One Sleeve Sent a Saint-Realm Expert Flying

Wharton remained cautious and vigilant. Another golden light flashed, and in the blink of an eye, Wharton's longsword was upon him. This time, Blumer didn't attack anywhere else, but instead targeted Wharton's eyes Blumer.

The tip of the sword, gleaming with golden light, was already upon them.

"Pfft!" The left hand, covered in dragon scales, gripped Blumer's Ice Dream Sword tightly. Despite Blumer's attack power, he couldn't push the Ice Dream Sword any further. Wharton's left palm was pressed against the tip of the Ice Dream Sword.

Blumer's expression changed.

Escape!

With a sudden jerk, Blumer drew his Ice Dream Sword, pushed off the ground, and sped backward, skimming the Extreme Speed of the battle platform. Wharton's dragon tail grazed past Blumer's body. Had Blumer not been close to the ground, he would have been struck.

"Huff." Blumer stood at the edge of the battle platform, slightly out of breath. It had been too dangerous; Wharton's dragon tail had almost struck him.

Blumer was also having a headache; Wharton's defense was too formidable. His attacks simply couldn't break through it.

"Is that the only move we can use?" Blumer's understanding of the Light and Shadow Sword was still relatively superficial. However, following Olivier's teachings, he could indeed unleash the Light and Shadow Sword's terrifying attack power.

The entire Martial Arena held its breath. The speed of the battle between the experts was too fast. Most people didn't even see it clearly. They only saw Blumer transform into sixteen figures, as if he were Teleportation.

But Wharton was like a solid fortress; no matter how Blumer attacked, he couldn't hurt him. "If you don't attack me, then it's my turn to attack you." Wharton's voice echoed Martial Arena, and then Wharton charged forward with Gale.

Blumer immediately prepared to dodge.

But Wharton's seemingly light and flimsy Warblade Slaughter blade moved with uncanny speed, slashing straight at Blumer's head. Blumer Extreme Speed fell backward, simultaneously kicking his legs hard against the ground.

"Whoosh!" Blumer retreated Extreme Speed.

He retreated quickly, but Wharton's Warblade Slaughter's blade was even faster, about to strike Blumer's vital abdomen. Blumer immediately spread his legs and rolled backward.

"Thud!" The Warblade Slaughter Blade grazed Blumer's back and slammed into the ground.

A single, decisive strike seals the Warblade Slaughter!

"Boom!" The entire battle platform shook violently, the magic array collapsed, and cracks appeared on the platform itself. This scene stunned the 80,000 spectators in the stands.

This battle platform has very strong defenses; it even managed to shatter the magic circle.

Blumer somersaulted in mid-air before landing on the edge of the stands, causing the spectators there to gasp in surprise.

Blumer roared angrily, his face contorted in rage.

Wharton suddenly stomped on the battle platform, causing it to crack again. Wharton then Extreme Speed towards Blumer, who was standing at the edge of the stands, but Blumer dodged once more.

"Ah!"

The spectators in the stands screamed in fright when they saw Wharton charging towards them.

But Wharton, who was originally extremely fast, suddenly changed direction with a slight tap on the stands, and chased after Blumer directly.

After Blumer fled to the stands, his face began to turn red, emitting a faint red glow. Then his face turned golden, and Blumer's eyes turned red.

"What is Blumer doing? Is he preparing to use his last resort?" Lin Feng frowned.

Wharton, however, showed no fear. Warblade Slaughter his massive battle sword, he charged forward to engage Blumer in close combat.

Meanwhile, the audience in the stands cheered for Wharton, while many others cursed Blumer. Clearly, Blumer's repeated evasions were making the audience very unhappy. What kind of player is he, repeatedly running away with his speed? He might as well just admit defeat.

Blumer watched coldly as Wharton charged forward, a hint of madness in his bloodshot eyes.

The golden light on the surface of the Ice Dream Sword in his hand suddenly took on a hint of white light, which Lin Feng below clearly felt. The sword's aura had become even more fierce.

"Buzz!"

He used the same trick again. Blumer's figure transformed once more, and streaks of white and golden light shone on the battle stage, as more and more Blumer appeared on the stage.

"Blumer, is all you can do is run away?" Wharton stood still. "Come on then, if you've got the guts."

Wharton also knew that he was not as fast as Blumer.

"Wharton, so be it!" A voice rang out through gritted teeth, and a dazzling, mottled golden light flashed, and a longsword appeared before Wharton. Wharton was taken aback.

This time, the speed was even faster than the last time.

"Drink!" Wharton once again reached for the Ice Dream Sword with his left hand, still using his resilient palm to block the tip of the Ice Dream Sword, but this time, "Pfft!"

The Ice Dream Sword, its surface shimmering with golden-white light, pierced directly through Wharton's palm and then, with astonishing speed, penetrated Wharton's chest armor.

An eerie flow of golden and white light pierced through Wharton's Ice Dream Sword armor once more.

It sounds slow, but in reality it only took a moment; the Ice Dream Sword pierced through Wharton's palm and then into Wharton chest. Wharton's reaction was also extremely fast.

"Get out!" Wharton kicked Blumer hard with his right leg.

