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He subconsciously looked up, his gaze passing through the crowd to the high pavilion on the east side.

He noticed that Zhao Kuangyin, dressed in a dragon robe, was staring intently at him, a hint of appreciation and inquiry flashing in his eyes, and a faint smile on his lips.

Wu Feng was slightly taken aback, and some doubts arose in his heart—why would Zhao Kuangyin pay so much attention to him?

However, he didn't delve too deeply into it, since his performance just now was too dazzling and it was normal for it to attract the emperor's attention.

He nodded slightly in the direction of Zhao Kuangyin, then looked away and walked to a corner of the training ground as if no one else was there.

He sat cross-legged, closed his eyes lightly, and began to cultivate the Nine Yang Divine Skill once again.

The rest period for this final was a full half hour, obviously because the opponents in the final were stronger and the players needed enough time to recover.

Wu Feng naturally wouldn't waste this precious time. During the break, he focused on cultivation, refining his internal energy, and striving to break through to the minor completion stage of the Nine Yang Divine Skill as soon as possible.

The true energy within his dantian flowed slowly, and the proficiency indicator at the edge of his vision began to pulse steadily once again.

Half an hour passed quickly during the practice.

At this point, the first round of the finals had all ended, and of the sixteen contestants, only eight remained—three players and five NPCs.

Wu Feng glanced at the remaining contestants and pondered to himself.

The NPCs' combat power is indeed not to be underestimated. Of the original seven NPCs, only four remain, with a casualty rate of less than half.

There were nine players at the beginning, but now only four remain, including him, a reduction of more than half.

If the other three players are not strong enough to compete with the NPCs, then in the next round, they will most likely be eliminated, and the final battle will probably become a contest between the NPCs.

"I should have bought a suit of armor to wear. These NPCs are too tough. Fighting them is so tiring. I'm almost out of energy."

A player dressed as a cyan knight customer service representative leaned against the edge of the arena, panting heavily, his face full of exhaustion, and complained in a low voice.

"Yeah, I should have known better than to try to look cool and use that fancy sword technique. If I had used a heavy weapon, I wouldn't have had to struggle so much."

Another player echoed, his face full of regret. He had a small wound on his arm, a scratch from the fight with the NPC.

Wu Feng listened to their complaints and gently shook his head.

The remaining eight people are all in the top ten. Even if they are eliminated, they will still be in the top ten and can receive a reward.

As for the eight eliminated people, they can still compete for two spots. As for who is ninth or tenth, that's none of their business.

All he wanted now was to end the battle as soon as possible, win the martial arts competition, and then head to the Xingxiu Sect to complete the task given to him by Wuyazi: to kill Ding Chunqiu.

The rest period ended, but the system notification sound was delayed, which meant that the other players' rest periods had not yet ended.

Wu Feng showed no impatience, remaining seated cross-legged with his eyes closed, continuing to circulate the Nine Yang Divine Skill, focusing intently on his cultivation, allowing the true energy within his body to slowly solidify, and his proficiency to gradually increase.

About ten minutes later, a crisp system notification finally sounded: [An opponent has been assigned to you. Please prepare for battle.]

The white light enveloped Wu Feng's body once again, the scene before him distorted, and the next second, he was standing on the arena.

This time, his opponent is an NPC general wielding a silver spear.

The general was dressed in silver armor, tall and handsome, with sharp eyes, and exuded an aura even stronger than Zhou Hu's.

Wu Feng's gaze swept over the name above his head—[Ling Rui (Level 65, Second-rate Martial Artist)].

A level 65 second-rate martial artist, his level is not low, and his strength is obviously much stronger than Zhou Hu's. It seems that this match will require a little more seriousness.

Ling Rui gripped his silver spear tightly with both hands, the tip slightly raised, and bowed respectfully to Wu Feng, saying solemnly, "I am Ling Rui, Commander of the Imperial Guards. Please enlighten me!"

His tone was calm, and his eyes showed no arrogance, only full of vigilance.

He had just witnessed Wu Feng's swift defeat of Zhou Hu and knew that this young man was no ordinary person; he would be defeated if he was not careful.

"Please." Wu Feng spoke calmly, his tone still composed. With a thought, a flash of light appeared in his backpack, and a strangely shaped spear instantly appeared in his hand—the Crimson Python Bloodstained Spear.

