A late-stage cultivator in the Earth Realm was actually driven off the stage by a mid-stage cultivator in the Earth Realm. This ending inevitably surprised the audience.

But the strong man was not at all unwilling to accept or dissatisfied because he knew that he did not lose to the other party in terms of strength, but completely lost in momentum. The terrifying feeling of being stared at by a crazy beast at all times was something the audience below could not understand.

The strong man did not leave, but stood in the audience to continue watching the game. He was very curious about why this guy on the stage fought.

Seeing Han Feng win, Pan Qian was first happy, but soon, her face regained her worries. Because she knew that this was just the beginning, there would be more powerful enemies in the future, and Han Feng would eventually fall on the stage.

Han Feng didn't think about these things. At the moment, the only thing he could do was fight, fight constantly until he fell down and could never get up again.

After swallowing a Qi Recovery Pill, Han Feng sat cross-legged on the stage to restore his true energy.

When the true energy was full and he stood up, a man was already standing on the stage.

The man is also in his thirties, with a terrifying scar on his face, which looks ferocious and fierce. His cultivation is also in the late stage of the local realm, but he is much higher than a strong man.

Seeing Han Feng get up, the scar man proudly said, "If you know the image, get out of the stage quickly."

Han Feng ignored the other party and was not scared by the other party's cultivation and momentum. Without saying a word, he immediately took out the Ice Sword, even if he was facing a powerful man in the Heavenly Realm, he would not retreat at all.

Seeing that the other party did not listen to the advice, the scar man looked gloomy and said coldly: "Hmph! I'm wasting my energy!" As he spoke, he had already taken out a six-foot stick. The stick was full of golden color, just like Sun Wuzi's golden cudgel.

Obviously, this scar man came for the throne of the Pan family's son-in-law, so he naturally didn't want to waste his energy and true energy on such a small character.

Han Feng still hurriedly launched the offensive just like he was on the field. He swung his sword at the Scar Man, and the first whirlwind cold sword in the Ice Sword Technique was used casually.

The scar man didn't take Han Feng seriously at all, and he didn't even support his true qi defense.

He originally wanted to block the opponent's move, but he didn't need to use any moves, but in order to oust the opponent as soon as possible, he still waved his long stick to perform his exercises.

Ye Wutian recognized the scar man's move at first sight. This was the first move of the Scar Stick Technique of Swinging Willows in the Wind.

This is the third time Ye Wutian has seen this set of roaring wind stick technique, so he is naturally quite familiar with it.

Judging from the strength of both sides, Han Feng will inevitably suffer in this first round of competition.

Just as Ye Wutian expected, Han Feng's moves were obviously inferior to the opponent. The moment the ice sword collided with the long stick, Han Feng was forced to take a few steps back.

After standing firm, Han Feng immediately launched another offensive.

"Hmph! Looking for death!" The scar man snorted coldly, jumped back several meters away, stretched a distance from Han Feng, and then injected true energy into the stick. He was about to use the third move of the Screaming Wind Stick Technique, probably intending to end this meaningless battle with this move.

Seeing the situation, Han Feng did not continue to pursue, but raised his sword and prepared to use moves. With his mid-stage cultivation level, the most powerful move that he could use was the second Ice Sword Technique, Ice Frozen Three ZHP.

"Brother Yang, can that person's ice sword beat this scar man?" Seeing the stance between the two sides, Ding Jie asked Ye Wutian.

"Of course, it's impossible to defeat. The opponent uses late-stage moves in the realm. In addition, the difference in cultivation between the two sides is very far, this blow may determine the winner or lose." Ye Wutian replied, and said with a sigh. He was worried for Han Feng. Judging from his previous posture, he probably wouldn't give in easily.

"Since he knows that he can't beat the other party, why should he fight so hard?" Ding Jie said in confusion.

Ye Wutian didn't say anything else, quietly observing the situation on the stage.

Although it is not suitable to take action in this kind of ring match, if Han Feng is in danger of his life, he will still take action decisively.

On the stage, the scar man's energy storage was coming to an end. A sharp whirlwind had condensed from the long stick in his hand. Under the golden light of the long stick, the whirlwind was also dyed golden.

On the other hand, Han Feng's moves were almost ready. The huge ice sword he raised to the top of his head was shining with a gray and cold air, which looked no different from the real ice sword.

After another moment, the scar man suddenly swung the long stick in his hand. A strong storm blew up where the stick swept over. The storm quickly condensed into a fierce whirlwind, making a "whip" roar like a beast, and hit the Han Feng.

When Ye Wutian fought against four perfect cultivators in the Hu family, one of the men in white had used this move, but in terms of momentum and power, they were better than the scar man in front of him.

