In the face of the incoming lightning storm, Huo Feng's expression remained terrifyingly calm. He didn't shift his stance or prepare a defensive posture; he simply stood there, completely unmoving.
"Are all Shrek people this arrogant? They don't even bother to dodge attacks?"
"Arrogant? I think he's just stupid!"
On the stands, the students of Heaven Dou Royal Academy voiced their strong disdain, scoffing at Huo Feng's apparent inaction. To them, his refusal to dodge Yu Tianheng's attack looked less like confidence and more like he had been scared silly.
If Tang San hadn't been the first to appear in the previous match, the audience might not have jumped to such harsh conclusions. They might have assumed Huo Feng was a hidden master waiting for the right moment. But Tang San, who had been beaten to a pulp by Shi Mo just moments ago, had also stood on the stage unmoving, pretending to be a master. The next second, he was beaten until his head was bleeding. Therefore, most people had already categorized Huo Feng and Tang San as the same type: boastful weaklings.
However, the perspective on the stage was entirely different. Yu Tianheng, who was currently locked in combat with Huo Feng, felt an indescribable pressure weighing down on him. He clearly remembered the past. At the Soto Fighting Arena, the Royal Fight Team had been almost single-handedly wiped out by Huo Feng. At that time, this guy had looked exactly like this—calm, unmoving, and utterly terrifying.
"Gulp."
Yu Tianheng swallowed nervously, sweat forming on his brow. He was ready to unleash his Fourth Spirit Ability at any moment, but he hesitated. That ability was his absolute trump card. Once unleashed, his Spirit Power would be completely drained. If that final strike couldn't defeat Huo Feng, he would have no choice but to surrender.
"Swish!"
Just then, the long sword in Huo Feng's hand trembled lightly. In an instant, it transformed, expanding into a broad, thick giant sword that shimmered with blinding light.
"Third Spirit Ability—Light Wing Slash!"
Huo Feng unleashed his Third Spirit Ability without hesitation. Three distinct blades of sword qi, emitting dazzling white light, flashed out instantly to meet the incoming storm.
"Sizzle!"
The sword qi collided violently with the lightning arrows formed by Yu Tianheng's Thunderbolt. The two terrifying energies began to entangle and devour each other, filling the air with the sharp scent of ozone. But after only two breaths, the result was clear. All the lightning arrows unleashed by Yu Tianheng vanished into thin air, utterly destroyed.
However, only one of the three sword qi blades from the Light Wing Slash was consumed in the exchange. The remaining two tore through the air, whistling straight towards Yu Tianheng with undiminished momentum.
Yu Tianheng was instantly shocked. He didn't dare to hold back any longer.
"Buzz!"
The fourth Spirit Ring on his right arm suddenly lit up, pulsating with power. The age of this Spirit Ring exceeded five thousand years, granting it immense potency. It was Yu Tianheng's most powerful offensive skill, his final gamble.
"Fourth Spirit Ability—Blue Lightning Divine Dragon Swift!"
The moment his voice fell, all of Yu Tianheng's remaining Spirit Power began to rush out of his body, condensing in the air in front of him. The speed of the formation was incredible. In just about five seconds, the raw Spirit Power coalesced into a tangible blue electric dragon, over one meter long and crackling with destructive energy.
"Charge!" Yu Tianheng roared.
The blue electric dragon surged forward with a deafening roar. Its breath carried flickering lightning as it slammed into the incoming attack. The two remaining sword qi blades from Huo Feng's Light Wing Slash were smashed apart consecutively by the dragon's overwhelming power.
The students of Heaven Dou Royal Academy in the surrounding stands went into a frenzy at the display.
"I didn't expect Senior Yu Tianheng to have already broken through to the Spirit Ancestor realm at level forty! He's truly too strong!" one student shouted, his face full of admiration.
"Yes, Senior Yu Tianheng should still be under eighteen, right? He's already reached the Spirit Ancestor realm; his future is limitless!"
