Yan Zhaoge looked calmly at the world of moonlight.
In his conversation with Elder Meng just now, there was a situation that Yan Zhaoge had actually not told Elder Meng.
As the current Feng Yunsheng still had to temper the supreme Extreme Yin Arts that she cultivated in, she actually had a shortcoming in actual combat against other Maidens of Extreme Yin through the Extreme Yin Crown.
That was, he couldn't endure a protracted battle.
Only a few people knew about this matter. Yan Zhaoge and the others all kept their mouths tightly shut.
In the future, with the passage of time, when the Supreme Extreme Yin Skill was gradually perfected and practiced, this problem would no longer be a problem.
However, for the current Feng Yunsheng, it was best to end the battle as soon as possible. A prolonged battle would cause her to gradually run out of strength.
It just so happened that her current opponent, Turbid Wave Pavilion's Fan Qiu, no matter if it was the martial arts she cultivated in, or her personal combat style, they were all the slowly grinding type.
Fan Qiu did not know Feng Yunsheng's problem, but the way she fought, unintentionally targeted Feng Yunsheng's shortcoming.
And in terms of their current resonance with the Extreme Yin Crown, Fan Qiu was even somewhat superior.
In this way, it would be even more difficult for Feng Yunsheng to win.
Yan Zhaoge, on the other hand, was not in a rush. Having successfully entered the second round, Feng Yunsheng had already achieved her goal. He also very much wanted to see how Feng Yunsheng would act under such a disadvantageous situation.
The battle was still in a stalemate.
The light dragon under the umbrella was still as mighty and fierce as ever. It struck the umbrella, causing it to sway and crack after crack.
However, as the paper umbrella spun, most of the light dragon's strength was dissipated. Moonlight shone down from above, and the cracks rapidly mended.
The two sides fought fiercely for a long time, and the light dragon's power finally began to gradually weaken.
The boundless darkness under the umbrella, the extreme cold and silence annihilated all living things. When the light dragon was at its peak, it was difficult to invade, but now, it began to wear down the light dragon's power.
The flashing black and white light dragon roused itself and roused its spirit. Once again, it stirred up waves and fiercely charged at the paper umbrella.
The paper umbrella spun faster, trying its best to dissipate the power of the light dragon.
After a few waves of attacks, Guang Long's aura dropped once more.
However, Feng Yunsheng's willpower was firm and she was extremely resilient. Even so, she still forcefully circulated her strength and refused to admit defeat.
Low, rising, uncontrollably sliding down again, then trying to rise again.
The light dragon rose and fell like a candle in the wind, refusing to be extinguished.
But everyone could see that under Fan Qiu's stalling and grinding tactics, Feng Yunsheng's strength was gradually being drained like warm water.
He kept urging his power, but after a short burst, he fell into an even deeper trough.
Although it kept rising and falling, the overall trend was that the black-and-white light dragon's power was slowly declining.
Fan Qiu's situation was not good either. She had used up a lot of energy.
Although the current battle style was her specialty, and also the specialty of her supreme Extreme Yin Skill, Feng Yunsheng's explosive power was strong, and her tenacity was also extremely strong.
As they continued to clash, Fan Qiu's strength fell rapidly, and she was no longer at her peak.
In the end, the spinning speed of the paper umbrella had become very slow. The tears that had been torn open were no longer as fast as before.
Both sides were gradually running out of energy in this protracted battle.
Fan Qiu relied on her deeper foundation and her own expertise in this kind of fighting style to steadily gain the upper hand, but even if she won, it would only be a pyrrhic victory.
Looking at the unyielding light dragon amidst the darkness, Elder Meng had a worried look on his face, "Don't let her become like that Little Miss surnamed Yun of the Sacred Sun Clan."
Yan Zhaoge similarly looked at the light dragon, "She won't. Rest easy, Elder Meng."
Looking first at Feng Yunsheng, then at the similarly exhausted Fan Qiu, Elder Meng wanted to say something, but stopped himself.
"Elder is worried that, no matter who wins or loses, in a situation where they have expended a great deal of energy, they would be hard pressed to deal with Meng Wan who easily won the previous round?" Yan Zhaoge seemed to know what Elder Meng was thinking, "This way, it would be equivalent to both us and Turbid Wave Pavilion who have no conflict with each other suffering heavy losses, finally benefiting the enemy, the Sacred Sun Clan, right?"
