Overdraw the future and become a peerless martial god

Chapter 41 Holy Son
Chu Ning didn't give Feng Li any chance to breathe. His figure suddenly blurred in the air, lightning exploded, and he was moving like a dragon.

The power of frost followed, condensing into sharp ice blades, which intertwined with thunder to form an impenetrable killing array, as if the entire world was crushing towards Feng Li!

Feng Li tried to resist in a panic, but the frost thunder eroded his flames, causing the flow of his energy to become sluggish.

"It's over." Chu Ning whispered, the lightning blade in his hand ready to go.

Feng Li's eyes suddenly turned red, and he roared with all his remaining energy: "Burn!"

His blood burned instantly, and the flames around him surged three times. He forcibly broke through the suppression of the frost thunder and rushed towards Chu Ning fiercely.

But Chu Ning just smiled indifferently, slightly tilted his body, and the lightning blade drew a stunning line.

Feng Li staggered back, his childhood master's sigh echoing in his ears: "In the way of fire, the most taboo is to be impatient and irritable..." But it was too late to wake up now.

In an instant, frost and thunder came like a tide, engulfing everything.

Feng Li screamed as lightning pierced his chest, causing his body to twitch violently in mid-air, as if being torn apart by invisible hands. The blazing flames instantly died, and even the temperature around him plummeted.

He fell to the ground, trembling all over, and a suppressed gasp came from his throat.

Impossible... How could I lose?

His fingertips trembled slightly as he tried to prop himself up, but he couldn't muster even a little strength. The gazes from those around him cut through his vain dignity like cold blades.

Chu Ning walked over slowly and looked down at him: "You lose."

Feng Li clenched his teeth, his face turned pale and blue, and finally he closed his eyes weakly.

Xie Mingli stood not far away, looking at Chu Ning with complicated eyes, as if she had never really seen through him.

Chu Ning restrained the frost thunder, took a long breath, and said softly: "In this battle, I will not show mercy."

The strong wind howled past, carrying the aftermath of the war.

Feng Li's body was heaving violently, his face was as pale as paper, and there was a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth.

He stared at Chu Ning intently, with resentment, shock and anger churning in his eyes.

"Impossible... How could I possibly lose to a tenth-grade warrior?"

Since he was a child, everyone told him that he was extremely talented and would definitely be the most dazzling genius in Lihuo Palace in the future.

He has always been a superior being. His goal is to become the future Holy Son and a powerful man standing at the pinnacle of the Daqian Dynasty!
But now, he actually lost miserably? !

In the eyes of everyone, his glory was collapsing. Some people even looked at him with suspicion, or even... a hint of contempt, instead of awe.

His fists were clenched so tightly that they made a creaking sound, his nails dug deep into his palms, and blood dripped from between his fingers. He didn't want to believe this fact!

The reactions of the people around him undoubtedly became the deepest thorn in his heart.

"The direct disciple of Lihuo Palace...actually lost?"

"He just used a secret technique to raise his cultivation to the upper ninth rank! And Chu Ning... is only a tenth-rank warrior."

"Yeah, how could we be defeated so completely?"

The discussions were one after another, and every word was like boiling iron pouring into Feng Li's ears, burning his internal organs and making them churn.

Some people looked at him not with awe but with suspicion or even subtle contempt.

"Feng Li, are you... okay?"

Xie Mingli stepped forward, her brows slightly furrowed, her voice gentle and hesitant. Feng Li suddenly looked up and stared at her, his eyes dark as a poisoned blade.

"Hehe...are you satisfied now?" Feng Li had a wry smile on his face, his voice suppressed like a volcano on the verge of erupting.

"Do you think I'm ridiculous? Or pathetic?"

Xie Mingli frowned slightly and was about to explain when Feng Li's voice suddenly became cold.

"Or do you just want to tell me that even if I burn my blood and fight to the death, you won't be grateful to me at all?"

Feng Li's mouth corners slowly lifted, his eyes dark as if deep in the abyss, his voice low and hoarse: "Li'er, you know, I have always liked you. You never agreed to my pursuit, but you never explicitly refused, right?"

He took a step forward, his eyes fixed on Xie Mingli, his voice trembling slightly: "I heard that when you were attacked on your way home, I was extremely worried, fearing that you would be hurt, but do you know what I heard?"

His fingertips curled slightly, and pain and anger surged in his eyes: "Someone told me that there was a little bastard who spent the whole night with you in the wilderness..."

He paused at this point, the corners of his mouth trembling slightly, as if he was trying hard to suppress something. After a moment, he chuckled, as if in self-mockery, but also in sorrow: "Li'er, do you know how angry and unwilling I am?"

Xie Mingli's fingertips brushed across the cold marrow pendant on her waist, and the cool touch brought her back to her senses.

"Feng Li, you think too much." Her voice was soft, but like a dagger wrapped in silk.

Feng Li's pupils suddenly contracted, and his gaze fell on her cuffs, where there was a trace of frost and lightning burns, which was clearly Chu Ning's thunder power.

"You're overthinking it?" He chuckled, his knuckles whitening. "Then why don't you dare look me in the eye?"

His eyes gradually turned red, filled with extremely suppressed anger and unwillingness, and his voice was cold: "Ever since that little bastard came to Wu Hou Mansion, I can clearly feel that you are deliberately distancing yourself from me..."

He slowly approached, clenching his fists: "Is this... am I just overthinking it?"

He forced his way through the realm, trying his best, just to win in one battle, to let Xie Mingli see his strength, and to let everyone recognize him. But what was the result?
He lost! He lost miserably!
His pride, his ambition, and his obsession were all trampled under Chu Ning's feet.

The most unacceptable thing was Xie Mingli's reaction.

She wasn't angry, she wasn't sad, and she didn't even have the slightest bit of resentment. She was even... comforting him?!

"Xie Mingli, do you really care about me? What am I to you?"

Feng Li clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging deep into his palms, but he was unaware of it.

At this moment, a light voice sounded:
"Feng Li, you're so concerned about winning or losing that you forget to ask Ming Li about her feelings."

He shook his head and sighed helplessly, "Mingli is kind-hearted and can't bear to see others suffer, so she's willing to give you some words of comfort. But unfortunately... some people don't know how to appreciate it."

As he spoke, he tilted his head slightly, his gaze falling on Xie Mingli. His fingertips gently brushed the strands of hair at her temples, and he said softly, "Mingli, you're too nice to everyone. No wonder people misunderstand you."

His tone was nonchalant, as if he was advising Xie Mingli to restrain her kindness, but to Feng Li, it was the most deadly irony.

——"It's not that she can't bear to embarrass you, but she has no interest in you."

——"You are just being sentimental."

Feng Li's face was completely distorted at this moment!
He watched Chu Ning casually brush the ends of Xie Mingli's hair, and saw that Xie Mingli did not refuse, and even... did not even show any disgust!
His fists were clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white, and his heart felt like it was being gripped by an invisible hand, causing severe pain.

At this moment, he finally realized that the most terrifying thing was not that he lost to Chu Ning, but that Xie Mingli never really cared about him!
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