Chapter Twenty-Nine: Fierce

“Has Liu Feng already lost?” Wang Yue exclaimed in shock.

“Wang Jun’s strength is incredible! Liu Feng might really be in danger,” Wang Yang said as well.

Zhao Yang’s expression was grave as he pondered, “I don’t think Liu Feng’s power is limited to this. He must still have some techniques he hasn’t revealed.”

A moment earlier, at the critical juncture, Liu Feng had gathered his true energy into both palms, receiving Wang Jun’s double fists head-on—blows that could have split stone and shattered monuments. The terrifying force sent him staggering backward.

Shaking his slightly numb hands, Liu Feng’s eyes flashed like lightning as he fixed his gaze on Wang Jun.

“I think Liu Feng’s finished. He’s about to lose to Wang Jun,” someone commented excitedly among the third class students in the audience.

“With Wang Jun’s strength, how could someone like Liu Feng possibly compare?” another chimed in.

“No one expected Wang Jun to be this powerful. Is Liu Feng really going to lose?”

“Does this mean that in the upcoming class competition, our Class One will still lose to Class Three? I just can’t accept it!” Some of Class One’s students spoke with unwillingness, watching the arrogant demeanor of Class Three.

“Liu Feng, you’re not without skill. But if this is all you have to show, I’ll be sorely disappointed,” Wang Jun said arrogantly.

“Whether it’s all I have, you’ll only know when the fight is over,” Liu Feng replied calmly.

“Very well, take my move—‘White Dragon Claw’.”

As Wang Jun spoke, his five fingers curved, true energy surging into his palm and flowing into his fingertips. A sharp, metallic gleam appeared at each finger’s tip, an aura that could chill the soul.

At each fingertip, an energy blade over three inches long condensed, cold and steely, captivating and deadly. He lunged at Liu Feng, his claw carrying the power to break mountains and split stone, and in a blink, it was at Liu Feng’s front. The air before Liu Feng tore like paper, emitting a piercing explosive sound.

Liu Feng raised his palm directly, a brilliant light flashing from his center. A blade of sword energy gathered, carrying with it a terrifying force that seemed able to rend the very void, striking fiercely at the sharp tip of the claw.

A grating noise rang out—sword energy clashing against metal, unable to advance an inch. The sharp energy at the claw’s tip was held at bay by the sword’s edge.

Palm and claw met, a tremendous energy collided, and cracks began to appear on the bluestone arena beneath their feet.

With a resounding bang, both were knocked back.

Five claw marks appeared on Liu Feng’s palm, while Wang Jun’s hand bore a long, thin wound.

Liu Feng charged forward, his fingers pointed like a sword, a narrow, metallic blade of energy forming, cold and dazzling, thrusting at Wang Jun.

Wang Jun raised his palm, a wave-like energy forming, rippling through the air in endless surges, colliding with the sword energy.

Their figures crossed. Sword and wave crashed together, the surrounding air roaring with the impact.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Their attacks collided again and again, tremendous force spreading in all directions. The bluestone arena shook under the onslaught, cracks snaking across its surface, stones beneath their feet groaning and splintering.

With a mighty crash, the arena could no longer withstand the force. It exploded, sending countless shards of stone hurtling outward.

“What’s happening?”

“This is incredible! They actually shattered the bluestone platform!”

“Everyone, get back!”

Some in the audience were struck by flying fragments, crying out and scrambling away. Chaos broke out among the crowd.

“Don’t panic, everyone! Just keep your distance from the arena,” Zhang Ning quickly stood and called out.

“After this match, I’ll report to the academy dean and request the ring be rebuilt with sturdier materials. We must ensure this doesn’t happen again,” Zhang Ying also stood to address the crowd.

On the platform, the battle raged on.

At that moment, Wang Jun clenched his fist, a dragon-shaped phantom flickering on his knuckles. The apparition let out a deafening roar, surging forward with earth-shattering force.

Liu Feng slashed both palms before him in rapid succession, sending forth countless fine blades of energy. These then converged, forming a colossal three-meter-long blade of power, its force enough to cleave mountains and split the earth, striking down ferociously.

With a thunderous crash, Wang Jun’s dragon phantom was split by the enormous blade, the remaining force smashing into him and sending him flying over three meters before crashing to the ground, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

Though Liu Feng’s blade shattered the phantom, its tail managed to whip him, forcing him back more than ten steps before he managed to brace himself with repeated force, finally steadying his stance.

“Looks like Liu Feng is going to win.”

“You all just said Liu Feng would lose—look who’s laughing now!” The students of Class One hadn’t forgotten the earlier arrogance of Class Three. Seeing Wang Jun sprawled on the stage, they seized the chance to retort.

“The match isn’t over! The winner’s not decided yet.”

“There’s no way Wang Jun will lose—he hasn’t shown his true strength yet,” insisted the Class Three students, refusing to admit defeat.

On the platform, Wang Jun slowly pushed himself up with trembling arms, while Liu Feng quietly circulated his internal energy, his strength recovering swiftly.

“Is Liu Feng now assured of victory?” Wang Yue asked.

“I think Liu Feng is close to winning. Wang Jun won’t have much power left to fight back,” Wang Yang replied.

Zhao Yang gazed at the stage, frowning slightly but saying nothing.

“I didn’t expect you to be so troublesome. I underestimated you. But I haven’t lost yet,” Wang Jun said sourly.

With a loud shout, Wang Jun’s aura surged, energy raging around him, his clothes swelling as true energy filled every seam. The power quickly gathered, condensing around his fists, which shone with a dazzling golden light.

“Diamond Fist Force!”

Wang Jun swung both fists, as if wielding the power to shatter space itself, sending shockwaves through the air in rapid succession, his energy blazing out in a fierce surge.

Liu Feng gathered all his strength into his palms, blades of invisible energy swirling rapidly about him, finally converging into a massive blade of pure force, slicing forward with the might to tear open the air itself.

A tempest seemed to erupt on the platform, the bluestone floor shattering under the force, fragments flying in all directions. At the center of the ring, a pit over a meter deep appeared.

Both Liu Feng and Wang Jun were blasted aside by the tremendous energy, tumbling across the arena.

Blood trickled from Liu Feng’s lips, though his body bore little injury. He pushed himself up with both hands.

Wang Jun fared worse, collapsing onto the stage, coughing up two mouthfuls of blood, his spirit flagging, unable to rise.

Zhang Ning and Zhang Ying, the two instructors, leapt quickly onto the platform.

Zhang Ning placed her hand on Liu Feng’s back, transferring some of her vital energy into him.

After a moment, Liu Feng waved her hand away, signaling he was fine, and Zhang Ning removed her hand.

Zhang Ying produced a medicinal pill, crushed it, and placed it in Wang Jun’s mouth, then pressed his palm to Wang Jun’s back to help him absorb its effects.

A quarter of an hour later, Wang Jun struggled to his feet.

Zhang Ning and Zhang Ying moved to the front of the stage together. Zhang Ning glanced at Zhang Ying, who gave a slight nod.

Zhang Ning announced, “The winner of this match is Liu Feng.”

At the same time, she produced two hundred spirit stones and placed them into Liu Feng’s hands.