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In the series of attacks and defenses just now, he seemed to have the upper hand, but in reality, every shot was easily neutralized by his opponent.

This person was more troublesome than he had imagined.

Wu Feng glanced down at the Crimson Python Bloodstained Spear in his hand.

On the gun, where it had just collided with the tip of Li Lie's gun, a faint white mark remained.

He raised his head, looked at Li Lie, and a very faint smile appeared on his lips.

"That's interesting."

Li Lie remained silent. He took a deep breath, gripped the gun with both hands, held it horizontally in front of his chest with the tip slightly raised, assuming a standard starting stance.

The next moment, he moved again.

This time, he was more than twice as fast.

His figure moved like an arrow, his spear thrusts like a dragon. The spear tip drew bright arcs in the air, thrusting, parrying, sweeping, and slashing. Each strike was fast and fierce, accompanied by a whistling sound as it swept towards Wu Feng like a tidal wave.

Gunfire was everywhere, like a storm, dense and impenetrable.

Wu Feng stood still, holding the gun in his right hand and his left hand behind his back, without retreating.

As the spear tip thrust forward, he flicked his wrist and swung the spear horizontally to deflect it.

As the spear tip flicked out, he slightly shifted his body, pressed down with the spear, and held it down.

As the spear tip swept in, he lightly touched the ground with his feet, leaped into the air, and cleaved the spear in two.

As the spear tip came slashing down, he flicked the shaft of his spear to deflect the force, then thrust out with a backhand.

"Clang clang clang clang—!"

The sounds of metal clashing were as dense as rain, and sparks flew everywhere.

The two exchanged blows, guns clashing, each collision causing the arena to tremble slightly, the cracks on the surface growing larger and larger, and wood chips flying everywhere.

Li Lie's breathing became rapid. He had pushed his marksmanship to the limit, putting all his strength into every shot, but the person opposite him remained completely at ease.

His marksmanship was not flashy, it could even be described as simple – block, press, chop, flick, stab.

Each move is a basic gun technique, but it is fast, accurate, and steady.

Moreover, he could sense that the other party hadn't used their full strength yet.

The moment this thought crossed Li Lie's mind, a chill ran through him.

He gritted his teeth, abruptly holstered his gun, and took three steps back.

Wu Feng stood still, without giving chase.

He looked at Li Lie with a calm expression, as if he were waiting for something.

Li Lie took a deep breath, gripped the gun with both hands, and the gun trembled slightly.

He knew he couldn't delay any longer. If he dragged it out any longer, his inner energy would be exhausted, and he would surely be defeated.

We have no choice but to take a gamble.

His eyes hardened, and he suddenly exerted force with his feet, charging towards Wu Feng like a cannonball.

He used all his strength in that charge.

With the gun in front, man and gun become one.

The spear tip pierced the air with a sharp whistling sound, aiming straight for Wu Feng's heart.

This shot was the strongest shot he had ever fired in his entire life.

Fast, accurate, ruthless, and relentless, leaving no way out.

The moment he thrust out that spear, a resolute glint flashed in his eyes.

Win or die.

Wu Feng watched him charge towards him, watching the spear tip getting closer and closer.

His eyes remained calm.

When the tip of the gun was still three feet away from his heart, he finally moved.

With a flick of his right wrist, the Crimson Python Blood-Sworn Spear spun in his palm and was thrust forward with a sudden burst of energy.

This seemingly casual gesture was so fast that it left only a blur.

The two guns crossed paths in the air.

"puff--!"

A muffled thud.

Li Lie's body froze on the spot.

He looked down at his chest.

There, a dark red spear pierced through, its tip protruding from his back, leaving a trail of crimson blood droplets that fell onto the table, spreading a small patch of dark red.

The tip of his spear was less than half a foot away from Wu Feng's heart.

But he could never pierce that half-foot.

Li Lie raised his head and looked at Wu Feng.

In those eyes, there was resentment, relief, and something else complicated.

His lips moved, as if he wanted to say something, but only a few indistinct syllables came out:

"Okay...faster..."

