"Show your strongest stance, or don't blame me for not giving you a chance." When the arena started, Zhao Qingyu didn't rush to attack. He pressed his massive spiked club onto the stage and said coldly.
Qin Feng said calmly, "With your strength, it seems I don't need to give it my all. Besides, I'm not good at dueling; I'm good at killing."
Sometimes, killing doesn't require much force; just find an opening. As long as the opponent slips through, you can kill them with a wave of your hand effortlessly.
When facing a giant dragon, I might need to go all out, but when facing a rabbit, asking me to go all out seems a bit inappropriate. Qin
Feng's words were calm and honest, but to everyone, they sounded like an arrogant and arrogant attitude.
"You're arrogant,"
Zhao Qingyu said coldly.
Qin Feng shook his head and said, "No, I'm not arrogant, nor do I have the right to be arrogant. I'm just telling the truth. If you think I'm arrogant, it's because you've never met a real madman, like my boss." Qin
Feng appeared calm and composed, speaking in the most humble tone, yet speaking the most arrogantly. The disciples of the four great divine clans were all furious.
"Senior Brother Qingyu, what are you waiting for? Take him out in one move. Don't let him use any dark moves. Ye Qing was killed by the shadow before." The Zhao family's powerful figure roared angrily.
"Secret?"
Qin Feng laughed, "Are you idiots?" Ye Qing's death was a fatal mistake he made—he hadn't used his true power at all. Is that really a case of being sinister? Qin
Feng's words were a blatant humiliation to these people, and Zhao Qingyu across from him finally couldn't hold back.
With a loud explosion, the Destiny Divine Ring appeared behind him, igniting the violent power of Destiny. The massive spiked club in his hand radiated with divine light as he smashed it fiercely toward Qin Feng.
"Whoosh."
Qin Feng sidestepped, dodging just as the club was about to touch his forehead. The club's sharp teeth were only a hair's distance from his forehead.
Qin Feng narrowly dodged this strike, and Long Ziwei was already drenched in cold sweat. This was way too close.
"Huff, huff, ..."
Zhao Qingyu missed his strike and swung his spiked club relentlessly, attacking Qin Feng like a violent storm. Qin Feng was forced to retreat repeatedly, dodging continuously, each time narrowly avoiding the blow, and several times he was about to be hit, causing the Jiang family female disciples to cry out in alarm.
Even Long Ziwei clenched his fists, his heart in his throat. He couldn't figure out what Qin Feng was doing, why he wasn't using weapons to fight back. If this continued, one mistake and he'd lose his life.
Seeing Long Ziwei's nervous expression, Feng Fei said, "Among experts, it's all about the distance of a single strand of hair, and what they compete for is that one-in-a-million chance in the blink of an eye."
Sometimes, the danger you see isn't necessarily true danger; most of the time, when real danger arrives, there are no warning signs.
Zhao Qingyu seemed to have the upper hand, but in reality, he had already stepped into the gates of hell with half a foot. If he revealed even the slightest flaw, it would be his doom. "
That strong?" Long Ziwei looked utterly incredulous.
"If he wasn't this strong, would he even deserve the title of Dragonblood Warrior? How could they have the right to follow that pervert Long Chen? Feng Fei said with a smile.
"It's over,"
Feng Fei suddenly sighed.
Long Ziwei was startled. On the arena, Zhao Qingyu, who was attacking frantically, swung his spiked club fiercely and took a step back.
It turned out that Zhao Qingyu had unleashed eighty-one strikes in one go, exhausting his energy in one go, sweeping across with a single blow, trying to force Qin Feng back while retreating a step to buy himself a chance to catch his breath.
However, just as he retreated, Qin Feng, who had been dodging all along, suddenly drew his long sword. The arena struck like lightning. Zhao Qingyu roared angrily, pushing his Langya staff upward, blocking Qin Feng's strike head-on.
With a loud explosion, the arena shook violently. Immediately, Qin Feng's figure leapt backward, his longsword slowly slipping into its scabbard.
"What's wrong?" Not fighting anymore? Seeing
Qin Feng sheath his sword, everyone was stunned. They looked at Zhao Qingyu, who was still holding his staff to face the enemy, and froze in place.
"What happened?"
After a brief moment of shock, people realized something was wrong.
Because they noticed that Zhao Qingyu's eyes were a bit dazed, and his body was trembling.
"Clang!"
Suddenly, the mace in his hand fell to the ground, and a bloody mark appeared from his brow, running down his nose, chin, throat, and finally to his lower abdomen.
"Pfft!"
Suddenly, Zhao Qingyu's body scattered and was split in two by a single sword. This scene drew gasps from countless people in the arena, even the referees were stunned.
"This guy's move really carries the style of Yue Zifeng."
Long Chen was also surprised. Qin Feng's swordsmanship was progressing quickly. It seemed that during his absence, no one was slacking off. However, there was one person who was hard to say.
"How could this happen? It was clearly blocked! "Someone shouted in terror.
"He didn't block it. That was just a visual disadvantage. His sword was too fast, severing the constraints of time, so it looked like he was blocking it, but in reality, he was a step too slow."
This sword strike carried the shadow of Yue Zifeng, commander of the Fourth Legion of the Dragonblood Legion—truly formidable. Feng Fei sighed.
After hearing Feng Fei's explanation, the experts present were so shocked their scalps tingled. Yue Zifeng and the others had never heard of such a terrifying sword strike, and that only his shadow remained. Then just how strong must Yue Zifeng be?
Qin Feng slayed a half-step Destiny Child with a single sword strike, shocking everyone. The most terrifying part was that he still hadn't unleashed his true power, meaning it was no different from killing Ye Qing.
If there was any difference, it was that Zhao Qingyu had lived a few more breaths longer than Ye Qing. Other than that, there was no difference.
A dignified half-step Child of Destiny, yet he couldn't even force out Qin Feng's true strength—has the world gone mad?
People stared at Qin Feng in terror, but he still wore an indifferent expression, as if he hadn't done anything.
"Is this kind of boring farce really going to end?" A bunch of people who haven't even been on a real battlefield—I really feel a bit embarrassed to bully you. Qin Feng shook his head and said.
"What?"
Qin Feng's words instantly enraged countless people. In his words, he was essentially saying that in front of them, so-called prodigies were just a bunch of kids who hadn't grown up.
"You're too arrogant. Today, I'm going to make you pay in blood."
Suddenly, a figure appeared on the arena. That person was none other than Ye Lingkong, the true Child of Destiny.
The moment
Ye Lingkong appeared, countless people cried out in shock. However, to everyone's surprise, as soon as Ye Lingkong appeared on the arena, the Wheel of Destiny appeared, and his long blade sliced across the sky, slashing down head-on at Qin Feng.