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On the arena.

Gu Qingfeng stood at the north end, and Lin Feng stood at the south end.

The two were thirty meters apart.

The stands were almost full.

The place was packed with 50,000 people, so tightly that people were even standing in the passageways.

The host on the commentary platform had changed his water three times, but his voice was still hoarse.

"The 11th Longyuan Cup Individual Tournament Final – Gu Qingfeng from Shanghai Martial Arts University vs. Lin Feng from Guodu Martial Arts Academy!"

The applause and shouts made the audience buzz.

Lin Feng placed the Fang of Calamity at his feet and glanced at the person opposite him.

Gu Qingfeng stood holding his gun, the tip of the silver spear reflecting a cold light under the lamp.

His expression was more solemn than ever before.

His left hand hung at his side, something clenched in his palm.

That red pill.

Lin Feng's mental power detected it.

The energy fluctuations emanating from that pill were strange.

It's not an ordinary enhancement pill; it contains an extremely violent energy core.

Banned drugs.

The referee stood between the two men and raised his right hand.

"The rules are set: each player is responsible for their own life and death. Both sides have signed a declaration of war, and the outcome will be disregarded and will not be pursued further."

A life-or-death battle.

This is a tradition of the Longyuan Cup finals.

If you sign a waiver of life and death, you'll die in vain.

After the referee made the confirmation, he stepped back to a safe distance.

"start!"

Gu Qingfeng did not hesitate at all.

He opened his mouth and swallowed the scarlet pill.

For an instant.

His bones cracked and popped, and every vertebra made a creaking sound.

A layer of crimson lines appeared on the surface of his skin, and blue veins spread from his forehead to his neck; his pupils turned deep red.

The aura was rising rapidly.

King Wu, 8th Dan.

King Wu, 9th Dan.

King Wu achieved perfection.

It hasn't stopped yet!

boom!

A terrifying shockwave erupted from Gu Qingfeng's body, blasting a spiderweb-like pattern of cracks into the arena floor.

Half-step Martial Venerable.

In the stands where 50,000 people stood, everyone's expression changed simultaneously.

"Banned drugs? He took banned drugs?"

"What is that thing? Its aura has surged to the level of a half-step Martial Venerable!"

"Isn't the organizing committee going to do anything about it?!"

Qin Lie jumped up in the rest area, roaring at the organizing committee's seats: "Doping! He used doping! Is the organizing committee blind?!"

The members of the organizing committee looked at each other in bewilderment.

One of them whispered, "The rules don't prohibit the use of elixirs for enhancement..."

"Nothing was prohibited? He was taking banned drugs!!"

"The rules do not have a clear definition of 'prohibited drugs'..."

Qin Lie almost smashed the chair in the rest area on the spot.

Ye Zhi Qiu held him down: "The competition has already started, shouting won't help."

On the arena.

Gu Qingfeng's changes are ongoing.

Crimson spirit patterns appeared on the silver spear, and the air around the spear tip distorted.

The aura of a half-step Martial Venerable filled the entire arena.

Several Martial Grandmaster-level spectators turned pale and had to hold onto the railing to avoid kneeling down.

Gu Qingfeng gripped his gun, his crimson pupils locked onto Lin Feng.

"I admit you have a very strong physique."

His voice became hoarse and cracked; the side effects of the banned drugs were eroding his vocal cords.

"But the championship can only belong to Shanghai."

The moment she finished speaking, she vanished from the spot.

speed!

The speed of a half-step Martial Venerable!

The spear transformed into a crimson lightning bolt, carrying a destructive aura that could tear through space, and pierced straight at Lin Feng's face.

The spear's edge was right in front of them.

Qin Lie's heart was in his throat.

Su Wan'er covered her mouth.

Mo Changfeng clenched his fist so tightly that his nails dug into his flesh.

The shouts of 50,000 people froze at that moment.

Lin Feng didn't move.

It's not that there wasn't enough time to act.

They never intended to do anything.

His left hand reached out.

Spread your five fingers.

