Feng Quan’s strength was formidable, his cultivation at the peak of the Tian Wu realm, and his combat experience was extremely rich.
However, Yang Feilong was equally capable. While the explosive power of his water and fire abilities integrated with his true qi might not have been as profound as Feng Quan’s internal energy, the difference was not significant. Moreover, his Sui Xin Swordplay grew stronger with each passing moment of the battle, becoming more fluid and natural.
Coupled with Feng Quan’s complex emotions and a growing impatience to defeat Yang Feilong, he began to falter. Once he was on the defensive, Feng Quan became even more anxious, and anxiety often leads to openings.
Indeed, it wasn’t long before Feng Quan was injured!
Blood splattered across the air, and Feng Quan’s figure fell to the ground. But with a flash of light, Yang Feilong reappeared before him. Yang Feilong’s speed had always been an advantage.
*Buzz!*
A sword strike descended upon Feng Quan!
Feng Quan’s expression changed, and he swung his long sword in response, but it lacked any significant power due to the haste.
With a loud bang, Feng Quan vomited blood again and was sent flying backward. This time, he flew directly off the stage.
“The vice-captain… is defeated!”
“He’s actually lost! It’s unbelievable!”
“Is this guy’s strength really this great?”
“We originally thought he wasn’t qualified to contend with the captain, but now… he’s defeated Vice-Captain Feng Quan!”
Below the stage, a clamor erupted.
“Damn it, I actually lost!” Feng Quan’s face was grim and unsightly. He stared at Yang Feilong on the stage, his mood utterly terrible. He desperately wanted to rush up and battle Yang Feilong for three hundred rounds, but considering the opponent’s significant consumption and still managing to defeat him, returning to the stage would only bring further humiliation.
Fang Qingxue observed Yang Feilong on the stage. Despite defeating her subordinates consecutively, the young man displayed no arrogance. He appeared calm and composed, speaking with measured confidence.
“Miss Fang, may I challenge you now?” Yang Feilong looked at Fang Qingxue with a calm smile. Though his smile was serene, his words carried a hint of pride. Hadn't she said he wasn’t qualified? Now, did he possess that qualification?
“Naturally. However, you have fought several consecutive matches, and your consumption must be considerable. Are you certain you wish to challenge me now?” Fang Qingxue asked him faintly.
Indeed, although he had defeated Feng Quan earlier, his own expenditure had been substantial.
Fang Qingxue, on the other hand, had also fought, but she hadn't exerted her full strength, merely engaging in warm-up bouts. She was currently in peak condition.
“A man should yield to a woman a little, shouldn’t he?” Yang Feilong’s lips curved into a playful smile.
“Machismo,” Fang Qingxue said coldly, staring at Yang Feilong. “Since you are so arrogant, I shall make you understand…”
As she spoke, she prepared to ascend the stage.
“My consumption is too high today. I request to fight again in a few days,” Yang Feilong coughed and chuckled.
Fang Qingxue: “……”
The Dragon Tiger team members: “……”
The three elders: “……”
Yang Feilong’s abrupt declaration had stunned everyone.
Yang Feilong had naturally overheard the conversations among the Dragon Tiger team members below the stage. He had learned a little: although Fang Qingxue’s cultivation was one realm lower than Feng Quan’s, her actual strength far surpassed Feng Quan’s. He had fought Feng Quan with all his might, utilizing every technique except for soul and divine sense attacks, and only then managed to defeat him. This implied a significant gap between himself and Fang Qingxue.
Of course, even with a gap, there might have been a chance of victory if he employed soul attacks.
However, this was merely a spar. Using soul attacks, whether to injure the opponent or to suffer backlash, was not ideal, especially since they harbored no enmity. For a simple sparring match, resorting to life-and-death tactics was simply inappropriate!
“This is a pill that can help you recover quickly!” Fang Qingxue took a deep breath, suppressing her emotions. With a wave of her hand, a pill flew towards Yang Feilong.
Yang Feilong looked at the pill flying towards him. It was an extraordinary item, used for restoring internal energy, but for him, its utility was limited.
“This thing is useless to me!” Yang Feilong flicked his finger, and the pill flew back towards Fang Qingxue.
“Are you afraid to face me? Are you scared of losing?” Fang Qingxue waved her hand, and the pill vanished. She didn’t believe him when he said it was useless, a mocking smile playing on her lips.
Hearing Fang Qingxue’s words, Yang Feilong chuckled, “Scared of losing? You think you can defeat me based on that?”
“If you disagree, then let’s fight and see!” Fang Qingxue looked at Yang Feilong with disdain.
“Hmph, since you insist on a fight, I’ll indulge you!” Yang Feilong snorted coldly. “Come up!”
His Yin Yang Divine Art had been operating continuously, and his true qi had recovered about seventy to eighty percent. Of course, complete recovery would require a period of seclusion, but it was sufficient for now. As for the consumption of his water and fire abilities, it was not significant.
Furthermore, his minor injuries had already healed significantly. Since mastering the water and fire abilities, his physical recovery power had become even more potent!
*Whoosh!*
A flash of light, and Fang Qingxue soared onto the stage, brandishing her long spear, like a female war god, staring coldly at Yang Feilong.
“Make your move!” Fang Qingxue said faintly, looking at Yang Feilong. Although Yang Feilong had defeated Feng Quan, her expression showed no hint of apprehension, for her realm was higher than Feng Quan’s, but her strength far surpassed his.
Not only did she possess a vast number of powerful martial arts, but her internal energy was also incredibly profound, no less than Feng Quan’s.
“I don’t have a habit of making the first move against women!” Yang Feilong shrugged, a playful smirk on his lips.
Hearing Yang Feilong’s dismissive words, a cold smile flickered across Fang Qingxue’s lips. She had initially intended to hold back, but now… she had changed her mind.
She would make this arrogant man understand the price of underestimating women!
*Boom!*
A spear thrust forward, like a blazing sun traversing heaven and earth, directly striking Yang Feilong.
Although Yang Feilong spoke dismissively, the moment Fang Qingxue attacked, he became serious, employing his Sui Xin Swordplay. While the peak power of Sui Xin Swordplay might not surpass True False Swordplay, Sui Xin Swordplay offered both offense and defense, allowing him to adapt to his heart’s content and maximize his combat awareness!
*Bang!*
An explosion sounded.
Yang Feilong was sent flying backward in disarray, his feet dragging on the ground as if he were gliding!
“What powerful offensive force!” Yang Feilong inwardly clicked his tongue, forcibly suppressing the churning blood within him.
He had anticipated Fang Qingxue’s strength, but her might had exceeded his expectations!
Fang Qingxue did not hold back; her attacks were fierce. Before Yang Feilong could fully regain his footing, she pursued him, smashing down with her spear. Her speed was not inferior to Yang Feilong’s, perhaps even slightly superior.
This strike was like a colossal boulder falling.
If it had landed squarely, he would have been severely injured, if not killed.
“What a ruthless woman!” Yang Feilong’s mouth twitched. He forcefully twisted his body, evading the attack.
*Bang!*
The spear struck the stage, emitting a terrifying roar. Cracks appeared on the stage, and stones flew.
Missing Yang Feilong, the spear did not stop but swept towards him, carrying loose stones.
Yang Feilong raised his long sword to block.
Sui Xin Swordplay!
With a loud bang, Yang Feilong vomited blood and was sent flying backward.
“Is this all the strength you possess?” Fang Qingxue’s voice was filled with contempt.
Yang Feilong rolled his eyes. This woman was truly arrogant. A playful smile touched his lips. “Can you exert a little more force? A minor injury like this feels like a tickle.”