Chapter 89 Quickly Transmigrate! Kidnapping Immortal Sect Disciple (54)
His figure on the stage looked a bit clumsy, causing groans from the audience.
Feng Ziang gritted his teeth. He was unwilling to lose like this, and even more unwilling to show such a vicious side in front of He Yushu.
He tried to calm himself down and analyzed Sun Qi's attack pattern.
He discovered that although Sun Qi's spells varied greatly, they all had one thing in common - they all required a certain amount of time to prepare.
He took a deep breath and decided to take a chance.
He deliberately revealed a flaw to lure Sun Qi into attacking.
Sun Qi was fooled as expected, and a huge blue ball of light flew towards him.
Just as the ball of light was about to hit him, Feng Ziang's figure suddenly disappeared, and when he appeared again, he was already behind Sun Qi.
"You..." Sun Qi was shocked. Before he could react, Feng Ziang's folding fan was already against his neck.
"Thank you." Feng Ziang smiled slightly, but there was a hint of bitterness in his smile.
He won the competition, but still failed to win a glance from He Yushu.
At this moment, a familiar voice sounded in his ears: "Feng Ziang." Feng Ziang turned around and saw He Yushu standing behind him, looking at him with complicated eyes.
"you……"
He Yushu's gaze fell on Feng Ziang's dusty clothes, and finally stopped at the folding fan he was holding tightly. He said with his thin lips: "Your fanning skills seem to have improved again." This short sentence, like a ray of sunshine in winter, illuminated the haze in Feng Ziang's heart.
He raised his head happily, but saw that He Yushu had turned and left, leaving only a cold back.
In the next few games, Feng Ziang seemed to have turned on a cheat code and was unstoppable.
He met Zhao Feiyang, who was famous for his magic control.
Zhao Feiyang sneered, his hands flew, and countless runes intertwined into a huge net, covering Feng Ziang.
Feng Ziang's expression froze, and suddenly an idea came to him. He used his special spiritual roots to quickly absorb the surrounding spiritual energy.
The spiritual energy on the stage gathered towards him visibly, forming a huge vortex.
He gathered his spiritual energy into a powerful force and then rushed directly towards the source of Zhao Feiyang's spell.
"Boom!" With a loud bang, Zhao Feiyang's rune web was torn apart in an instant, and the powerful impact force knocked him back several steps.
He looked at Feng Ziang in panic, his eyes full of disbelief.
Feng Ziang took the opportunity to launch a fierce attack, and the folding fan turned into a series of afterimages, falling on Zhao Feiyang like a torrential rain.
Zhao Feiyang was unable to resist and was eventually defeated.
The audience burst into thunderous applause, cheering for Feng Ziang's wonderful performance.
However, the joy of victory did not last long.
Feng Ziang was quick to notice that the fluctuations of spiritual energy around him were somewhat abnormal.
He looked around and found Elder Sun standing on the viewing stand with a sinister smile on his face.
Feng Ziang immediately understood that it was Elder Sun who was secretly doing something wrong.
Instead of backing down, he became more motivated.
With his keen perception of spiritual power, he quickly found the weak point of the formation.
He took a deep breath, gathered all the spiritual power in his body at one point, and then slapped the ground hard.
"Crack!" With a crisp sound, a crack appeared on the ground and the formation was completely destroyed.
Feng Ziang glared in the direction of Elder Sun, his eyes filled with anger and warning.
Elder Sun's face turned ashen. He glared at Feng Ziang fiercely and walked away in anger.
Feng Ziang sneered and turned to walk towards the rest area, but was stopped halfway.
"Mr. Feng, congratulations on winning another game." Lin Wan'er stood in front of him with a smile on her face and handed him a cup of spiritual tea.
"Thank you." Feng Ziang took the spiritual tea but did not drink it. Instead, he stared at somewhere behind Lin Wan'er with burning eyes.
Lin Wan'er followed his gaze and saw He Yushu standing not far away, looking at them quietly.
Lin Wan'er covered her mouth and chuckled: "Mr. Feng, it seems that you have someone in your heart. Do you want me to help you..."
"No need." Feng Ziang interrupted her and walked straight towards He Yushu.
He walked in front of He Yushu, stopped, and spoke slowly: "He Yushu..."
"He Yushu, I know you're still blaming me, but I've really changed. I came to this Immortal Alliance Conference not to show off, but just to..." Feng Ziang paused, took a deep breath, and said with courage, "Just to be closer to you."
He Yushu's eyes finally showed a slight wave. He looked at Feng Ziang, his thin lips moved slightly, but in the end he said nothing.
Feng Ziang's heart sank, he knew that the road was still long.
In the next round of competition, Feng Ziang's opponent was a burly cultivator named Duan Yue.
Duan Yue held a huge axe with intricate runes carved on it, emitting heart-pounding spiritual power fluctuations.
As soon as the game started, Duan Yue swung his giant axe and rushed towards Fengzi like a storm.
Feng Ziang didn't dare to take it head-on and could only keep dodging.
Every swing of the giant axe brought with it tremendous power, and the ground of the arena was shaken slightly.
Feng Ziang dodged while observing Duan Yue's attack method.
He found that although Duan Yue's attacks were fierce, they lacked variety, and he relied too much on the power of the giant axe and lacked flexibility.
Feng Ziang's heart moved and a plan came to his mind.
He deliberately revealed a flaw to lure Duan Yue into attacking.
Duan Yue was fooled and swung his huge axe at Feng Ziang.
Just when the giant axe was about to hit Feng Ziang, Feng Ziang's figure suddenly disappeared.
Duan Yue was stunned, and before he could react, Feng Ziang appeared behind him.
Feng Ziang waved the folding fan in his hand, and a sharp sword energy shot out and entangled Duan Yue's giant axe.
Duan Yue suddenly felt that the giant axe had become extremely heavy, as if it was being pressed down by a mountain.
Feng Ziang took the opportunity to move forward, and the folding fan in his hand turned into a series of afterimages, falling on Duan Yue like a torrential rain.
Although Duan Yue was thick-skinned and tough, he could not withstand such intensive attacks and was eventually defeated.
Thunderous applause broke out from the audience, and Feng Ziang's name echoed throughout the entire stadium.
He stood on the stage, bathed in the cheers of the crowd, but there was only one thought in his mind: He Yushu, did you see it?
However, when he looked in the direction of He Yushu, he found that He Yushu still had no expression on his face, as if this victory had nothing to do with him.
Feng Ziang sighed in his heart
As the competition progressed, Feng Ziang defeated all the opponents and finally entered the top ten.
He was getting closer and closer to his ultimate goal, but the uneasiness in his heart was getting stronger and stronger.
He had a feeling that the final competition would be even more difficult, and that the gap between him and He Yushu would be far more insurmountable than he had imagined.
On the eve of the final, Feng Ziang found He Yushu again.
"He Yushu, I know I have done a lot of wrong things in the past and made you very disappointed. But I really..."
"Feng Ziang," He Yushu suddenly interrupted him, "You don't have to say anything, I know everything."
Feng Ziang was stunned, and a glimmer of hope ignited in his heart. "Then you..."
He Yushu raised his head, looked at him deeply, and said slowly: "Tomorrow, I will wait for you on the stage."
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