family searched for a person like him? Is he still not worth it for you to help him out?”
The effect was instantaneous. Su Rou’s entire demeanor transformed. “What did you say? Say it again?” “He’s a person that has Spirit power!” “Sister. Is that the truth? Chu Feng has the Spirit power? How did you know?” Su Rou’s hands gripped Su Mei’s shoulders, her eyes blazing with sudden intensity.
After hearing the detailed account of the Spiritual Medicine Hunt, Su Rou closed her eyes, taking a deep, steadying breath. When she opened them, all hesitation was gone, replaced by steely resolve. “This Chu Feng must be saved!”
The Tyrannical Rescue
In the deepest, most secure iron prison of the punishment department, Chu Feng hung from cold chains, his arms stretched upward. The air smelled of rust and despair. Before him stood Manager Liu Chengen, his face a thundercloud of grief and fury. He had just received the final, devastating report about his grandson.
“Sir. Young master Mang’s injuries are already stable, but I’m afraid that that part cannot be recovered…” “Trash!” Liu Chengen roared, the chair beneath him shattering from the outburst. “No matter what the price is, Mang’er’s injuries must be healed!”
Once the healer scurried away, Liu Chengen’s vengeful gaze settled on Chu Feng, brimming with unspeakable malice. “Cut off this brat’s genitals, dig out his eyes, cut off his ears, nose, tongue and chop off his four limbs.”
“Yes sir.” The elders behind him advanced, their tools glinting in the dim light—knives, saws, and awls. Their faces were masks of cruel anticipation.
Rumble!
The thick iron door didn’t open; it disintegrated. Shards of metal flew inward, and standing in the newly created opening, framed by dust and defiance, was Su Rou. She wore a simple white dress, but her presence dominated the brutal space. She was beauty incarnate facing a scene of pure ugliness.
Liu Chengen forced a stiff smile. “Elder Su Rou. Now this is a rare guest. I wonder what business you have in my punishment department?” “Just a small issue that I hope you can help out,” Su Rou replied, her own smile charming yet utterly out of place. “If you have anything please say so. I will try my best to help out.” “I want to bring this Chu Feng away.”
The smile vanished from Liu Chengen’s face. “Su Rou, what joke is this? Do you know what Chu Feng did?” “No matter what he did, today, I will bring him away.” Her smile disappeared as well. “That will not do. I will say this right now. Even if God comes, don’t think of taking Chu Feng away. See her out.” He turned his back, a final dismissal.
As elders moved to escort her, Su Rou’s aura exploded. It was a physical force, a crushing pressure that filled the prison. Ahh! The advancing elders were slammed to the ground, blood spraying from their mouths. Only Liu Chengen remained standing, now facing her fully.
Whirlwinds spun around Su Rou, her black hair and white dress dancing. “I will also say this right now. You will release Chu Feng whether you are willing or not!” “Su Rou, do not push your luck!” Liu Chengen roared, unleashing his own Origin realm pressure.
The two forces collided, making the entire iron prison groan and shudder. The elders on the floor writhed in agony. Chu Feng, however, felt a warm, protective energy cocooning him—Su Rou’s precise control shielding him from the maelstrom.
“Liu Chengen, it’s not like I’m looking down on you, but you are still not suited to oppose me!” With that, Su Rou took a single, graceful step forward.
Her foot touched the iron floor. A deep, jagged crack snaked out from the point of impact, racing across the metal like a living thing straight for Liu Chengen.
Boom! “Ahh!”
The crack reached him, and he was flung backward as if hit by a mountain, crashing into the far wall before slumping down, a trail of blood leaking from his mouth. He looked at her, dazed and terrified. “You…You actually reached this stage. With that strength, why are you still staying in the inner court as an elder?”
“There are things that shouldn’t be asked!” Su Rou retorted disdainfully. With a casual wave of her hand, the chains binding Chu Feng snapped apart. He dropped down, landing nimbly beside his savior.
He looked at the crack in the solid iron floor, then at the woman who had caused it with a mere step. His understanding of power was irrevocably altered.
Su Rou gave him a brief, sweet smile, took his hand, and led him out. But she paused at the ruined doorway, looking back at the broken Liu Chengen. Her voice dropped to an arctic temperature that promised absolute annihilation.
“Don’t even think about hiddenly attacking Chu Feng or harming his Chu family. Or else, it wouldn’t be as easy as your grandson being injured. I will erase your entire Liu family from the Azure Province.”
Liu Chengen spat blood, his defiance a final, feeble spark. “Su Rou, don’t pressure me. If you pressure me past a point, no one will benefit from this.” “Oh? If you feel you can, you can go ahead and try. I will accompany you anytime.” Her smile was colder than the iron prison walls. She left, pulling Chu Feng into the free air.
Behind them, Liu Chengen deflated completely, the fight draining out of him. He slumped, old tears of bitter realization tracing through the dust on his cheeks. He knew the truth. The Liu family was an ant before the mountain that was the Su family. For the survival of his clan, he had to swallow this unimaginable humiliation. His grandson’s vengeance would never come.
An Enchanting Sanctuary
Chu Feng found himself in a tranquil hall within the elders’ building, a world away from the iron and blood of the prison. Su Rou was preparing tea, her movements elegant and composed. As the adrenaline faded, Chu Feng’s senses sharpened, and he became acutely aware of the woman who had saved him.
Seated on a stool, his gaze, hidden behind a facade of calm, traveled over her. The mature curves that her dress hinted at, the swell of her chest, the graceful line of her back, the long, shapely legs—each detail was a masterpiece. A rogue heat stirred within him. Hehe, this is quite the woman, he thought, imagining the paradise that lay beneath the white fabric. The man who could claim such a beauty would be blessed by the heavens themselves.
But the thought was a fleeting fantasy. He knew the stories. Su Rou was the untouchable goddess of the Azure Dragon School, pursued by core disciples and elders alike, yet remaining aloof and unattained. She was a power in her own right, a mystery wrapped in enchanting allure. As she turned, a teacup in her hand, her fox-like eyes met his, and Chu Feng knew his journey was only beginning. The battle with the Liu Alliance was over, but his entry into the turbulent, power-saturated world of the inner court’s true players had just violently, dramatically begun.