This is also a war of attrition, but He Xiangdong believes that with the assistance of his mental cultivation techniques, he will consume less of his own energy and blood than Zhang Shanfeng, and will be able to defeat Zhang Shanfeng more quickly.

"Boom boom boom—"

However, He Xiangdong underestimated Zhang Shanfeng's madness and strength.

When the opponent unleashed their full power, the fighting strength they displayed actually made him feel a bit of pressure.

If you rely solely on martial arts skills, it would probably not be easy to defeat your opponent.

In addition, Zhang Shanfeng's D-level sword qi storm has been cultivated to the perfect level, which allows him to condense more sword qi and unleash a more powerful formation to resist He Xiangdong's mental attack.

This rendered many of He Xiangdong's psychological tactics ineffective.

"Boom boom boom—"

The sounds of fierce battle echoed in the air, as if trying to tear the entire world apart.

Zhang Shanfeng's ferocious attacks were as dense and fierce as a storm, each swing of his weapon carrying unparalleled power and might.

His eyes were filled with determination and resolve, as if he wanted to vent all his anger and resentment.

However, although his attacks put tremendous pressure on He Xiangdong, the opponent was not without the ability to fight back.

He Xiangdong focused intently on dealing with Zhang Shanfeng's offensive, skillfully using his techniques and strategies to resist his attacks.

Their battle became exceptionally fierce, with both sides exchanging blows and refusing to give an inch.

As time went on, Zhang Shanfeng's physical strength began to wane. His breathing became rapid, and sweat slid down his forehead.

But he gritted his teeth and continued his fierce attack. He knew that this battle was of great significance to him; if he could not defeat He Xiangdong, he would not be able to achieve his goal.

Just then, He Xiangdong seized the opportunity and launched a counterattack. He cleverly took advantage of Zhang Shanfeng's fatigue and quickly launched a fierce offensive.

Zhang Shanfeng was caught off guard and was hit several times by He Xiangdong, causing his body to tremble slightly.

"hateful!"

Zhang Shanfeng roared and, despite his injuries, charged forward once more. His eyes gleamed with unyielding determination, resolved to fight He Xiangdong to the death.

However, due to excessive physical exertion, his movements were no longer as agile as before, and the power of his attacks had also weakened.

Finally, after a period of stalemate, Zhang Shanfeng's speed noticeably slowed down. His attacks became less fierce, giving He Xiangdong more breathing room.

He Xiangdong seized this opportunity and intensified his attacks on Zhang Shanfeng, attempting to defeat him in one fell swoop.

At this moment, Zhang Shanfeng felt a surge of helplessness. He realized that he might not be able to hold on any longer; his body had reached its limit.

"ha--"

In the end, both were extremely exhausted, panting heavily, their clothes soaked with sweat. They stared at each other, their eyes gleaming with determination and resolve. This was a life-or-death struggle; neither could back down.

After exchanging a glance, they simultaneously took a deep breath, preparing to unleash their strongest attacks. At that moment, time seemed to freeze, and the entire world consisted only of the two of them.

They each unleashed their full power, concentrating all their strength in their hands. A dazzling light emanated from them, illuminating the entire battlefield.

With a deafening roar, the two figures collided violently. The impact of the energy created a powerful storm that swept across the surrounding area.

This fierce battle was breathtaking, with both sides giving their all and demonstrating unparalleled strength and skill.

"boom--"

A deafening roar echoed through the air, followed by a dazzling flash of light.

Impacted by this powerful force, the two figures were sent flying backward like arrows released from a bow. They traced an arc in the air before crashing heavily into the ground and the fence.

Zhang Shanfeng's body crashed heavily onto the ring with a dull thud. His face was ashen, and a trickle of blood escaped from the corner of his mouth, clearly indicating that he had suffered a great injury.

On the other side, He Xiangdong crashed into the fence. Although he also suffered some impact, his injuries were relatively minor.

With two muffled thuds, both fighters ceased their attacks. A hush fell over the entire arena as the audience held their breath, watching the situation on the ring with bated breath.

They were all filled with questions: Who would be the victor in this battle?

"He Xiangdong, how much vital energy do you have left? It should be less than 10%?"

Zhang Shanfeng swayed slightly as he struggled to his feet, a smile on his face, and asked He Xiangdong.

He Xiangdong's gaze was icy as he stared intently at Zhang Shanfeng, his voice cold: "No matter how many are left, defeating you is enough."

However, as Zhang Shanfeng said, He Xiangdong's vital energy was almost depleted, with only about 10% remaining.

Not only that, his mental energy was also greatly depleted, leaving him with only about 20% of it.