During the battle with the artifact spirit, he had been channeling the demonic energy of the Sky Demon Ruler into the Dragon Soul Sword. The Dragon Soul Sword had risen from high-grade extreme grade to low-grade circular grade, not far from mid-grade.
After all, it was the artifact spirit of the Sky Demon Ruler. It was impossible to subdue it in one try. But after the battle in the sea of consciousness, Du Feng already had an idea. There would be a chance in the future to completely control the Sky Demon Ruler.
"Little Sister Ling 'er …"
Du Feng was about to thank the wood spirit girl, but she turned into a green light and went back. The treatment just now seemed simple, but it consumed a lot of the wood spirit girl's energy. After all, there was a gap between her Cultivation and Du Feng's. It was equivalent to a cross-rank treatment.
The wood spirit girl's silent sacrifice without asking for anything in return made Du Feng very embarrassed. He touched the tattoo on his left arm and could only remember the kindness in his heart.
"You can't escape!"
This sentence was for the artifact spirit to hear. As long as the Sky Demon Ruler was with Du Feng, the artifact spirit couldn't leave and would be subdued sooner or later.
There was no concept of time during the battle in the sea of consciousness. When Du Feng removed the formation and looked outside, he realized it was already morning. He had been busy for the entire night for the advancement of the Dragon Soul Sword.
At this time, Fu Xi had already arrived at the arena because he had a match today. But when he woke up in the morning to find Du Feng, he found that his room was sealed by a formation. He couldn't even use a voice transmission talisman, so he didn't disturb him. Seeing that he was about to go on stage but Du Feng still hadn't arrived, he couldn't help but feel anxious.
The previous match had already ended, so it was time for Fu Xi to go on stage. He looked back and saw that Du Feng still hadn't arrived. He turned around in disappointment. Just as he was about to jump into the arena, a voice came from behind.
"Sorry, I'm late!"
Du Feng finally made it. Luckily, Fu Xi's match wasn't the first of the day, otherwise he would have missed it.
"It's good that you're here. I'm going up!"
With the support of his brothers, Fu Xi was in a good mood. He jumped directly into the ring. He wasn't good at lightening his body, so he just used the muscles in his legs to jump straight up, and then fiercely smash into the arena. It was as if someone had thrown a 300-kilogram boulder onto the stage.
His opponent was a little special. He didn't jump or fly up the ring, but floated up. To be more precise, it turned into a cloud of green smoke and floated upwards. That's right, this person was the Poison Sovereign's right-hand man, the Poison Cultivator Huang Zhike.
This person looked gentle, of medium build, and his face was fair and tender. He wasn't wearing any armor, nor was he holding a sword. He was wearing a grayish-blue robe, and he was holding a bamboo scroll in his hand. He looked like a scholar. If he hadn't transformed into a green mist just now, no one would have been able to tell that he was a poison cultivator.
On the other hand, Fu Xi was more than two meters tall, and his muscles were like a lump of iron. Moreover, it had red hair, and its feet were quite scary. He didn't need to wear armor, either, because he had been forging for a long time. His skin, under the heat of the furnace, became stronger than armor. His forearm looked like a red-hot iron pillar, and it looked as if it could roast his opponent.
What did this mean? Du Feng didn't understand what was going on. He knew Poison King was on Zhuo Dong Lai's side, and he didn't get along with the ancient families. Sending one of his subordinates onto the stage was definitely to defeat Fuxi. But today, Grandpa Lan was the referee, and the Fu family's biggest feature was that they weren't afraid of poisons or gases.
They forged under high temperatures for a long time, and their bodies had accumulated a lot of fire. No matter what poison entered their bodies, it would be burned away by the fire. Even if they wanted to fight Fu Xi, they should have sent someone else. Sending a poison cultivator to fight was like sending him to his death.
"Begin!"
Regardless of whether or not Du Feng was confused, the referee announced the start of the match. Fuxi roared and was the first to rush out. His signature move was to step forward with his left foot and reach his left hand in front of him to grab his opponent. If he grabbed his opponent, he would press him to the ground and beat him up. If he didn't, he would step forward with his right foot, and the hammer in his right hand would smash him into a meat patty. This was the style of a pure power fighter, and it was quite exciting to watch.
Things didn't go as smoothly as they seemed. Fu Xi reached out with his left hand, but Huang Zhike dodged to the side. His body wasn't very strong, so it was obvious he was good at movement. But it didn't matter. Fu Xi's hammer was very long, and it wouldn't be easy to dodge it.
Pang!
The hammer came down, and Huang Zhike was smashed to pieces. The fight ended that quickly, and no one could react. The referee didn't announce Fu Xi's victory. According to the rules of the Cloud Ranking, killing wasn't allowed. Why didn't Grandpa Lan organize it?
The arena was covered by a layer of yellow-green poison fog, and no one could see what was going on. They were discussing anxiously below the stage.
"Come out, what are you hiding for!"
Fu Xi knew best whether Huang Zhike was dead or not. When he was hit by the hammer, his body dispersed into smoke, so he wasn't injured at all. This method of dispersing his body and running around the arena to make it hard for his opponent to attack was similar to Master Feng Lei.
As expected, in another corner of the arena, Huang Zhike's body reformed. He was still holding the bamboo scroll, and his clothes were neat and tidy. This style made the hearts of many young female martial artists in the audience beat wildly. They subconsciously thought he was the righteous one, so Fu Xi was treated as a reckless bad guy.
Uh … Seeing the female audience's reaction, Du Feng was speechless. Actually, there wasn't any distinction between good and bad guys in an arena fight, only winners and losers. But from his perspective, he hoped that his good brother, Fu Xi, would win. This stance naturally created a conflict with the female audience in the audience.
Luckily, many of the male audience supported Fu Xi. After all, Huang Zhike was the subordinate of the Poison Sovereign, and poison cultivators weren't popular. Moreover, he came from the West Continent. And Fu Xi came from the mysterious Kun Mountain, and he was born in an ancient clan. With a body full of muscles, it was easy for the male martial artists to sympathize with him.
"Beat him to death, beat him to death, beat that damn fatty to death."
In the eyes of the female audience, Fu Xi was a fatty with red hair who didn't wear clothes properly.
"Beat him to death, beat him to death, beat that pretty boy to death."
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