From an ordinary boy to a legendary god

After successfully advancing to the semi-finals, Lin Feng did not slack off at all. He took the time to adjust his condition and prepare for the more intense battle to come.

On the eve of the semi-finals match, night fell over Lin Feng's room. He sat by the window, gazing at the bright moon outside, his mind awash with thoughts.

"Having come this far, every opponent is extremely powerful, and I must show my full strength." Lin Feng secretly clenched his fists, his eyes revealing determination.

Ling'er walked into the room quietly, holding a newly sewn cloak in her hand.

"Lin Feng, I made this for you, hoping it will bring you good luck in battle." Ling'er's voice was as gentle as water.

Lin Feng took the cloak and looked at Ling'er with emotion: "Ling'er, with you here, I feel full of strength."

Ling'er moved closer to Lin Feng and leaned lightly on his shoulder: "No matter what the outcome is, I will always support you."

Lin Feng hugged Ling'er, and the two of them quietly enjoyed this moment of tranquility.

The next day, the arena was bustling with activity as the semi-finals were about to begin. Lin Feng stood on the stage with the other contestants, the atmosphere tense and solemn.

Wang Meng shouted to Lin Feng from the crowd, "Brother, come on! Knock them all down!"

Lin Feng nodded at Wang Meng and smiled confidently.

Li San also waved his fist: "Brother Lin Feng, you are the best, you will definitely win!"

Zhao Xue walked over to Lin Feng and whispered, "Lin Feng, this battle is crucial. Don't take it lightly."

Lin Feng responded solemnly: "I understand, Zhao Xue."

With the host's loud announcement, the first match began. Lin Feng watched the fierce battle on the stage with full concentration, constantly analyzing his opponent's strengths and weaknesses in his mind.

Soon, the first game ended and it was Lin Feng's turn to play.

His opponent was a swordsman known for his speed, named Ye Feng. As soon as Ye Feng entered the arena, he looked at Lin Feng with a provocative look.

"Lin Feng, you will be defeated by my sword today!" Ye Feng said coldly.

Lin Feng did not flinch: "Let's see whose sword is faster!"

When the bell rang for the game, Ye Feng instantly launched an attack like a ghost, with sword shadows everywhere, which was dazzling.

Lin Feng responded calmly, the sword in his hand dancing like the wind, skillfully resolving Ye Feng's attacks again and again.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!" The sound of swords colliding was endless, and sparks flew everywhere.

"Your speed is just like this!" Lin Feng shouted and launched a counterattack.

Ye Feng snorted coldly: "Don't be too proud too soon!"

The two men launched round after round of extremely fast attacks, their figures flashing quickly on the arena, and the audience below held their breath nervously.

"Come on, Lin Feng!" Ling'er's voice was particularly loud among the crowd.

"Lin Feng, stay calm!" Wang Meng clenched his fists, sweat breaking out on his forehead.

Li San was so nervous that he didn't dare to blink.

Zhao Xue stared at the stage intently, feeling worried for Lin Feng.

Lin Feng gradually gained the upper hand in the fierce battle. His swordsmanship became more and more fierce, making Ye Feng begin to feel exhausted.

"Now!" Lin Feng spotted a flaw in Ye Feng and thrust out his sword like lightning.

Ye Feng wanted to dodge, but it was too late.

"I give up!" Ye Feng shouted helplessly.

Lin Feng successfully advanced to the finals, and the audience cheered loudly.

"That's great, Lin Feng!" Ling'er was so excited that she burst into tears.

Wang Meng and Li San excitedly rushed onto the stage and hugged Lin Feng to celebrate.

Zhao Xue also walked onto the stage and said with a smile, "Lin Feng, congratulations. I look forward to your wonderful performance in the finals."

Lin Feng looked at the crowd supporting him below the stage, his heart filled with gratitude and determination: "In the finals, I will definitely win!"