Chapter 127: Liu Feng and Chen Jun

The next day.

Early in the morning, the stands were packed with people eagerly awaiting the final showdown of the Four Nations Alliance Tournament.

In a special pavilion, the four emperors from the respective nations sat together, all anticipating the climactic duel between Liu Feng and Chen Jun.

“Wang Bin, how about we place another wager? I wonder if you dare,” Yang Zhi said, turning to Wang Bin.

“Oh? What kind of wager are you proposing?” Wang Bin asked.

“Let’s raise the stakes this time: whoever loses must hand over two cities to the other,” Yang Zhi replied calmly.

“That’s quite a hefty bet,” Wang Bin shook his head.

“You’ve already won one city. Even if you lose this round, you’ll only lose one city, but if you win, you’ll have claimed three cities in total. This gamble is quite favorable for you,” Yang Zhi reasoned.

Wang Bin pondered for a moment. “Alright, I’ll bet.”

“I’m betting on Chen Jun’s victory,” Yang Zhi said with a faint smile.

“With Chen Jun’s high cultivation, his chances of winning are certainly strong, but Liu Feng is my own countryman from Qingyu. I’m betting on Liu Feng,” Wang Bin gritted his teeth. Though he wasn’t optimistic about Liu Feng’s chances, as the emperor of Qingyu, he had to back his own.

“Good! Sun Ming, Kong Xuan, you both heard that. You’ll bear witness to this,” Yang Zhi said.

“I’ll join in as well. I bet on Chen Jun’s victory. If I win, you give me one city. If I lose, I’ll give you two cities. Do you dare to bet?” Sun Ming, the emperor of Tianchen, smiled.

“Alright, I’ll bet with you,” Wang Bin said after a moment’s thought.

Kong Xuan, emperor of Lanshuang, watched the others and shook his head slightly; he was uninterested in this wager.

Meanwhile, on the arena stage, Liu Feng and Chen Jun had already stepped forward.

“Chen Jun is the strongest! Chen Jun! Chen Jun!” the crowd roared.

“Liu Feng will defeat Chen Jun! Liu Feng! Liu Feng!” others shouted in opposition.

The spectators in the stands cheered as the two took their places. The majority from the other three nations favored Chen Jun, but many from Qingyu refused to concede, chanting Liu Feng’s name in hopes of his victory.

“This isn’t good! The crowd’s support is completely one-sided—they don’t believe in Liu Feng at all,” Zhang Liang muttered, somewhat speechless.

“Thankfully, most of our people here are backing Liu Feng; otherwise, this scene would be even more disheartening,” Zhao Jun said with relief.

“Though it seems on the surface that Liu Feng has little hope, I believe he won’t lose so easily,” Zhao Bochao said, his eyes flickering with anticipation.

At that moment, on the stage, with the signal given, Liu Feng struck first. He formed his palm into a blade shape, releasing a surge of true energy that concentrated on his palm-blade. Suddenly, a brilliant golden blade of energy shot forth like a lightning bolt, fiercely slashing toward Chen Jun.

Chen Jun watched the incoming blade attack and formed his fingers into a sword shape. A golden sword beam materialized, radiating a sharp aura. With a flick, the sword beam shot forward at lightning speed, clashing with the incoming blade beam.

“Bang!”

The sword and blade beams collided with a muffled explosion, followed by a thunderous roar. The blade shattered under the sword’s thrust. The sword beam continued its momentum, piercing directly toward Liu Feng.

Liu Feng saw the sword beam hurtling toward him and swiftly countered with a right fist. His golden fist blazed like a shooting star, smashing fiercely against the sword beam.

“Clang!”

The clash produced a metallic ring as the sword beam shattered under Liu Feng’s punch. Yet the force behind the sword beam sent Liu Feng staggering back a step.

“A sword beam condensed from true energy actually forced me back. The gap between our strengths is indeed significant,” Liu Feng silently acknowledged.

Though he pondered this, he did not halt his assault. Shaking his fists, his golden fists carried a wild, unmatched power, striking toward Chen Jun like a thunderous gale.

Chen Jun’s expression remained calm. Watching Liu Feng’s fists descend, he extended two fingers and quickly jabbed forward. His fingers, crackling like lightning, sliced through the air and struck Liu Feng’s fists.

“Bang!”

Their collision unleashed a deafening roar. Centered on the two combatants, violent waves of energy surged outward, shaking the arena and sending debris flying like a sandstorm.

At the same time, Liu Feng was violently repelled by Chen Jun’s force.

Liu Feng felt a sharp, overwhelming true energy surge from Chen Jun’s fingers into his meridians, causing his blood to churn violently. Unable to restrain himself, he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.

“Chen Jun is too strong. Just two or three moves and Liu Feng is coughing up blood and retreating. What can we do now?” Zhao Jun watched anxiously.

“This Chen Jun is truly formidable. Looks like Liu Feng will have to resort to his flying sword,” Zhao Bochao guessed.

Back in the special pavilion, Yang Zhi and Sun Ming both wore faint smiles.

“Ha! Seems like Liu Feng is no match for Chen Jun. Looks like we’ll be collecting your cities soon,” Yang Zhi said to Wang Bin with a smile.

“Don’t be so sure. They haven’t decided the winner yet,” Wang Bin’s face darkened.

“Alright, I’m curious how long you can keep up that stubbornness,” Sun Ming said, a smile on his lips.

“Hmph!” Wang Bin snorted in anger upon seeing their smug expressions.

“Liu Feng, you must fight with all your might! Don’t let the other three nations make a mockery of us,” Wang Bin silently urged.

Meanwhile, on the arena, Liu Feng continued the fierce battle with Chen Jun, but the disparity in their realms and strength was evident. Liu Feng was at a clear disadvantage.

He staggered backward under Chen Jun’s relentless power, fresh blood continuously trickling from the corner of his mouth, painting a bleak picture.

“I can’t go on like this. I guess it’s time to use the flying sword,” Liu Feng thought. His golden flying sword suddenly gleamed intensely. With his spiritual power controlling it, the sword slashed forward rapidly.

The golden flying sword streaked through the air like a furious golden dragon, carving a five-meter-long wave of golden energy as it charged toward Chen Jun.

Chen Jun’s eyes flashed sharply at the incoming flying sword. With a movement of his spiritual power, a silver flying sword appeared before him.

Controlling it with his spirit, he thrust the silver sword forward at lightning speed. It clashed with the golden flying sword like a silver lightning bolt.

“Clang! Clang! Clang!”

The two flying swords twisted and danced in the air like dragons emerging from the sea, entwining and colliding continuously.

“Ha! Didn’t expect Chen Jun to have a flying sword too. Looks like Liu Feng has no hope of winning,” Yang Zhi laughed aloud, watching the battle.

“Could it be that Liu Feng truly has no chance to turn the tide?” Wang Bin also felt the odds were stacked against Liu Feng.

The tension in the arena reached its peak.