Chapter 88 Quickly Transmigrate! Kidnapping Immortal Sect Disciple (53)
At this moment, Feng Ziang suddenly stopped, clasped the folding fan in his hand, and a strange lavender spiritual power shot out like a sharp arrow, heading straight for Shi Lei's chest.
This spiritual power attack was not brute force, but carried a strange wave that directly penetrated Shi Lei's proud defensive robes, leaving a clear burn mark on his chest.
"Ah!" Shi Lei groaned and staggered back, his face full of shock.
The audience also cried out in surprise, apparently not expecting Feng Ziang to have such a peculiar method of attack.
This attack caught the opponent off guard, and Feng Ziang took advantage of the situation to pursue.
His figure was like a ghost, and as he opened and closed the folding fan in his hand, streaks of lavender spiritual power shot out like a dragon, sometimes pouring down like a downpour, sometimes piercing like a fine needle, each time accurately landing on the weak point of Shi Lei's defense.
Shi Lei's heavy khaki robes were shining brightly as he struggled to hold on, but they gradually dimmed under the continuous attacks.
Beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, his steps were staggering, and his eyes were full of fear.
Thunderous applause broke out from the audience as they praised Feng Ziang's exquisite moves and powerful strength.
"This Feng Ziang is really a hidden talent!" someone exclaimed.
"Yeah, I only heard that his swordsmanship was powerful, but I didn't expect that his spiritual power control was so exquisite!"
Even some disciples who had previously complained about Feng Ziang had to admit his strength now.
On the high platform, Elder Sun's face was livid. He originally thought that Shi Lei's defense was enough to drag down Feng Ziang, but he didn't expect that he could be suppressed so easily by him.
His sinister gaze swept through the crowd and landed on an inconspicuous disciple. He whispered, "Go, make arrangements so that he loses the next game."
The disciple took the order and left, disappearing silently into the crowd.
Feng Ziang finally defeated Shi Lei with absolute advantage. He put away his folding fan and walked off the stage in a dashing manner.
However, he was keenly aware of something strange, and a vague sense of malice was shrouding him.
He looked around calmly and found several suspicious people mixed in the crowd, secretly observing him.
Feng Ziang sneered, thinking to himself, "What a petty trick."
He pretended to be calm and walked towards the rest area.
When passing a secluded path, suddenly, several dark shadows emerged from the darkness, with sharp blades in their hands flashing cold light, and rushed straight towards Feng Ziang.
Feng Ziang was well prepared. He dodged the attack easily with a flash of his body. The folding fan in his hand turned into a sharp sword with a cold light, which instantly repelled several men in black.
"With a bunch of you small fry, you dare to plot against me?" Feng Ziang snorted coldly, with murderous intent in his eyes.
When the men in black saw that their sneak attack failed, they drew their weapons and besieged Feng Ziang.
Feng Ziang was not afraid at all. With his agile body and powerful swordsmanship, he moved freely among the men in black, like a tiger descending from the mountain, unstoppable.
Soon, all the men in black were knocked to the ground by Feng Ziang. He put away his sword and was about to leave when suddenly a voice came from behind him: "Brother Feng, you are very skilled."
Feng Ziang turned around and saw Lin Wan'er standing not far away with a hint of worry in her eyes.
"Ms. Lin, why are you here?" Feng Ziang asked.
Lin Wan'er walked forward and said with concern: "I saw someone following you stealthily, so I came over to take a look."
Feng Ziang smiled and said, "Thank you for your concern, Miss Lin. I'm fine."
He was about to leave when suddenly, Lin Wan'er grabbed his sleeve and whispered, "Brother Feng, be careful of Elder Sun..."
Feng Ziang finally found an opportunity to get close to He Yushu, and he carefully handed over a spiritual jade that he had found.
This piece of spiritual jade is of warm color and contains rich spiritual energy. It is obviously an excellent item for cultivation.
He Yushu took the spiritual jade and looked up at Feng Ziang. A hint of complicated emotions flashed in his cold eyes, but he quickly regained his composure.
He said lightly, "Thank you," and then turned and left, his steps light and firm, as if this moment of communication had never happened.
Feng Ziang looked at He Yushu's gradually receding back, and tears welled up in his eyes.
He clenched his fists, and a strong force surged in his heart.
He secretly vowed that no matter how difficult the road ahead was, he would definitely impress He Yushu.
After making this decision, Feng Ziang seemed to become more determined.
The next match came soon, and the opponent was Zhao Feiyang, an outstanding disciple from another sect who was extremely jealous and even more competitive.
As soon as Zhao Feiyang came on the field, he was full of momentum. The long sword in his hand was like a poisonous snake, carrying a biting cold air and rushing straight towards Feng Ziang.
Feng Ziang was agile, dodging left and right. He seemed to be in danger, but his eyes were unusually calm as he carefully observed the opponent's weaknesses.
Zhao Feiyang's attacks came one after another, but Feng Ziang always managed to dodge them in a flash.
Suddenly, he saw an opportunity.
One of Zhao Feiyang's attacks was too powerful, causing his wrist to soften slightly, revealing a small flaw.
A gleam of light flashed in Feng Ziang's eyes. He took a step forward, and the folding fan in his hand turned into a sharp sword. His spiritual power was like a dragon emerging from the sea, and instantly struck Zhao Feiyang's chest.
"Bang!" With a loud bang, Zhao Feiyang was knocked away by the sudden attack and fell heavily on the edge of the ring.
The place was suddenly filled with an uproar, and the audience cast their astonished eyes on Feng Ziang. His name became known throughout the place, and those who once looked down on him had to look at him differently.
Feng Ziang stood on the ring, enjoying the joy of victory.
He looked towards the audience, but saw He Yushu's cold profile again.
Even though he won countless praises, He Yushu's attitude remained unchanged, which made Feng Ziang realize that he still had a long way to go.
He didn't know what challenges he would face in the next competition, but his heart was full of determination.
At this moment, a voice rang in his ears: "Brother Feng, your performance is really impressive, but the road ahead may be more difficult." Feng Ziang turned his head and saw Lin Wan'er with a worried look in her eyes, and said softly.
Lin Wan'er's words were just as predicted. Feng Ziang would face many difficulties in the next competition.
As soon as he returned to the rest area, he heard the cultivators around him whispering.
"It's just good luck, do you really think you are so great?" "It's just that I happened to meet Zhao Feiyang in a bad state, and I took advantage of him." These words pierced Feng Ziang's ears like needles. He subconsciously looked at He Yushu, but only saw the other person's still indifferent profile.
An indescribable depression surged in his heart. He felt as if he had been thrown into an icy abyss. The noise around him turned into a mocking echo.
A new opponent soon appeared, a cultivator named Sun Qi, who was good at spell control.
As soon as the game started, Sun Qi set numerous magic traps, and runes flashing with faint blue light floated on the stage like ghosts.
Feng Ziang didn't dare to be careless. He dodged and moved carefully, as any carelessness would put him in danger.
He tried to attack with his folding fan, but Sun Qi easily resolved it.
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