Lu Li took a few more looks at his final opponent, finally showing a bit of interest. "Isn't there one here... an opponent with some skill."
Lin Feng frowned slightly at Lu Li's words. He was a prodigy of a top-tier sect and a seasoned winner of many battle royales. Being judged like that by Lu Li left him rather displeased.
Yet he had also watched Lu Li's path here, where nearly no one had lasted a single exchange against him. Lin Feng himself had only defeated several dozen people in this competition.
Without another word, the battle began in the next instant, Lin Feng taking the initiative.
There was a hint of appreciation in Lu Li's eyes. He could tell that Lin Feng's martial foundation was exceptionally solid. As the rumors said, Divine Martial Continent truly revered martial arts, and many of its people were martial cultivators.
Lin Feng's techniques were exquisite, his movement skills first-rate, and his spiritual will formidable. Lu Li's Conqueror's Haki had not directly shattered his focus and caused him to lose.
"How dare you humiliate me like this!?"
As Lu Li pondered, Lin Feng's furious roar rang out!
Lin Feng's eyes were bloodshot. He had realized that Lu Li seemed to have been distracted, lost in thought throughout their battle. The irony was that even so, his all-out attacks were effortlessly evaded beneath Lu Li's graceful footwork.
Lu Li was like a dancer wandering through the void, brushing past every one of his techniques. The difference was no more than a hair's breadth, yet it felt like a distance of a thousand miles.
Lin Feng realized that Lu Li had evaded all his attacks with the smallest of movements, without even seeming to think. In an instant, he understood that the other man's combat