At the same time, many young girls in the audience stared at Yu Tianheng with infatuated expressions. His handsome appearance, combined with the rugged power of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Spirit, made him the secret crush of many.
"Wow, Senior Yu Tianheng is really too handsome!"
"Isn't that the truth? He's so handsome he's stolen my heart!"
"Looking at the situation on the field, it's estimated that Senior Yu Tianheng will soon claim victory in this match."
Everyone stared excitedly at the thrilling blue electric dragon as it continued its charge. As the electric dragon spewed energy, streaks of lightning shot toward Huo Feng, threatening to consume him.
Facing this, Huo Feng simply shook his head gently. In the next second, his own fourth Spirit Ring instantly lit up.
"Buzz!"
The black Spirit Ring spiraled upwards, emitting a brilliant, oppressive light that silenced the crowd.
"What? He's also a level forty Spirit Ancestor?!"
The expressions of the spectators immediately shifted. Although they still wanted to believe in Yu Tianheng, the realization that his opponent was of equal rank changed everything. Two Spirit Ancestors clashing was a completely different level of battle. And those with keen eyes remembered—Huo Feng's previous attacks had been dangerously sharp.
"Swish!"
With a gentle flick of his right hand, the massive Light Wing Giant Sword disappeared. In its place appeared a greenish, curved long sword. The blade was very narrow, less than three fingers wide, with intricate wind patterns spiraling up the steel. It looked incredibly sleek and deadly.
This was the fourth form of Huo Feng's Dugu Nine Swords—the Jifeng Sword!
With a casual wave, a razor-sharp wind-type sword qi whistled out. Huo Feng waved his arm three times consecutively. The invisible blades slammed into the blue electric dragon. The beast, which had been roaring fiercely just moments ago, began to retreat steadily under the assault.
"There's still a huge gap after all," Yu Tianheng sighed softly.
He had now deeply felt the chasm between his strength and Huo Feng's. Despite their equal rank, the difference in combat ability was stark. But the audience in the stands couldn't see these subtle realizations; they were still shouting Yu Tianheng's name, expecting a victory.
"Whoosh."
Yu Tianheng let out a long breath to steady himself. Although he knew he likely couldn't defeat Huo Feng, his pride as a member of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon clan would not allow him to give up. He mobilized every scrap of remaining Spirit Power in his body and poured it all into the faltering blue lightning dragon.
"Roar!"
The electric dragon instantly broke free from its slump, its speed surging as it made one final, desperate charge straight toward Huo Feng.
"Fourth Spirit Ability—Gale Breath Severing Strike!"
Huo Feng leaped up, meeting the challenge head-on. He casually swung the Jifeng Sword in his hand, his movements a blur of speed. In just a few seconds, ten distinct strikes were unleashed simultaneously.
Ten hurricane sword qi blades whistled out, crashing into the blue lightning dragon one after another. Under the continuous, rhythmic bombardment, the dragon's body began to turn ethereal, its structure failing. Finally, after the seventh sword qi struck, the blue lightning dragon's energy was completely exhausted. It shattered into countless light particles and dissipated harmlessly into the air.
The remaining three hurricane sword qi blades did not stop. They whistled through the empty air, heading straight for Yu Tianheng.
Yu Tianheng's Spirit Power was completely exhausted. He had nothing left to power a defense, but he refused to surrender. Unless Huo Feng knocked him off the platform or beat him until he couldn't stand, he would keep fighting. Relying on his physical toughness alone, Yu Tianheng extended his two transformed dragon arms to block the incoming wind blades.
The first two hurricane sword qi arrived, slamming into his arms. Yu Tianheng groaned, forcibly enduring the impact with his dragon scales. But by the time the last hurricane sword qi arrived, he had reached his limit.
He was swept off his feet and blasted into the air. The fierce wind blades tore at his clothes, shredding the fabric.
Seeing this, Huo Feng lightly flicked the Jifeng Sword in his hand, retracting his Spirit Power and dissipating the remaining force of the wind. If he had continued, Yu Tianheng would likely have been stripped naked right there on the stage.
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