The current battle situation left everyone in utter amazent...
In the eyes of the spectators, Lin Feng, who was supposed to be undoubtedly defeated, was surprisingly fierce, leaving Gong Lin with no power to counter at all!
A mont later, the entire venue erupted, and the noisy discussions rose one after another.
"This... how can this be?"
"Lin Feng has seized Gong Lin’s weakness! Close combat is Gong Lin’s fatal flaw!"
"Gong Lin never expected Lin Feng to have a Spirit Sword, otherwise, with his speed, no one below the Martial King Realm could even get close to him!"
"Now Gong Lin is in danger, his amazing arrow technique is completely unusable!"
The faces of the crowd were colorful with emotions; although Gong Lin was much stronger than Lin Feng, he was instead being suppressed by Lin Feng, a situation truly quite rare.
Yun Feiyang watched all this, his face twitching non-stop; Lin Feng’s strength was clearly inferior to his, yet the battle situation was completely opposite to what he expected.
"Can it be fought like this?"
Yun Feiyang was speechless in his heart and couldn’t help but silently curse himself for being foolish; he had only thought of fighting Gong Lin face to face with integrity, never considering Gong Lin’s weakness.
However, he didn’t have a Spirit Sword. Although his movent technique was not slow, it was also very difficult to get close to Gong Lin.
So, if this tactic was used by him, it might not necessarily have the sa result.
Watching Gong Lin and Lin Feng flying farther and farther, about to leave their sight, many young heroes flew out from the pavilion and quickly followed them.
However, the older generation of strong warriors did not move.
"Taishen Palace Master, it seems my disciple has a slight edge!" Huangfu Qing looked at Tai Shen and said with a slight smile.
"Humph! The final outco is still uncertain!"
Tai Shen snorted coldly upon hearing this, his face looking dreadful; he too did not expect such a situation to occur.
Gong Lin’s weakness was well known to him as well, but Gong Lin’s movent speed was extrely fast, enough to make up for this weakness. Normal Martial Artists of the sa tier, or even slightly weaker First Layer Martial Kings, would struggle to get close to Gong Lin.
But as fate would have it, Lin Feng happened to have a Spirit Sword, he was simply Gong Lin’s nesis!
At this mont, the powerful figures from various factions couldn’t help but show helpless smiles; if Gong Lin were to lose this ti, it would truly be destined by the heavens.
A thousand miles away, high in the sky.
Lin Feng was tightly sticking to Gong Lin, the longsword in his hand flickered like a snake’s tongue, each move ruthless, his swordsmanship growing more cunning.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Sword light shimred, enveloping Gong Lin’s head, chest, neck, and abdon.
Lin Feng aid at all the vital parts of Gong Lin’s body.
Clang! Clang! Clang!!
Gong Lin was extraordinary as well, constantly swinging his large bow to deflect all of Lin Feng’s attacks.
"Damn it!"
Gong Lin was almost exploding with anger, his strength was clearly above Lin Feng’s, yet he couldn’t exert it at all, which made him feel extrely suffocated.
If only he could distance himself from Lin Feng, just a round of five arrows fired simultaneously would be enough to solve Lin Feng.
He had already pushed his speed to the limit but couldn’t shake off Lin Feng no matter how hard he tried.
"Haha! What Thousand Pride List’s seventh, Gong Lin, you’re too feeble!"
Lin Feng laughed heartily, yet his offensive grew even more intense, his longsword turning into a blur, launching dozens of strikes in the blink of an eye.
"Bastard! If you dare, let’s distance ourselves for a fair fight!" Gong Lin roared in anger while fending off Lin Feng’s onslaught.
"Isn’t this already a fair fight?"
Lin Feng sneered with disdain on his face: "You are five layers above in cultivation, yet you are still no match for . You’re truly useless; stop hiding it!"
Lin Feng deliberately taunted with words to provoke his opponent into fury, thereby revealing a flaw.
It has to be said, Gong Lin’s strength was indeed formidable, even without arrows, Lin Feng found it challenging to defeat him in a short ti.
But Lin Feng didn’t have much ti; once twelve breaths had passed, his strength would sharply decline, and the opponent might be able to turn the tides.
"Bastard, you’re courting death!"
Hearing these words, Gong Lin indeed beca furious instantly; his exceptional talent since childhood had never been insulted as a waste, and now his eyes blazed with anger, his face flushed, and his moves beca disorderly.
"Haha!"
Lin Feng let out a loud laugh, his assault becoming even more fierce, his strikes ruthless and rciless.
Whoosh!
The sword light flashed, the fierce cold light pierced straight toward Gong Lin’s heart.
"Begone!"
Gong Lin swung his large bow, intending to knock Lin Feng’s sword aside.
But just before the bow touched the sword light, the sword light suddenly shifted, slicing toward Gong Lin’s thigh with unparalleled speed.
"Not good!"
Gong Lin was shocked and changed color, but at this mont, he had no ti to parry, and in a split second, he could only contort his lower body desperately.
Shh!
The sword light sliced through, bringing up a trail of fresh blood.
The sword light tore open the flesh on Gong Lin’s thigh, leaving a half-foot-long gash.
Ugh!
Pain radiated through, Gong Lin couldn’t help but groan muffledly.
But the next mont, the sword light didn’t halt at all, abruptly turned, and struck towards Gong Lin’s face.
"Damn it!"
Gong Lin was nearly spitting blood in anger; this feeling of having strength but unable to unleash it almost drove him insane.
Seeing the sword light approaching, Gong Lin was utterly flustered, hastily trying to block it.
However, just as the sword light was about to reach Gong Lin’s face, it suddenly changed direction, slashing downward fiercely.
Rip!
The sword light sliced across Gong Lin’s chest, tearing open his protective dark power, leaving a bone-deep scar bleeding profusely.
Ah!
Gong Lin let out a scream, his body rapidly retreating, but Lin Feng, standing on the Spirit Sword, maintained a constant pace, continuing his relentless assault.
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