Blumer, prepared, suddenly drew his longsword; the thrust was difficult, but the withdrawal was much easier. Blumer dodged Wharton's kick, but he couldn't avoid the lash from Wharton's dragon tail. Wharton's leg and tail were actually attacking in succession.

"Snap!" The dragon's tail lashed out, and seeing that he couldn't dodge it, Blumer could only block it with his left arm. At the same time, he used the force to deflect the impact and tried to dodge to the right.

"Boom!"

Blumer's left arm, protected by his battle aura, was twisted and contorted by the slap. The tip of the dragon's tail even struck Blumer's back, sending Blumer tumbling through the air.

Wharton collapsed to the ground, blood gushing from his chest.

"Big guy!"

Nina exclaimed.

Wharton's injuries were severe. Although he managed to avoid Blumer's fatal blow, Wharton had still damaged his lungs. Now, even a cough caused Wharton to convulse in pain.

Blumer rolled on the ground but stood up. His left arm was broken, but he was still capable of fighting. Wharton, on the other hand, was almost unable to move. Any sudden movement could worsen his already injured lungs and lead to his death.

"Ha ha"

Blumer sneered. At this point, it could be said that Blumer had won the battle. But then, Blumer suddenly rushed towards Wharton at Extreme Speed, his Ice Dream Sword showing no mercy as he tried to stab Wharton.

At the same time as Blumer moved, a figure below moved almost simultaneously.

"Get out of the way!" A furious shout rang out. All the 80,000 spectators saw was a Gale, followed by a blur of a hand striking Blumer's body.

Blumer immediately and desperately channeled his inner fighting spirit to form a fighting spirit shield.

He didn't dare to take the blow head-on, so he used the force of the blow hitting his aura shield to retreat Extreme Speed. Even so, he still heard the sound of his bones cracking.

Blood gushed out.

Lin Feng didn't want Blumer dead, so he didn't kill him; otherwise, a single palm strike would have been enough to turn Blumer into mincemeat.

"Wharton, how are you?" Lin Feng ignored Blumer and immediately examined Wharton's injuries carefully.

"I... I'm fine." Wharton shook his head.

"Please, sir in the blue robe, step down. No one else is allowed to interfere in their battle." A cold voice rang out, and it was Mr. Kenyon from the judges' panel who spoke.

Lin Feng turned to look at him.

"I concede defeat on behalf of my brother," Lin Feng said coldly. A decisive battle lost is a loss; for Lin Feng, nothing is more important than Wharton's life. This was something he had long anticipated.

Lin Feng supported Wharton 'Wharton acceptance of Blumer's challenge even though he knew Wharton 'Wharton arrogance and let him learn from his defeat so that he could make further progress.

"No," Kenyon said calmly. "According to the rules of the final battle, unless one side voluntarily concedes defeat, the fight must continue until the very end. Wharton hasn't conceded yet; the battle isn't over."

Blumer managed to stand up as well.

Although his injuries looked terrible, Lin Feng hadn't hit any vital organs. He still had the strength to fight.

"You're Wharton's older brother? But please step down and let me continue my match with Wharton," Blumer said directly.

Wharton's lungs were injured, so he had to speak softly; otherwise, speaking too forcefully would aggravate the injury. Wharton opened his mouth and tried to speak loudly, "I, I..."

Seeing his younger brother sweating profusely from the pain, Lin Feng's heart ached. "Wharton, stop talking, stop talking." Lin Feng forbade his brother from speaking any further.

"Sir, please step down from the battle platform," Kenyon announced loudly from the judges' panel. "Step down my ass! Shut the hell up!" Lin Feng was furious. Kenyon was ungrateful and dared to talk back to him at a time like this. He really didn't know what death meant.

The entire Martial Arena fell silent instantly, even Kenyon on the judges' panel was stunned. He had actually been insulted!

He, a direct disciple of the Martial War God and a Saint Realm expert, was actually insulted!

Moreover, he was insulted in the Martial Arena, in front of 80,000 spectators.

But what was even more shocking was that Lin Feng flicked his sleeve, and Gale suddenly arose, sending Kenyon flying out of the Martial Arena and disappearing from everyone's sight.

Still reeling from the shock of what had just happened, the crowd froze in place upon witnessing this scene.

The War God's personal disciple, Saint Realm expert, was sent flying with a single slap of someone's sleeve. This... this...

Even the Rock Sword Saint Hederson and His Majesty Joanne stood up in shock, staring at Lin Feng in disbelief.

Haydson, who considered himself the strongest in the Saint Realm, sadly discovered that he hadn't even seen Lin Feng's movements clearly. He only felt Laws of Wind power, and then he saw that Kenyon, who had just been beside him, was gone—or rather, he had been swatted away.

As for Joanne, his eyes practically bulged out. A disciple of the War God, Saint Realm expert, a god-like existence, and he was sent flying with a single slap? This was too much of a joke! Although he knew Lin Feng was strong, he never expected Lin Feng's strength to be so terrifying.

The Barker Five Brothers, Sessler and Buck, sitting below the stage, stared at Lin Feng with their mouths agape, as if they had swallowed flies. Although they knew Lin Feng Lin Feng was incredibly strong, he had never fully revealed his strength to them, and they only thought Lin Feng was slightly stronger than an ordinary Saint Realm expert.