Starting with a Suite: I Became the King in the Human Realm

Chen Feng transmigrated into a high-tech martial world and discovered that his original self had just been tricked by a property agent into taking out a mortgage on a house.

Upon making his f...

Chapter 320 A Narrow Victory

As time went on, the injuries on both of them gradually increased.

Chen Feng's clothes were torn by the sharp sword energy, and blood seeped out.

The seventh-rank peak martial artist also had several deep and shallow wounds on his arms and chest, and blood stained his black mask.

However, all of this was actually a situation carefully planned by Chen Feng.

He knew that these black-robed figures hiding in the shadows would not easily show themselves. Only when they were made to believe that they were evenly matched with this peak seventh-grade martial artist and that the outcome was uncertain, and only when both sides were severely injured, would these people be unable to restrain themselves and make a move.

Whether they were the "sowing mantis" who would ultimately reap the benefits, or they belonged to that evil cultist organization, Chen Feng was certain they would not let go of this excellent opportunity to reap the rewards.

"boom--"

"ah--"

Time ticked by, and half an hour had passed in the blink of an eye. In these brief yet seemingly endless thirty minutes, the situation on the battlefield grew increasingly tense.

The fierce battle between the seventh-rank martial artists was in full swing, and people were constantly being injured and falling down.

A series of deafening booms echoed, the sounds of martial arts techniques colliding; interspersed throughout were incessant screams, sending chills down one's spine.

These sounds intertwined, as if forming a symphony of death and destruction.

Blood began to splatter from the bodies of one seventh-rank martial artist after another. They were either struck in vital areas by their opponents' fierce moves or were accidentally injured in the chaos of battle.

Crimson blood danced in the air, like blooming, eerie flowers.

As the number of casualties gradually increased, the battle between the two sides became increasingly fierce. Every warrior was blinded by rage, forgetting pain, exhaustion, and fear, with only one belief in their hearts—to defeat the enemy!