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Fan Tong's eyes were sharp as he fixed on the mysterious figure that had emerged from the dark corner.

The figure was shrouded in an unsettling black mist, like a demon crawling out of the abyss of hell.

He gripped the jet-black sword in his hand tightly, its blade gleaming with a cold light.

The air seemed to freeze, heavy and oppressive, the atmosphere of a decisive battle spreading silently through the castle like the calm before a storm.

"Come on!" Fan Tong roared, breaking the suffocating silence.

He suddenly exerted force with his feet, and a small crack appeared in the ground beneath him. He shot towards the mysterious figure like an arrow released from a bow.

The black sword in his hand sliced ​​through the air with a sharp whistling sound, aiming straight for the opponent's vitals.

The mysterious figure let out a strange, eerie laugh, a sound as grating as sandpaper scraping, sending chills down one's spine.

He didn't dodge, but instead raised a withered hand like a tree branch, from which a ball of pitch-black energy surged.

The energy rapidly condensed in the air into a gigantic claw, carrying a chilling sense of oppression, and slammed down on Fan Tong.

"Clang!" The ear-piercing sound of metal clashing echoed throughout the entire castle.

Fan Tong felt a tremendous force surge into his arm along the sword, making his hand go numb and causing him to stagger back several steps.

The opponent's strength was beyond imagination; each strike felt as heavy as a mountain.

Fan Tong took a deep breath, and the spiritual energy within his body surged wildly.

He swung his sword again, this time not in a straight line, but with a rain of sword light that enveloped the mysterious figure without any gaps.

The sword energy was sharp, cutting through the air and making tearing sounds.

The mysterious figure remained calm and composed, its movements elusive, weaving through the sword light like a ghost.

His counterattacks became even more ferocious, sometimes appearing as a black lightning bolt, sometimes as a cloud of all-consuming black mist, forcing Fan Tong to defend with all his might, almost making it hard for him to breathe.

In an instant, the two were locked in a fierce battle, black mist and sword light intertwined, power and speed collided, and powerful energy fluctuations swept across the entire space.

The stone slabs underfoot had already been shattered, and jagged cracks appeared on the surrounding walls.

"Bang!" Fan Tong was struck by a cloud of black mist. His body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into the wall with a dull thud. A trickle of blood also spilled from the corner of his mouth.

He struggled to his feet, his gaze hardening. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, staring intently ahead, his chest heaving. He gripped the black sword tightly, preparing to charge again, but his body trembled slightly.

Just then, the mysterious figure let out a low, mocking laugh, and slowly said, "Your struggle is meaningless..."

Before the mocking words of the mysterious figure had completely faded, a shrill scream pierced the air.

Fan Tong turned his head sharply, his pupils contracted, and he felt as if he had been struck by lightning.

The white-clad girl swayed and fell to the ground, her white clothes stained crimson with blood, stinging Fan Tong's eyes.

A surge of intense anger instantly ignited in his chest, erupting like a volcano.

He gripped the black sword tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force, every muscle in his body taut to the extreme, and an invisible killing intent emanated from him.

"You deserve to die!" Fan Tong's voice was low and hoarse, like that of a wounded beast, carrying a chilling sense of oppression.

The spiritual power that had been suppressed within him for so long erupted completely at this moment, surging out like a raging flood.

He stomped his foot hard, and the ground cracked open again. His figure rushed towards the mysterious figure like a falling meteor, several times faster than before, with a world-destroying momentum, as if he wanted to tear everything apart.

His swordsmanship became even more ferocious, each strike carrying extreme killing intent. The sword light crisscrossed, impenetrable, like chains of death, firmly binding the mysterious figure.

The mysterious figure let out a startled growl, clearly not expecting Fan Tong to unleash such terrifying power in such a short time.

He had to fight back with all his might, and the black mist became even denser, trying to devour everything and block Fan Tong's attack.

The girl in white, enduring the pain, struggled to raise her head and gazed firmly at Fan Tong.

A faint smile forced across her pale face, her weak voice filled with strength: "Fan Tong, I believe in you, you can do it..."

Hearing his lover's encouragement, Fan Tong felt a surge of warmth in his heart once again. That strength instantly flowed into his limbs and bones, and his originally exhausted body seemed to be full of vitality again.

His sword speed increased, and his sword energy intensified. Each strike carried an unwavering determination to win, as if he wanted to tear his enemy to shreds.

At this moment, he had only one thought in his mind: to protect his lover and completely defeat the enemy in front of him.

He wanted to make the person who dared to hurt her pay a terrible price.

The air was filled with the shrill cries of sword energy and the eerie churning of black mist as the two forces clashed fiercely in mid-air.

Suddenly, Fan Tong felt a strange heat surge into his body. The power was like a long-dormant beast slowly awakening.

The black sword in his hand hummed, as if it too sensed this power, and emitted an even more dazzling light.

"Ah!" A roar filled with boundless power erupted from Fan Tong's mouth, and the black sword in his hand drew a strange arc in the air, pointing directly at the mysterious figure.

That unfamiliar heat finally awakened completely within Fan Tong's body, like a long-hidden treasure that instantly unleashed astonishing power.

The black sword shone even brighter, its blade seemed to vibrate, and a powerful spiritual energy fluctuation permeated the air.

The mysterious figure clearly hadn't anticipated Fan Tong's outburst of frenzied power. He tried to block it with the black mist, but Fan Tong's sword energy, like raging fire, easily pierced through the black mist and struck its vitals.

Each of Fan Tong's sword strikes carried destructive power; wherever the sword light touched, the air was torn apart, emitting a piercing whistling sound.

The mysterious figure was forced to retreat repeatedly, and the black mist around its body began to become disordered, unable to maintain its previous power.

"How is this possible!" The mysterious figure's voice was filled with astonishment and anger, but Fan Tong had already entered a state of frenzied battle, his eyes fixed only on the enemy in front of him and his unwavering belief in protecting his loved one.

Each time he swung his sword, it was accompanied by a furious roar that echoed throughout the castle, deafeningly loud.

The black sword drew dazzling streaks of light in the air, like bolts of lightning, swiftly and mercilessly slashing towards the mysterious figure.

Suddenly, Fan Tong felt a powerful spiritual force surging from his dantian and rapidly spreading throughout his body along his meridians.

He leaped down suddenly, his body swooping down like an eagle, the black sword in his hand drawing a perfect arc in the air, gathering all his power and transforming it into a devastating sword move.

"A sword that breaks the sky!"

With Fan Tong's low roar, the black sword, like a black beam of light, instantly pierced the heart of the mysterious figure.

The mysterious figure trembled violently, and the black mist gradually dissipated, turning into nothingness.

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The pressure inside the castle vanished instantly, and everyone cheered with joy.

The girl in white struggled to her feet, a relieved smile on her face.

She leaned on her toes and walked with difficulty to Fan Tong's side. People gathered around and cheered and shouted enthusiastically for Fan Tong.

"Fan Tong, you did it!" The purple-haired youth patted Fan Tong on the shoulder, his eyes full of admiration.

Fan Tong breathed slightly, looking at the afterimage of the mysterious figure lying on the ground, a strong sense of honor welled up in his heart.

He turned around and saw the tears glistening in the white-clad girl's eyes, a warm smile appearing on his lips.

"We won," Fan Tong said softly, reaching out to gently embrace the girl in white.

The people around continued to cheer, as if at that moment all the difficulties and suffering had vanished.

Just as Fan Tong was immersed in the joy of victory and the sweet embrace with the girl in white, suddenly, a faint murmur came from a corner of the castle, as if it were telling a story.