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He didn't continue dodging, but slowly stopped, holding the gun in his right hand, and walked leisurely on the ring. His steps were unhurried, as if he were taking a stroll in a garden, completely unaffected by the barrage of gunfire, as if the dense gun shadows in front of him were just decorations.

Seeing Wu Feng's composure, Ling Rui was surprised, then angered. He increased his gun speed, making the net of guns denser and the force more powerful.

However, just as he drew his gun, Wu Feng suddenly moved.

His figure accelerated instantly, his speed was astonishing, leaving behind countless afterimages, making it almost impossible to see his true location.

Ling Rui's pupils contracted sharply, and he was greatly alarmed. He instinctively swung his silver spear to protect himself and block Wu Feng's attack, but he was a beat too slow.

Wu Feng's figure appeared in front of Ling Rui in an instant. Holding the gun in his right hand, he slightly straightened his wrist, and the Crimson Python Bloodstained Spear, accompanied by a whistling sound, pierced Ling Rui's chest with perfect accuracy.

The spear tip pierced through the armor, drawing out a string of bright red blood droplets that splattered onto the arena, leaving a small patch of dark red.

Ling Rui's body froze instantly, the silver spear in his hand fell to the ground with a clang, his eyes were filled with disbelief and astonishment, his lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but he only spat out a mouthful of blood and his body went limp and fell down.

Wu Feng glanced at Ling Rui lying on the ground, then with a slight flick of his wrist, he instantly drew the Crimson Python Bloodstained Spear. With a gentle flick, the bloodstains on the spear were flung onto the arena. Then, Ling Rui's body turned into specks of white light and slowly dissipated into the air.

Almost simultaneously with Ling Rui's disappearance, the system notification arrived as expected: [Congratulations on your victory in this battle. You have gained 600000 experience points.]

The next second, white light enveloped his body and teleported him back to the training ground.

Inside the pavilion on the high platform, an official in official robes approached Zhao Kuangyin and said respectfully, "Your Majesty, this man is highly skilled in martial arts and has extraordinary abilities. Even Commander Ling is no match for him. He is truly a rare talent."

Zhao Kuangyin put down the fruit in his hand, a smile of satisfaction on his lips. His gaze fell on Wu Feng again, and his tone was calm but with a hint of admiration: "That spear is no ordinary weapon either. It is extremely sharp and contains a powerful aura. I never expected that there would be such a martial artist in our Great Song Dynasty participating in the martial arts test. It seems that our dynasty will have another great general."

Upon hearing this, the surrounding officials nodded in agreement, their faces full of approval, and their gazes toward Wu Feng held a newfound appreciation and awe.

Wu Feng returned to the training ground, put away the Crimson Python Bloodstained Spear, and remained calm, as if the easy victory just now had nothing to do with him.

He walked to an open space again, sat down cross-legged, closed his eyes, and continued to circulate the Nine Yang Divine Skill, concentrating on his cultivation, completely ignoring the gazes cast upon him from the surroundings.

At this moment, both the official live broadcast room and the parliament hall fell into a brief silence.

Everyone stared intently at Wu Feng's figure on the screen, their faces filled with disbelief.

A moment later, heated discussions erupted simultaneously from both places, as everyone was shocked by Wu Feng's strength.

His skill level far surpassed that of all the other contestants present. His explosive speed and precise, ruthless marksmanship were beyond the reach of most, and even somewhat unbelievable.

The wind in the training ground still carried the afternoon heat, stirring up the fine sand on the ground, swirling it across the bluestone slabs, landing on the edge of Wu Feng's straw hat, only to be shaken away by the faint true energy emanating from his body.

The half-hour rest period passed in the blink of an eye, and he slowly finished his practice and opened his eyes.

A golden glint flashed in his eyes, and he gently twirled his fingertips, feeling the Nine Yang True Qi within his body becoming increasingly solid.

After this short period of practice, my proficiency has increased significantly, bringing me one step closer to the minor mastery level.

