To thank Lin Xin for the 500 System Coins he was about to earn from him, Jiang Feng did not mind helping him fully demonstrate his abilities.
The battle dragged on because Jiang Feng was not using his full strength at all. He was practically feeding Lin Xin moves, aiming to show the full extent of his defensive capabilities.
As a fire Mage, Lin Xin should have possessed tremendous explosive power, yet he could not attack at all. Many people would not want such an oddball on their team.
After all, that would greatly weaken the entire team's offensive firepower.
In the original timeline, had Lin Xin not been a member of Long Haochen's Demon Hunt Squad, which had tremendous offensive firepower, and had his pills not provided the team with so much help, he would probably have felt terrible even if his teammates did not shun him.
In this match, Jiang Feng was helping Lin Xin display his talents so that more people would acknowledge him.
Thus, the battle lasted an exceptionally long time, finally ending when Lin Xin exhausted his Spiritual Power.
"First match of the fifth round of the Round-Robin Tournament. The winner is Jiang Feng!" the referee announced loudly.
Jiang Feng and Lin Xin walked off the Trial Arena side by side.
"Brother Jiang, thank you," Lin Xin said.
Although he was already accustomed to the strange looks others gave him, he was still deeply touched by Jiang Feng's warmhearted help.
To him, Jiang Feng was a true brother, thoughtful toward others-a rare quality.
Jiang Feng smiled faintly and silently thought, I should thank you too.
"Ding! Congratulations to the host for defeating a Fifth Order Mage. Battle rewards are being calculated." "Ding! Congratulations to the host for receiving 500 System Coins. Current balance: 3501."
His opponent in the next match was a Fourth Order Priest.
Before Jiang Feng even entered the arena, his opponent conceded, leaving him no chance to stop him.
Having painfully missed out on 100 System Coins, Jiang Feng could only turn his grief and indignation into motivation to cultivate. He made considerable progress over the next few days.
That day was the seventh round of the Round-Robin Tournament, and Jiang Feng was in the fourth match.
"Fourth match of the seventh round of the Round-Robin Tournament. Jiang Feng versus Sima Xian. Enter the arena."
Before the referee had even finished speaking, Lin Xin jumped up happily and shouted, "Someone isn't planning to concede, is he? Still, it would be understandable. With that difference in strength, you've got to recognize the situation."
When Sima Xian heard that, how could he not realize Lin Xin was talking about him?
Sima Xian had originally intended to surrender as soon as he faced Jiang Feng. Who would have thought Lin Xin's words would cut off his retreat completely?
"You damned sissy! What the hell does it matter to you whether I surrender? Do you really need to stand there baiting me?" Sima Xian cursed angrily and strode onto the Trial Arena.
"I'm not a sissy! I'm a real man!" Hearing the word "sissy," Lin Xin flew into a rage and shouted furiously.
But Sima Xian could not be bothered with him and was already nearly in position on the Trial Arena.
"Brother Jiang, I'll leave it to you." Lin Xin looked at Jiang Feng hopefully.
"Don't worry. I'll kick his ass." Jiang Feng was rather amused.
Jiang Feng quickly entered the Trial Arena. Once the referee saw that both men were in position, he spoke.
"Since Priests are not skilled at attacking, during this stage of the tournament, any Priest participating in a match will be declared the winner if he can last ten minutes. Begin!"
Once the referee finished, Sima Xian remained where he stood. Over the past few days, his status as a Priest had helped him win several matches he should not have won.
In his match against Wang Ming, for instance, Sima Xian had swung his staff around in a token effort for ten minutes before the referee declared him the winner. The same had happened in his battle with Lin Xin.
Facing Jiang Feng now, Sima Xian felt immense pressure. The moment he stepped onto the Trial Arena, he began to regret it. Why had he been so easily provoked?
In terms of cultivation, Jiang Feng was Fifth Order, while he was only Fourth Order.
In terms of strength, Jiang Feng could probably beat him with one hand.
How was he supposed to fight this? He could only stall as long as possible. He did not hope to last the full ten minutes, only to avoid being knocked out too quickly.
Sima Xian retreated toward the edge of the Trial Arena.
Jiang Feng smiled faintly, drew two Fine Iron Heavy Swords, and used Charge to rush toward Sima Xian at astonishing speed.
In no time, Jiang Feng reached Sima Xian. The swords in his hands shone with golden light as the aura of holy light spread outward. Suddenly, both blades turned a dazzling gold.
Fifth Order Knight skill: Holy Sword.
Jiang Feng had no intention of going easy on Sima Xian. They were not particularly close anyway, so he might as well fulfill his deal with Lin Xin.
A few days earlier, Lin Xin had offered Jiang Feng a bottle of Spirit Gathering Pills in exchange for teaching Sima Xian a lesson during their match.
It was a mutually beneficial arrangement. Having received the Spirit Gathering Pills, Jiang Feng naturally had to vent Lin Xin's anger for him. Only by being trustworthy would he gain more opportunities to work together in the future.
Jiang Feng brought both swords down in powerful chops. Enhanced by Holy Sword, the blades possessed extraordinary power, as though they could cleave through anything.
Although Sima Xian had never fought Jiang Feng, he had witnessed his strength firsthand.
To describe him in one word: strong.
In two words: utterly terrifying.
In four words: strong beyond all reason.
Sima Xian did not dare clash head-on with Jiang Feng. He could only dodge nimbly, doing his best to evade Jiang Feng's attacks.
Despite his extremely sturdy build and bulging muscles, Sima Xin was not lacking in agility at all. He could easily be described as a nimble, muscular fat man.
However, while that speed might have been respectable among Fourth Order professionals, it fell rather short against Jiang Feng.
Once Jiang Feng unleashed his speed, he moved astonishingly fast, swinging both swords at Sima Xian without pause.
With nowhere left to dodge, Sima Xian raised his thick staff to withstand the blow while unleashing Holy Light Blast.
A metallic gleam exploded violently, producing a wave of Spiritual Power that attempted to block Jiang Feng's strike.
But that was nothing more than wishful thinking. Jiang Feng's swords effortlessly cleaved through the wave of Spiritual Power and struck the staff Sima Xian had raised.
With a bang, a tremendous force slammed into him. Unable to withstand that terrifying strength, Sima Xian lost his grip on his staff, which smashed hard into his chest.
Even with his well-developed pectoral muscles, he felt the ferocity of that blow.
Holy shit, that strength! Is this Jiang Feng's true power?! Sima Xian froze for a moment. He had actually dared to enter the Trial Arena. What on earth had he been thinking?
Sima Xian decided his brain must have stopped working earlier. He had actually let Lin Xin bait him into entering the Trial Arena.
Sima Xian wanted to cry, but no tears came. His opponent was Jiang Feng!
A bitter smile appeared on his face as he inwardly cursed Lin Xin's entire family.
He wanted to concede, but the thought of Lin Xin's hateful face made him overcome his fear and fight Jiang Feng.
"Aah!"
Sima Xian let out an angry roar. His already bulging muscles swelled further, making his body even more powerful. Standing opposite Jiang Feng, he exuded an oppressive presence like a mountain rising from a plain.
At that moment, his eyes glowed red, and his aura grew noticeably stronger.
Berserk.
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