Chapter 94: War of Attrition

This battle could be said to be the most intense match in the Arena area in all these days…

Xiao Fan's terrifying nature was obvious to everyone; he was the one everyone called The Terror!

As for Chen Feixing, he was usually very low-key. People only knew his cultivation was high, but they never expected him to be this strong…

Even Xiao Fan, The Terror in their eyes, could only barely resist at this moment…

Below the Arena, Chen Shi's expression was unsightly… He had another task when he came here, which was to keep an eye on Chen Feixing. If there were any abnormalities in his body, he was to report back to the Chen family immediately.

"Kill!"

Chen Feixing was like a wild beast; the phantom longsword had already carved several bloodstains onto Xiao Fan's body.

As if smelling the scent of blood on Xiao Fan, Chen Feixing's face became even more distorted, appearing no different from a wild beast.

"Only knows slaughter?"

Xiao Fan furrowed his brows; the panlong spear could only barely withstand the phantom longsword.

According to Xiao Fan's guess, Chen Feixing must have used some kind of Secret Technique to forcibly increase his strength.

Otherwise, he couldn't possibly be in such a state…

This state definitely wouldn't last!

"A war of attrition, then?"

A smile gradually appeared on Xiao Fan's solemn face: "I've never been afraid of that!!"

Although Xiao Fan was smiling… this smile made those who saw it feel quite terrified.

"Xiao Fan hasn't gone crazy, has he? How can he still smile at a time like this!"

"I think it's possible he's gone mad. That Chen Feixing opposite him is too strong; he might have been scared witless!"

"No way, this Xiao Fan is The Terror; would he be afraid?"

"…"

From the beginning to the end of this match, the sounds of discussion never stopped.

Zhu Gang's expression in the crowd was also very ugly. Previously, he had great confidence in Xiao Fan's strength, but seeing Chen Feixing's current state, he couldn't help but break into a cold sweat for Xiao Fan…

Sect Master Xu Yongnian and the four Elders did not speak; their attention was fixed on the Arena.

They could see that Xiao Fan's current state was poor, only possessing the ability to barely resist Chen Feixing in such a state.

However, Chen Feixing's state was also very bad. Although it wasn't obvious on the surface, with their cultivation levels, they could see that the Essence Blood within Chen Feixing's body was burning rapidly…

When his Essence Blood became insufficient, Chen Feixing would fall from this state.

In the blink of an eye, half a quarter of an hour passed.

Xiao Fan's white robe was already tattered. The webbing between the thumb and forefinger holding the panlong spear had been torn, and blood continuously dripped onto the ground along the edge of his palm.

In contrast, although Chen Feixing had sustained some injuries on his body's surface, they weren't serious. Compared to before, his face looked even more hideous!

"Kill!"

Since the battle began, Chen Feixing had said nothing else, his mouth constantly spitting out that single word: "Kill!"

He was completely pursuing the instinct of slaughter!

"Damn it!"

Xiao Fan cursed, raising his panlong spear to engage Chen Feixing once again.

He did not use the Throat-Crushing Lock or the Six Harmonies Slash, those two killing moves…

Firstly, because the consumption was too great. If things went wrong and his Qi was exhausted, he would be the one to lose against such a bizarre Chen Feixing.

On the other hand, the two were only sparring, not in a life-and-death battle; he didn't want to accidentally kill the opponent!

*Bang* *Bang* *Bang*

The longsword phantom in Chen Feixing's hand actually slashed several cracks into the body of the panlong spear…

This scene caused everyone who saw it to gasp.

The panlong spear was a Profound Rank Magical Artifact, yet it was actually being hacked into cracks!

One must know that Chen Feixing didn't have a Magical Artifact in his hand; it was merely a phantom condensed from blood Qi!!!

The battle between these two gave the surrounding Disciples a sense of powerlessness. Were they really peers?

How could the gap be so large!

"Kill!"

Chen Feixing charged once more. His blood-red eyes were filled with nothing but slaughter, and his mind was entirely focused on how to tear apart the person in front of him.

Xiao Fan took a deep breath and gripped the panlong spear tighter with both hands.

Against Chen Feixing in this state, the method of trading injury for injury or risking one's life was completely useless.

Because the opponent had no rationality left!

He didn't even have thought; trading injuries with such a person?

That would be seeking death!

The four Elders below the stage and Sect Master Xu Yongnian each had solemn expressions, shocked by the strength of these two newly entered Disciples.

"This Xiao Fan is not simple… only at the seventh level of the Huaqi Realm, yet he's actually this strong!"

The one speaking was Jiang Yushan, whose standards were always very high; he had evaluated Xiao Fan once before.

However, this was the first time the surrounding Elders had heard someone be praised by Jiang Yushan in such a tone.

"He is indeed not simple. If this drags on, the one to lose will definitely be Chen Feixing… what a pity."

Elder Shi Ji shook her head with a bitter smile: "Both of them have consumed too much in this match. No matter who wins, they probably won't have much of a chance against Nangong Lingxuan."

No one refuted her, because it was the truth!

In fact, even Chen Feixing himself hadn't expected Xiao Fan to be so strong, to be able to hold out for so long in his current state!

His original plan was to use his strongest state to defeat Xiao Fan, then preserve his Qi and use this state to fight Nangong Lingxuan!

But he had underestimated Xiao Fan's strength!

And Xiao Fan was equally surprised.

Both were at the eighth level of the Huaqi Realm!

Yet Chen Feixing's strength was far, far greater than Shan Yanghui's…

He Yutang's face was grim… he said nothing.

Xu Yongnian glanced at him, sighed, and also didn't speak.

Only he knew that He Yutang had cheated again… letting Xiao Fan be the first to come out and fight Chen Feixing!

Xu Yongnian was very clear about He Yutang's selfishness; he just wanted to see exactly how strong Xiao Fan was.

He had crushed Li Dong of the same level and defeated Shan Yanghui, who was one Realm higher than himself.

So he wanted to see how Xiao Fan would perform when fighting Chen Feixing and Nangong Lingxuan.

As it turned out, even He Yutang himself didn't expect that Chen Feixing would be so ruthless when he put his life on the line!

A person who was usually so low-key and had no sense of presence could actually be so ruthless!

If Xiao Fan on the Arena knew all this, who knows what his mood would be.

At this moment, he felt his internal organs churning. Chen Feixing was too strong, remaining at his Peak state throughout.

While he was fighting non-stop, his Qi consumption was extreme.

He also had no time to enter the star chart to replenish it; he could only endure!

This war of attrition continued…

After nearly another half a quarter of an hour, the blood mist around Chen Feixing's body gradually became thin, and his attacks began to lose their sharpness.

His pupils gradually dilated, beginning to return bit by bit to their original appearance…

"It's over."

Below the Arena, Xu Yongnian sighed.

The several Elders around him were the same; Chen Feixing had reached his limit.

On the Arena, Xiao Fan naturally noticed this. At this moment, he was covered in blood, and his physical strength was already exhausted.

Chen Feixing's figure wanted to continue fighting, but his body stopped in place…

The longsword phantom in his hand dissipated, and the surrounding crimson, violent aura vanished.

"Is it over…" Xiao Fan murmured.

Opposite him, Chen Feixing fell to his knees with a *thud*. The flush on his face also faded, returning to his original fair-skinned appearance, though now he lacked even a trace of color…

His pupils were dilated, just like a corpse.