Immortal God of War
"Is there hope?"
"You people are too naive!"
Mo Dong scanned the crowd below, his eyes filled with mockery.
BOOM!
He placed his hands before his chest, rapidly forming a seal. A destructive aura immediately burst forth from his hands.
"Overturning Mountain Seal!"
Simultaneously, a palm-sized, earth-yellow square seal shot out from between his hands. The square seal expanded rapidly in the wind. At last, like a majestic mountain range, it hovered in the sky above Qin Feiyang, exuding an aura that shocked the world!
Some people around the arena couldn’t help but recoil in terror.
"Qin Feiyang, this is the Temple, not the Spirit State! You don’t have the capital to be arrogant here!"
"Kill!"
With a roar from Mo Dong, the Overturning Mountain Seal descended heavily, crashing towards the invisible force with unstoppable momentum.
BOOM!
A thunderous explosion suddenly erupted. For a moment, the area was filled with a howling wind, and the very air seemed to distort!
Qin Feiyang immediately spat out a mouthful of blood and stumbled backward repeatedly.
Mo Dong also trembled violently and retreated abruptly.
BANG!
He stamped a foot on the ground to steady himself. Then, he soared high into the sky, looking down on Qin Feiyang.
"See that?"
"I only need to use a superior battle technique to steadily push you back."
"Admit defeat and spare yourself the pain!"
His tone was full of disdain, and his gaze was utterly contemptuous, as if he were looking down at an ant.
"Surrender?" Qin Feiyang’s lips curled.
"Stubborn fool!"
Mo Dong snorted coldly. He reached out, and a torrent of earth-yellow Battle Intent surged forth like a flood. A colossal hand, large enough to cover the sky, instantly materialized!
BOOM!
Immediately afterward, the giant hand, carrying world-ending might, lunged towards Qin Feiyang.
Seeing this, Qin Feiyang’s eyes narrowed slightly; this was also a superior battle technique.
WHOOSH!
But instead of dodging, he charged forward to meet it.
"Is he trying to get himself killed?"
"I regret it! I knew I shouldn’t have bet on him!"
The spectators’ eyes bulged, and some even cried out in dismay.
A brilliant smile graced Feng Yun’s face.
Although Qin Feiyang has mastered a perfect battle technique, the gap in cultivation isn’t easily bridged. In this battle, Mo Dong is bound to win!
CLANG!
But just then, crimson Sword Qi surged around Qin Feiyang, coalescing into two sword shadows. Their sharp aura swept in all directions!
"Go!"
With a wave of Qin Feiyang’s hand, the two sword shadows soared into the sky, slashing successively towards the colossal hand!
With a deafening BOOM, the giant hand shattered instantly!
PUFF!
High above, Mo Dong’s body trembled, and he spat out a mouthful of blood that stained the sky.
"Is this another perfect battle technique?"
The crowd below was dumbstruck.
Including the previous one, he’s mastered two perfect offensive battle techniques?
Wan Chou furrowed his brows and whispered, "Senior Brother Feng, I told you not to underestimate him."
"It’s fine." Feng Yun waved his hand nonchalantly, though a flicker of worry appeared in his heart.
Qin Feiyang had already surged into the sky, facing Mo Dong from a distance.
Mo Dong wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and chuckled, "Not bad. You actually blocked my attack."
Qin Feiyang’s eyebrows knitted slightly. "Stop wasting time," he said impatiently. "Show me everything you’ve got."
"In such a hurry?" Mo Dong sneered. "Then let me tell you, I’m going to take my time today and slowly torture you."
Having said that, Mo Dong took a step, his footwork enigmatic. Battle Intent surged around him as he shot towards Qin Feiyang like a meteor.
"Torture me?" Qin Feiyang smirked grimly, executed a Phantom Step, and charged forward unyieldingly.
BANG! BANG! BOOM! RUMBLE!
The two immediately clashed high in the sky, an endless flurry of fists and feet creating deafening collisions.
"Mo Dong’s speed is already incredible, yet Qin Feiyang’s speed isn’t losing out at all."
"It seems he’s also mastered a perfect auxiliary battle technique."
"Three perfect battle techniques! Is this guy really from the Spirit State?"
"Does the Spirit State even have that many battle techniques?"
Many people found it unbelievable.
"This is bad!"
"Qin Feiyang is only a Two-star War Ancestor; he’s no match for Mo Dong in a head-on fight!"
"Yes, why is he being so foolish? Why would he make such a choice?"
Those who had bet their entire fortunes couldn’t help but worry again.
And indeed, Qin Feiyang was currently being suppressed by Mo Dong. The disparity in their cultivation levels left him with few options.
Soon, he was covered in his own blood.
"Do you realize the gap between us now?" Mo Dong sneered. "If not for the Second Prince’s orders, you’d already be dead."
Simultaneously, he threw a punch at Qin Feiyang’s chest.
Qin Feiyang retorted, "Then should I thank you for the mercy of not killing me?"
As he spoke, he also threw a punch.
As their fists collided, Qin Feiyang’s arm was instantly lacerated, blood spraying into the air!
Mo Dong only felt a slight numbness in his arm. With a turn, he moved like a phantom, instantly appearing behind Qin Feiyang and slamming a palm into his back. This palm strike contained his full power!
BANG!
Qin Feiyang plummeted like a meteorite, crashing onto the hard floor of the arena.
PUFF!
Blood gushed from his mouth!
Seeing this, the hearts of most spectators sank to the depths. They muttered to themselves,
It’s over. Qin Feiyang has ruined us.
Meanwhile, those who had bet on Mo Dong wore smiles tinged with contempt.
So this Qin Feiyang, aside from refining Potential Elixirs, has nothing particularly outstanding about him!
Mo Dong, Wan Chou, and Feng Yun all revealed victorious smiles.
