The Central Arena.
The air had completely solidified.
After Qin Chuan expanded his wind control, the battlefield felt compressed by an invisible force.
The pressure kept increasing.
This was no longer simple attack—
It was control.
Lin Feng stood at the center.
His body sank slightly.
For the first time, his breathing rhythm was disrupted.
The wind tugged at his clothes.
The ground beneath his feet began to grind faintly.
"Area control expanding."
The Fire Spirit spoke.
Lower than before.
"Wind pressure stacking."
"Movement cost increasing."
Lin Feng didn't move.
Not because he didn't want to—
But because every movement now had a cost.
Across from him—
Qin Chuan stood at the center of the storm.
Hands slightly spread.
As if controlling the entire battlefield.
"Can you still dodge now?"
His voice was calm.
Confident.
The next second—
Wind surged.
Not three.
Not four.
But—
Six wind blades formed at once.
From different angles.
Different heights.
Completely sealing all escape paths.
The entire space—
Was compressed.
The audience held their breath.
"How do you dodge that?!"
"It's completely sealed!"
Lin Feng's pupils shrank.
The Fire Spirit calculated instantly.
"Evasion success rate: 7%."
Nearly impossible.
"Then don't dodge."
Lin Feng said.
A brief silence.
"Confirmed."
The fireball appeared.
But this time—
It didn't move.
It compressed.
Further.
Further.
More than ever before.
Its size shrank rapidly.
Its color darkened—
Almost black.
Lin Feng's breathing slowed.
This state—
Was dangerous.
"Extreme compression."
The Fire Spirit spoke.
"Risk increasing."
No response.
Because—
The blades arrived.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
All six attacks closed in.
At that instant—
The fireball moved.
Not in a straight line.
But—
In curves.
Weaving through tiny gaps between blades.
Like threading a needle.
The audience exploded.
"That's impossible!"
"How is he calculating that?!"
"Path recalculated—complete."
"Error correction—complete."
The next second—
The fireball reached Qin Chuan.
Less than one meter.
Qin Chuan's pupils shrank.
For the first time—
He made a mistake.
"Too close!"
He tried to retreat—
Too late.
"Now."
BOOM!!!
The Burst Fireball detonated.
At point-blank range.
The air twisted violently.
The wind was torn apart.
Qin Chuan was blasted away.
Spinning in midair.
Crashing to the ground.
Silence.
Then—
The arena erupted.
"He hit him!!!"
"Is it over?!"
"That attack was insane!"
Lin Feng stood still.
Not moving.
His breathing—
Heavier now.
Not from attacking.
But from sensing—
The Fire Spirit's condition.
"…Consumption too high."
The Fire Spirit spoke.
Weaker than before.
The flame flickered.
Unstable.
Almost fading.
"Can you still fight?"
Lin Feng asked.
A pause.
"…Yes."
Still calm.
But strained.
Then—
Qin Chuan moved.
Slowly standing up.
Damaged.
Breathing uneven.
But—
Still standing.
The crowd fell silent again.
"He's still up?!"
Qin Chuan looked up.
At Lin Feng.
His expression—
Had changed.
Not anger.
But—
Respect.
"Good."
He spoke hoarsely.
"You're stronger than I expected."
Lin Feng remained silent.
Watching.
Qin Chuan took a deep breath.
Then—
Clapped his hands together.
The airflow—
Surged again.
Stronger.
Heavier.
Lin Feng sank slightly.
The ground cracked under his feet.
"One more?"
Lin Feng asked softly.
The Fire Spirit paused.
"…One last."
Lin Feng smiled faintly.
"That's enough."
The flame rose again.
Darker.
Smaller.
More dangerous.
The battle—
Entered its final stage.