On the Martial Arts Arena.
After Jia Zhangyuan's relentless offensive had lasted for more than half an incense stick's time.
At this moment, with Lu Feng at the center, the ground all around him was littered with hidden weapons, even denser than rice spread out by farmers to dry. There was scarcely anywhere left to set foot.
An ordinary person facing such a scene would likely have long since been pierced through by countless hidden weapons, their body riddled with holes as they fell dead on the spot.
Yet Lu Feng was entirely unscathed. Not even his clothes had suffered the slightest tear.
The greatest effect Jia Zhangyuan's assault had had on him was the unavoidable wear that had appeared on the Snow Clearing Sword in his hand after blocking countless attacks.
The incense in the distance had only a tiny portion left.
Jia Zhangyuan suppressed the agitation in his heart. After repeated probing had yielded no results, he finally recognized the reality before him. Lu Feng's Ci Yun Kasaya was truly watertight when it came to defense.
Moreover, this defense was not a straightforward block, but a clever redirection of force, using four ounces to deflect a thousand pounds.
It could be said to perfectly restrain his storm-like barrage of hidden weapons.
Their expenditure was not even on the same level. If his throwing of hidden weapons consumed ten, then Lu Feng consumed at most five or six. Often, a single sword strike could block numerous hidden weapons traveling along the same trajectory, greatly reducing the expenditure.
Trying to drag Lu Feng down in a battle of attrition and force him to reveal a flaw on his own was plainly unrealistic.
Knowing that little time remained.
Jia Zhangyuan's gaze suddenly turned resolute. He secretly activated a secret art, and