Zhao Jingfeng, whose mood was already extrely bad due to Da Lan Dynasty losing seven matches in a row, imdiately cursed upon seeing Sangji raising his hand, "You people from the Grassland can't wait for us to lose, can you?!"
"Zhao Jingfeng."
Li Fei's words imdiately made Zhao Jingfeng honest. He turned around and looked at him, "Duke, this..."
"There's no such thing as Central Plains people or Grassland people here, only people of the Da Lan Dynasty."
Li Fei said calmly.
"Yes!"
Zhao Jingfeng stood up straight and gave Li Fei a military salute.
Li Fei looked at Sangji:
"Are you sure?"
In the eighth match, the warrior sent by the Northern Barbarians was only at the Qi Change Early Stage, the lowest Cultivation level of the warriors so far.
No breakthrough at the heart gate, no practice of Force.
Yet even at Qi Change Early Stage, using Beastification wouldn't be worse than a Refining Strength Martial Master.
Even if a Martial Artist at the Qi Change Late Stage steps forward, there's no guarantee of victory.
In the previous seven matches, Da Lan Dynasty had already missed many battles that seed like sure victories.
"I want to try."
Facing Li Fei's gaze, Sangji nodded steadfastly.
Sangji didn't care much about whether Da Lan Dynasty could win this match.
He just wanted to prove himself in front of his benefactor, to let Li Fei know that saving him back then was worth it!
A Body Breaking Stage Martial Artist against a Qi Change Early Stage martial master, a difference of a whole Realm, appearing vastly unequal in Combat Power.
But not entirely unbeatable.
No matter how great the gap, is it greater than that between a Martial Arts Master and a Grandmaster?
Is it greater than that between a Grandmaster and a Peak Strong Person?
Li Fei is standing right here, so Sangji possesses infinite courage!
"Alright, then go ahead."
Li Fei agreed to Sangji's request to fight.
Others might not know, but he knew Sangji's talent very well.
Moreover, he had passed on so of his insights and legacies to him.
Seeing Li Fei actually agree to Sangji's request, the crowd was stirred.
But before anyone could speak, Li Fei had already used his skills to send Sangji downward.
Sangji landed, and the eighth match began.
The Grassland youth held an Iron Sword, looking sowhat nervous at the front.
The Barbarian Warrior ahead had skin like bronze, muscles twisted tightly, seemingly about to break free from the confines of his skin.
The giant axe in his hand, its blade as wide as a door, glead with a chilling light, so heavy it seed capable of splitting mountains.
The Northern Barbarian warrior let out a deep growl from his throat, stepped forward and charged towards Sangji, brutally hacking down the giant axe.
Sangji did not et it head-on, lightly sliding backward, yet the sword tip seed to have Spiritual Rhinoceros, slanting to a pick.
A clear ringing sound, the sword tip precisely hit the side edge of the axe face, the massive power transferring along the sword body, Sangji's arm went numb, and his whole being was shaken to fly backward.
After landing, he quickly stabilized his figure, stones flew underfoot, and a warm liquid had already seeped through the palm, staining the sword hilt red.
The huge power disparity made the victory of this battle seem so unequal!
The Northern Barbarian warrior urged his Innate Qi, bursting out terrifying speed incongruent with his massive body, the giant axe rolling up a tumultuous wave, turning into an impenetrable storm of death crushing towards Sangji.
The sharp whistle of the axe blade tearing through the air was soul-stirring, the nearby campfire crazily swayed by the Force, light and shadow danced chaotically on the rock wall.
A shocking scene appeared—
Sangji's figure darted unpredictably within the axe blade storm, sotis spinning swiftly along the ground like a willow branch, narrowly dodging the sweep that could sever his legs, and at other tis like a hawk flipping, the giant axe with ruinous force barely scraping past his back, tearing open his coarse cloth shirt...
He was like a little boat in the storm, seemingly monts away from being torn apart, yet after the windy waves, always reappearing.
On the 'Mirage', many people watched with mouths agape.
Such evasion had already surpassed the realm of Martial Arts and Extraordinary Ability!
"Such terrifying intuition, is this his talent?"
Chaganbayar was also watching the battle intently.
In terms of speed and power, Sangji was completely at a disadvantage, and his Implant did not possess Danger Perception Extraordinary Ability.
The reason Sangji could dodge all attacks was his intuition.
Almost prophetic combat intuition!
Only Li Fei was unsurprised.
Back when he used Divine Skills [No Distance] passing by, he casually rescued Sangji and others.
At that ti, the Grassland youth had not yet embarked on the path of Cultivation, yet could instinctively guess Li Fei's next landing spot of [No Distance] and see Li Fei's figure!
Even a Great Grandmaster might not preemptively predict Li Fei's [No Distance] so accurately, but Sangji did.
The Grassland youth caught Li Fei's eye not rely because he inherited part of Li Ming's Qi Fortune.
It was also because he inherently possessed an unusual talent!
Such talent combined with Qi Fortune on him, and being favored by Li Fei.
To what heights he could reach in the future, Li Fei also looked forward to.
On the field, the Northern Barbarian warrior, unable to secure victory for a long ti, was extrely enraged.
His arm muscles suddenly bulged like a Giant Python, concentrating all his power into a singular axe, vigorously chopping down from above with a force capable of splitting the heavens and earth!
Before the axe arrived, the frenzied pressure already struck like an invisible boulder, fiercely pinning Sangji down.
Seeing that the destructive axe blade was about to swallow the youth, Sangji, at the critical mont, kicked his left foot onto a protruding rock behind him, his body using force like an arrow leaving the string, charging forward not retreating, and rushing towards the falling giant axe storm.
His intuition told him, at this mont, advancing was the only path to survival!
His right hand Longsword stabbed towards the ground like lightning, with a crisp ringing "Zheng," the sword body bent into a breathtaking arc, then suddenly straightened.
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