Outside Yuyun Village.
Ji Feng and Sage Feili were heading toward each other, and a few breaths later, the two stepped into the sparring arena.
At the same time, a song played in the livestream.
felt like the weight of the world was on my shoulders
pressure to break or retreat at every turn
facing the fear that the truth is discovered
no telling how all this will work out
but I've too far to go back now
I am looking for ******* looking for *******
and to find it cost me everything I have
Before coming to Azeroth, Ji Feng's livestream often played two songs. One was Glorious Years, and the other was this *******, Freedom, an interlude from a movie telling the story of a slave's counterattack.
To pursue freedom, one must fight for it. At this moment, even though a formidable enemy stood before him, Ji Feng's heart was filled with courage.
"Sage Feili, make your move!"
Griping the Thunderfury tightly with one hand, Ji Feng licked his lips and said solemnly.
"It's finally starting?"
"Holy shit..., this song sounds good, streamer tell us the title."
"This song is from a movie Leonardo DiCaprio made, it seems to be called: *******..."
Although it was still early in the morning, the atmosphere in the livestream was still heated. Many viewers stared closely at the screen as the main show everyone had waited so long for finally began.
"Xuen's Blessing."
"White Tiger Charge."
On the sparring arena, Sage Feili cast a buff on himself, and his momentum rose significantly. As his voice fell, his figure flashed, and he blasted toward Ji Feng.
This move was extremely similar to a Demon Hunter's Fel Rush. In an instant, Sage Feili arrived right in front of Ji Feng.
Slash!
As the Spear of Xuen thrust toward Ji Feng, Ji Feng gripped the Thunderfury tightly and slashed fiercely at Sage Feili. He completely failed to put up any defense, instead using a mutually destructive fighting style.
Parry!
Sage Feili had originally intended to end the battle in a single strike, but now, if he did not promptly block this blow from Ji Feng, he would suffer heavy injuries even if he killed Ji Feng.
The long spear in his hand swung, and the Thunderfury was blocked.
Where their weapons collided, a blinding spark instantly burst out...
"Humph! I didn't expect you to resort to a mutually destructive fighting style, Ji Xinfeng. I might as well tell you, I'm wearing black iron mail armor, and this was forged by the master blacksmith of my Feili Village... It won't be so easy for you to break through my defense."
Weapons, trinkets, rings, necklaces, and cloaks could increase combat power, while helmets, chestplates, leg guards, gloves, and boots could increase armor. Ji Feng's armor was 0, but Sage Feili's armor was a full 202 points.
Previously, the night elves had given Ji Feng quite a bit of equipment. That equipment would indeed add armor when worn by others, but it had no effect when Ji Feng wore it, so he hadn't put it on.
"Feili, come again..."
At this moment, Ji Feng rolled up his sleeves and said coldly.
With a deep frown, Sage Feili slowly approached Ji Feng step by step.
"Frenzied Stab."
Having adjusted his breathing, the White Tiger Sage thrust his long spear rapidly at Ji Feng. Striking multiple times in succession, the speed was as fast as thunder, making it completely impossible for the eye to follow.
The talent system—without the talent system, Ji Feng simply couldn't withstand the opponent's attacks.
The only things he had mastered were Mountain-Clumping Palm, Tiger Palm, Blackout Kick, and Roll—the most basic martial arts of a basic monk. Under these circumstances, the situation for him could be described as incomparably perilous.
"Rise..."
After the two fought continuously for a good while, Sage Feili finally seized on a lapse by Ji Feng. The long spear in his hand swept out, and the tail of the spear slammed heavily into Ji Feng's waist. The tremendous force instantly blasted him flying backward.
Bang!
Ji Feng smashed into the ground, instantly kicking up a cloud of dust.
Pressing his advantage without letting up, Sage Feili gave Ji Feng not a shred of breathing room and quickly attacked again. Yet at this moment, Ji Feng lay on the ground seemingly without a chance to get back up.
"If Brother Feng loses this battle, he probably won't ever have a chance to overthrow the mogu in this lifetime. Oh my god!"
At this moment, the viewers seemed to have already seen the ending.
"Master Ji..."
Right now, around the sparring arena, Ji Feng's disciples also cried out in alarm.
"Cough cough..."
Amidst everyone's exclamations, Ji Feng even coughed up a mouthful of fresh blood. The force of that last blow was incomparably powerful, and by now, he had sustained internal injuries.
"Humph! It's over."
As soon as those words fell, Sage Feili thrust his spear toward Ji Feng's right arm. If Ji Feng couldn't block this blow, his right arm would at best be fractured, and at worst, it would probably be skewered right off.
"It is not over, it's only just beginning..."
"I haven't changed history yet, I haven't founded an era I desire yet, and I don't yet know what my clan will become in the future—how can I fall here?"
"Heart of the Lion, block this blow for me!"