The spear is dark red all over, with fine patterns wrapped around its body, like the scales of a red python. The spearhead is extremely sharp, with a faint red glow and a hint of blood energy. Holding it in your hand, you can feel a violent aura emanating from the spear, which is completely different from the heavy and domineering aura of the Po Jun Mo Dao, and has a bit more eeriness and sharpness.

Wu Feng held the gun in his right hand with the tip slightly lowered. He beckoned to Ling Rui with his finger, his expression calm but still carrying a hint of provocation.

Inside the official live stream room, the audience erupted in excitement the moment they saw the Crimson Python Bloodstained Spear. Their eyes lit up, and the screen was instantly flooded with comments.

"Wow! What kind of weapon is this? It's red and glowing red! What quality is it? It's even more imposing than the Mo Dao from before!"

"Holy crap! This gun is so unique, it looks really fierce. Could this be the real weapon of the big boss?"

"This is clearly no ordinary weapon; it might even be an orange-quality weapon, or even a divine artifact! Otherwise, why would it glow red and exude a blood-like aura!"

"Oh no, this NPC is doomed! The big shot brought out such a powerful weapon, it's probably going to be an instant kill!"

The audience members discussed among themselves, their eyes fixed on the Crimson Python Blood Spear on the screen, their eyes filled with amazement and curiosity, and they were even more eager for the battle to come.

Meanwhile, in the other conference room, a group of people frowned again, their eyes fixed on the Crimson Python Bloodstained Spear on the screen, their expressions growing increasingly solemn.

A middle-aged man in military uniform turned to look at Old Qin in the corner and asked respectfully, "Old Qin, what do you think? What's the background of this gun?"

Old Qin leaned back in his chair, his gaze fixed on the Crimson Python Bloodstained Spear on the screen, his eyes deep and thoughtful. After a moment of contemplation, he slowly spoke:

"This kid is unfathomable. His strength has probably reached an unbelievable level in the game, far exceeding our expectations. As for this gun, it is definitely not made of ordinary iron. The blood aura surrounding the gun body is something that ordinary weapons cannot possess. It may be a divine weapon, or even forged from meteorite iron."

"Meteorite iron weapons?" The researcher in the white coat next to him frowned, his tone puzzled. "Meteorite iron is extremely rare, and forging it is incredibly difficult. How can weapons made from meteorite iron actually appear in this game?"

"This game itself is full of strange things, so it's not surprising that meteorite weapons appear," Old Qin said calmly.

His eyes remained fixed on the screen. "The key is this young man. His strength and his weapons are too outrageous. We must find out his identity and figure out his background as soon as possible."

The group nodded in agreement, their faces solemn, and continued to stare intently at the screen, waiting for the battle on the stage to begin.

While they were discussing this, the battle on the arena had already broken out.

Ling Rui dared not be careless in the slightest and launched the first attack.

He took a sudden step forward, his body rushing towards Wu Feng like an arrow. At the same time, he gripped the silver spear tightly with both hands, his wrists rotating rapidly. The silver spear thrust out several times in succession, like a venomous snake emerging from its hole, the spear tip accompanied by a whistling sound as it cut through the air.

The shots were aimed at Wu Feng's vital areas, such as his chest, throat, and lower abdomen. The marksmanship was exquisite and extremely fast, with each shot precise and ruthless. It was clear that the marksman had undergone countless hours of practice and was highly skilled.

Faced with the dense and sharp gunfire, Wu Feng remained calm, showing no sign of panic.

With a slight movement of his feet, he unleashed the Lingbo Weibu technique, his figure as light as a feather, nimbly weaving through the dense shadows of spears, each step perfectly timed, easily dodging every attack from Ling Rui.

Although Ling Rui's marksmanship was fast, he could never touch Wu Feng's clothes and could only watch helplessly as all his attacks missed.

Ling Rui frowned deeply, his heart growing increasingly heavy. He could sense that Wu Feng's movements were even more agile than he had imagined, and his speed was far superior to his own.

He dared not pause for a moment, and continued to increase the speed of his spear thrusts. The silver spear danced, forming an impenetrable net of spears that enveloped Wu Feng, attempting to force Wu Feng to the edge of the arena and restrict his movement.

Wu Feng watched the net of guns he was wielding, a faint smile curving his lips, his eyes remaining calm.