Mainland Martial Arts

Lin Feng chuckled inwardly. Although these six second-grade warriors were quite powerful, they still seemed a bit inferior in front of him. However, their combined strength did cause him some trouble, and they could only delay him for a while.

While Lin Feng was fighting fiercely with six warriors, Chen Xiner was also fighting fiercely with a second-grade warrior.

Chen Xiner has a graceful figure, dancing with the long sword in her hand, the sword light flashing, like a beautiful landscape.

"Nine Profound Sword Technique!" Chen Xiner shouted, and the long sword in her hand instantly turned into nine sword shadows, covering the second-grade warrior.

The second-rank warrior's expression changed drastically as he sensed the immense power of this sword technique. He quickly swung his sword, attempting to block Chen Xiner's attack.

However, Chen Xiner's swordsmanship was too sharp, and his resistance seemed somewhat powerless. With a scream, the second-rank warrior was struck by Chen Xiner's sword shadow, and several deep wounds appeared on his body.

Chen Xiner continued to attack, her swordsmanship flowing like clouds and water, each move imbued with immense power.

The second-grade warrior was defeated step by step and was finally kicked out of the field by Chen Xiner.

"Huh..." Chen Xiner was breathing heavily, her face was a little pale. It was obvious that this battle had exhausted her greatly.

Meanwhile, the battle between Feng Yutang and his three companions was equally intense. The four of them joined forces to fight against three top-tier warriors, and they were not at all at a disadvantage.

"Sweep away everything in sight!" Feng Yutang shouted, swung the long sword in his hand, and the sword light broke through the air, forcing a warrior to retreat.

The other three also tried their best and fought a desperate battle with the three warriors.

"Bang, bang, bang!" The sound of fists and feet hitting each other continued to ring out, and dust on the ring flew.

After a fierce battle, Feng Yutang and his three companions finally managed to knock three top-level warriors out of the arena. However, they also suffered some injuries and were very exhausted.

On the ring, Lin Feng's fight continued. He punched and knocked out one second-grade warrior after another, gradually gaining the upper hand.

"Is this guy...really a third-rank warrior?" A warrior who was knocked out of the arena said in disbelief.

In the end, only Xiao Menyu was still confronting Lin Feng. Xiao Menyu's face was gloomy, he knew that he had no way out.

"Lin Feng, today is the day you die!" Xiao Menyu said gritting his teeth.

"Hmph, let's give it a try!" Lin Feng responded fearlessly.

The two men's fighting methods collided fiercely again, and the shadows of fists and palms intertwined, making bursts of roaring sounds.

Xiao Menyu tried his best, but in front of Lin Feng's powerful strength, he gradually fell into a disadvantage.

"Ah!" Xiao Menyu roared and used a killing move.

However, Lin Feng dodged the fatal move easily, then punched Xiao Menyu in the chest.

Xiao Menyu was unable to dodge and was hit by Lin Feng's punch. He flew backwards and fell heavily to the ground.

Lin Feng looked at Xiao Menyu lying on the ground and shook his head slightly. He picked up his knife, a hint of determination flashing in his eyes.

At this time, the warriors on the arena had been almost wiped out by Lin Feng, Chen Xiner and others. Seeing that the situation was not good, the people of the Ye family actually acted as lickspittles and successfully joined the two groups of people led by Lin Feng.

After the last two groups of people joined together, they threw the last warrior out of the field and then surrounded Lin Feng and the other six.

The leader Zhang Zhichen stood in front of everyone. He looked at Lin Feng with a hint of admiration in his eyes.

"Lin Feng, our showdown is not here. I hope your strength will not disappoint me later." Zhang Zhichen said slowly.

Lin Feng looked at Zhang Zhichen, a fighting spirit rising in his heart. He knew that the real challenge was yet to come.

"Time's up, let's take a break." The voice of the person in charge sounded.

Chen Xiner and the other four breathed a sigh of relief. Lin Feng also looked at Zhang Zhichen with anticipation, knowing that the upcoming battle would be even more intense.

Below the stage, the audience was talking about it.

"Lin Feng is really amazing. He defeated those six second-grade warriors by himself!"

"Chen Xiner's swordsmanship is also very powerful. That second-grade warrior is no match for her at all."

"Feng Yutang and the others are not bad either. They were able to knock those three top-level first-rank warriors out of the arena."

"However, Zhang Zhichen is the real strong one. I wonder if Lin Feng can defeat him."

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After a stick of incense-long rest, Lin Feng and the other six had largely recovered their lost Qi. Of the forty contestants left after the first round, the remaining few had their own agendas.

The largest area in the center of the martial arts arena became the focus of everyone's attention. Forty people landed one after another, each forming their own formation, their eyes gleaming with the desire to fight, each attempting to knock their opponent out of the arena.

Lin Feng and his companions stood in a row, observing their surroundings with vigilance. Behind Zhang Zhichen stood two peak-level second-grade warriors. The three of them also stood there quietly, emitting an invisible pressure.

With the order from the person in charge, the competition officially began. However, Lin Feng and the other six did not move immediately. They looked at each other, as if conveying some kind of tacit understanding.

Zhang Zhichen looked at Lin Feng with admiration, a hint of helplessness in his eyes. Lin Feng also looked back at him without showing any weakness, his eyes burning with the fire of unyielding.

The young prodigy from the Ye family of Qingyue City fawned over Zhang Zhichen, hoping to gain his favor and join their side. But Zhang Zhichen simply glanced at him indifferently, then with a flick of his sleeve, flung him out of the arena. This scene shocked everyone present, and at the same time, deepened their understanding of Zhang Zhichen's strength and ruthlessness.

In the arena, others had already begun a fierce battle. Some chose to unite and fight together against the powerful enemy, while others chose to fight alone, relying on their own strength to move forward.

Qin Lianglong, a warrior from Xingfeng City, one of the six main cities in the east, danced in the wind with his white robe, his halberd wielding like a snake, each strike unleashing immense power. His opponent, under his fierce attack, retreated step by step until he had nowhere to retreat and was knocked out of the arena by Qin Lianglong's single blow, leaving him in a state of disarray.

The battle between Ximen Zhixuan and Huang Tianyou was even more eye-catching. Both were peak-level second-grade warriors, their swordplay and staff-based techniques clashing, sending sparks flying. Their battle was almost unstoppable, with complete disregard for their surroundings. After a few moves, several nearby first-grade warriors were unfortunately caught up in the fray, suffering severe injuries.

The four peak-level second-rank warriors from the four mysterious cities in the east, south, west, and north also joined forces, their coordination and tacit understanding perfect. Their combined power rivaled that of third-rank warriors, a force to be reckoned with. They first invited those with lower realms from their own cities to take the stage, believing that those with lower realms would not only be of no help but also a burden.