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Ling Xin's drill collided head-on with Wu Feng's Gang Qi. Though the clash was fierce and dazzling, it lasted only an instant before they passed each other and came to a stop more than ten meters apart, standing back-to-back.

Wu Feng clutched his chest and coughed, unable to help but sigh in admiration:

"Demon-Breaking Golden Edge really is overbearing... If your brother had used that move, I probably would have been pierced straight through the heart."

At that, Wu Feng shook his head. "But unfortunately, your cultivation is still a little lacking."

The moment he finished speaking, Ling Xin behind him slowly toppled to the ground, her body soon shining with the light of rebirth.

In that instant, Ling Xin had been killed!

Luo Jun glanced at Ling Yao beside him, thinking, The bragging you just did hasn't even gone cold yet.

Sure enough, he saw surprise on Ling Yao's face as well. The latter muttered, "That shouldn't have happened... How could this be..."

Number One Under Ascension had stumbled too, huh...

Luo Jun sighed. This wasn't the time to rub salt in someone else's wound, so he said nothing more.

Before long, the competitors who had finished their matches returned to the spectator stands. Ling Yao walked over to the victorious Wu Feng and gave him a long look. "Your sister is impressive. To have such ability at her age, she'll probably reach the Peak Realm within a few years." Having just "slaughtered" the man's sister, Wu Feng nevertheless greeted Ling Yao calmly, a smile still on his face.

"My Sister is naturally outstanding." Ling Yao smiled as well. "But I'm more curious—how did you block it?"

"How did I block it?" Wu Feng waved a hand. "Just a little trick I learned years ago. Not worth mentioning."

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