&a;bp;&a;bp;&a;bp;&a;bp;On the other side of the ring.
"Senior Sister Liang Hong, the situation is not good. Ge Dongyuan hasn't even taken the stage yet, and none of the rest of us are a match for him."
Liang Hong smirked, unconcerned about their current disadvantage, and said confidently, "Don't worry, they only dare to fight us because they think Senior Brother Wang Feng isn't here. They won't be laughing in a moment."
"Senior sister, what do you mean?"
Liang Hong nodded slightly and said, "That's right, Senior Brother Wang Feng is already on his way back, otherwise I wouldn't have dared to provoke that bitch Wei Jing."
"Just do as I say, go up one by one and stall for time. They're doomed when Senior Brother Wang Feng gets back."
Just as Liang Hong finished speaking, she saw a man approaching from outside the arena. The man walked slowly and steadily to Liang Hong's side.
Upon seeing the man, Liang Hong exclaimed with delight, "Senior Brother Wang Feng, you've finally arrived!"
"Thankfully, I wasn't late."
"Senior Brother Wang Feng, it's your turn to perform next."
"With Senior Brother Wang Feng here, we're guaranteed to win."
"Hey, this time the other side is going to lose both their wife and their army."
The man was dressed in a white martial arts uniform, with a white cloak draped over his back. His white clothes were as white as snow, and he had sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes. His face was resolute, and his brows exuded a strong sense of confidence. This was Wang Feng.
Not only Liang Hong, but the other disciples of Yunhai Kingdom also showed excitement. Just a moment ago, they all had solemn expressions, but upon hearing of Wang Feng's arrival, they were all confident and seemed not to be worried at all about their side's failure.
As Wang Feng arrived, all the disciples of Yunhai Kingdom unconsciously gathered around him, as if he possessed a vortex-like aura, becoming the center of attention.
Ying Zhiwei's expression immediately turned grim upon seeing Wang Feng: "Oh no, wasn't that guy sent to Yunhai Kingdom? Why is he suddenly back?"
Wei Jing's grip on the sword hilt tightened: "Senior Brother Dongyuan, what should we do?"
With Wang Feng's arrival, the disciples of Jiuhua Kingdom all looked rather grim, the entire situation instantly reversed, and Ge Dongyuan was staring at Wang Feng with a look of apprehension.
It's clear that the one who could have caused all this was probably that disciple named Wang Feng.
"Senior Brother Dongyuan, things aren't looking good. Wasn't it said that Wang Feng went to Yunhai Kingdom on a mission? How come he suddenly reappeared?"
Ge Dongyuan's mind raced, but he couldn't come up with a solution. Although they were both at the Great Perfection of the Acquired Realm, Wang Feng was far stronger than him—that was a fact.
While Ge Dongyuan was pondering, the two on the arena decided their outcome. The disciple from Yunhai Kingdom won by a small margin, but it seemed he had no strength left to fight.
"Song Yu, come down. I'll take care of the rest."
It was Wang Feng from Yunhai Kingdom who spoke. He lightly touched the ground with his toes, and his entire body leaped up, directly onto the arena.
"Who wants to go first? Hurry up, I still have things to take care of."
Wang Feng spoke with a nonchalant air. As soon as he stepped onto the stage, without even drawing his sword from its sheath, he pointed at the people of Jiuhua Kingdom and said casually.
At this moment, Ying Zhiwei calmly said, "We still have one more person, so we have a numerical advantage. Senior Brother Dongyuan, you should be the last one. Let two people go and deplete Wang Feng's true energy first."
Ge Dongyuan nodded and said, "That's the only way. Wen Yu, you go first."
The true energy of the Acquired Realm is limited; once it is depleted, it can only be replenished by circulating mental techniques during meditation.
"I'll try to consume as much as possible."
The man named Wen Yu lacked Wang Feng's graceful movements. He walked step by step onto the arena, not wanting to waste a single bit of his true energy. Although he knew he would lose, he still wanted to deplete his opponent's true energy as much as possible.
Seeing that his opponent had already stepped onto the stage, Wang Feng didn't wait for his opponent to reach the center of the ring. He stomped his front foot, his skin billowing in the air, and then pushed off with his back foot, shooting out like an arrow, the turbulent air exploding around him.
Wang Feng shot through the air, his hand gripping the hilt of his sword flipped, shattering the scabbard into pieces. With a flick of his right arm, he thrust the longsword straight at his opponent.
This is the "Breaking the Cauldrons and Sinking the Boats" move from the Fuyun Sword Technique, usually used only when fighting to the death, but Wang Feng used it right from the start.
Wen Yu's expression was very solemn. He took half a step back with his right foot, leaned forward slightly, and held the longsword in front of his chest, laying the sword horizontally to block the tip of the opponent's sword with the side of the blade.
Wang Feng, flying through the air, ignored his opponent's actions and showed no intention of changing his tactics. Knowing that the tip of his sword would pierce the opponent's blade, he still shot straight ahead.
&a;bp;&a;bp;&a;bp;&a;bp;Clang!
A crisp sound rang out.
A slight smile flickered across Wang Feng's lips as he shot straight at his opponent, as if he were trying to stop a chariot with his bare hands.
Wang Yu felt a powerful force the instant the sword tip touched him; his jaw clenched instantly, and his hand gripping the sword trembled slightly.
Even so, he was still pushed backward by a tremendous force, his shoes were instantly worn through, and he was pushed to the edge of the ring.
Just then, Wang Feng changed his move. He strangely retracted the tip of his sword, and his body in mid-air performed a light and agile flip, unleashing a series of three kicks, each kick landing on the opponent's sword.
The third kick was like the last straw that broke the camel's back; the opponent was sent flying, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and fell off the stage.
&a;bp;&a;bp;&a;bp;&a;bp;“So strong.”
"Just one move."
Looking at Wang Feng's imposing presence, Wei Jing's cheeks twitched slightly. It seemed that he was truly only a hair's breadth away from the Qi Refining Realm, just missing an opportunity.
In the Acquired Realm, those who only have their hearts left to nourish can be considered to have reached the Great Perfection of the Acquired Realm. The difference between Wei Jing and Wang Feng is that one has just begun to nourish his heart, while the other, like Li Boyang, is only one step away from achieving the final goal.
Seeing that Wang Feng had defeated his opponent in one move, Ge Dongyuan gritted his teeth and decided, "Wang Feng is stronger than before. It seems there's no point in dragging this out. I'll handle it."
Just as Ge Dongyuan was about to go on stage.
A hand patted Ge Dongyuan's shoulder from behind his hair.