Hearing his words, Elder Meng sighed, "As a martial practitioner, striving hard for victory is inevitable. Whether it is for strategy or profit, giving way in a battle, life and death, victory or defeat, as long as this thought arises, it would more or less be detrimental to one's faith and will in the martial dao."
"This old man naturally understands this principle, and also has no intention of asking that child to give way. It's just that the current situation really makes one feel regretful."
Yan Zhaoge said, "I understand. Perhaps you still have some considerations in your heart. Since you can't win, why not just conserve your strength, not letting others see through your depth? This way, in the next competition, it might be a little more advantageous."
Elder Meng sighed, not speaking.
Yan Zhaoge said quietly, "The previous question, right, to be honest, in this year's Extreme Yin Bout, actually after seeing the battle between Meng Wan and Jade Sea City's Chen Suting just now, in my eyes, the ownership of the Extreme Yin Crown has already been decided."
Elder Meng swivelled his head to look at Yan Zhaoge, who nodded, "Unless Meng Wan is like back then, with a major problem cropping up in her body, whether it is junior apprentice-sister Feng or Turbid Wave Pavilion's junior apprentice-sister Fan, even at their peak condition, they would also not be able to defeat Meng Wan this year."
"Opponent of flowing water, Meng Wan forged of iron." Yan Zhaoge smacked his lips, "As you said earlier, Elder Meng, in the Extreme Yin Bout, Meng Wan really bore some resemblance to my father when he was young on the path of the martial dao."
"If it is as you put it …" Elder Meng knit his brows slightly. Gazing at the world of moonlight, Yan Zhaoge said softly, "However, some paths must be walked, some things must be done. These are all paths that must be taken."
Yan Zhaoge suddenly smiled slightly, "In the actual process of a battle, one can be flexible and changeable, temporarily avoiding the enemy's sharpness before striking out with a surprise attack, subduing the enemy and obtaining victory. However, in a battle, to fight or not to fight, sometimes, there is no need to choose. Even knowing that you are not a match, you must still dare to fight. "
Hearing his words, Elder Meng's gaze flickered slightly as he swivelled his head to look at the world of moonlight.
Then, he saw that black and white light dragon which had originally already been gradually weakening, seemingly at the end of its road, suddenly erupt with shocking power!
It was even more powerful than when the battle had just begun, surpassing its previous peak state!
Fan Qiu was momentarily stunned.
Before this, she had also always been on guard against Feng Yunsheng holding back, preparing for a final counterattack.
However, as time passed, while Feng Yunsheng had never been willing to give up, unceasingly launching counterattacks, not stopping for even a moment, the overall momentum of her continuing decline indicated that she was gradually running out of oil, imperceptibly lowering Fan Qiu's expectations of her final eruption of power.
That paper umbrella, having experienced countless blows, while it still stood tall, it was currently already extremely weak, no longer as powerful as it had been at the start.
At this moment, Feng Yunsheng erupted with power that far surpassed the norm, the black and white light dragon roaring as it directly ripped the paper umbrella apart!
Bathed under the moonlight, traversing the sky, the light dragon roared proudly to the nine heavens as it arrived before Fan Qiu.
Feng Yunsheng's figure appeared, her face pale as paper, not a single drop of blood visible. However, her expression was calm, her gaze firm as ever, not fluctuating in the least.
"Junior apprentice-sister Fan, thanks for letting me win."
Fan Qiu's face was similarly pale, but she still said sincerely, "Senior apprentice-sister Feng, I admire you. If not for the Extreme Yin Bout, I would already be dead."
The sudden change in the battle situation caused everyone present to sigh in admiration.
They all focused on Feng Yunsheng, unable to shift their gazes away for a long time.
It was the same for Elder Meng, while Yan Zhaoge said, "This is also junior apprentice-sister Feng's final blow. If she doesn't succeed, she will perish. I'm afraid that she won't have any strength left to battle Meng Wan. However, this final match still has to be fought."
As Elder Meng gazed over, Yan Zhaoge said softly, "Some things, are very important. Junior apprentice-sister Feng wants to personally verify them."
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