Chapter 929: Unyielding Fighting Spirit

"City-Toppler—Xuanyuan breaker! Heaven's Jealousy—Soul Severer!"

Under the gaze of countless spectators, Xuanyuan Pozhen roared and launched forward. His body spun violently, a whirlwind of evil qi surging skyward as his sword descended like a divine blade cleaving through the void itself.

This strike fused the essence of all three techniques—City-Toppler, Heaven's Jealousy, and Soul Severer—into a single devastating attack. It carried the weight of a falling galaxy, force enough to collapse heaven and earth.

Boom!

Xuanyuan Pozhen's figure twisted midair, golden sword light lashing like ten thousand whips. The overwhelming evil qi distorted the very air, scattering augmented qi winds as it engulfed Ling Feng completely.

"Come at me!"

Ling Feng bellowed, pushing the Lingtian Sword Force to its absolute limit. The Eradicator of Realms swung upward in a frenzied arc to meet the Soul Severer head-on.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Sword qi ran rampant, saturating every inch of the sword fighting platform. The augmented qi barriers surrounding the arena cracked like spiderwebs under the strain.

The sound of clashing blades, howling winds, tearing flesh, and spurting blood merged into a violence symphony.

Ling Feng's body was shredded by the Soul Severer's sword qi, fresh wounds opening with each passing second. He staggered under the onslaught yet refused to fall.

But his eyes burned brighter than ever. Even as blood rained from his body, he didn't so much as flinch. Instead, he laughed wildly and charged again and again.

(Author's Note: Three techniques do not mean three strikes. Each is a complete sequence, executed in full.)

Fight! Fight! Fight!

But beneath the sword fighting platform, the cheers and shouts had long since faded away. Everyone was left staring in stunned silence at the fierce and brutal battle unfolding above.

The splattering blood resembled blooming crimson lotuses, searing their vision.

This was an unyielding resolve! This was true fighting spirit!

Something ignited in their chests, setting their blood aflame!

On the platform, the storm of blades from Xuanyuan Pozhen's Three Heavenly Annihilation Strikes showed no sign of relenting. Ling Feng's wounds multiplied under the barrage.

A flicker of respect crossed Xuanyuan Pozhen's eyes. But mercy would be an insult to Ling Feng and to the dignity of their duel.

Within the tempest, Ling Feng's robes hung in tatters. His body was a canvas of gruesome scars, each wound clotting almost instantly under the regenerative power of the Eight Desolations Body Refinement Art. The sight was horrifying.

"Heavens! Ling Feng must have over a hundred wounds by now! How can he keep going?"

"That gash below his ribs is pierced clean through! This is terrifying!"

"This is what a real man looks like! A true martial artist!"

In the competitors' seating, Gu Tengfeng's fists clenched until his knuckles whitened. The battle was too brutal. Was defeating the Royal Sword Team's undefeated legend truly impossible?

Xue Xiaolin turned away, unable to bear the sight.

Lin Xian'er, Qin Wanwan, Ouyang Jing, Wang Yishan and Liu Yunfei all fell silent, their eyes locked onto the platform.

If this continued, Ling Feng would die on that stage!

Even the members of the Central Court Sword Team wore grim expressions. If someone like Ling Feng had been forced into such a desperate situation, then the Tianfeng Sword Team truly had no hope left!

Yue Yunlan's nails dug into her palms until blood welled, yet she felt no pain. She no longer prayed for victory, only for Ling Feng's survival.

"Grandpa! What do we do? What can we do?"

Deng Yongshi had been exhilarated moments ago by Ling Feng's hundred meridian gates. But no one could have anticipated Xuanyuan Pozhen's final technique would be this devastating, suppressing even that overwhelming power.

"That boy..."

General Deng narrowed his eyes. "If he doesn't yield, the match won't end. If only he had six more months, he could defeat Xuanyuan Pozhen outright. But now..." He sighed heavily. "Hope is slim."

Hidden in the crowd, Yan Cangtian's heart pounded. Even with the hundredth meridian gate unleashed, Xuanyuan Pozhen's strength was monstrous.

"

Ling Feng, have you truly reached your limit?

"

Yan Cangtian stared at Ling Feng's bloodied back. Win or lose, he couldn't bear to see his disciple pay with his life.

...

On the sword fighting platform.

Ling Feng's hair flew as he tore away the remnants of his robe. His bare torso, marked with scars and blood, caught the light of the setting sun. The sight left a deep impact, fierce and unforgettable.

He stood unwavering beneath the storm of blades, his sword never ceasing. A glint of realization flickered in his eyes as he traded blows with Xuanyuan Pozhen, some profound insight crystallizing in his mind.

Yet his wounds deepened, each more ghastly than the last.

"Endure. Hold fast. We must believe in him."

Gong Cheng restrained Mu Qianxue once more. "Junior Sister Mu, your role is pivotal. Right now, we must trust Ling Feng."

His fists trembled with helpless fury. He hated being powerless to aid his comrades. But as their strategist, he had to remain the calmest, only then could they seize even a sliver of hope.

"Big Brother!"

"Ling Feng!"

Jiang Xiaofan and Li Bufan cried out upon seeing Ling Feng's state, but their opponents gave them no reprieve.

"

Hahaha!

Still worrying about others? Die!"

Dugu Lang closed in like lightning. Without his sword, Jiang Xiaofan was a tiger with fangs pulled, helpless against the assault.

Similarly, Li Bufan struggled against Yan Jinghong's increasingly frenzied attacks. The strain of the Wind and Thunder Left Vambrace was taking its toll.

"

Heh heh heh...

"

Yan Jinghong's face twisted into a grotesque look, like that of a vengeful ghost.

"So what if he's a monster? So what if he's a genius? The one who dies here today is him!"

A blizzard of ice descended. Li Bufan dodged frantically with Heavenly Thunder Explosive Steps, his eyes hardening with resolve.

He could no longer rely on others to turn the tide. This was his last stand!