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Wu Feng's eyes narrowed, and he used the Lingbo Weibu footwork, his figure as light as a falling leaf. Just as the blade wind fell, he slightly turned his body and just barely avoided the fatal blow.

The long sword whistled past his clothes and slammed heavily onto the table with a loud "bang." A deep crack appeared on the table, spreading outwards like a spider web, and the entire arena shook.

Li Kui's strike missed its mark, causing him to lose his balance and stagger slightly.

Before he could sheathe his sword and change his stance, Wu Feng's figure had already closed in, a long spear appearing in his hand at some point.

Wu Feng's eyes were sharp as knives. Seizing the fleeting opening, he slightly lowered his wrist, and the spear shot straight towards Li Kui's chest like a venomous snake emerging from its hole, carrying fierce true energy.

The movement was as fast as lightning, leaving only a faint afterimage. The tip of the gun pierced the air with a soft "whoosh".

Li Kui's pupils contracted sharply, and he was greatly alarmed. He instinctively tried to retreat and parry with his long sword, but it was too late.

The spear tip pierced precisely through the gap in his armor, going straight into his chest. With a muffled "plop," blood gushed out instantly, slowly flowing down the spear shaft and dripping onto the table, spreading out a large patch of dark red.

Li Kui froze on the spot, his fierce expression instantly replaced by disbelief.

His eyes widened, his lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but he only spat out a few mouthfuls of blood, his body went limp and collapsed, and the next second, he turned into specks of white light and slowly dissipated into the air.

The broad-bladed longsword fell onto the table with a clang, then turned into a white light and vanished without a trace.

Wu Feng slowly drew out the Crimson Python Bloodstained Spear. Blood dripped from the spearhead, splashing onto the table and creating small blood spots that spread out in dark red ripples.

He raised his hand and gently wiped away the bloodstains remaining on the tip of the gun with his fingertips. As his fingertips touched the cold gun barrel, the violent blood energy swirling around the gun subsided slightly. Then, with a thought, the Crimson Python Bloodstained Spear transformed into a streak of red light and instantly disappeared into his backpack.

His expression remained calm, his brows unmoved, as if the clean and decisive victory just now was merely brushing away a speck of dust from his clothes. Only his eyes, hidden beneath the bamboo hat, flashed with a faint sharpness before returning to their usual indifference.

[Victory in this battle grants 800000 experience points.]

As soon as the battle ended, a soft white light enveloped his figure once again, and he heard a slight sound of spatial distortion.

The arena, the bluestone slabs, and the surrounding flags gradually blurred before his eyes. When he opened his eyes again, he was already standing steadily in the rest area of ​​the training ground.

At this moment, the wind on the drill ground still carried the afternoon heat, causing the flags in the distance to rustle softly.

The copper bells on the eaves jingled in the wind, their sounds mingling with the clash of weapons on the distant arena, creating a particularly noisy cacophony.

Wu Feng found a shady spot against the wall, sat down cross-legged, closed his eyes lightly, and without making any unnecessary movements, directly circulated the Nine Yang Divine Skill to adjust his state.

The Nine Yang True Qi in his dantian flowed slowly, and the warm aura spread along his meridians. At the edge of his vision, the pale golden proficiency indicator steadily pulsed: [Nine Yang Divine Skill Proficiency +276].

Each heartbeat signifies that the true energy within the body has become more solidified, bringing one a little closer to the minor completion stage.

A faint aura of true energy surrounded him, isolating him from the surrounding heat and fine sand.

He was focused, oblivious to his surroundings, as if all the noise around him had nothing to do with him.

Meanwhile, the remaining battle was still raging.

Wu Feng occasionally opened his eyes, his gaze sweeping over the arenas, his expression calm and his eyes devoid of any emotion.

On the arena, two heavily armored NPC warriors were locked in fierce combat, each collision sparking dazzling sparks and causing the arena to tremble slightly.

Both men's armor plates were damaged to varying degrees, their faces were covered in sweat and dust, their expressions were ferocious, and their moves became increasingly fierce, clearly indicating that they had given it their all.

The fight lasted for more than ten minutes. The two exchanged blows, each with their own offense and defense, and neither could gain an absolute advantage. It was clear that their strengths were evenly matched, and their techniques, internal energy, and movement were all at the same level. Every move and every stance was full of hidden danger, and the slightest carelessness would lead to annihilation.

Finally, the spearman seized the moment when his opponent paused to breathe, flicked his wrist, and the spear tip precisely pierced through the gap in his opponent's armor, heading straight for his heart. The opponent groaned, his body went limp and collapsed, turning into specks of white light and dissipating. The spearman also staggered a few steps.

