Endless Sword Prison

Zhao Feng's sword, like a maggot gnawing at bone, was locked tightly onto Lin Feng.

That Sky-Splitting Sword Intent was not only incomparably sharp but also carried a powerful mental restraint, greatly limiting Lin Feng's Wind and Thunder Flash movement technique. Every dodge was perilous, like dancing on the tip of a blade.

"I can't stay on the defensive forever!"

A fierce glint flashed in Lin Feng's eyes. After narrowly dodging a thrust aimed at his throat once more, he stomped his feet hard, his body advancing instead of retreating. He actually closed the distance with Zhao Feng!

At the same time, purple-black Wind and Thunder True Qi surged madly around his fists. He abandoned ranged attacks, instead compressing his power to the extreme at his fist tips, forming two incredibly condensed lightning gauntlets.

"Close combat? You're asking for death!"

Zhao Feng's eyes turned cold. He shifted his sword stance, changing his thrust into a slash. The sword light poured out like mercury, covering all of Lin Feng's vital points.

"Clang, clang, clang!"

Fists and sword clashed, erupting in crisp sounds dense as raindrops on banana leaves!

Lin Feng integrated the essence of Wind and Thunder Flash into close-quarters combat. His fists were like two venomous dragons emerging from their caves, fighting fast with fast, using offense as defense, constantly seeking gaps within the sword light to break through Zhao Feng's defense.

His fist techniques fused the agility of wind with the explosive power of thunder. At times, he was like a gentle breeze swaying willows, deflecting the sword's momentum; at others, he was like a thunderclap, forcefully meeting the attack head-on.

Occasionally, his fist tips grazed past, and the corrosive power of the wind's malevolence within even caused Zhao Feng's protective sword qi to fluctuate slightly.

However, Zhao Feng's sword was simply too fast, too dense!

His Sword Intent was incredibly firm and focused. He wielded a set of basic sword techniques to perfection, defending flawlessly. Furthermore, he repeatedly seized the openings Lin Feng exposed during his aggressive attacks to launch fierce counterattacks.

"Ching!"

Sword light flashed, and another bloody gash appeared on Lin Feng's shoulder.

"Bang!"

The lightning fist struck the sword blade, and Zhao Feng's arm also went slightly numb from the electric shock.

The two fought fast with fast, their figures flashing and colliding at high speed on the stage, dazzling the onlookers.

Blood occasionally splattered from their bodies, falling onto the dark gold stage floor, a shocking sight.

This was no longer just a contest of strength and technique, but a battle of will and endurance!

The audience held their breath, their hearts pounding violently with every perilous exchange.

They had never witnessed such an intense, such a dangerous, yet such a spectacular duel!

"These two... are too strong!"

"They're fighting like their lives depend on it!"

"Who will win in the end?"

On the high platform, even the Star River Martial King and other powerful figures nodded slightly, showing looks of admiration.

The potential and resilience these two youngsters displayed were indeed far beyond their peers.

During the fierce battle, Zhao Feng's eyes grew brighter and brighter. His aura and Sword Intent seemed to be constantly purified and sublimated in the fight.

He felt his Sword Heart becoming clearer, and the barrier that had troubled him for a long time seemed to show signs of loosening.

"That's it! Pressure! I need more pressure!"

Zhao Feng roared inwardly, his sword stance becoming even more ferocious, subtly showing a tendency to completely suppress Lin Feng.

Lin Feng also felt immense pressure. Zhao Feng's sword seemed limitless, growing stronger with every battle!

He knew he couldn't continue like this, draining his energy. He had to break the stalemate!

He forcefully pushed back the attacking sword light with a punch, using the momentum to retreat several steps, temporarily creating distance.

His chest rose and fell slightly. Several sword marks adorned his body, but his eyes became even sharper.

"Zhao Feng, your sword is indeed formidable," Lin Feng said slowly, his voice carrying a hint of breathlessness but still steady. "But it's time this ended."

Zhao Feng stood with his sword, the tip pointing diagonally at the ground, his aura still sharp. "Show me whatever other tricks you have!"

Lin Feng stopped speaking. He slowly closed his eyes.

