The Desolate Ancient Saint Art used by Chu Li has almost reached the pinnacle of perfection, a state of complete mastery and transcendence!
Feng Wuji pursed his lips tightly.
The boy's indomitable will almost turned into flames at this moment, scorching his remaining rationality and questioning his inner self.
Based on Chu Li's current strength, he is almost certain to be in the top three.
He was well aware that his opponent's strength far surpassed his own.
Even so...
He didn't want to admit defeat either.
Feng Wuji breathed heavily as he slowly stood up. The halberd swept through the air and once again lay across his chest.
Those eyes, which always held a smile and youthful arrogance, were now filled with unwavering determination.
A lie told too often will never become the truth.
Feng Wuji knew better than anyone that his so-called identity as the successor of the Vast Sea Saint King was a lie.
The inheritance is also a sham.
The Cultivation Method is fake too.
The halberd was made by him based on a photograph of the Vast Sea Saint King that had been passed down through generations.
He is not a disciple of the Vast Sea Saint King.
He simply wanted to become that kind of person.
From a young boy in a mountain village, he spent almost his entire life listening to stories told by his elders.
Their village exists because of the Vast Sea Saint King.
Although the Vast Sea Saint King himself may not know that he once saved a village, nor that this village has continued to this day, worshipping the long-deceased Vast Sea Saint King as a god.
However, influenced by what he saw and heard, Feng Wuji developed a fervent admiration for the Vast Sea Saint King from a young age.
It's a misunderstanding that he appeared in the public eye as the successor of the Vast Sea Saint King.
In the very beginning, Feng Wuji was merely imitating everything he knew about that person. But after he developed his own Cultivation Method, revealed his talent, and came into the public eye, many people regarded him as the successor of the Vast Sea Saint King.
When the first person asked him, hearing the person's probing and those words he had longed for, Feng Wuji's heart stirred, and he answered almost obsessively.
Yes.
Disciple of the Vast Sea Saint King...
If the Vast Sea Saint King knew this, he would kill him with a single blow, and he would not regret it.
To maintain this hard-won reputation, Feng Wuji put in an extraordinary amount of effort.
He was afraid.
He feared that if he were to suffer a defeat, he would tarnish the reputation of the Vast Sea Saint King.
Because those kinds of people would never lose.
His disciples, too, will not lose.
"... I will not lose."
The wind dispersed the soft murmur, and a surge of Blood Qi erupted into the air, staining half of the arena's sky crimson.
Feng Wuji suddenly charged forward like an arrow released from a bow, abruptly unleashing his Spiritual Power. His body trembled, his Essence Blood burned wildly, and he once again charged towards Chu Li.
On the arena, the two instantly clashed again.
Fighting.
A contest.
Collisions, one after another.
It caused the earth to tremble time and time again.
Everyone stared in astonishment at the scene, their hearts filled with awe, not daring to utter a sound.
These two...
It's all so terrifying!
Feng Wuji, who burned his own Essence Blood to gain combat power, was like a demon god. Each swing of his halberd caused a surge of Spiritual Power, which even made the onlookers below the arena feel a kind of illusion.
It was as if the halberd had struck him directly.
It caused a series of shivers down my spine and a tingling sensation on my scalp.
However, while Feng Wuji is strong, Chu Li, who comes from the Desolate Ancient Holy Heaven, is even stronger!
No matter how Feng Wuji attacked, he was able to launch a powerful counterattack.
They were practically invincible.
"Is this... the perfected Desolate Ancient Saint Art?"
Among the onlookers, many had bright eyes, revealing deep admiration and longing, filled with envy and praise.
"That's absolutely amazing!"
"Yeah, that's impressive."
"Truly worthy of being the number one in the Desolate Ancient Holy Heaven."
"They're more than ten times better than us..."
Amidst the roar of battle and the fierce fighting, time ticked by, and the curtain was finally about to fall on the arena.
boom!
Amidst the crimson sky, a figure was blasted away.
Feng Wuji fell to the ground and vomited blood.
Half of his black hair had turned white in patches, like falling snowflakes, or like ashes after a fire, revealing his aged appearance.
His lips were deathly pale, as if he had already burned out.
The Secret Method's Essence Blood were completely burned away.
His defeat was obvious.
In everyone's eyes, Feng Wuji had already lost this time.
But his loss was not unjust.
After all, that person was Chu Li.
He is the head of the Ten Saints of the Desolate Ancient Holy Heaven.
but...
The black-clad youth wiped the blood from his lips, swallowed the rusty taste that welled up inside him, and like a stubborn lone wolf, suddenly raised his head fiercely, grabbed his halberd, and stood up unsteadily.
We can't lose...
Even though his consciousness was becoming somewhat blurred, he still held fast to one idea.
Can't.
We can't let that person's reputation be ruined...
Bang!
The shadowy figure descended, casually raising its leg and sending the already battered and bruised Feng Wuji flying.
He groaned and collapsed at the edge of the ring, breathing heavily as if he were dying.
However, the formation on the arena still hadn't dissipated.
This means that, according to the formation's assessment, Feng Wuji can still stand up, and Feng Wuji himself has not admitted defeat.
The match is still ongoing.
"That kid!!" The dean of Big Dipper Holy Heaven was so anxious his mouth was practically bubbling with anger, his brows furrowed tightly. "At a time like this, what's the point of clinging to something so pointless... really!"
However, Feng Wuji hear it.
Amidst the buzzing noise, he struggled to his feet, blood streaming from his forehead and covering his left eye. In his ears, the buzzing sound mingled with Chu Li's cold, disdainful mockery, piercing his heart.
"What a sorry sight."
"Who do you think you are, a descendant of Saint King?"
"It's just a worm, how can it possibly contend with beings like us by fabricating a random identity?"
"Just a joke!"
"Kneel down!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a murderous intent flashed in Chu Li's eyes, and his aura became extremely violent. He suddenly tightened his grip, and a black light condensed in his hand, transforming into a shuttle that pierced the sky and plummeted down!
In the distance, the dean of Big Dipper Holy Heaven's eyes narrowed, and the other holy masters also became anxious and shouted angrily.
"Stop!"
" Feng Wuji, admit defeat!"
But it was all too late.
The black light suddenly surged, its strike piercing through Feng Wuji's Dantian.
Amidst a hazy, painful light of blood, blood seeped from the corner of Feng Wuji's lips, and his vision suddenly plunged into darkness.
boom!
The boy's figure crashed heavily to the ground.
With one side losing its fighting power, the formation automatically disengaged. Chu Li glanced indifferently at Feng Wuji, who was lying on the ground, curled his lips, turned around and left directly, brushing past the Big Dipper Holy Heaven expert who rushed up in a hurry, his posture arrogant and haughty.
The powerful figures from Big Dipper Holy Heaven, unable to bother with him, hurriedly checked Feng Wuji's pulse. Their faces turned pale, and their lips trembled.
"Useless... useless!"
brush!
Instantly, the entire audience erupted in uproar.
No one expected that this Ten Institutes Grand Competition would encounter an unexpected situation for the third time.
After Mo Yao, another prodigy was completely ruined!