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Only now did their battle truly ascend to another level. Every move, every gesture contained the power of slaughter; the slightest lapse would mean death here.

Even Dragon City was no longer as composed as before. Fine sweat visibly trickled down his cheeks.

It was not necessarily due to depleted stamina or true qi, but because he had to remain intensely focused against killing intent that could strike at any moment. The mental expenditure was enormous, and even his body showed traces of fatigue.

Yet his eyes grew brighter and brighter, for he had vaguely sensed where victory lay.

In a short time, the two had exchanged more than forty moves. The vast open ground by Mingxiu Lake had nearly been ravaged beyond recognition—grass burned here, the ground was sliced into deep ravines there, and not a single patch remained intact. It no longer bore any trace of its former graceful beauty.

Yet among the hundreds present, few mourned this sight, because the splendor and value of this battle were far beyond what a scenic place could compare with...

Zhuo Mufeng panted heavily, drenched in sweat. Beads of perspiration before his eyes were evaporated by the scorching power of the Phoenix Wing Censer. The object in his hand felt increasingly heavy, and it was as though huge boulders had been tied to his legs, faintly showing signs that he could no longer bear the burden.

His expression was naturally terrible as well. Compared to Dragon City, his condition was far worse.

To put it plainly, in terms of foundation, reserves, and martial arts alone, he was not qualified to contend with Dragon City, much less fight him so fiercely that neither held an edge.

His current result relied entirely on the Phoenix Wing Censer.

But what was the Phoenix Wing