Chapter 13 The Final Battle
"here you are?"
Immediately, several suspicious glances fell on the young man in black.
"Who are you?"
They don't remember that there is such a person .
"I'm a disciple of the Shen Yi Sect, my name is Feng Chong." The young man in black claimed his life. He also knew that he couldn't hide his identity in front of these people in the black market, so he might as well just say it out loud.
"Disciple of the Divine Will Sect, so you and Ling Chen are from the same sect. Then we cannot let you fight Ling Chen. We can't guarantee that you won't let him win on purpose."
"Don't worry, Ling Chen and I have a feud, and I'm here to settle the feud with him. I hope you seniors will give me this opportunity."
Feng Chong was ordered by Yun Tianhe to deal with Ling Chen. The fighting arena was naturally the best place to deal with him. After all, even if someone died on the fighting arena, that was normal. It was a good place to kill Ling Chen.
"And I won't charge you any commission. How about that? This is killing two birds with one stone."
People in the black market are only interested in profit, and Feng Chong doesn't believe that this won't impress these people.
"Okay, I'll let you fight in this last match."
Before the deacons could speak, the black market leader spoke up, "Let me ask you one more question. Do you want to take Ling Chen's life on the stage?"
Hearing this, Feng Chong's expression changed slightly, but after hesitating for a moment, he nodded, "That's right." Then he asked tentatively, "Your Excellency won't stop me, will you?"
"Why should I stop you?"
The black market leader had a half-smile on his face. "If you can kill Ling Chen, it will be big news. My underground fighting arena will become even more famous. I have no reason to stop you as long as you have the ability."
"That's good."
Feng Chong finally breathed a sigh of relief, and then a confident look quickly emerged on his face, "Don't worry, I am not comparable to those idiots. Today is the anniversary of this guy's death."
After saying that, Feng Chong turned around and rushed out, stepping onto the stage.
"It's you? Junior Brother Feng Chong."
When Ling Chen saw Feng Chong stepping onto the stage, he raised his eyebrows, and then a hint of mockery appeared on his face.
"Shut up! You're not the one calling me Junior Brother!"
Feng Chong's face darkened and he shouted sternly.
"Haha, isn't that what you asked me to call you, Junior Brother Feng Chong?"
The corners of Ling Chen's mouth curled up. He called him that for a reason. Feng Chong used to be his best friend, but after he met with an accident, he immediately changed his allegiance and became Yun Tianhe's disciple.
Feng Chong is naturally much older than Ling Chen, but he insisted that Ling Chen call him Junior Brother, saying that in terms of seniority among masters, the one with stronger strength comes first, so Ling Chen naturally called him Junior Brother.
"You bastard, I'm going to make sure you can never say these three words again!"
As Feng Chong mobilized his true energy, his white clothes moved without wind, and a cold wave of true energy swept out from his body. He stomped his feet suddenly, and leaped out like a flying wild goose, slashing at Ling Chen with countless hand knives.
"Snow is everywhere in the mountains!"
Feng Chong's strength is not comparable to Cao Meng's. His Piaoxue Palm Technique is a lower-grade earth-level palm technique, and its power is much stronger than the Liehu Fist.
Hiss!
The air was cut open in an instant, and white hand knives were stacked up all over the mountains.
"Break it for me!"
Ling Chen neither retreated nor gave in, and his sword moves were unleashed one after another, like hundreds of arrows fired at once, like a surging river, crashing into countless hand knives with a brutal attitude.
In an instant, the sound of air exploding came one after another, causing turbulent wind in the center of the field, which could easily blow away a tiger.
Feng Chong's expression changed. "How is that possible? With your strength, you shouldn't be able to break my palm knife."
“There are more things you can’t expect.”
Ling Chen sneered, "Yun Tianhe asked you to take my life, right? It seems he is scared too and can't even wait for a month."
"Fear?"
Feng Chong sneered, "It would be easy for Senior Brother Yun Tianhe to kill you. He asked me to do it just to prevent any more trouble. Ling Chen, the Divine Will Sect can no longer accommodate you, so you better go and die!"
"Heart-breaking blow!"
The offensive changed, Feng Chong's clothes fluttered, and as he flew, the five fingers of his right hand were spread out like iron hooks, and he was about to put them on Ling Chen's shoulders.