WHOOSH!
Suddenly, Qin Feiyang stood up. Wiping the blood from his face, he looked at the crowd and said with a smile, "Sorry to have worried everyone."
"He’s about to lose, and he can still laugh?" Some in the crowd were indignant.
Feng Yun offered some well-intentioned advice, "Brother Qin, if you can’t hold on, just admit defeat. Don’t push yourself too hard."
"That’s right. After all, Mo Dong is a minor realm above you. There’s no shame in losing to him," Wan Chou said with a chuckle.
But inwardly, he was quite vexed. How could I have lost to such a loser before?
"Admit defeat?" Qin Feiyang smiled faintly. He looked up at Mo Dong and asked, "Are you ready?"
"Huh?" Mo Dong raised an eyebrow.
What does he mean?
The others also looked bewildered.
Someone suddenly exclaimed, "Could it be... he was just warming up before?"
"Warming up?"
"My word, has he gone mad? Using a life-and-death battle as a warm-up?"
The crowd was dumbfounded.
This guy truly is a lunatic.
BOOM!
Just at that moment, a heaven-shattering Battle Intent erupted from within Qin Feiyang, shaking the skies. In an instant, his long black hair and eyes turned blood red!
"This is..." Wan Chou’s eyes narrowed. "Mo Dong, that transformed state of his is bizarre! Be careful!"
"Bizarre?" Mo Dong sized Qin Feiyang up and down, then shook his head. "I don’t see it. Are you just being an alarmist?"
"You’d better listen to him," Qin Feiyang grinned. Like a divine streak of light, he shot into the sky, charging directly at Mo Dong.
BOOM! BANG!
The two clashed again.
The moment they engaged, Mo Dong sensed something was terribly wrong. At this moment, Qin Feiyang was like a War God incarnate. Although his cultivation realm was lower, each of his punches could send Mo Dong reeling back. Qin Feiyang, however, stood his ground; no matter how severe the blow, he didn’t retreat a single step. He fought with increasing valor and ferocity! Moreover, an astonishing oppressive force radiated from him.
Mo Dong felt as if a great, unmovable mountain stood before him, and an uncontrollable panic began to rise in his heart.
Ten breaths later, Qin Feiyang fiercely punched Mo Dong’s abdomen. Mo Dong shrieked in pain and was blasted into the sky.
WHOOSH!
Qin Feiyang’s gaze was like lightning as he shot up after him, then viciously stomped on Mo Dong’s back.
PUFF!
Instantly, Mo Dong coughed up a mouthful of blood and plummeted downwards like a massive boulder.
THUD!
In the blink of an eye, he smashed into the arena floor with a deafening impact.
"AAARGH..." The excruciating pain wracking his body made him grimace and howl wretchedly.
"This... This..."
Witnessing this, the crowd was so shocked their mouths hung agape.
The tables have turned just like that? Are we dreaming?
"Well done!"
"Quick, finish him!"
Those who had bet on Qin Feiyang were instantly invigorated, ecstatic beyond belief.
"Mo Dong, what are you doing?! Get up, now!"
Meanwhile, Feng Yun’s face darkened. He glanced at Qin Feiyang, who was hovering high above, and roared furiously.
"Mo Dong, you can’t lose!"
"Get up and beat him down!"
Those who had bet on Mo Dong also began to roar. Many of them had also gambled their entire fortunes and absolutely could not afford to lose.
"All of you, shut up!"
Hearing these roars, an astonishing ferocity crept onto Mo Dong’s face, still pressed to the ground.
Suddenly, he let out a furious bellow, sprang to his feet, and soared into the sky. At the same time, killing intent practically spilled from his eyes as he stared fixedly at Qin Feiyang, enunciating each word, "I. Will. Make. You. Pay!"
BOOM!
He formed seals with both hands, and a palm-sized square seal materialized once again. But unlike the previous Overturning Mountain Seal, the moment this new seal appeared, it blazed with brilliant light. Furthermore, it was wreathed in wisps of a bloody aura! The aura it radiated was a significant notch above that of the Overturning Mountain Seal!
"This is... a perfect battle technique!"
"He has no family background, no backing! How could he possibly possess a perfect battle technique?"
"Could he have obtained it from the Martial Artistry Treasury?"
"Impossible! Our Temple’s Martial Artistry Treasury does contain perfect battle techniques, but to date, those fortunate enough to obtain one are incredibly few."
"Yes, it’s so strange."
People chattered amongst themselves.
"This fellow really does have some tricks up his sleeve," Feng Yun smiled delightedly.
Wan Chou glanced at Feng Yun, then at Mo Dong, and finally looked up at Qin Feiyang, muttering,
A perfect battle technique... can it really kill him?
Because he couldn’t detect even the slightest hint of nervousness on Qin Feiyang’s face; it remained utterly tranquil.
WHOOSH!
Mo Dong, bearing the square seal, landed opposite Qin Feiyang and sneered, "Are you terrified now?"
"Am I?" Qin Feiyang replied with a faint smile.
"Stop pretending. No one will mock you for being afraid; the difference in strength is obvious. However, I still have to thank you," Mo Dong said with a smile.
"Thank me?" Qin Feiyang was puzzled; that was a strange thing to say.
Mo Dong transmitted his voice, "It’s normal that you don’t know. Even Feng Yun has been kept in the dark about this. In truth, the Second Prince bestowed this perfect battle technique upon me specifically to deal with you."
Qin Feiyang was taken aback.
The Second Prince is truly magnanimous, to even part with a perfect battle technique.
Mo Dong transmitted his voice again, "His Highness the Second Prince also stated that if you remain obstinate, I am to use this perfect battle technique to kill you in the arena."
"Kill me?" Qin Feiyang’s gaze suddenly turned icy.

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