Entering the Top Three

The audience could only see two figures, one in green and one in black, constantly shifting positions, colliding, separating, and colliding again on the field.

Each collision generated a shockwave, blowing away the dust from the surface of the ring.

"Look at Lu Feng's movement technique! That's a perfect-level movement technique too!"

"No way? Lu Feng really has a movement technique? And it's at the perfect level? I was just saying that casually..."

"Did you see that clearly? His movement technique doesn't seem to be at the Hua Jin level; the fluctuations in his aura are off."

"It's Ming Jin) level martial art! A movement technique at the Ming Jin level!"

"Ming Jin Kung Fu? He mastered a Ming Jin body technique to perfection?"

"Those who can see this have good insight. Ming Jin body technique, when perfected, cannot match Jiang Han's Hua Jin body technique in speed, it excels in its subtle variations, leaving no openings in its advances and retreats."

On stage, Jiang Han's speed increased.

Although Lu Feng's movements were not as fast as his opponent's, every dodge he made was perfectly timed.

His counterattacks were few, but each one forced Jiang Han to abandon his offensive stance and retreat.

The two fought from the center of the ring to the edge, and then back from the edge to the center.

After dozens of moves, neither side had gained an overwhelming advantage.

The atmosphere in the stands grew increasingly tense.

Some people started recalculating the odds, while others clutched their betting slips tightly.

Everyone knows that the outcome of this match will directly determine who will face Lu Shuang in the final.

Jiang Han originally thought that Lu Feng would confront him head-on with his physical body, just like he did with Lin Jingfeng.

He had long been prepared to use his movement skills to drag Lu Feng into a rhythm that he was least comfortable with.

But when Lu Feng also activated his movement technique and met him with a palm strike, a hint of surprise flashed in Jiang Han's eyes.

This person's movement skills were surprisingly good as well.

The two exchanged a palm strike in the center of the ring.

Lu Feng remained motionless, while Jiang Han had to retreat several steps before regaining his balance.

He looked down at his palm, feeling the chilling energy emanating from it, and suddenly smiled.

"Interesting. It's been a long time since I've encountered someone whose movement and palm techniques can keep up with mine."

His speed increased rapidly, and his perfected movement technique left several afterimages on the arena, while his palm strikes rained down from all directions.

As long as he can stall until Lu Feng reveals a weakness, he can defeat him in one strike.

Jiang Han was a bit faster than him, but every time he got close, Jiang Han neutralized his attacks perfectly.

The two fought from one end of the ring to the other, and then back again, their fists and palms clashing, creating a powerful gust of wind that dazzled the audience.

The time it takes for an incense stick to burn quickly passed.

Jiang Han's attack frequency decreased at a visible rate.

His breathing became rapid, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

His movement techniques and palm techniques were both at the Hua Jin level, which consumed a great deal of energy. After continuously exerting his full strength for the duration of an incense stick burning, his internal Nei Jin was almost depleted.

In contrast, Lu Feng's breathing was steady, his steps were composed, and even his robes remained largely intact.

Brother Lu.

Jiang Han suddenly withdrew his hand and retreated, stopping several feet away. He smiled wryly and took a few deep breaths.

"How much internal Nei Jin do you have left? I can't hold on any longer. I surrender."

He spoke frankly, without the slightest hint of resentment.

Having fought this far, he had exhausted all his means, while the person opposite him hadn't even had a moment's rest from beginning to end.

Continuing to fight would only bring shame upon ourselves.

Lu Feng cupped his hands in a respectful gesture, but didn't say anything more.

Lu Feng didn't use any high-energy-consuming killing moves in this match; he survived solely by relying on his movement techniques and palm strikes.

Even after burning an incense stick, his internal Nei Jin was still full; the rate of consumption couldn't even keep up with the rate of recovery.

If Jiang Han were to say those words aloud, he would probably cough up another mouthful of blood on the spot.

"Lu Feng, from the North City Demon-Slaying Bureau, wins!"

The referee announced it loudly.

Song Xuanji then stood up, his aged voice resounding throughout the hall:

"All matches for today are now concluded. The battle for the top three will begin tomorrow morning."

There was a few seconds of silence in the stands, then it erupted with a deafening roar.

"Lu Feng made it into the top three! He really made it into the top three!"

"This dark horse is too dark! He's taken down Lin Jingfeng and Jiang Han!"

"It's over, it's over! Fatty Jin is probably going to lose everything this time, down to his last penny!"

"Go find Fatty Jin and redeem the tickets! Don't let that bastard get away!"

On the elders' platform, Lu Qingshan watched Jiang Han admit defeat, sighed softly, and turned to look at Xiao Tianqi.

His gaze was complex, containing envy, doubt, and a hint of inexplicable dissatisfaction.

"Brother Xiao, your North City has played a good card this time. There was absolutely no news about this Lu Feng before."

Xiao Tianqi grimaced and spread his hands. "I don't know either. Little Ying brought this person herself, and I only saw him make a move for the first time after arriving in Central Province."

Lu Qingshan didn't say anything, just quietly watched him.

"Don't look at me like that." Xiao Tianqi felt uncomfortable under his gaze.

"I truly do not know."

"I really don't know."

"I really don't know."

"If I believed you, pigs could fly."

After saying that, he walked away slowly with his hands behind his back.

Xiao Tianqi was left sitting alone at the table, his lips twitching twice, and he muttered helplessly to himself:

"No, what I'm saying is the truth..."

On the other side, Lu Feng and Su Ying did not linger in the square.

As soon as the competition ended, the two returned to their respective caves.

Not long after they returned to their cave, there was a knock on the door.

A disciple claiming to be a certain inspector from headquarters handed over his name card. After exchanging a few pleasantries, he subtly inquired about Lu Feng's chances of winning the final match tomorrow.

Lu Feng finally managed to get rid of the people. Less than half an hour later, two more groups of people arrived.

One group wanted to recruit Lu Feng into a certain faction, while the other group came to inquire about what cultivation techniques he practiced and whether he was willing to exchange cultivation experiences.

To Lu Feng's surprise, another person handed him a note, inquiring about Su Ying's usual food preferences and hobbies.

Lu Feng was both amused and exasperated, politely declining each offer and sending them away.

By the time the last group of people left, the moon had already climbed to the center of the sky.

He did not practice any cultivation techniques and lay down fully clothed.

The competition was held as scheduled the next day.

Unlike the first day, the Hua Jin Level and Grandmaster Level will no longer be conducted simultaneously today.

First, they compete in terms of Hua Jin, then they compete in terms of Grandmaster.

On the arena, Song Xuanji personally presided over the proceedings, serving as the referee for all the matches that day.

The first match was the battle for third place.

Jiang Han faced off against a Hua Jin disciple from the Headquarters Demon-Slaying Bureau.

Just like yesterday, Jiang Han unleashed a perfect combination of movement technique and palm technique right from the start.

The opponent was not weak, but he was clearly not on the same level as Jiang Han. After a few moves, he was sent flying by a palm strike and lay on the ground unable to get up.

"Jiang Han, from the South City Demon-Slaying Bureau, wins!"

Song Xuanji's voice faded.

Sparse applause rang out from the audience.

Everyone's attention has shifted away from this match.

"Next up is the final match for the Hua Jin Realm. Lu Feng from the North City Demon-Slaying Bureau will face Lu Shuang from the Central Province Demon-Slaying Bureau."