Wu Feng glanced at the rest area, raised his eyebrows slightly, and a hint of speechlessness flashed across his face.

Of the original four players, only he remained. The other three had been teleported away at some point, presumably having failed in the second round of the competition.

At the edge of the training ground, several defeated players stood watching with frustrated expressions. Some were clenching their fists, while others were cursing under their breath, their faces full of resentment.

Wu Feng withdrew his gaze, thinking to himself: the rewards of the Song Dynasty Martial Arts Trial are indeed not so easy to obtain.

The prize money for the top three winners has already spread throughout the martial arts world: a thousand taels of gold and an official position in the imperial court. Each of these prizes is enough to make countless martial artists flock to them.

But behind these high returns lies a real high risk.

The NPC generals in front of us are all top-tier second-rate warriors.

The armor was heavy, the moves were fierce and deadly, and it was clear that ordinary martial arts masters could not withstand it.

He glanced at the high platform on the east side. Zhao Kuangyin was still sitting in the pavilion, his fingertips lightly tapping the table. His gaze casually swept across the training ground, his expression inscrutable.

Were these NPCs specially arranged by Zhao Kuangyin to select the strong, or did they come spontaneously to strive for fame and fortune?

Wu Feng had no idea and was too lazy to investigate further; in any case, he had already successfully advanced.

All that's left is to take it one step at a time until the end.

Only four NPC players remained in the rest area, and Wu Feng's gaze swept over them one by one.

The other three, though also composed, were ultimately less imposing than Ling Rui and were not a threat.

However, Wu Feng did not let his guard down. No one who had reached this point was easy to deal with, and a slight misstep could lead to his downfall.

He sat down cross-legged again, closed his eyes to rest, and allowed the internal energy to flow slowly, adjusting to its optimal state.

As the sun gradually slanted westward, it cast a long shadow that overlapped with the shadows of the flags surrounding the drill ground, swaying slightly in the wind.

Not long after, a golden system notification popped up again at the edge of my vision, the cold text hovering in the air:

The second round of the finals has begun, and opponents have been randomly assigned to all qualifiers.

A soft white light instantly enveloped Wu Feng's body, and he heard a slight spatial distortion sound. The scene before him blurred for a moment, and when it became clear again, he was already standing in the center of the arena.

At the same time, a white light shone from the opposite side. When the light faded, a general dressed in bright silver armor appeared there.

He was a burly man with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, and a scar that ran from his brow bone to his jaw, making him look particularly ferocious.

He held a broad-bladed longsword in his hand. The blade was thick and heavy, and its edge gleamed coldly in the sunlight. Above his head, a line of words floated: [Li Kui (Level 61, Second-rate Martial Artist)].

Li Kui stared fiercely at Wu Feng, gripping his knife with both hands, the tip slightly raised. He spoke in a deep, gruff voice, his tone laced with disdain: "Another customer service representative who's a cross-dresser. Looks like you're all show and no substance."

Wu Feng slightly raised his bamboo hat, revealing half of his well-defined face. His expression was calm, and his tone was indifferent: "Enough with the nonsense, make your move."

A flash of anger crossed Li Kui's eyes, and he was about to lash out.

Golden countdown numbers appeared in the center of the arena, the words were eye-catching and jumped rapidly: 10, 9, 8, 7... The two of them simultaneously composed themselves, their auras suddenly tightened, and their eyes were locked on each other, not daring to be careless in the slightest.

The moment the countdown reached "1", Li Kui was the first to move.

He slammed his right foot on the table with a loud thud, the tabletop trembled slightly, and wood chips flew everywhere.

He charged towards Wu Feng like a thunderbolt, swinging his broadsword high in the air, the blade drawing a bright arc and accompanied by a whistling wind.

He slashed fiercely down at Wu Feng's chest, the move was powerful and domineering, without any fancy moves, all the killing techniques of someone who had been through many battles.