Transmigration and Self-Saving Cultivation

Xiao Yifeng's attack was like a raging hurricane, surging in with overwhelming force. Jun Luochuan was like a lone boat struggling in a stormy sea, desperately trying to defend himself. Each collision of their forces was like the violent impact of two stars, unleashing a powerful shockwave that made Jun Luochuan's arms go numb.

On the arena, the light of magic crisscrossed, weaving a dazzling yet deadly net of light. The atmosphere was so tense it felt like water could drip from it, almost suffocating. Fine beads of sweat, like tiny pearls, glistened on Jun Luochuan's forehead, sliding down his resolute face. His breathing gradually became rapid, like a worn-out bellows struggling to operate, each breath heavy and laborious.

He knew all too well that Xiao Yifeng's strength was like a bottomless ocean, far exceeding his initial expectations. Every move he made contained the profound power of an ancient tree and the exquisite skill of fine embroidery, leaving people in awe and fear.

"Is this the strength of a legendary disciple?" Jun Luochuan exclaimed inwardly, his exclamation like a lightning bolt streaking across the dark night sky. At the same time, he felt an unprecedented heavy pressure, as if an invisible mountain, towering high and reaching into the clouds, was pressing down on his heart with immense force, almost stopping his heartbeat and making it hard for him to breathe.

The surrounding spectators were frozen in place, watching the thrilling battle intently, their eyes glued to the screen, afraid to miss a single exciting moment. Their expressions ranged from tense and amazed to worried. The occasional gasps of astonishment echoed like thunder throughout the arena.

"Can Jun Luochuan hold on? Xiao Yifeng is just too strong, like an invincible god of war!" someone said worriedly, their voice trembling like a withered leaf in the wind.

Su Yao sat in the audience, her hands clenched tightly together, as if she wanted to crush her fingers. Her knuckles turned white from the excessive force, like frost in the dead of winter.

"Jun Luochuan, you can do it! You can definitely do it!" She silently cheered for Jun Luochuan in her heart, her voice seeming to be a shout from the depths of her soul.

Various strategies flashed through Jun Luochuan's mind like shooting stars. But in the face of Xiao Yifeng's overwhelming strength, these strategies seemed like fragile bubbles, pale and powerless, ready to burst at the slightest touch.

"Am I really going to lose here? To fall down here, so close to victory?" A sense of despair welled up in his heart, a despair like a cold night, slowly swallowing the light of his hope.

However, just as despair threatened to engulf him completely, Jun Luochuan suddenly recalled the arduous journey he had taken. It was a road strewn with thorns and obstacles, every step soaked in sweat and blood. He remembered those who had mercilessly mocked and belittled him; their ugly faces flashed through his mind like sharp daggers, piercing his pride.

"No, I absolutely cannot give up so easily! I want them to see that I, Jun Luochuan, am not a weakling to be bullied!" He roared angrily in his heart, his voice like the roar of a sleeping lion awakening, shaking people's hearts. His eyes became firm again, like a burning flame, fiery and bright.

Jun Luochuan took a deep breath, as if trying to absorb the power of the entire world into his body. He struggled to adjust his state, like a warrior meticulously polishing his weapon before going into battle, preparing to face Xiao Yifeng's even fiercer and more brutal attacks.

At this moment, he felt like a small boat adrift in a raging storm, constantly threatened with being swept away by the relentless waves. Yet, he gripped the rudder tightly, his gaze unwavering, refusing to succumb to fate, determined to forge his own path through this tempestuous storm…

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