Two days later, in Jiuwen Stadium, Hexi City.
This was a venue specially built for the Battle of the Warrior Sage. It had a history of several decades, and had only recently been renovated and renovated, increasing the number of spectator seats and adding an additional layer of protection to the original foundation.
The bluestone arena was more than 300 meters in length and width. Because it was often damaged and needed to be repaired, there were no traces of mottling. Only the "exit" of the fighters' passage on the left had a stone tablet. It contained the calligraphy of Old Master Lin Zhongxun, who had called for the establishment of the professional competition.
"The Sage of Martial Arts"!
When the Warrior Sage Battle entered the top thirty-two and the number of matches was reduced to the point where there was no need for additional venues, all the matches returned to this arena. It was nighttime!
As the last of the eight matches on the first day, Lou Cheng didn't pay much attention to the previous matches. Instead, he went through his thoughts and insights from watching Feng Zhi's videos over and over again in his mind. He was focused and serious.
Only when the penultimate match began did he stop everything, allowing his mind to relax and not be too tense.
His gaze rested on the big screen in the waiting room. He saw Peng Leyun being suppressed by Kirin, Dong Baxian. Peng Leyun was forced into a passive position. There were a few times when he tried his best to counterattack or use his movement techniques, but they were all fleeting like waves in a raging river.
"No wonder he's one of the top three in the world …" Lou Cheng muttered to himself, half laughing and half in awe.
If he were in Priest's shoes, he wouldn't be able to do better than Lou Cheng!
As he admired the battle, he picked up his phone and browsed through the news. Then, he sent the title and link to Yan Zheke.
"Gold Testing Battle"!
"You can't make it to the final stage with words!"
"Lou Cheng's test is here!"
"Make it if you're a super-class!"
…
Yan Zheke replied quickly. [Flipping table expression]
"Are you looking for excitement by reading this? I didn't tell you before! "
She was afraid that it would affect Lou Cheng's state of mind.
Lou Cheng replied, [Snickering expression] "I'm looking for excitement to increase the feeling of cutting off all means of retreat!"
"That works … [Dumbfounded expression]" replied Yan Zheke.
She thought of the Pure Heart and roughly understood the reason. She didn't ask any further and turned to encouragement.
"Not only do you have to fight to the death, but you also have to look down on your opponent strategically. You have to feel that your opponent is not as good as you, and you have to have the confidence to win!"
"Apart from hair, I really can't think of any part where he is worse than me …" Lou Cheng joked deliberately.
"Who said so?" Yan Zheke replied. "You have a wife, but he doesn't!"
"… That makes sense!" Lou Cheng almost burst out laughing. Then, he remembered some gossip and shared it with Ke excitedly. "Empress Luo mentioned something yesterday. She said that when Feng Zhi was still a Professional Ninth Pin fighter, he went out with a few bad friends from his sect for the first time. He found an indecent clubhouse and shouted something. In the end, the others took a girl away while he took Mama Sang."
When this happened, no one knew that Feng Zhi would become a super-class expert in the end. His gang of scoundrels had no intention of covering up for him at all. Instead, they treated it as a joke and spread it out. From then on, as his strength increased step by step, the news of his preferences became more and more widespread.
Yan Zheke replied, "I really couldn't tell from his appearance … You really can't judge a book by its cover!"
Feng Zhi looked honest and had a simple temperament. Coupled with his early balding, he was like an old farmer planting trees on Mount Kongtong.
As they chatted, the match between Peng Leyun and Dong Baxian came to an end. Although Peng Leyun had come back from the brink of defeat again and again, which made people look at him in a new light, he still couldn't create a miracle in the end.
Poor Taoist … After lamenting about his luck, Lou Cheng said to Yan Zheke,
"I'm going to adjust my condition and make the final preparations."
"Okay, good luck!" Replied Yan Zheke immediately. Then, she bit her lips and added, "If you can achieve your goal this time, I … I'll take it one day at a time. Erm, I'll listen to you!"
