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On the ring, a howling wind whistled, sand and rocks flew, and the atmosphere was so tense that even the air seemed to freeze under the pressure. Feng Wuhen, the Wind Swordsman, hailed from the Storm Demon City. His azure robes danced wildly in the wind, seemingly blending with the air, each movement carrying a natural rhythm. The Wind Sword in his hand gleamed with a shimmering azure light, a light like a leaping wind spirit, seemingly able to manipulate the force of the gale at will. Feng Wuhen's face was stern, like millennia-old ice, and his eyes shone with a resolute determination and courage, the steadfastness and fearlessness forged through countless battles.

Lei Zhentian, the Thunder Sword Master, hailed from the Thunder Demon City. He clad himself in a thick, purple-black armor inlaid with gems gleaming with lightning, each imbued with the mighty power of thunder. He held a commanding presence, like an unshakable god of war. The Thunder Sword in his hand gleamed with purple lightning, crackling with a sound like the roar of a god, a trembling sound. Lei Zhentian stood tall, like a towering mountain, his gaze piercing and commanding, so intense that no one dared to look him in the face, fearing the burning force of the thunder within.

Lei Zhentian launched the attack first. He raised his head and roared, "Thunderbolt!" The sound echoed like a thunderclap in his ears. With a wave of his Thunder Sword, a thick streak of purple lightning descended from the sky, like a whip of divine wrath, striking Feng Wuhen. Wherever the lightning passed, tiny cracks tore through the air, and the air was filled with the smell of burning.

Feng Wuhen flashed, as fast as a ghost, "Get out of the way!" He instantly transformed into a violent gust of wind, avoiding the fatal blow of lightning at incredible speed. The wind and lightning intertwined in the air, forming a spectacular and terrifying scene.

Lei Zhentian's eyes widened in anger as he brandished his Thunder Sword once more. "Thunder in all directions!" Countless bolts of lightning intertwined into a massive electric grid, enveloping Feng Wuhen with destructive force. Wherever the grid passed, the arena's ground was scorched black, emitting wisps of green smoke.

Feng Wuhen remained calm, his gaze determined. "Tear apart!" He swung his Wind Sword, unleashing a gust of wind powerful enough to rip apart the heavens and earth. Like a ferocious beast baring its fangs, the wind instantly blew away the electrical grid, transforming it into countless sparks that vanished into thin air.

The two exchanged sword moves, back and forth, neither yielding. Above the ring, the clashing of wind and thunder, the dazzling light, was overwhelming. Every clash of swords unleashed a massive surge of energy, and the entire arena trembled, as if ready to collapse at any moment. The audience below alternately exclaimed in amazement and admiration, completely absorbed in this thrilling battle.

Group 2: Wind Swordsman Feng Wuhen vs. Thunder Sword Master Lei Zhentian

Lei Zhentian's anxiety grew as he watched Feng Wuhen repeatedly neutralize his attacks. His eyes widened, bloodshot, and his facial muscles twitched with rage.

"Thunderbolt!" He raised his Thunder Sword in both hands, raised his head to the heavens, and roared at the top of his lungs. His voice seemed to rip the very sky apart, shaking the entire space. The sky suddenly became thick with dark clouds, the thick clouds like black mountains pressing down overhead. Bolts of lightning snaked down like silver snakes, carrying a terrifying force of destruction, pointing straight at Feng Wuhen. The light of the lightning was as bright as daylight, making it impossible to look directly at it.

Feng Wuhen's face was as solemn as steel. He took a deep breath, gripped the Wind Sword tightly with both hands, and tensed his muscles. "Wind Shield!" He swung the Wind Sword, and a massive wind shield instantly formed around it. The wind howled from the shield, as if countless angry wind spirits were roaring and screaming.

Lightning struck the shield fiercely, sending up countless dazzling sparks, like the most dazzling fireworks in the night sky. Each impact produced a deafening roar, as if to shake the soul out of the body. The Gale Shield trembled under the continuous attack of lightning, as if it would shatter into countless pieces at any moment.

Feng Wuhen shouted, "The wind is coming!" He braved the terrifying thunder and lightning and rushed towards Lei Zhentian like an arrow. His figure was faintly visible in the lightning, like a warrior fearless of life and death, charging bravely towards the center of the storm.

