On another arena, Cheng Lian wielded a chilling spear. Its aura linked with the spear of the military baleful manifestation behind him, making his spearplay agile and ever-changing, flowing endlessly like a river as his attacks came without pause.
With a sweeping thrust, he knocked the wolf-toothed mace from the Great Feng general's hand, the spearpoint aimed directly at the vital point in his throat.
Seeing the cold spear so close before him, the man immediately panicked and retreated sharply.
Cheng Lian pursued for three steps, then planted his spear into the ground with a backhand motion and leaped into the air. His right leg swept out in a whipping kick, striking the man's waist amid a howling gale.
With a muffled bang, he sent him flying off the arena and crashing to the ground.
"General Cao!"
Below the arena, quite a few Great Feng soldiers rushed forward to inspect the general's injuries. However, he was already barely conscious, and even the armor around his waist had been shattered by Cheng Lian.
"Manifestation Realm. Are there any other Great Feng generals who want to come up and try?"
Cheng Lian stood with his spear in hand. After speaking confidently, he took out a pill that restored true qi, swallowed it, and slowly recovered as he circulated his cultivation technique.
This was already the fourth Manifestation Realm general he had fought. After battle upon battle, his true qi truly could not keep up, and he was somewhat exhausted.
Yet no one from Great Feng stepped forward again. One man had fought four consecutive matches and won them all. His strength was formidable, and the remaining Manifestation Realm generals exchanged glances, none of them confident.
"Look, General Feng has gone up!"
A startled cry immediately drew everyone's attention to the other side.