The lightning and starlight in his left and right eyes no longer attempted to merge. Instead, they each rotated rapidly along their unique trajectories!

Simultaneously, the purple-black Wind and Thunder True Qi around him stopped its violent outward release. Instead, it converged and compressed madly towards his dantian like a hundred rivers flowing into the sea!

A destructive aura, far more terrifying and restrained than before, capable of swallowing all light and sound, began to spread outwards with Lin Feng at its center!

Even the light on the stage seemed to distort and dim!

Zhao Feng's pupils constricted, and alarm bells rang in his heart!

He felt a fatal threat! He couldn't let him continue gathering power!

"Endless Sword Prison!"

He roared, pouring his sword intent, which had climbed to its peak, and all his True Qi into his ancient sword without reservation!

The sword body emitted a humming sound as if it could no longer bear the load, suddenly erupting with unprecedented, brilliant radiance!

He and his sword became one, transforming into a death storm composed of countless fine sword qi that covered the entire stage, sweeping towards Lin Feng!

This was his ultimate sword move, transforming himself into a prison, his sword light inescapable, sealing all space for evasion, aiming to shred everything within its range into dust!

Facing this unavoidable killing blow, Lin Feng's tightly shut eyes suddenly snapped open!

Within his left eye, a world of thunder exploded!

Within his right eye, a vortex of stars collapsed frantically!

The Wind and Thunder energy compressed to its limit in his dantian finally reached its breaking point!

He didn't throw a punch, nor did he unleash any specific martial skill. He simply opened his mouth towards the sweeping "Endless Sword Prison" and let out a low roar, as if from the ancient, primordial wilderness:

"Wind! Thunder! Annihilation!"

"Weng--!!!"

An invisible, formless, yet seemingly rule-twisting, all-returning wave of energy erupted from Lin Feng in a spherical shape, spreading out in all directions!

Wherever the wave passed, the countless fine sword energies that formed the "Endless Sword Prison" met their bane. Their speed drastically reduced, their structure collapsed, and before they could even approach Lin Feng, they dissolved, disintegrated, and were annihilated like snow under the sun!

Zhao Feng, the core of the sword prison he had transformed into, violently collided with this wave of annihilation!

"Pfft--!"

There was no earth-shattering explosion, only a dull sound, as if space itself were being torn apart.

Zhao Feng's figure fell from the sword light, his face ashen, spitting out a mouthful of blood. The ancient sword in his hand clattered to the ground.

He knelt on one knee, his trembling arms barely supporting his body, looking in disbelief at Lin Feng, who still stood, albeit with a slightly paler face and ragged breathing.

His ultimate sword move... had been broken!

Annihilated by a method he couldn't comprehend, from the very origin of the energy!

The entire venue fell into deathly silence!

Everyone was so stunned by this scene, which defied their understanding, that they were rendered speechless.

Lin Feng slowly calmed his churning Blood Essence, looking at the kneeling Zhao Feng, and said in a deep voice, "You lost."

Zhao Feng looked up at Lin Feng, his eyes filled with complex emotions—shock, unwillingness, but ultimately, a hint of relief and... respect.

He struggled to his feet, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, picked up the ancient sword from the ground, and cupped his fist towards Lin Feng in a solemn salute:

"I am convinced."

With that, he turned and stumbled off the stage.

"First half-bracket, Lin Feng wins!" the referee announced loudly, his voice carrying undisguised excitement.

After a brief silence, cheers and shouts erupted like a volcanic explosion!

"Lin Feng! Lin Feng! Lin Feng!"

The roar of the crowd surged towards the heavens!

Lin Feng stood in the center of the stage, bathed in countless gazes and cheers, slowly exhaling a breath of turbid air.

The semifinals... secured!

His gaze shifted to another arena.

There, Qin Wushuang remained, clad in snow-white robes, hands behind his back, as if the match that had just concluded was nothing more than a trivial game.

His opponent, Lieyang Martial High's Lie Fentian, had already fallen to the ground, unconscious.

Sensing Lin Feng's gaze, Qin Wushuang turned his head and gave him a knowing smile. His lips moved, silently forming three words:

"See you in the finals."