Arena Stage on.
Gu Qingfeng stands at the north end and Lin Feng stands at the south end.
The two are thirty meters apart.
The spectator seats were almost full.
Fifty thousand people were packed into the building so tightly that there were people standing in the passage.
The host on the commentary desk changed three glasses of water, but his voice was still hoarse.
"Dragon Abyss Cup The 11th individual battle final--Modu Martial Arts University Gu Qingfeng, versus Capital Martial Arts Academy Lin Feng!"
The place was buzzing with applause and shouts.
Lin Feng put Fang of Calamity by his feet and glanced at the opposite side.
Gu Qingfeng stood with a gun, the tip of the silver spear reflecting cold light under the light.
His expression was more solemn than ever before.
His left hand hangs by his side, holding something in his palm.
That red pill.
Captured by Psychic Power of Lin Feng.
There's something wrong with the energy fluctuations emitted by that pill.
It's not an ordinary gain Elixir, it contains an extremely violent energy core.
Banned drugs.
The referee stood between the two men and raised his right hand.
"The rules confirm that you are responsible for your life and death. Both parties signed a life and death contract, regardless of the outcome, and will not be held accountable."
Life and death battle.
This is the tradition of Dragon Abyss Cup finals.
Signed Life-Death Contract, died in vain.
After the referee completes the confirmation, he retreats to a safe distance.
"Start!"
Gu Qingfeng Without any hesitation.
He opened his mouth and swallowed the scarlet pill.
A moment.
The bones all over his body were cracking, and every vertebrae was making a rattling sound.
A layer of red lines appeared on the surface of the skin, veins spread from the forehead to the neck, and the pupils turned deep red.
The breath is rising crazily.
Martial King Eighth Stage.
Martial King Ninth Stage.
Martial King Perfection.
It hasn't stopped yet!
Boom!
A terrifying wave of air erupted from Gu Qingfeng's body, blasting a circle of spider web cracks on the ground of Arena Stage.
Half-Step Martial Venerable.
In the stands of 50,000 people, everyone's expressions changed at the same time.
"Prohibited drugs? He took banned drugs?"
"What is that? The aura has reached Half-Step Martial Venerable!"
"Organizing Committee doesn't care?!"
Qin Lie jumped up in the rest area and shouted at Organizing Committee's seat, "Banned drugs! He used banned drugs! Is Organizing Committee blind?!"
Several people from Organizing Committee looked at each other.
One of them whispered, "There is no prohibition on using Elixir gain in the rules..."
"There is no ban? He is taking banned drugs!!"
"There is no clear definition of 'banned drugs' in the rules..."
Qin Lie almost smashed the chair in the rest area on the spot.
Ye Zhiqiu held him down and said, "The game has already begun, there is no point in shouting."
Arena Stage on.
Gu Qingfeng changes continue.
The red Spirit Pattern appeared on the silver spear, and the air around the tip of the spear was distorted.
The aura of Half-Step Martial Venerable filled the entire arena.
Several Martial Ancestor-level spectators turned pale and held on to the railings to prevent them from kneeling down.
Gu Qingfeng held the gun and locked his red pupils on Lin Feng.
"I admit that you are physically very strong."
His voice became hoarse and cracked, and the side effects of the banned drugs were eroding his vocal cords.
"But the championship can only belong to Magic City."
The same moment her voice fell, the person had disappeared from the spot.
Speed!
Half-Step Martial Venerable speed!
The spear turned into a red lightning bolt, with the momentum of Destruction tearing apart the space, and pierced Lin Feng's face.
The light of the gun came to his eyes.
Qin Lie's heart was in his throat.
Su Wan'er covered his mouth.
Mo Changfeng's fists were clenched so hard that his nails dug into his flesh.
The shouts of fifty thousand people solidified at this moment.
Lin Feng didn't move.
It's not that it's too late to move.
He had no intention of moving at all.
His left hand stuck out.
Open your fingers.
The palm of his hand was facing the silver spear tip that was stabbing like a meteor.