Ji Feng hadn't taken out his shield at the start precisely to block Sage Feili's lethal strike at an unexpected moment. At this moment, the time to decide the outcome had arrived. Instantly, the Heart of the Lion appeared in Ji Feng's left hand, and in a flash, the massive Heart of the Lion blocked the Spear of Xuen.
"Clang!"
The Spear of Xuen was sharp beyond compare, its tip actually piercing into the Heart of the Lion. At that moment, using all his remaining strength, Ji Feng gripped the Thunderfury and stabbed toward Feili.
The Spear of Xuen was jammed in the shield and couldn't be pulled out for the moment, while the Thunderfury had already thrust forward. With no other choice, Sage Feili had no option but to abandon the Spear of Xuen and retreat outside the attack range of the Thunderfury.
"Cough cough..."
The Heart of the Lion was already ruined. Ji Feng let go of the shield that had saved his life, and at the same time, he used the Thunderfury to support himself on the ground and slowly stood up.
Bandage!
The moment he got to his feet, he applied a bandage to himself.
"Ji Xinfeng, I didn't expect you to actually learn the magic of the elven race. Is this the elven race's arcane spatial magic?" At this moment, Sage Feili was uninjured, and he looked at Ji Feng with a grim expression.
As soon as those words left his mouth, the surrounding pandaren instantly broke into heated discussion.
"Could it be that Ji Xinfeng has no ancestral heritage, and he actually wants to teach elven magic on our pandaren land? I'm certainly not learning elven magic."
"Looking at him, he seems unable to hold on much longer. All that talk of ancestral heritage was a lie..."
If Ji Feng had demanded a bare-fist duel with Sage Feili at the very beginning, Sage Feili absolutely would not have agreed. But now that Sage Feili had no weapon while Ji Feng held one, Feili began to guide public opinion.
"Haha, haha..., Feili, do you know why you can only ever be a sage for your entire life, unable to become a protector, and entirely failing to earn a title? It's because you completely lack the wisdom of a sage. The wisdom of a sage lies in the ability to unite people under different banners beneath a single banner. In this regard, you still fall far short."
"You're afraid of the weapon in my hand, aren't you! Very well..., then I won't use a weapon... Today, I'll let you see the arts of the ancestors. Even with bare hands, I will thoroughly and completely defeat you..."
Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, Ji Feng wore a sneer as he pressed down hard with his right hand, driving the Thunderfury straight into the ground.
"The wisdom of the ancestral sages? Ridiculous... Without blades, without equipment, no amount of wisdom can save the pandaren tribe... You bastard, go die... Mountain-Clumping Palm..."
Striking an opening stance, Sage Feili attacked Ji Feng.
Because he was wearing heavy mail armor, Sage Feili was unable to execute overly agile attacks. He looked just like a mogu, whereas Ji Feng was bare-handed, wearing nothing more than a slave's robe. At this moment, Ji Feng looked just like a slave.
Uncannily, many of the pandaren felt this way.
"Viewers, if I win against this guy today, whatever you all want to watch during this period, I will stream... Wish me victory!"
Sending a bullet comment, Ji Feng prepared himself to receive the attack.
Fast, fast to the absolute limit!
Ji Feng was too late to block this palm strike. He knew it very well—or rather, he wanted to block this blow, but his body couldn't keep up with the speed of his brain.
Bang!
Amidst their exchange, Sage Feili's fist struck heavily against Ji Feng's chest, instantly sending him falling backward. The moment he leaned back, he also lashed out fiercely with a kick—Blackout Kick.
Feili had knocked Ji Feng down with a punch, but that Blackout Kick struck fiercely against his neck. From this single blow, Sage Feili suffered unimaginable, heavy trauma. With one kick, he was directly sent coughing up a large mouthful of fresh blood...
His hands sprawled out like a dead frog, his two legs instantly buckled downward, and blood sprayed out as if it were worthless. He only felt as though his neck had been trampled by the foot of a gigantic Mushan beast.
A monk's skills required chi. Without activating his talents currently, Ji Feng's chi could not be effectively replenished. Five points—he only had 5 points of chi right now. This single martial art, Blackout Kick, consumed 2 points of chi, leaving him with 3 points remaining.
Rising with an iron-bridge bend, Ji Feng looked toward Feili. At this moment, Feili was in an even more miserable state than him.
"You, you bastard, actually dare to hurt me. I am a Feili Village Sage... Today I must kill you..."
At this moment, the Feili Village Sage had completely lost his sanity.
"Sage Feili, you must know that all people are born equal. Where are there any sages, and where are there any lowly commoners? I must say this here: if I do wrong, my disciples can also beat me down. I have never acknowledged myself as any Master Ji; I am merely a pandaren. What I want to do is make the mogu understand that pandaren are born free!"
At this moment, the surrounding pandaren all focused their gazes on Ji Feng, and a voice rang out, shaking the heavens.
It wasn't for power, nor was it for wealth. Freedom—everything he did was for freedom, and for shattering the shackles of this old world.
This kind of pure conviction was the most capable of piercing deeply into people's hearts...
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