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"Hmph!"

Hu Fei gave a cold snort, his body leaned back until almost flat against the ground, and his right foot kicked up fiercely, sending a blazing Divine Radiance towards the Innate Primordial Essence Qi.

Shua!

Shua!

Shua!

Following immediately, Hu Fei twisted his waist and sprang up, his treasure sword in hand like dense waves of fish scales, one strike following another, launching Hu Family Saber Technique in a frenzied assault on Li Tianfeng.

Driven by Hu Fei’s Divine Power, the pitch-black sword light extended over a dozen feet, seemingly capable of slicing the heavens and earth apart, its furious energy causing the Defensive Array Patterns to flare with powerful radiance.

If not for the near-Quasi-Emperor Level patterns laid down by strong people around the arena, it would have long been chopped to ashes.

"He’s truly a fierce bandit, no wonder so formidable. Could his sword be that Heavenly Weapon saber of his grandfather?"

"Impossible. I once went to the Northern Domain and had the fortune to see that Heavenly Weapon saber, much mightier than this one."

"Even if it’s not that saber, it could be a replica able to exhibit part of the Heavenly Weapon’s power!"

The spectators debated loudly, all shocked by Hu Fei’s fearless and invincible demeanor — this was a completely reckless fighting style!

Li Tianfeng didn’t expect Hu Fei to launch a frenzied attack right away, catching him off guard, forcing him to retreat continually.

However, his strength exceeds that of Hu Fei, and after a brief retreat, he steadied himself and began his counterattack.

Shua!

Li Tianfeng’s hand flashed with light, revealing an emerald-like Qing Tian Lotus, with green flames surging, scorching and collapsing the void.

Peng peng peng peng peng...

A series of dense explosive sounds arose, as the treasure sword and Qing Tian Lotus clashed over a hundred times, gradually suppressing Hu Fei’s attack.

Li Tianfeng wielded the Azure Lotus Holy Embryo, unleashing powerful attack power, striking horizontally and smashing vertically, each blow carrying divine power capable of destroying heaven and earth, completely enveloping Hu Fei in hazy green flames.

"Ah..."

Hu Fei roared wildly, and instantly a shadow solidified behind him, a Vajra Ape appearing, with massive claws blotting out the sky, like mountain ranges smashing towards Li Tianfeng.

Boom!

Li Tianfeng swept across with the Azure Lotus, knocking the Vajra Ape flying over a dozen feet away, landing heavily, its figure became indistinct, almost collapsing.

The entire arena was engulfed in Divine Radiance, the glow dazzling, the duel reached a heated phase; Hu Fei yelled continuously, unleashing all sorts of marvelous martial arts, rapidly draining his Divine Power.

Boom!

The two clashed again, forcing Li Tianfeng to retreat three steps, his face flushing, while Hu Fei coughed up a mouthful of blood, his face turning pale. Though he didn’t retreat, it was clear he suffered a loss in this collision.

"Hehe..."

Li Tianfeng gave a sinister smile, his body like a specter, swiftly advancing on Hu Fei, shaking the Azure Lotus to break through Hu Fei’s defense.

Pa!

Li Tianfeng raised his hand and slapped Hu Fei’s face, leaving a bright red palm print and trailing a thread of blood at the corner of Hu Fei’s mouth once again.

"I’m going all out with you!"

Hu Fei roared angrily, disregarding his surging Qi and blood, forcefully gathering energy, channeling his Divine Power, and punched out again.

"It’s futile, in front of absolute strength, you’re nothing more than a clown!"

Li Tianfeng swung the Azure Lotus, spreading Divine Light to brush aside Hu Fei’s Punch Ray, and then swept it across his body repeatedly.

Peng!

Peng!

Peng!

...

Li Tianfeng wielded the Azure Lotus like a demon god, successively striking Hu Fei who flipped several times, his body covered in blood stains, and half of his clothes turned to ashes, looking utterly miserable.

"Holy Embryo, Unification!"

In crisis, Hu Fei roared loudly, and the previously illusory Vajra Ape merged into his body.

Ka-boom!

Hu Fei’s entire frame cracked with explosive sounds, transforming into a giant that stood tall against the sky, launching a punch at Li Tianfeng, the Punch Ray splitting the sky, the void trembling as if a whole world was crashing down.

"Heaven and Earth Dharma!"

Li Tianfeng realized Hu Fei was desperate, bellowing wildly, he unleashed Dharma Form Divine Power, growing several yards tall, piercing through the blue sky, and stomped towards Hu Fei’s head.

"Stop!"

A loud shout accompanied by a gray silhouette raced into the arena like lightning, quickly rescuing Hu Fei from underneath Li Tianfeng’s foot.

Boom!

Li Tianfeng’s giant foot came down, causing the diamond arena to quake violently, the Array Patterns flickered rapidly, dissipating the power of that stomp.

"Consider yourself lucky..."

Li Tianfeng shook his head regretfully, muttering to himself.

A moment ago, he indeed harbored thoughts of killing. Not to mention that Hu Fei and Ye Fan are good friends, just for the old grudge between them, he absolutely wanted to keep Hu Fei permanently on the competition stage and avenge the spirit stone mine robbery from years ago.

The gray-robed elder brought Hu Fei out and immediately fed him a Healing Holy Pill, then activated Divine Power to aid his recovery.

In moments, Hu Fei’s injuries healed greatly; he was already out of serious harm, though his body remained somewhat weak.

"The second match, Li Tianfeng wins!"

Seeing Hu Fei was no longer in peril, Lan Yingfei finally announced the result of the match.