Lou Cheng seemed to be able to picture Yan Zheke's current expression and appearance in his mind. He thought for a few seconds and replied half-jokingly with an emoji of snorting through nostrils.
"If I lose, it's definitely because of this encouragement that I can't calm down …"
"So it's my fault?" Yan Zheke was annoyed and amused at the same time.
The couple didn't talk much. Lou Cheng put down his phone and closed his eyes. He allowed his thoughts to calm down and form an Ice Heart. Little by little, he adjusted his body condition.
…
In another resting room, Feng Zhi stood in front of a mirror. Holding hair gel, he applied what little hair he had left and arranged it into the most suitable position.
While doing this, his eyes were focused and his expression was solemn. Just like ancient swordsmen, they would always burn incense, fast, bathe, and clean their clothes before a duel.
Devotion to the sword and importance to the enemy!
After doing all this, Feng Zhi flicked his beige martial arts suit. Straightening his back, he slowly walked to the long table where the Heaven's Equal Sword was placed.
Reaching out his right hand, he grasped the scabbard and solemnly picked it up. Suddenly, a breeze blew around him. He turned around and looked at the door. Step by step, he walked towards it.
…
Fifteen minutes later, the eighth round of the competition started. Lou Cheng in his navy blue outfit and Feng Zhi in his white robe appeared at the two ends of the bright "road".
They restrained their momentum and looked at each other calmly. They walked as usual in the venue that had been repaired urgently and came to their predetermined positions on both sides of the referee.
Without any delay, the "talk time" began.
Feng Zhi raised his left hand holding the scabbard and saluted. His movements were perfect, as though to him, drawing his sword in a competition was a sacred thing.
When his opponent returned the salute, he didn't speak, as though he was clumsy with words. However, Lou Cheng knew that Feng Zhi was good at communicating in private situations.
He didn't speak only because it was disrespectful to the sword!
All mental confrontations and verbal provocations were disrespectful to the sword!
Lou Cheng didn't intend to provoke his opponent with his dark history. Who knows, Feng Zhi might even be proud of it. He kept silent as well. Hiding his momentum, he let the flames of crimson, pale purple, and others form a balance and circle around him.
The three minutes were quickly raised. The referee, who had retreated to the edge, raised his right hand and swung it down.
"Begin!"
Clang!
The crisp sound of metal clashing reverberated. Feng Zhi pulled out his long sword and slashed twice in front of him. It was as though he was drawing a cross on a piece of white paper.
With two swishing sounds, two highly condensed green crescents as thin as cicada's wings appeared. One in front and one behind, they intersected and tore through the air.
Lou Cheng didn't dodge. The golden fireball behind him turned and blasted out.
The crescent-like sword radiance approached, splitting the fireball into four equal parts like a real sharp weapon. The sword penetrated through, but its momentum was only slightly reduced.
At this moment, the golden fireball suddenly lost its balance and exploded on the spot. The waves swallowed the sword radiance as though it was still under control.
After testing his moves, Feng Zhi stomped his feet and pounced toward his opponent. The long sword in his hand slashed and slashed, creating streaks of lightning-fast "Cyan Crescent Moon", making the air light crisscrossing.
Lou Cheng turned and took a step forward, stirring up a strong wind. He dodged, blocked, dodged, and struck in an orderly manner.
Amidst the green crescents, there was a flash of light. Feng Zhi's long sword arrived abruptly, leaving behind a dragon-shaped hurricane that stirred up dust and the sound of close pursuit.
Lou Cheng had a premonition. He had already swung his arm diagonally at the Heaven's Equal Sword. The Five Flames behind him spun faster, as though they were about to condense.
But in the end, he suppressed the urge to end the battle in one go. He believed that as a super-class expert, Feng Zhi wouldn't leave such a huge opening. He wouldn't go head-on against the Nine Rotations of Five Flames. Descend of the Sun.
He must have a backup plan hidden in this strike to provoke me into condensing the Five Flames … With a thought, Lou Cheng stabilized his balance. He channeled all the Ice Force in his body into his fist, intending to use the Lament of the Ice Queen to block the long sword.
