"Will this move really not beat me to death on the spot?"
"I can only hope the organizers' protective measures are strong enough to keep me alive..."
When Ling Wuyuan swung the sword in his hand and pointed its tip at him,
Feng Hu'an looked at the [Dragon] as it dove toward him at extreme speed, as though obeying an order.
Other than boundless sorrow, all that remained in his heart was a slight speechlessness.
It was a somewhat numb feeling.
All he could say was that he even felt like laughing.
Because being able to make Ling Wuyuan use a move of this caliber,
he felt that even if he died, it would be a glorious death.
In a sense,
his treatment was truly exceptional—far better than that of any previous challenger...
Mm~
The only problem was that this excessively special treatment might very well kill him on the spot, leaving him unable to return to the [Resting Area] to recuperate and proceed to the second round.
Thus, for a moment, his feelings were genuinely complicated.
The next moment,
the [Dragon] dove down.
Before it, Feng Hu'an's upright figure did not even count as a speck of dust.
The blade in his hand was likewise utterly negligible.
At this moment,
in his eyes,
the thing above his head was truly terrifying beyond measure.
Leaving aside anything else, the violent wind pressure created merely by its movement could effortlessly blow towering mountain ranges into the distant heavens like dust before a gale, send the weather across millions of miles into wild upheaval, and instantly turn indestructible metal into particles invisible to the naked eye!!
However... despite the enemy's overwhelmingly terrifying might, the longsword that had just left its sheath in his hand still stabbed toward that [Dragon] at extreme speed