Dark Zone Gold Hunt

Just as Feng Hen was watching the assault dagger rushing towards him like lightning and about to fall in front of him, he raised the Hanxing War Iron in his hand without hesitation, like an indestructible shield, and steadily blocked Ze Yi's powerful attack.

In an instant, the loud sound of metal collision was deafening, as if the entire space was shaking.

The weapons of the two men were like two ferocious beasts, biting and fighting each other in the fierce confrontation.

Ze Yi gritted his teeth and used all his strength, constantly increasing his power in an attempt to overwhelm Feng Hen.

However, Feng Hen was as steady as a rock. His Hanxing Battle Iron was like a root, firmly resisting Ze Yi's assault dagger, with no intention of retreating at all.

As time goes by, this thrilling stalemate continues.

Sweat gradually seeped out of Ze Yi's forehead, and his arms were trembling slightly due to excessive force, but he still refused to give up and tried desperately to break through Feng Hen's defense line.

However, after struggling for a while, Ze Yi suddenly realized that no matter how hard he tried, he seemed unable to shake the seal in the slightest.

He thought to himself that something was wrong, knowing that if he continued like this he would not be able to hold on any longer, so he made a quick decision and leaped back suddenly, creating some distance between himself and Feng Hen.

"How come your weapon is more powerful than mine?" Ze Yi looked at Feng Hen in disbelief with astonishment on his face.

"This doesn't look like a second awakening at all!" His voice was full of confusion and shock, and he was obviously very surprised at Feng Hen's strength.

The corners of Feng Hen's mouth slightly raised, revealing a faint smile.

He explained slowly: "My assault dagger has a special entry called 'Faith'.

When my teammates are present, its strength and speed will increase by 10%. But if my teammates are unfortunately eliminated, then these two values will directly increase by 50%. "

Hearing this, Ze Yi quickly scanned his panel, which showed that his strength was as high as 80 and his sword swinging speed was 85, which were almost perfect numbers.

However, even with such strength, he didn't gain any advantage in the sword fight with Feng Hen, which made him develop a strong interest in Feng Hen's weapon.

After Feng Hen heard Ze Yi's entry, he was secretly amazed:

"This ability is really amazing! It can be used even in normal mode. It's simply invincible! However, my ability seems to be even better..."

Feng Hen held the Hanxing Zhantie in his hand and rushed towards Ze Yi without fear, the weapon in his hand slashing out like lightning.

Seeing this, Ze Yi did not show any weakness either. He held the assault dagger in his hand and stabbed at Feng Hen like a gust of wind.

In an instant, the two collided like meteors, making waves of metallic collision sounds. Their attacks were as continuous as a storm, and it was difficult to tell who was the winner.

Outside the stadium, the spectators held their breath nervously. This fierce battle was related to the seeding qualification. Whoever won would get this precious opportunity.

"What's going on? Why is it so difficult for Brother Ze to fight? His physical stats are obviously full, and he is holding a golden weapon, and there is that perverted entry!" Li Yuanheng widened his eyes and looked at the battle scene between the two in disbelief.

"Could it be that the Feng Hen on the opposite side is also a Jinwu?" Nanzhou asked doubtfully.

Pan Yuting and Leng Ningyan also stared at Feng Hen, secretly worrying for him.

"Brother Hen, you must win!" A clear shout came from the crowd, the voice revealing the trust and expectations for Feng Hen.

"You have to believe in Ahen. You know his special martial art. It's very abnormal!" another person echoed, obviously having full confidence in Fenghen's strength.

"Of course, Brother Hen will definitely win!" Li Zhengyuan responded without hesitation. He had no doubt about Feng Hen's victory.

At this time, Principal Wei was standing on the sidelines, watching the fierce game between Ze Yi and Feng Hen, feeling a little conflicted.

To him, these two people are as important as the palm and the back of his hand. No matter who wins or loses, it is difficult for him to make a decision.

"Oh! It would be great if there were two seed qualifications!" Principal Wei couldn't help but sigh. That way he wouldn't have to be so embarrassed.

However, the old man standing by seemed to see what Principal Wei was thinking.

He picked up a cup of strong tea, took a sip, and then said with a smile: "It's not that there is no other way. Isn't there still a qualification in the Magic City?"

Upon hearing this, Principal Wei turned his head sharply and stared at Mr. Guo, as if he understood what he meant.

"You mean..." Principal Wei was interrupted by Mr. Guo before he could finish his words.

"Well, it's good to know, no need to say it!" Guo Lao waved his hand, signaling Principal Wei not to continue talking, "Just continue watching these two little guys compete! I'm quite curious about who will win!"

After saying that, the old man turned his attention back to the game and watched the duel between Ze Yi and Feng Hen with great interest.

After hearing this, the words that were about to come out of Principal Wei suddenly stopped at his lips as if an invisible hand had strangled his throat.

His eyes were still fixed on the game screen, as if a thrilling life-and-death battle was taking place there.

During the game, the confrontation between Feng Hen and Ze Yi was extremely fierce.

Feng Hen held the Hanxing Zhantie in his hand and launched round after round of fierce attacks on Ze Yi like a storm, but each attack was cleverly blocked by Ze Yi with his armor helmet.

Every blow from Feng Hen was like hitting a solid wall, completely useless.

"This kid's defense is really airtight!" Feng Hen thought to himself.

"But it doesn't matter. I can make countless mistakes, but as long as he fails to block my attack just once, victory in this match will definitely belong to me!"

In sharp contrast to Feng Hen's anxiety, Ze Yi seemed unusually calm. He stood firmly in place, swinging the weapon in his hand seemingly at random, but he was always able to accurately block Feng Hen's attack.

Ze Yi knows very well that at this stage of the competition, it is not only about skills, but more importantly, patience.

Whoever loses patience first will be the first to reveal flaws.

At this moment, Feng Hen suddenly made an unexpected decision - he wanted to deliberately expose a flaw to Ze Yi!

Even if this meant that he might be hit by Ze Yi, he felt it was worth it as long as it gave him a chance to hit Ze Yi.

"Just one strike, just give me a chance to strike!" Feng Hen secretly encouraged himself in his heart, then took a deep breath and suddenly jumped towards Ze Yi.

At the same time, the Hanxing Zhantie in his hand was like lightning, and it chopped Ze Yi's arm from the side at a strange angle.