When Elder Helian received the news that Ye Beiming and Feng Tian were going to compete, he hurried over to the Skywings Arena.
Most of the students from both camps had also rushed over after hearing the news. They wanted to see for themselves which of the two strongest people from both camps was stronger and weaker.
On the arena, the two young geniuses stood facing each other.
Elder Helian and Elder Yu both broke out in cold sweat.
Elder Yu laughed dryly. "Elder Helian, who do you think will win and who will lose in this duel?"
This duel looked like an ordinary one, but in reality, it was the duel that both camps were most concerned about.
From the moment Ye Beiming and Feng Tian entered the Skywings Arena, this duel was bound to happen sooner or later.
There were two conditions for the duel between the Magic Elite Camp and the Warrior Elite Camp. One was that one of them would become the King of Combat, and the other was that one of them would break through first.
However, Feng Tian and Ye Beiming were the current holders of the highest winning streaks in their respective camps. Whoever lost this duel would lose the King of Combat, and the winner would have a very good chance of becoming the King of Combat.
Moreover, Feng Tian and Ye Beiming were both well-known figures in this generation's Elite Camp, so the two elders were very concerned about the outcome of this duel.
Even the other students from the Elite Magician Camp and the Elite Warrior Camp had all rushed over.
Qi and Gufeng were also watching from the sidelines. This duel had tugged at everyone's heartstrings.
Ye Beiming and Feng Tian, one using combat techniques and the other using magic.
Like two fierce tigers, the moment the referee announced the start of the duel, the two's momentum was like a sudden clap of thunder.
Dazzling magic and new combat techniques. The two left the ground at the same time and fought in the air.
For a moment, the audience was dazzled, unable to tell who was stronger and who was weaker.
About a quarter of an hour after the duel started, the two were locked in a fierce battle.
Suddenly, the situation took a turn.
Feng Tian started chanting, and a gray light flashed on his magic scepter.
A magic chain as thick as an arm suddenly appeared and wrapped around Ye Beiming.
Two gray lines represented the secondary magic attribute, space-time magic.
High up in the sky, everything suddenly stopped. The wind in their ears, the clouds in the sky.
Ye Beiming was unable to move and could only be slaughtered.
The students of the elite camp were all dumbfounded at this moment. Even Elder Yu's expression couldn't help but change.
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He also didn't expect that Feng Tian, who was only a Saint Magician, would actually know Profound Magic, Spacetime Seal.
It looked like Ye Beiming was bound to lose.
In the air, Feng Tian looked arrogantly at the immobile Ye Beiming.
He wanted to defeat the geniuses of the elite camp in front of everyone.
From today onwards, there would only be one genius in the elite camp, and that was Feng Tian.
"You won't be able to move. No one below the Martial Sage Realm will be able to break my space-time seal," Feng Tian said proudly.
Spacetime Seal was his Profound Magic.
He boasted that he was a genius because he had comprehended his own Profound Magic when he broke through to the Saint Magician realm.
Although the effect and range of this Profound Magic was very small, it was enough for Ye Beiming, who was only ten meters away.
"I want to use magic to shatter your chest in front of everyone! If you don't want to die, you can beg for mercy. " Feng Tian raised his magic scepter and used the sharp end of the scepter to draw a cross on Ye Beiming's chest.
Feng Tian's magic scepter was fused with a small amount of purple gold and was incomparably hard. It could even break a high-grade armor, let alone a mere body of flesh and blood.
"Oh! If you want to hear me beg for mercy, then come closer. I don't want to beg for mercy in front of so many people. "Although his body was restrained, Ye Beiming still had a satisfied expression on his face, as if he was just looking at the scenery in the sky.
Death was at hand, and he was still afraid of losing face?!
Feng Tian snorted. He was not afraid that Ye Beiming could do anything.
Pressing the end of the magic scepter against Ye Beiming's chest, Feng Tian moved closer.
Ye Beiming's voice lingered in his ears. "Let me tell you a secret. This King was able to crack your Profound Magic when I was 11 years old."
Feng Tian was shocked, and the magic scepter in his hand pierced Ye Beiming's chest.
He did not believe that it was impossible for someone to break through the Spacetime Seal!
There was a distortion in the air, and the magic chains on Ye Beiming's body all shattered with a bang.
He was not afraid of Feng Tian's magic scepter and took a step forward.
A beast-like light flashed in his eyes as he walked forward step by step.
Feng Tian seemed to have seen the most unbelievable thing.
At that moment, Ye Beiming was like a terrifying magical beast, completely unafraid of pain.
It was as if he was already a Sky Magician.
However, Feng Tian realized that his feet suddenly could not move.
This feeling was as if … as if someone had cast a Spacetime Seal on him instead.
Impossible, this was absolutely impossible.
For the first time, fear surged in Feng Tian's heart.
However, from the eyes of the spectators in the spectator seats, they did not notice anything strange about Feng Tian at all.
Ye Beiming smiled cruelly. Fresh blood dripped from his chest.
It was just a spell that could break through the Spacetime Seal. What was there to be proud of? This King had already learned it when he was seven years old.
"Bang!" A punch landed on the bridge of Feng Tian's nose.
Feng Tian only felt intense pain. His face looked as if it had opened a soy sauce shop, and blood and snot gushed out.
Ye Beiming did not use his battle energy. He actually punched Feng Tian again and again.
"This punch is to teach you a lesson for looking down on a little wild cat."
"This punch is to teach you a lesson for offending This King."
"This punch …"
Punch after punch, Ye Beiming only stopped when Feng Tian could not take it anymore and begged for mercy.
At that time, Feng Tian had already been beaten until he did not look human anymore.
Ye Beiming kicked Feng Tian down from the sky and landed face first on the ground.
Ye Beiming's chest was bleeding non-stop, but he did not fall down.
The competition ended just like that.
Except for Feng Tian, no one knew what these two geniuses said to each other.
"Bring Feng Tian back immediately!" Elder Helian turned pale with fright. Ye Beiming's punch was astonishing, and his strength was even more powerful than Elder Gui Yu's.
"Master!"
Silong rushed forward, and Longshui wanted to go forward to help Ye Beiming.
"Go to the Hidden Night Pavilion." Ye Beiming's face was a little pale, and he ignored the concerned Elder Yu and the others.
In front of a group of Mainland Magic Elite Camp students with complicated expressions, Ye Beiming left with Silong.
Elder Helian immediately asked Gu Feng to give Feng Tian emergency treatment.
After the examination, even Elder Helian, who was used to seeing storms and waves, could not help but complain.
Ye Beiming was really ruthless.
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