Lei Zhentian didn't flinch either. A flicker of determination flashed in his eyes as he charged towards Feng Wuhen. The two of them instantly engaged in a fierce battle, their figures intersecting amidst the thunder and the raging wind, their figures darting like lightning, making it impossible to distinguish them clearly.

Every clash of swords triggered an extremely intense energy wave. This wave spread wildly in all directions, lifting layer after layer of the ground around the arena, and the dust flew up, covering the sky and the sun.

Lei Zhentian's Thunder Sword swung faster and faster, each strike carrying the force of thunder. Feng Wuhen's Wind Sword was not to be outdone, his sword moves were as fast as the wind, unpredictable.

"Thunder shakes the world!" Lei Zhentian roared, unleashing an even more powerful killing move. An incredibly thick bolt of lightning shot out from his sword, striking Feng Wuhen directly.

Feng Wuhen's eyes focused, "Wild wind and thunder!" He gathered the power of the strong wind on the sword, trying to sweep away the lightning.

The two clashed fiercely, and for a moment, the light was so bright that people couldn't look directly at the ring.

At the moment when the lightning and the strong wind collided violently, a dazzling light suddenly burst out, and the powerful impact force caused Feng Wuhen and Lei Zhentian to retreat backwards.

Feng Wuhen's clothes were torn to pieces by the impact of this force. A trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, but his eyes still burned with an indomitable fighting spirit.

Lei Zhentian was not feeling well either. His arms were trembling slightly, the hand holding the Thunder Sword was a little unstable, and his breathing became rapid.

"Feng Wuhen, we must decide the winner today!" Lei Zhentian gritted his teeth and raised the Thunder Sword again. The lightning on the sword became more and more violent.

Feng Wuhen sneered, "That's exactly what I meant!" The Kuangfeng Sword made a buzzing sound in his hand, as if responding to its master's determination.

The two men rushed towards each other again, and their swords intersected again. This time the collision was more intense, and deep grooves began to appear on the ground of the ring.

Sweat fell from Lei Zhentian's forehead like rain. He frantically urged the magic power in his body, "Thunder in the Nine Heavens!" Countless lightning bolts poured down from the sky, covering Feng Wuhen.

Feng Wuhen was not afraid at all, "The wind breaks the thunder!" He waved the Wind Sword, forming a powerful tornado to compete with the thunder and lightning.

For a moment, there were lightning and thunder, and howling winds, and the entire arena seemed to be in a doomsday scene.

The battle between Lei Zhentian and Feng Wuhen has entered a white-hot stage. Both of them are trying their best to give each other a fatal blow.

Amidst the thunder and lightning that poured down like a torrential rain from Lei Zhentian, Feng Wuhen's tornado gradually seemed to be losing its strength. However, there was no sign of retreat in his eyes, instead, he became more determined.

"Howl of the Wind!" Feng Wuhen roared loudly, pouring the last of his magic power into the Wind Sword. The Wind Sword instantly erupted with a powerful force, temporarily forcing back the surrounding lightning.

Seeing this, Lei Zhentian's face became even gloomier, "Kill with thunder!" He increased his magic power output again, and the power of thunder and lightning increased a bit more.

At this time, Feng Wuhen's body had begun to crumble, his physical strength and magic power were about to be exhausted, but he still persisted with his tenacious will.

Suddenly, Feng Wuhen's foot slipped, creating a brief flaw. Lei Zhentian seized the opportunity and stabbed Feng Wuhen in the chest with his sword.

At this critical moment, Feng Wuhen used up his last bit of strength and dodged the fatal blow. At the same time, he swung the Wind Sword backhand, leaving a deep wound on Lei Zhentian's arm.

Lei Zhentian felt pain, and the Thunder Sword in his hand trembled slightly. Feng Wuhen took the opportunity to launch a counterattack, "Wild Wind Strangulation!" With the last of its strength, the Wild Wind Sword turned into a whirlwind and rushed towards Lei Zhentian.

Lei Zhentian was unable to dodge and was hit by the whirlwind. He flew backwards and fell heavily on the edge of the ring.

Feng Wuhen was also exhausted, so he knelt on one knee, gasping for breath.

At this moment, the entire arena was in ruins, filled with smoke. Feng Wuhen finally won with great difficulty.