"Bang!"
Du Feng's kick landed squarely on the opponent's lower abdomen. The lower abdomen was the location of the Dantian, which was very important to a martial artist. This kick was fast and ruthless, coupled with the force of the youth in blue's charge.
The force of the kick penetrated into the Dantian, directly dispersing the youth's True Essence. He felt his whole body go soft, unable to resist at all, even unable to support the True Essence shield. Like a broken sack, he was sent flying backward.
During the process of flying, he thought of stopping his body. Because once he flew out of the range of the arena, he would lose the match. However, his Dantian had suffered a heavy blow, and his True Essence wouldn't be able to circulate in a short period of time. Even his sword had fallen on the arena, how could he stabilize his body?
Therefore, everyone watched as the youth in blue fell from the arena like a wild goose that had been shot by an arrow. Fortunately, he was caught by his fellow disciples.
"Hey, number 521, don't forget your sword."
The other party didn't announce his name, and Du Feng didn't know his name, so he directly shouted number 521. After shouting, he picked up the dark blue sword and was about to throw it down.
The youth in blue fell off the arena, and he hadn't even caught his breath. He wanted to say that he wanted his weapon back, but when he opened his mouth, no sound came out. Therefore, he waved his hand anxiously, indicating for Du Feng to return the sword to him.
"What do you mean you don't want it?"
Du Feng was about to throw it, but when he saw the other party waving his hand, he took it back.
The youth in blue was anxious. How could he not want such a good sword? Of course, he wanted it, but he couldn't catch his breath, and his throat couldn't make a sound. Therefore, he desperately waved his hand, trying to let the other party understand what he meant.
"Okay, I understand, then I'll keep it as a souvenir."
After saying that, Du Feng nodded and smiled at the other party, and then naturally kept the dark blue sword. From the beginning to the end, it felt like the two of them had made a friend. Du Feng did not take the opportunity to stab his opponent to death with his Canyang Sword Qi. Instead, he asked if he wanted his weapon.
The blue-clad young man seemed to be moved. He was so moved that he could not speak. He even gave his weapon to the other party.
"What's going on? Were they really dancing on a blind date?"
Fu Xi didn't understand either. Judging from the scene, it seemed that the two of them had a good relationship, except for Du Feng's back kick.
"Puchi!"
Even a serious person like Canyang couldn't help but laugh. He understood Du Feng the best. It would be a waste not to take a precious sword. Whether the blue-clothed youth wanted it or not, he would eventually take the sword away.
"My … my …"
The blue-clothed youth's breath finally turned for the better. He hurriedly shouted for his weapon to be retrieved. In the end, his master sent him a secret message, and he immediately shut up. Although he had lost the battle just now, he did not suffer any serious injuries. Moreover, the other party behaved very amiably, and did not seem to have any deep hatred.
Overall, the blue-clothed youth lost with dignity. He just took it as a moment of carelessness and was successfully sneak attacked by the other party's back kick. Now that he had already left the arena, it would be a little embarrassing to ask for his weapon back.
Du Feng happily left the arena and then walked back to Fu Xi's side. A large number of spectators were left there, discussing the battle just now.
"What's going on? I don't understand it."
"I don't understand it either. Do the two of them know each other? Why did they run a few laps and then fly out? "
"I don't think they ran a few laps. They danced for a while and then flew out. Is it a performance before the match?"
"Who said it wasn't? How can there be such a thing as a free weapon after the match?"
Everyone was discussing it. They did not understand the relationship between No. 666 and No. 521. Of course, this confusion was limited to those who were not strong enough. As for those who were strong enough, they had already seen through it. Du Feng had purposely run around to make the blue-clothed youth lower his guard. Then, he would catch him off guard and send him flying with a kick.
This fighting method was indeed very smart, but it also exposed one of his weaknesses. He really did not know any high-level Immortal Arts or Mystiques.
"I wonder how far this kid can go. Let's continue watching."
Most of the Immortal Emperors were certain that Du Feng did not know any other Immortal Arts or Mystiques. That was why he used such an opportunistic method. As for the Azure Emperor, the Flame Emperor, and the other Five Emperors of the Heavenly Court, they just smiled and did not say anything. This was only the first match. Who knew if this brat was hiding any ultimate moves? They might as well continue watching.
"I'll go back first. I don't think there will be any matches between the two of you today."
After all, Du Feng was done with today's matches. He wanted to leave after saying goodbye. However, before he could leave, he heard the Yellow Emperor announce a new match. No. 777 versus No. 520.
"No. 777 … I think it's me."
Fu Xi looked at his number plate. It really was him.
"Alright, I'll leave after you finish your match."
Du Feng wanted to watch Fu Xi's match. He was also very curious about who his opponent would be. In the end, he saw the junior brother of the blue-clothed youth leaping onto the stage lightly.
Uh … Was this intentional? Or was it really a small world? Why was he facing the disciple of that Four Revolutions Immortal Emperor again?
The arrangement of the match could be considered fair. This was because Du Feng was a sixth-level Immortal Lord Cultivation, and the blue-clothed youth was also a sixth-level Immortal Lord. On the other hand, Fu Xi was a first-level Immortal Lord early-stage Immortal Lord Cultivation, while his opponent was a first-level Immortal Lord late-stage Immortal Lord. No matter what, they were both first-level Immortal Lords. There was not much difference between them.
The only problem was that Fu Xi had just become the disciple of the Flame Emperor. He had only learned a little of his new abilities and was not very familiar with them. He would probably have to rely on his ancestral techniques to fight.
"What do you think that old geezer Yellow Emperor is trying to do? Is he trying to make enemies for the Flame Emperor?"
The Celestial Thearch could not understand the Yellow Emperor's intentions. Logically speaking, he should have arranged for the Flame Emperor's disciple to fight the Azure Emperor's disciple. Although it was a drawing of lots, this was something that the organizers could manipulate.
The Flame Emperor and the Azure Emperor were on the same side. Letting their disciples fight each other was the best way to wear them down. For some reason, the Yellow Emperor actually wanted the Flame Emperor's disciple to fight the disciple of a Four Revolutions Immortal Emperor.
"Not necessarily. Perhaps he wants to embarrass the Flame Emperor."
The Celestial Thearch raised his eyebrows and played with his hair. Her every frown and every smile captivated the Celestial Thearch. Regardless of whether the Celestial Thearch was captivated or not, many male martial artists were secretly watching her from the corner of their eyes.
They did not dare to turn and look at her directly, afraid that the Celestial Thearch would castrate them in anger.
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