Anxious Waiting

Although many students, including the instructors, believed that the Avengers Alliance's plan was about to fail.

With only one person left, winning three consecutive matches and successfully defending the arena was almost impossible.

Yet as Lin Feng stepped onto the stage, the atmosphere at the scene inexplicably grew solemn and tense.

Although Lin Feng had not yet become a King, no one dared to underestimate him.

Being the final member to take the field was enough to prove his teammates' trust in him.

Lin Feng stood quietly on the stage. He had not even entered his Demon Transformation state, yet his opponent's expression was solemn, as if facing a formidable enemy.

What's there to fear? He isn't a King. Even if I lose, there are still two matches left.

Lin Feng's opponent was Cang Dongxu from West Korea. He silently encouraged himself.

Cang Dongxu was forty-six years old, relatively old among the students. Half a month ago, he had already opened a grotto-heaven and become a Martial King.

His age gave him abundant combat experience, and coupled with his superb spear techniques, his strength was fully comparable to that of an ordinary Spirit King-level expert.

In the earlier battles, even Bu Zheng had been unable to do anything against him in a short time, only withdrawing helplessly after exhausting eighty or ninety percent of his Soul Power.

Of the five-hour competition, twenty-five minutes remained, and only fifteen teams were left in the arena.

As the competition approached its end, the battle between Lin Feng and Cang Dongxu drew the attention of many students.

"Holy shit."

Suddenly, a student cried out in amazement.

Before their eyes, Lin Feng entered his Demon Transformation state. Around his left eye, nine flowing markings like phoenix tails emerged. Each was a different color, making Lin