At this moment, Ling Chen felt like he was being stared at by a bird of prey. He knew that he must not be locked by the opponent, otherwise, even if he was not injured, he would be controlled.
Swish!
Ling Chen's body flew backwards, leaving behind a dim afterimage.
Feng Chong tore the residual image into pieces with one claw, but when he looked up, a dot suddenly appeared in front of him.
It was actually a sword light!
"Oops!"
The sword light appeared almost immediately and arrived in front of Feng Chong in the blink of an eye.
“Damn it!”
Feng Chong didn't expect that the opponent still had the strength to fight back, and once he attacked, he had no way to avoid or dodge. It was obvious that the opponent had been planning for a long time and was waiting for this opportunity.
"roll!"
Feng Chong roared, stretched out his right hand, and pinched the air with two fingers, trying to block Ling Chen's attack and prepare to break Ling Chen's sword.
Ling Chen naturally could not hide this little intention. The sword's momentum was uncertain, like a mirage, and illusory sword light spread out, tapping several times in a row.
laugh!
The sword light brushed across Feng Chong's palm like a spirit snake, leaving a blood mark on it.
A drop of blood dripped from the edge of Ling Chen's sword.
"This Feng Chong is injured."
In the stands, a deacon was also surprised.
"How is it possible? Why is this kid so difficult to deal with?"
Feng Chong's heart sank slightly. Ling Chen was much more difficult to deal with than he had expected. This guy was growing at a terrifying speed.
"I don't believe I can't do anything to you!"
Suppressing the murderous intent in his heart, Feng Chong knew that if he failed to kill Ling Chen on this stage, he would have no chance later. Moreover, killing Ling Chen here would make him famous and gain the reputation of killing the number one genius in the martial arts world.
But he couldn't be impatient now. With his strength, as long as he calmed down, Ling Chen would definitely not be his opponent.
Taking a step forward, Feng Chong used the next three moves of the Piaoxue Palm Technique and attacked Ling Chen fiercely.
The palm force was like wind and snow, one wave stronger than the other, constantly oppressing Ling Chen.
At this moment, Feng Chong seemed to have changed his tactics. He no longer rushed forward rashly, but instead took a steady approach, hoping to wear down Ling Chen.
"Feng Chong is quite smart. He knows where his advantage lies and has changed his tactics. If he can keep going like this, he might be able to kill Ling Chen."
The black market leader was still stroking his chin, looking very interested.
“Ling Chen was a disciple of the Divine Will Sect. Would his death in our underground fighting arena cause any problems?” a deacon said with some concern.
"No, if Ling Tianyu was still alive, we might need to consider saving Ling Chen's life, but now, Ling Chen is just an ordinary disciple in Shenyi Sect, and Shenyi Sect should not pay too much attention to his life or death."
"Don't worry about life or death, this is the rule of our underground fighting arena. If you don't have the strength, you can't blame anyone if you die."
Several deacons discussed this one after another.
"Alright, no need to argue, I'm just saying it's possible," the black market leader waved his hand and said, "I think it's not impossible that Ling Chen is deliberately showing weakness."
"Showing weakness? Leader, you think too highly of Ling Chen."
The deacon next to him shook his head. After all, Ling Chen had fought ten battles in a row. With his sixth-level martial arts cultivation, his true energy was severely depleted. It was normal that he was unable to continue. There would definitely be no problem.
At this moment, the two men on the ring had already exchanged more than thirty moves. Suddenly, Ling Chen's swordsmanship slowed down for a moment, resulting in a fatal flaw.
"It's now!"
A hint of joy flashed across Feng Chong's eyes, "Go to hell!"
Seizing the opportunity, Feng Chong took the lead and took the initiative to attack, slashing towards Ling Chen's throat with a palm.
Just when he was about to chop Ling Chen in front of him, suddenly, a smile appeared on the corner of Ling Chen's mouth.
"not good!"
Feng Chong thought to himself that this was not good and he had been fooled.
However, by the time he realized it, it was too late. Ling Chen suddenly changed his tactics, and a powerful sword force, contained in a dragon roar, suddenly erupted.
"White dragon passing through!"
The sword flashed like a shuttle, like a white horse passing by in a flash, extremely fast, and passed by violently.