Just as the two were about to collide, the sword radiance suddenly dispersed, turning into a gust of wind that swept across the area. Feng Zhi's figure was hidden within, making it difficult to discover him.
The third move of the Wind Sect, Rootless Duckweed!
This was both a unique skill for deflecting force and a secret technique for dodging!
Whoosh! The wind entered his ears and cut his face like a knife. Lou Cheng's eyebrows twitched. He pulled his shoulder abruptly, turning his right fist into a claw, and brought it in front of his face.
In the gust of wind, the tip of a sword with a metallic glow and a tiny cyan color stuck out silently, pointing at his forehead. But as he had predicted, it was as though he was walking into a trap.
Bam! Lou Cheng's five fingers, which glowed black, broke the tiny cyan color around the tip of his opponent's sword.
The cyan color was the wind formed by Lou Cheng's force, maintaining the balance of the long sword. As soon as it broke, the tip of the sword trembled, slightly changing its direction. It stuck close to the back of Lou Cheng's hand and pierced towards his face. The cold feeling gave him goosebumps.
"Indefinite Sword!"
Generations of Mighty Ones of the Kongtong School had developed a sword art based on the Wind Sect. It was said to be unpredictable!
The essence of this sword art was that the wind force attached to it was not meant to hurt, but to protect the sword and maintain its balance. Once it came into contact with a strong external force, the wind force would immediately lose its balance and change the direction of the long sword, which was out of the enemy's expectation.
As for where the sword would stab in the end, the user himself couldn't tell, so it was called Indefinite Sword!
Lou Cheng's hair stood on end, as if a poisonous snake was slithering across his skin. But he didn't rush to dodge the long sword. He just tilted his head, tightened his muscles, swung his knee, and raised his left foot, turning his calf into a whip and lashing forward.
Bam!
He kicked the scabbard that was coming at his lower abdomen at some point!
This was Feng Zhi's real killing move!
Using Indefinite Sword to force the enemy into a panic, he would grab the scabbard and give a fatal blow!
When the enemy had some understanding of the move and was prepared, he would be able to turn illusions into reality and reality into illusions, using Indefinite Sword as the main attack!
Of course, there was no such thing as a perfect move in this world. Maintaining Indefinite Sword was difficult, and Feng Zhi couldn't divert his attention to stab the scabbard at the same time. He could only wait until the balance was broken and the uncontrollable wind force automatically changed the direction of the sword tip. Only then could he free up his hands for the next step.
This created the difference between before and after, leaving a gap!
When Lou Cheng's flying leg hit the scabbard, white fog spread out around his palm, freezing the air silently and making it sparkle.
He made the Lament of the Ice Queen explode in the void!
Layers of ice crystals stacked on top of each other. The inertia of the sword tip and the wind force gradually slowed down, making it more and more difficult for it to move.
Whoosh!
Failing to succeed in one move, Feng Zhi spread out again, turning into a black tornado that connected to the flickering lights of the Heavenly Dome.
Under the "Dome of Heaven", there were even cracked bricks. It was like a hurricane in a documentary!
Lou Cheng was at the center of the tornado. He felt that the black winds that formed the tornado had a sharp edge, as though they were all derived from Feng Zhi's sword radiance and couldn't be underestimated.
If I were to be enveloped by the tornado, I would definitely be sliced into pieces … Lou Cheng understood that this was a combination of his opponent's powerful mind and moves. First, he would confuse his opponent before slashing his body.
The eighth move of the Wind Sect, Black Calamity, Sweeping Hurricane!
What was more terrifying was that there was a faint stench of blood drifting in the wind, slowly corroding Lou Cheng's body.
At this moment, the best response was to blast out Five Flames and destroy the tornado with pure explosive waves, revealing Feng Zhi's spinning and slicing longsword.
Lou Cheng did the same, but he purposely left the golden and light blue flames behind, combining the three flames into one.