He leaned on his spear, panting heavily. Blood dripped from the gaps in his armor plates. His face was full of exhaustion, but he couldn't hide his joy of victory.

With the battle over, only Wu Feng and the victorious spear-wielding general remained.

Around the training ground, the defeated contestants and the soldiers watching all turned their gazes toward the two, with a mixture of awe, envy, and resentment.

The murmurs rose and fell, but everyone deliberately kept their voices down, afraid of disturbing the two strong contenders who were about to compete for the final ranking.

The break passed quickly; half an hour flew by, and the cold system notification sounded again in everyone's ears: [The finals have begun. Opponents have been assigned to all qualifiers. Wu Changfeng will face Li Lie for the championship of this martial arts tournament.]

With a flash of white light, Wu Feng was teleported back to the arena. The white light on the other side dissipated, and the general holding a long spear appeared there. He was dressed in dark armor, tall and burly, with no extra expression on his face, only a cold and stern look. Above his head floated a line of words: [Li Lie (Level 64, Second-rate Martial Artist)].

The wind on the arena stopped, the flags around it drooped softly, and even the fine dust floating in the air seemed to freeze.

Wu Feng stood on one side of the arena, his right hand hanging by his side, his fingertips gently twirling.

Across from him, Li Lie gripped his gun with both hands, the tips pointing diagonally at the ground, his eyes fixed on him like an eagle eyeing its prey.

Between the two, golden countdown numbers were ticking.

10, 9, 8...

Li Lie's breathing was steady. He had come this far not only because of that gun, but also because of his experience of crawling out of piles of dead bodies countless times.

He had seen this man in two matches—he instantly killed Zhou Hu and pierced Ling Rui with a single spear thrust. His speed was incredible, his movements unpredictable, and his attacks ruthless.

On the battlefield, he had seen too many fast people die by his gun.

Speed ​​doesn't guarantee victory. Stability is the key to survival.

3, 2, 1 —

The moment the countdown ended, Li Lie moved.

He did not charge forward like the previous military generals.

He took a step forward with his right foot, just half a step, and flicked the tip of his spear, creating three spear flowers that pierced Wu Feng's chest, throat, and lower abdomen—three vital points.

The gunshot wasn't fast, but it was steady.

Each shot blocked Wu Feng's escape route, forcing him to take the hit head-on.

Wu Feng moved his feet slightly, using the Lingbo Weibu technique to step back half a step, barely avoiding the two spears aimed at his throat and lower abdomen. He then reached out with his right hand and struck the side of the spear aimed at his chest.

The force of the palm penetrated, and the gun suddenly veered off course.

Li Lie flipped his wrist, dissipating the force, and swept the gun horizontally, the tip drawing a bright arc in the air, heading straight for Wu Feng's waist.

This sweep was faster than before; the gun whistled as it skimmed across the table, kicking up a few tiny wood chips.

Wu Feng spun around, turning half a circle like a top, the tip of the spear grazing his clothes and lifting a strip of cloth.

He had barely regained his footing when Li Lie's second shot arrived.

This time, Li Lie didn't test him. He gripped the gun with both hands, and with a sudden thrust, the tip of the gun, like a venomous snake emerging from its hole, aimed straight for Wu Feng's heart.

The shot was swift and deadly; the tip of the gun pierced the air with a soft "whoosh."

Wu Feng's eyes narrowed, and he pushed off with his feet, instantly rising three feet into the air.

The spear tip grazed past his feet and missed.

A glint of light flashed in Li Lie's eyes. He suddenly pressed down on his wrist, causing the gun to sink downwards and the tip to rise from below, aiming straight for Wu Feng's lower abdomen.

This challenge is swift and cunning; if you are hit, your intestines will rupture and your stomach will be torn apart.

Wu Feng was suspended in mid-air, with nowhere to grab onto. But he didn't panic.

With a flick of his right hand, the Crimson Python Blood-Sworn Spear appeared out of thin air in his palm.

He held the gun in one hand and suddenly pressed the barrel down, causing the shaft to collide with the tip of Li Lie's gun.

"Clang!"

The crisp sound of metal clashing exploded on the ring, sparks flying everywhere.

Using the recoil from the impact, Wu Feng flipped in mid-air and landed steadily two zhang away.

Li Lie did not pursue. He stood still, gripping his gun with both hands, his eyes fixed on Wu Feng, a fine layer of sweat beading on his forehead.