While the Scar Man launched an attack, Han Feng also waved his sword and slashed down. The huge ice sword fell down with a bang and slashed towards the whirlwind.

The moment of collision, the "screaming" sounds sounded one after another, and the ice sword and the whirlwind stalemate in the air. Every collision would stir up a strong energy to bounce both sides away, and both sides would soon collide together.

After several collisions, the ice sword gradually became transparent and its power became significantly weaker, while the whirlwind was still fierce.

The ice sword was defeated like a mountain. After the first impact, it exploded with a "bang", and the thick water power instantly disappeared.

After defeating the Ice Sword, the whirlwind continued to attack the Han Feng.

Before Han Feng could dodge, the whirlwind had already hit him.

"Boom!"

Under the violent impact, Han Feng's true energy defense was crushed, and his whole body was blown away by the whirlwind for several meters and almost fell from the platform.

Seeing that Han Feng had already shown signs of defeat, Pan Qian was anxious to see that she frowned and her fists were pinched tightly, as if she was sitting on pins and pinching them.

"Swish!" The scar man leaned the long stick in his hand to the high platform and made a low and dull sound. In his opinion, the battle was over, and perhaps the audience in the audience thought so.

But to their surprise, Han Feng actually climbed up from the ground with his body on his back, then raised his ice sword, shouted and rushed towards the scar man. His behavior surprised everyone present. Such an undefensive attack was undoubtedly seeking death.

"Isn't this guy a lunatic? Isn't it different from rushing up like this?"

"I think he was thinking about the second lady of the Pan family and was crazy, but he didn't even want his life."

People were puzzled by Han Feng's behavior because they didn't know why Han Feng was fighting.

The scar man didn't understand why the other party was so persistent, but he didn't want to understand. The only thing he had to do was to knock the other party off the stage.

Seeing the other party rushing toward him, the scarred man lifted the long stick and did not use any moves. He directly poked the long stick towards Han Feng's mouth with the long stick.

Han Feng seemed to have lost his mind. Instead of swinging his sword to block it, he let the opponent's long stick hit his chest.

"Bang!"

With a muffled sound, Han Feng squirted out a mouthful of blood mist, and he flew backwards and fell heavily on the stage. The Ice Sword had also flew out of his hand and fell to the side with a "clang" sound.

Despite this, he still did not surrender. He struggled to get up again, coughed up two mouthfuls of blood, grabbed the ice sword that fell beside him with trembling hands, then covered his chest with one hand and stood up with the sword with the other hand.

He still didn't give up. He walked towards the Scar Man in a trembling manner. Finally, he walked to the Scar Man. He raised his sword with a trembling hand and wanted to slash at the Scar Man, but was kicked away by the Scar Man.

Falling in the distance, Han Feng spat out a mouthful of blood with another "wow".

Seeing this scene, Pan Qian burst into tears. She wanted to get up and rush to the stage, but was pulled down by her mother. Pan Zhengfeng next to her snorted coldly, looking gloating. He probably wanted Han Feng to die on the stage.

There were whispers in the audience. While people were puzzled, they were also feeling sad for Han Feng. No matter what reason he had, it was somewhat unworthy to die on this stage.

After a cough, Han Feng continued to struggle to get up. He did not give up. He would not give up as long as he had a breath.

"What is he doing? If he goes there, he will die on the stage." Ding Jie frowned and said sympathetically and anxiously.

Seeing Han Feng get up and continue to stagger towards the scar man, Pan Qian quickly pulled his father's hand and begged: "Dad, please stop them quickly, please."

Pan Zhengfeng shook her hand away and said coldly: "This arena competition is not something that others can interfere with. It's this kid who is looking for death himself. Who can blame him?" He wanted the other party to die on the stage, so how could he save him?

Pan Qian was desperate. She knew that no one could save Han Feng anymore. She could only use her eyes blurred by tears to look at the back of the stage, which was step by step towards death.

Han Feng leaned on the sword and walked towards the scar man step by step. His body was trembling, as if a gust of wind could blow him down.

At this moment, the person who appeared in front of him was not the scar man, but the figure of the poisonous dragon, the evil man who ruined everything, the evil man he wanted to kill all the time for ten years.

In the past ten years, for Han Feng, living is a torture. He forces himself to practice hard and to survive. He tries to bury this hatred deep in his heart and try to pretend to be cheerful and optimistic, because he knows that what Wan'er likes is the positive and upbeat him.

But now, he suddenly felt endless fatigue, as if the sadness and pain of the past ten years had instantly surged into his heart, which made him unable to breathe. He felt that he had no strength to walk on, and he felt that he was about to fall down, and the figure in front of him became blurred.

Looking at the endless guy in front of him, the scar man seemed a little impatient and his face became even more gloomy.
Chapter completed!