His palm was directly facing the silver spear tip that shot towards him like a meteor.

puff-

The moment the tip of the gun touched Lin Feng's palm.

The crimson spear light was extinguished.

The silver spearhead was gripped tightly by five fingers, producing a harsh, metallic squeaking sound.

The gun trembled twice in Lin Feng's palm.

There was no progress whatsoever.

A full-force thrust from a half-step Martial Venerable.

It was grabbed by a hand.

The voices of the entire audience of 50,000 people completely fell silent.

It felt like someone had suddenly pressed the mute button.

Gu Qingfeng's crimson pupils were filled with despair.

He desperately tried to pull his gun back.

I can't pull it out.

Lin Feng's five fingers were like five iron pillars, firmly locking the tip of the gun.

The Perfected Physical Body of the "Undying Golden Body Technique".

Completely immune to physical attacks of the same level.

Damage is reduced by 60% when crossing a higher tier.

Half-step Martial Venerable is a whole level higher than Martial King, but after the power of this spear was reduced by 60%, it couldn't even break through Lin Feng's skin.

Gu Qingfeng's hands were trembling.

The friction between the gun tip and the palm produced a burst of dazzling sparks.

But the sparks left no mark on Lin Feng's skin.

Lin Feng raised his head and looked into Gu Qingfeng's bloodshot eyes.

"Half-step Martial Venerable? That's all?"

The fang of calamity was pulled from his right hand.

The dark golden dragon scale patterns all lit up.

"Laozi's sword strikes are of unparalleled power!"

"The Mountain-Slaying Slash".

bottom up.

As the Fang of Calamity gripped the tip of the spear with his left hand, he raised it from below with his right.

The gale didn't cleave upwards; it sliced ​​upwards along the shaft of the silver spear.

Penetration effect fully activated.

Dark attribute erosion.

Every strike is a critical hit.

All bonuses are fully stacked.

The silver spear split in two along the path of the gale.

The gale-force wind penetrated the gun barrel without any reduction in intensity and continued upwards.

From the groin to the crown of the head.

A golden line.

Gu Qingfeng froze on the spot.

The light in his pupils vanished rapidly.

The bloodline split open.

The person was split in two right in the middle.

Blood splattered three meters high.

The previous Longyuan Cup individual champion, a genius from Shanghai Martial Arts University, with the power of a half-step Martial Venerable.

One stab, and he was dead.

The silence in the arena lasted for a full ten seconds.

Then, someone let out a roar.

That roar was like tearing open a floodgate.

The roar of 50,000 people surged out like a tidal wave, almost lifting the roof off.

Lin Feng shook the blood off the Fang of Calamity and sheathed the sword.

The former dean of Wuhan University in Shanghai grimaced.

He suddenly stood up from the VIP seats, his robes fluttering even without wind, and the overwhelming pressure of a third-level Martial Venerable descended upon him.

The air in the entire arena seemed to grow heavier.

"Little beast——!"

The old dean transformed into a streak of light, rushing straight from the VIP seats to the arena.

A giant hand, formed from concentrated qi and blood, descended from the sky and slammed down on Lin Feng's head.

The third level of Wu Zun!

If that blow lands, the entire arena will shatter.

Lin Feng raised his head, and the Fang of Calamity was unsheathed once more, its dragon scale runes flashing wildly.

He didn't back down.

But he didn't have time to draw his knife.

Because someone is faster than him.

A figure appeared out of thin air in front of him.

Duan Hongyuan.

The chief of staff didn't even glance at Lin Feng.

He slapped her across the face with his backhand.

A slap from a Martial Emperor level expert landed squarely on the face of the former dean of the Shanghai Martial Arts University.

Snapped!

The crisp sound echoed throughout the entire arena.

The Martial Venerable Stage 3 flew sideways, smashing through the outer wall of the arena, scattering rubble and bricks all over the ground.

Duan Hongyuan withdrew his hand, his voice calm.

"A fighting ring where you signed a life-or-death agreement, and your Shanghai Martial Arts University wants to rebel?"

The audience was silent.

No one dared to make a sound; they even suppressed their breathing to a minimum.

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