Before he finished speaking, his body turned into specks of white light and slowly dissipated into the air.

The silver spear fell onto the table with a clatter, its shaft still trembling slightly and emitting a soft buzzing sound.

Wu Feng stood still, holding a gun in his right hand with the tip pointing diagonally at the ground.

He glanced down at the bloodstains on the gun, flicked his wrist, and the bloodstains were flung onto the table.

The system notification sounded as expected the next second:

Congratulations on winning this battle! You have gained 1000000 experience points.

A golden aura of experience enveloped his body, so dense it almost solidified.

After the halo dissipated, his character level jumped from 51 to 52.

Immediately afterwards, another line of large golden characters appeared in the center of the field of vision:

Congratulations on winning the championship of this Song Dynasty Martial Arts Tournament.

[Will the names be published in the upcoming regional announcement?]

Wu Feng looked at the line of text and a slight twitch appeared at the corner of his mouth.

To announce or not to announce

The live stream has already started, and people already know my name, so what's the point of trying to hide it?

He pointed his finger at the word "announcement".

The next second, a burst of golden light exploded simultaneously in the center of the vision of all online players throughout the entire Song Dynasty.

[Regional Announcement: Congratulations to player "Wu Changfeng" for winning the Song Dynasty Martial Arts Tournament and becoming this year's Martial Arts Champion!]

[Regional Announcement: Congratulations to player "Wu Changfeng" for winning the Song Dynasty Martial Arts Tournament and becoming this year's Martial Arts Champion!]

[Regional Announcement: Congratulations to player "Wu Changfeng" for winning the Song Dynasty Martial Arts Tournament and becoming this year's Martial Arts Champion!]

Golden bullets drifted slowly across the top of the field of vision, once, twice, three times.

Throughout the entire Song Dynasty, countless players stopped in their tracks, staring blankly at the system notification before them.

Moments later, the world channel erupted in chaos.

"Holy crap! The martial arts champion! Who is that big shot?!"

"I knew it was him! Who else could win the championship!"

Congratulations, boss!

"Wow, this guy's awesome!"

"Please take me with you!"

The messages kept scrolling by, one after another, so fast that they were impossible to read.

On the arena at this moment, Wu Feng had already put away the Crimson Python Bloodstained Spear.

He stood there, waiting to be teleported out of the training ground.

The next second, a soft white light enveloped his body, and the scene before him distorted.

When his vision cleared again, he was already standing outside the training ground.

He had just steadied himself when he heard footsteps behind him.

Looking back, a eunuch wearing a dark gray round-necked robe was walking briskly towards him, with a smile on his face, a clean chin, and fair skin.

The eunuch walked closer, glanced at Wu Feng, and then looked behind him.

There, Li Lie and another NPC general were also teleported out and were standing not far away.

The eunuch cleared his throat, and a high-pitched voice rang out:

"Gentlemen, please come with me. The Emperor wishes to see you."

After saying that, he turned and walked towards the palace at a moderate pace.

Wu Feng lifted his foot and followed.

Li Lie, who came in second place, and the NPC general who came in third place also followed. The three of them followed the eunuch, passed through several passageways, and arrived at a temporary camp.

The tent was small, but tastefully furnished. The curtain was half-rolled up, letting in a dim, yellow light.

The eunuch stopped in front of the tent curtain, stepped aside to make way, and gestured for them to pass.

Wu Feng lifted the curtain and went inside.

Inside the tent, Zhao Kuangyin sat behind a table in the center, holding a teacup in one hand and resting the other on his knee, in a casual posture.

Several plates of fruits and snacks were placed on the table, and steam rose from the teapot.

Several officials in official robes, in scarlet and purple, stood on either side; they were of high rank.

Wu Feng and his two companions entered the tent and stopped three steps away from the table.

The two NPC generals immediately knelt on one knee, clasped their hands in salute, and said in unison:

"Greetings, Your Majesty!"

His voice was loud and clear, full of energy.

Wu Feng glanced at them, clasped his hands in a fist and bowed, and then called out:

"Greetings, Your Majesty."