Battle Will was the will of a person. It was boundless, but it wasn't a material form of energy. However, it was precisely this kind of non-material energy that could unleash an unimaginable might when accumulated to a certain extent. It could even surpass material energy.
However, there were very few people that could use Battle Will. At most, it was a kind of Aura.
In reality, Aura was also a formless energy. However, it could still injure others. Furthermore, Aura was something that everyone possessed. However, it depended on the situation. Generally speaking, when a weakling faced an expert, it would be useless no matter how powerful his Aura was.
However, Battle Will was different. As long as Battle Will existed, there would be nothing to fear. One would dare to face everything and be able to unleash 200% of one's strength.
Under this kind of external pressure, Fenghao's fighting intent rose once again. The dense and fierce energy was like the edge of a divine sword, able to cut through everything, piercing through the heavens and earth. Even the surrounding energy tide that was sweeping over was directly broken apart. He was like a stubborn rock within the torrent, standing tall without falling, tenaciously existing.
When the person in charge of the Mang Flame Clan saw this scene, his face instantly darkened. Killing intent overflowed in every direction. Suddenly, a majestic aura that could shake the heavens and earth erupted from his body. It surged like a storm. His entire body had turned into a sharp arrow as a mysterious diagram condensed on his palm. Along with an imposing aura that seemed as if the heavens were pressing down, it rumbled towards Feng Hao.
Such speed was something that Feng Hao couldn't catch. Due to the influence of the external energy tide, even if he could move, his speed was extremely slow. It was impossible for him to dodge.
"Sky Flipping Palm."
Since there was nowhere to hide, there was no need to hide. With a flip of his hand, a greyish palm that was filled with sharp Battle Will and eerie white lightning arcs was formed. Without any hesitation, Fenghao pushed it forward, before smashing against the Mysterious Diagram that was charging over.
"Boom …"
Following a deafening explosion, the entire stage shook. With the point of collision as the epicenter, a bright and dazzling light erupted, causing people to be unable to look directly at it.
At the centre of the collision, some of the sharp-eyed people could see that when the Mysterious Diagram and the grey-coloured palm collided, spiderweb-like cracks had appeared on the grey-coloured palm at the point of contact. In the end, it exploded as an intense energy frantically swept out. Under the suppression of the aura of the person in charge of the Manchurian Flame Clan, it directly exploded towards Fenghao's direction.
"Bang …"
A human figure flew out from within the swirling energy tide and retreated over a dozen meters. His entire body was already dripping with blood due to the erosion of the energy tide. Numerous frightening wounds had appeared on his body.
"Puff."
As the surrounding energy surged over, it charged towards his body. His five viscera and six bowels rolled, causing Feng Hao to be unable to endure it. Once again, he spat out a mouthful of blood. His face was as pale as paper, without any colour. It was so pale that it was a little frightening. The aura on his body had also weakened.
In the instant when he stabilised his footing, he saw the person in charge of the Mang Flame Clan rapidly charging towards him.
"Bang Bang Bang …"
Time after time, Feng Hao was sent flying again and again. His entire person was in an even more miserable state than the previous one. Even his body was a little damaged. He was like a person covered in blood, with wounds all over his body. Fresh blood flowed out from the wounds that were strewn all over his body. It was an extremely horrifying sight.
However, he still stood there. He did not retreat, nor did he admit defeat. This caused everyone present to be silent. If such injuries were to fall on them, not to mention resisting, it would be difficult for them to even stand.
However, even so, Feng Hao still stood there. It was as if there was an indescribable willpower supporting him. His gaze was still firm and his expression was indifferent. He had even forgotten about the pain on his body. He was like a javelin that stubbornly persisted in the storm.
"Big Brother Hao …"
Below the stage, Joan Of Arc, Yan Qing, and Little Qing Meng already had tears in their eyes. However, in order to not let Feng Hao worry about them, they clenched their teeth and did not allow themselves to cry out loud. They stood there with red eyes, allowing the tears to flow down their cheeks.
Although their expressions were miserable, there was a smear of determination in the depths of their eyes. It was so cold that it could freeze everything.
It was hatred and determination. If Feng Hao fell, they would definitely launch a crazy revenge.
Perhaps they could not do it now, but in the future, they would definitely aim to destroy the Mangyan Clan.
Even Joan Of Arc, who had always been weak, became strong at this moment.
On the other hand, Dongfang Zheng was a little impatient. He wanted to admit defeat several times, but he was stopped by Little Ball.
It seemed that in Little Ball's mind, this was not Feng Hao's limit …
"Boom …"
Suddenly, a thunderous sound exploded in the stage. The person in charge of the Mangyan Clan broke through the energy tide that erupted from the Sky-Overturning Handprint. He rushed up and directly pressed his palm on the chest of the retreating Feng Hao …
"Bang."
Immediately, blood spurted out and Fenghao's entire chest split open. Even his internal organs could be seen. His entire body was sent flying like duckweed and landed in the distance. It was unknown whether he was dead or alive. Even his breathing became faintly discernible.
"Big Brother Hao …"
"Feng Hao …"
"Lord Feng …"
All sorts of exclamations resounded in the Human Race's camp. Everyone's face was filled with panic, especially Joan Of Arc and the other two women. They were even in so much pain that they wanted to die.
The person in charge of the Mangyan Clan, who was standing on the stage, and all the people in the Mangyan Clan's camp behind him, revealed a complacent and sinister smile.
In everyone's view, Feng Hao was already dead. His entire chest had been blasted open in front of everyone. It was impossible for him to survive.
This great trouble had finally been eliminated.
The person in charge of the Mangyan Clan looked at the body that was getting more and more tattered and finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Bastard."
Dongfang Zheng's heart was filled with regret and self-blame. He hated himself for not admitting defeat in time. Instead, he allowed Feng Hao to fight on this battlefield with such a great disparity in strength.
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