Pfft--
The moment the tip of the gun touched the palm of Lin Feng.
The crimson gun light disappeared.
The silver gun tip was tightly pinched by five fingers, making a harsh sound of metal squeezing.
The gun body trembled twice in Lin Feng's palm.
No progress has been made.
Half-Step Martial Venerable's full thrust.
Caught by a hand.
The voices of the 50,000 people in the audience completely disappeared.
It's like someone pressed the mute button all of a sudden.
Gu Qingfeng's crimson pupils were filled with despair.
He drew his gun back as hard as he could.
Can't pump.
Lin Feng's five fingers are like five iron pillars, firmly locking the tip of the gun.
<Indestructible Golden Body Art>The perfect body.
Completely immune to physical attacks of the same level.
Damage across one level is reduced by 60%.
Half-Step Martial Venerable is a level higher than Martial King, but after the power of this gun has been reduced by 60%, it can't even break the skin of Lin Feng.
Gu Qingfeng's hands are shaking.
The friction between the tip of the gun and the palm of his hand erupted into a string of dazzling sparks.
But the string of sparks left no trace on Lin Feng's skin.
Lin Feng raised his head and looked at Gu Qingfeng's red eyes.
"Half-Step Martial Venerable? That's it?"
He pulled out the Fang of Calamity in his right hand.
The dark gold Dragon Scale Spirit Pattern all lights up.
"I'm a knife Martial Venerable striking power!"
<Mountain-Breaking Slash>.
Bottom up.
Fang of Calamity While grabbing the tip of the gun with his left hand, he lifted it up from below with his right hand.
Gale Wind is not cut upwards, it is cut upwards along the body of the silver spear.
The penetration effect is fully activated.
Dark attribute erosion.
Blade Critical Strike.
All buffs are stacked.
The silver spear split into two pieces on the trajectory of Gale Wind.
There is no attenuation after Gale Wind penetrates the gun body and continues upward.
From crotch to Tian Ling Gai.
A golden thread.
Gu Qingfeng's body froze in place.
In the pupils, the light quickly dissipated.
The blood line split.
The whole person was split in half from the middle.
Blood splattered three meters high.
The last Dragon Abyss Cup individual battle champion, the genius of Modu Martial Arts University, and the blessing of the power of Half-Step Martial Venerable.
One knife, death.
The silence in the arena lasted for ten seconds.
Then, someone took the lead and let out a roar.
That roar seemed to tear open some kind of gate.
The sound of 50,000 people came out like an overwhelming wave, almost tearing down the roof.
Lin Feng shook off the blood on Fang of Calamity and put the knife into his back.
Modu Martial University Old Dean's face was distorted.
He stood up suddenly from VIP Stand, his robes moved automatically without any wind, and the pressure from the third stage of Martial Venerable was overwhelming.
The air in the entire arena became lighter.
"Little beast--!"
Old Dean's whole body turned into a stream of light, rushing straight from VIP Stand to Arena Stage.
A giant palm with energy and blood condensed into substance descended from the sky and pressed down on Lin Feng's head.
Martial Venerable three stages!
If this shot falls, the entire Arena Stage will be shattered.
Lin Feng raised his head, Fang of Calamity was unsheathed again, and Dragon Scale Spirit Pattern flashed crazily.
He didn't retreat.
But he didn't have time to draw his sword.
Because there is someone faster than him.
A figure appeared in front of him out of thin air.
Duan Hongyuan.
Chief of Staff didn't even look at Lin Feng.
He slapped him with his backhand.
Martial Emperor's slap hit Modu Martial University Old Dean's face firmly.
Snap!
The crisp sound spread throughout the arena.
Martial Venerable's three-part body flew sideways, smashing through the outer wall of the arena, and rubble and bricks fell to the ground.
Duan Hongyuan took back his hand and spoke in a calm voice.
"Arena Stage who signed Life-Death Contract, you Modu Martial University, want to rebel?"
The whole place was silent.
No one dared to make a sound, even breathing was suppressed to the lowest level.