"Brother Tianfeng is truly impressive, having already won two consecutive matches; it seems that besides the top four contestants, no one can defeat you!"

"That goes without saying, apart from Fierce bandit Qi and Brother Zhou Zhaolong, who can overcome Brother Tianfeng? I think, even breaking into the top three, Brother Tianfeng would have no problem."

Li Tianfeng walked down the stage arrogantly, greeted by a few followers, who flattered him obsequiously.

"This Li Tianfeng is indeed powerful, rarely having opponents in the same realm, an absolute demon."

"He’s only sixteen years old, already a Mid-stage Divine Power Realm strong person. In a few more years, who will be his opponent? Perhaps even some elders will have to acknowledge defeat."

"However, given his young age, his personality is somewhat excessive."

Seeing Li Tianfeng win the match with absolute dominance, requiring intervention from the referee to save Hu Fei’s life, many people discussed.

"Hmph!"

Their voices weren’t quiet, so Li Tianfeng naturally heard them, sneered coldly, and swept his gaze over the few people discussing, his eyes filled with endless killing intent.

Subsequently, Li Tianfeng directed his gaze towards the area where Ye Fan and others were, ultimately resting on Ye Fan, his eyes filled with undisguised killing intent.

Ignoring Li Tianfeng’s provocation, Ye Fan and the others proactively met Hu Fei who was stepping down from the ring, helping him to a seat for rest.

"I truly botched this time!"

Hu Fei looked frustrated and unwilling, initially thinking he could defeat Li Tianfeng—this outcome was unacceptable to him.

"Don’t speak. Rest well; you’re currently suffering from depleted energy and blood, and mustn’t get angry, or it may lead to harm."

As he spoke, Ye Fan tore open Hu Fei’s clothes at the chest and placed his right palm over the large acupuncture point on Hu Fei’s chest, quickly channeling his thick and pure Pure Yang Qi into his body.

Pure Yang Qi is the most pristine Life Origin in the world; as long as the Divine Soul is unharmed, no matter how severe the body’s injuries, Pure Yang Qi can restore them.

Under the astonished gazes of the crowd, Hu Fei’s complexion gradually reddened, his energy and blood replenished, sweeping away his previous gloom, as if entirely unharmed, full of spirit, his Essence Qi surging like a vast ocean.

"Brother Ye Fan, you’re about to compete soon, yet you exhaust Primordial Essence Qi to heal me, I..."

Hu Fei’s voice choked, feeling touched; his eyes turned red—such sacrificial camaraderie truly moves one deeply, especially when one is willing to exhaust Primordial Essence Qi for healing despite an impending match.

"Great gratitude needs no words. From now on, my life belongs to you, my brother; anyone wishing to harm you must first step over my corpse." Hu Fei said earnestly.

Ye Fan patted Hu Fei’s shoulder without saying anything.

Subsequently, match after match proceeded, each contesting intensely, all sorts of Divine Power Martial Techniques earning cheers from spectators.

The matches yesterday seemed somewhat restrained; today, these participating geniuses have fully unleashed themselves, unconcerned about causing fatalities, revealing various forbidden martial arts to the crowd’s delight.

With the experience of the first day, everyone gained preliminary insight into their opponents, forming considerably targeted strategies and tactics.

Laypersons enjoy the spectacle, but experts look for the intricacies.

Almost none of those attending the Immortal Academy are outsiders; they can perceive or learn some insights from the geniuses’ matches.

Individual wisdom is limited, no matter how genius it can’t compare with collective brainstorming, especially in martial arts and Divine Power utilization; each genius almost has their unique approach.

If these insights could be learned, it would surely result in a qualitative enhancement in one’s strength, which explains the large audience for the matches.

Moreover, the various Heroic Lords on the VIP seats expressed amazement at these geniuses’ innovative Divine Power applications and martial arts displays.

Seeing this, the vice president Old Fox grinned, his face’s wrinkles blooming like daisies, his mouth almost stretching to his ears.

Ye Fan’s match was the seventh, his opponent a martial arts prodigy from a small sect, cold and arrogant, refusing intimacy with anyone.

As a tradition, Ye Fan only defended and didn’t attack, allowing his opponent to fully unleash their entire strength before defeating them.

On the surface, Ye Fan’s match appeared thrilling and dangerous, but only the prodigy knew Ye Fan’s true strength was unfathomable; no matter how strong he was, he couldn’t win, losing with complete conviction.

"Thank you, Brother Ye!"

After the match, the prodigy deeply bowed to Ye Fan, then quietly withdrew from the stage, leaving many spectators bewildered—losing the match yet thanking the opponent?!

Only the Heroic Lords on the VIP seats discerned the subtleties.

Like his previous match against Xiong Kuang, Ye Fan merely defended without attacking, allowing his opponent to exert their strongest strength before defeating them.

This requires extreme confidence in one’s strength, confidence to withstand any fierce attack from the opponent!

Moreover, Ye Fan could instantly assess his opponent’s strength and suppress his own to a level close to the opponent’s—this level of judgment is beyond many geniuses.

In fact, even many prodigies from previous sessions at the Immortal Academy hadn’t realized Ye Fan was intentionally allowing opponents to fully exert themselves, thinking Ye Fan’s strength to be no more than it seemed.

"Could he really defy odds and claim the championship?"

Considering this, some Immortal Academy teachers who discerned the subtleties grew anxious—they had previously participated in Yaling’s wager, placing bets on Qi Tianlin winning the championship in the end.

If Ye Fan became an unexpected dark horse, triumphing all the way to the championship, they would suffer huge losses!

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