Bam! He punched out with his left fist. The light purple flames combined into one and expanded.
The dazzling light tore through the darkness, turning the entire area white. The tumbling smoke disintegrated the tornado, creating countless turbulence. The huge explosion shook the earth, creating an obvious and wide pothole!
In such an environment, Lou Cheng's clothes were fluttering, and his senses were at their lowest. But without thinking, he turned his body halfway, swung his right arm, and struck back!
Clang!
His fist accurately hit the longsword piercing through the waves of fire and wind, knocking it back.
This was partly due to his premonition of danger, and partly due to his judgment. When the three flames combined, the only place where he could still launch an attack was behind him, which was covered by his body!
Since his sneak attack failed, Feng Zhi took a step back with a kick of his knee. Using the wind, he floated up as though he was weightless. Then, surrounded by the wind, he hovered in mid-air!
At his level of mastery of the Wind Sect, he could fly for a period of time. This was also his advantage over most Physical Invulnerability experts!
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
Feng Zhi was like an eagle. With the strong wind as his wings, he swooped down. The longsword in his hand emitted streaks of green light. Sometimes, he would hover high, rotate, and cut. Other times, he would seal off his surroundings.
During this process, even if there was no collision, he could use the wind to rise again. Swoosh!
Swoosh! Swoosh! Lou Cheng blocked, dodged, or used the remaining golden and light blue flames as the foundation to quickly form fireballs and shoot them at high altitudes.
However, his counterattacks were all easily dodged by Feng Zhi. His opponent's movements were smooth and nimble, even better than a bird's.
Poof! After Lou Cheng threw out a light blue fireball, he was slightly slower in dodging. His back was slashed by two streaks of sword light. They broke through the ice and tore open a bloody wound. Poof!
Poof! Poof! For three whole minutes, without air control, he was like a trapped beast. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't break free. More and more wounds appeared on his body. Failure was only a matter of time!
Another twenty seconds passed. In mid-air, Feng Zhi suddenly flipped upside down. Using his longsword as a drill, he created a terrifying tornado that was highly condensed.
When the tornado fell on Lou Cheng, his sword bent, bounced up, and drifted into the distance.
His flight was forcibly simulated by the Wind Sect's Force and unique skills. He couldn't maintain it for long. He had to rest for a while before he could continue.
Of course, Feng Zhi wasn't an idiot. He wouldn't wait until he was at the end of his rope before he took a breath. He would leave some room for accidents. He didn't want to stagnate in mid-air and fall to the slaughter.
At this juncture, his eyes lit up. Ignoring the tornado that was sweeping towards him, he gathered his Qi and blood and directed the Dan Force to his legs.
Bam! With a bend and a push, the ground shattered. He soared into the air. Surrounded by golden, light purple, and light blue flames, he pounced on Feng Zhi like a cannonball.
He had been holding on for a long time. This was the moment he had been waiting for!
Every Physical Invulnerability expert knew that Feng Zhi couldn't fly for long. However, other than the experts of the Shushan Study who practiced the unique skills of the Fighting Sect, no one dared to take advantage of this. This was because his opponent wouldn't fall into his weakest state. Moreover, that was his territory. If he tried to take advantage of such an opportunity, he could easily go for wool and come home shorn, putting himself on the brink of defeat.
While analyzing his opponent's battle highlights, Lou Cheng keenly sensed that this might be his only chance. Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to defeat an opponent who was at his peak and had an insane advantage.
This wasn't to say that Feng Zhi would be careless or negligent. It was just that after a long period of "Enduring Peacetime", he wouldn't be more cautious and careful when facing enemies other than the Shushan Study. He wouldn't hold back depending on the opponent.
Anyway, no one would try, right?
This was his chance!
I know how to fly for a short period of time too!
Succeed or die trying!
Launching a "rocket", Lou Cheng closed the distance between him and his opponent.
Seeing this, Feng Zhi's eyes flickered. The wind around him blew, allowing him to drift away. He raised the sword in his hand and slashed at the enemy who was flying towards him.
