At this moment, on the arena, everyone still couldn't see Feng Hao's whereabouts. They could only see the afterimage hovering in the air, shaking the space, holding a crimson longsword, constantly slashing down, smashing the pitch-black palm prints that were falling down.
On the surface, it seemed that the afterimage was in a situation where he couldn't change anything. However, the big shots on the high platform saw the drawbacks and advantages.
"If that kid doesn't have any other trump cards, I'm afraid … he's going to lose …"
Wan Hongwen murmured, his brows slightly knitted, revealing a worried look.
At their level, they naturally saw things more clearly. In fact, from the beginning, they had discovered that Feng Hao was at a disadvantage, otherwise, why would he dodge?
And Feng Hao was indeed in such a predicament, almost at his wit's end.
Facing this Divine Physique of the same level, he had no advantage at all. If it wasn't for the power of Sky Punishment, he might have been defeated long ago.
Even so, his situation wasn't much better. It was only a matter of time before he lost.
"That's all?"
The afterimage's eyes were like a sea of blood, like burning flames. His cold eyes were locked on Feng Hao, and a murderous aura rose from his mouth as he spat out cold words.
Originally, he thought that his final opponent would be Leng Yu Sen, but he didn't expect that Leng Yu Sen would be defeated by Feng Hao.
It was an unfair defeat.
He froze the space between heaven and earth, but in the end, he also lost the opportunity to dodge.
The afterimage felt strange. Why didn't Feng Hao use the crazy attack that he used against Leng Yu Sen?
In his opinion, Feng Hao could only threaten him with that kind of attack. As long as he didn't make the same mistake as Leng Yu Sen, he would be able to defeat Feng Hao.
"Is it coming?"
Hearing this, Feng Hao's body tensed up. The Burning Sound rang out in his body, and a pale golden halo surrounded him. Faintly, there was a thin layer of electric arcs flashing around his body.
"Blood Prison Puppet Technique."
The afterimage released a Burning Sound that shook the world. A wave of fiendish energy surged. The entire arena was covered in a hazy bloody mist. It was extremely miserable, as if this was a region of space.
A strange scene took place. Within the Asura Blood Prison that was shrouded in afterimages, several blood-red figures walked out.
They were humanoid puppets of the same height as the afterimage himself. They looked just like his doppelgangers. They were bright red and formed from the Asura blood energy in his body. They all held longswords in their hands and emitted a murderous aura. They were like demonic emissaries that had walked out from hell, terrifying to the soul.
"Swish swish swish …"
Following a thought from him, these blood-red human figures shot up and pounced towards Fenghao with great speed. The longswords in their hands slashed downwards without the slightest hesitation. That kind of might appeared to be not much weaker than the afterimages.
"Universal Sky Traversing Art!"
Feng Hao's heart skipped a beat. He did not dare to face the blood-red puppets that were constantly pouncing towards him. He took a step forward and shuttled back and forth between the space and the outside world like a ghost.
However, there seemed to be no end to these puppets. They continuously walked out of the Blood Prison and filled the two worlds, chasing after Feng Hao.
"Sky Destruction Slash."
Facing such a dense attack, Feng Hao could only give up on condensing the Sky Overturning Palm. He once again condensed a pitch-black greatsword. He took a step forward and slashed at the puppets in front of him.
Fortunately, these puppets only had one-tenth of the afterimage's power. Feng Hao could still deal with them. With the help of the Divine Armament Book in his body, he fought for a long time without feeling any discomfort.
However, these puppets were extremely difficult to deal with. Even if their vital parts were hit or cut in half, they could still regenerate, as if they were immortal.
"Damn it, I can't go on like this."
Looking at the increasing number of puppets in the space, Feng Hao's heart was heavy and his expression was ugly.
He was indeed lacking in resources. The powerful secret techniques that he controlled were only those two. Now, he could not use them against an opponent of the same level.
This made his desire for powerful Secret Skills even more intense.
If he had more tricks up his sleeve, he might be able to display the five talents of the Supreme Physical Body. Then, he would not be in such a predicament.
However, his birth and origin had determined the gap between him and these geniuses.
"Looks like … I can only make a breakthrough. If I can control 20% of the Virtual Martial Strength, my chances of winning will be higher."
Feng Hao's eyes narrowed and he thought of the last method.
At this moment, with the advantage of the Sky Punishment Force and Space Force, he was only slightly weaker than the afterimage. If he could control 20% of the Virtual Martial Strength, then it would not be impossible to defeat the afterimage.
At this moment, his body was in control of metal, wood, water, fire, earth, ice, and thunder. However, he had only comprehended one of the seven ultimate elements, the thunder element. He was unable to use any Origin Energy for the other six.
"Fire."
When he thought about making a breakthrough, the scene of Xie Yandong being pressured by Leng Yu Sen appeared in his mind.
It was a flame that was swaying in the wind and rain and could be extinguished at any time.
People had many different understandings of fire. There was a raging fire that could burn everything. There was an erupting volcano that surged violently. On the contrary, a flame that was in danger and could be extinguished in the next second was not something people cared about.
However, that was the true meaning of fire.
Inextinguishable.
If one could achieve true inextinguishable, then they would have reached the pinnacle.
At this moment, while he was dodging, Feng Hao tried hard to recall that scene …
It was a small flame.
He had already sensed the fluctuations of the Undying Divine Flame several times, so in just a brief moment, there was a peculiar sound resounding in his mind.
When that sound was high, it was like an erupting volcano, boiling lava, burning the heavens and scorching the earth. When it was low, it was like a candle in the wind. There was not the slightest bit of power, but it still stubbornly existed …
Within the Dao-core, the densely covered walls were faintly flashing with fiery light … and the sound seemed to be ringing because of the appearance of these veined patterns.
The veined patterns on the inner wall were the greatest treasure. It seemed to encompass all of the world's great Daos, forming a world of its own. This made it easier for Feng Hao to comprehend the Dao.
And because the nine orifices in the Dao-core were adjusting this sound, it was changing at an extremely fast speed towards the point in Feng Hao's heart …
If an outsider were to find out about this speed, they would definitely exclaim in surprise. This was at least ten times faster than before. Most importantly, he was actually able to adjust his speed even when he was distracted. This was something that no one dared to imagine.
However, in Feng Hao's heart, this seemed to be a matter of course.
[Fifth update.]
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