Bam! The Emperor Yan in Lou Cheng's body exploded. He turned in the air and dodged the green sword light.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh! Feng Zhi's expression didn't change. He continued to turn and soar into the sky like an eagle.
Bam bam! Lou Cheng followed suit and changed directions, closing the distance a little.
The wind howled as Feng Zhi flew up, hanging by a wire. The Heaven's Equal Sword in his hand shone brightly as he chased after the enemy who had exhausted his momentum and was about to fall.
At this moment, light blue flames gushed out from under Lou Cheng's feet. They burned through his shoes and lifted him up again.
"Jet Counterattack", a rocket in the air!
Feng Zhi's eyes turned cold. Half of the green wind around him disintegrated and whizzed downwards.
Boom!
With a sudden explosion, the golden fireball that Lou Cheng hadn't been willing to use exploded. It turned into a violent gust of wind, injuring Feng Zhi's back and pushing him forward.
Feng Zhi's pupils shrank. He disintegrated the rest of the green wind, moved horizontally, and slashed out a sword light.
Boom! Boom!
Light blue and light purple exploded one after another. One blocked the sword light, while the other helped to change directions.
The tumbling clouds split open. Lou Cheng stepped out and finally closed in on Feng Zhi.
At this critical juncture, Feng Zhi's martial arts suit suddenly swelled as though a gust of wind had formed within it. In an instant, he rose up again.
Just as the audience was sighing at Lou Cheng's exhausted moves, his body suddenly became light as though he was weightless. The flames under his feet burned freely, causing the cold to sink and the heat to rise.
The Ice Spirit in his body was dark and empty, symbolizing the coldness of the universe. It was silence without substance.
With a light step, Lou Cheng followed suit. He shook his left arm and threw a punch at Feng Zhi.
Feng Zhi finally stopped changing directions. The longsword in his hand flashed as he slashed fiercely.
His "flight" had reached its limit.
Lou Cheng cracked his knuckles and opened his fingers. He grabbed his opponent's sword and infused the accumulated Ice Spirit in his body into it.
A layer of crystal formed and spread towards Feng Zhi. At the same time, Lou Cheng's right hand grabbed the scabbard that his opponent was pulling at him.
Bam bam bam! Bam bam bam!
Both of them swung, kicked, kicked, and tapped their legs. They kept colliding and falling together.
While falling, Lou Cheng and Feng Zhi simultaneously used the Simplified Army Formula and Nature's Wail to attack each other's minds. Both of them felt dizzy. Neither of them had the time to adjust and prepare for their "big moves."
But for Lou Cheng, this couldn't be better.
As the power of Ice Spirit poured out, it affected Feng Zhi's movements and counteracted the Wind Force in his body. On the other hand, due to the balance between Ice and Fire, the Fire Force in Lou Cheng's body gradually gathered and accumulated.
Bam, bam, bam!
Just as the two of them were about to land, Lou Cheng suddenly released his grip on his opponent's longsword and scabbard. Two heavy, faint purple fireballs drilled out.
Boom!
The fireballs exploded, injuring Feng Zhi's body and throwing him a little higher. Lou Cheng, who had retracted his hand in time, used the recoil to land first. Without the time to adjust his breathing, he immediately formed a seal with his hands and exhaled.
"Formation!"
The airflow contracted instantly, imprisoning Feng Zhi who couldn't "fly". He was at the end of his rope and couldn't break free in time.
Bam! Lou Cheng gathered his breathing and blood and leaped into the air again. He grabbed Feng Zhi who had just broken out of the cage, infused him with Ice Spirit, and slammed him to the ground.
Boom!
Amidst the dust, a crater appeared. Feng Zhi lay in the middle, dizzy. Lou Cheng, who had been forced to catch his breath, fell to the ground and pressed his elbow against his throat.
Clang!
His Heaven's Equal Sword landed at the edge of the crater, making a crisp sound.
The referee raised his right hand and announced in a deep voice,
"Lou Cheng wins!"
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