Chapter 119: Defeat

Liu Feng’s eyes flashed with a piercing light as he meticulously observed Yang Feng. He noticed that whenever Zhao Bochao’s blade aura struck Yang Feng, a mysterious field seemed to manifest around him, shattering the fierce attack before Yang Feng absorbed the remaining true energy into his own body.

"How is this possible? What kind of technique is this?" Liu Feng pondered silently.

On the arena, Zhao Bochao also sensed that something was unusual about Yang Feng. However, as they were in the heat of battle, he had no time to carefully analyze the changes occurring within his opponent.

"Bursting Fist!" Despite his suspicions, Zhao Bochao took the initiative. He clenched his right hand into a fist, gathering violent true energy until a dazzling red radiance erupted from it. His fist became brilliant, burning like a raging flame, and a aura of destruction radiated forth. He swung his right fist forward, and a massive projection of the fist, like a fiery meteor, tore through the void and struck toward Yang Feng.

Facing the incoming attack, Yang Feng remained indifferent. He swung his palms forward, releasing a violent pillar of energy that collided with the glowing red fist projection.

"Bang!" The massive fist shattered the energy pillar upon impact, yet its destructive momentum remained, slamming into Yang Feng’s body. Yang Feng retreated several dozen steps, but he remained completely unharmed, his clothes not even ruffled.

"What is going on with Yang Feng? He has taken so many hits, yet he looks perfectly fine. This is highly abnormal," Zhang Liang observed, noting the strangeness.

Wang Xing wore a puzzled expression. "Could it be that Yang Feng possesses some kind of defensive treasure? It is difficult to explain this phenomenon otherwise."

Liu Feng mused, "I believe Yang Feng has mastered a miraculous technique; that is the source of his strength. He likely hasn't even revealed his true power yet."

By now, Zhao Bochao was launching a frantic assault on the stage. Blade auras, fist shadows, and sword fingers struck Yang Feng repeatedly, yet Yang Feng remained unscathed. After hundreds of exchanges, Zhao Bochao’s wild attacks began to drain his true energy, and his offensive power grew increasingly weak.

Seeing Zhao Bochao’s strength waning, a mysterious smile appeared on Yang Feng’s face. He performed a strange hand gesture, and suddenly, his aura surged, as if a giant were awakening.

"Oh no! I never expected Yang Feng to be hiding so much," Zhao Bochao exclaimed, stopping his assault and staring at Yang Feng in astonishment.

"Rainstorm Strike!" Yang Feng roared, launching a fierce counterattack. His fists hammered out like cannonballs, tearing through the air with a piercing whistle as he rushed toward the exhausted Zhao Bochao.

"Sword Rain Formation!" Zhao Bochao growled, forming his fingers into swords and channeling all his remaining energy into them. Dozens of sharp sword auras erupted forth. With a flick of his fingers, the dense formation of sword beams shot out like arrows, forming a square array that aimed to pierce through Yang Feng.

"Bang, bang, bang..."

Yang Feng’s fists smashed into the sword auras like a torrential storm. In the blink of an eye, the countless sharp beams were shattered and dissipated into the air. Yang Feng’s momentum did not falter, and he struck the defenseless Zhao Bochao directly.

"Bang, bang..."

Following a series of muffled thuds, Zhao Bochao was sent reeling backward, blood spilling from his mouth.

"I didn't think Yang Feng was hiding such power. Brother Bochao is surely going to lose," Zhang Liang said, his voice laced with worry.

"It won't just be a loss; I fear Brother Bochao will be defeated miserably," Wang Xing added, watching as Zhao Bochao coughed up blood.

"Hm? Bochao hasn't lost yet. He still has the strength to fight," Liu Feng said firmly, watching the struggling warrior.

"Oh? Is that so?"

"Let us hope so!" Zhang Liang and Wang Xing looked back toward the stage.

Despite his injuries, Zhao Bochao’s expression had turned calm. He formed a strange seal with his hands, and a powerful force surged from within him.

"Oh? It seems you were also hiding your strength," Yang Feng noted.

Zhao Bochao replied calmly, "Under the immense pressure you provided, I have finally broken through to the fourth stage of the Yin-Yang Realm."

"Interesting," Yang Feng smiled.

"Come and feel my fury! Flame Fist!" Zhao Bochao bellowed. He clenched his fists, and vast, surging true energy condensed upon them. Dazzling red light erupted, as if flames were clinging to his knuckles. With a tremor of his fists, he moved with the speed of a falling star, his violent fist aura crashing toward Yang Feng.

"Well done! Water Dragon Wave!" Yang Feng shouted, pushing his palms forward. A soft, water-like dragon-shaped energy surged forth like a leviathan rising from the sea, accompanied by several spheres of true essence.

"Bang, bang..."

Zhao Bochao’s flaming fists smashed into the essence spheres, shattering them instantly. His momentum continued as he hammered against the dragon-shaped energy, breaking it apart after a few strikes. Finally, he exerted all his force and landed a heavy blow on Yang Feng’s body.

With a thunderous crash, Yang Feng was knocked back, a trail of blood leaking from his lips.

"Good! Yang Feng has finally been wounded!" Zhang Liang cheered.

"Brother Bochao’s strength has truly improved; perhaps he can defeat Yang Feng after all," Wang Xing added hopefully.

Liu Feng’s expression, however, remained grave. "I am afraid Bochao is going to lose," he whispered.

As he spoke, a startling change occurred on the stage. Zhao Bochao, who had been driving Yang Feng back, suddenly shuddered. His aura plummeted, and his attack speed slowed significantly.

Yang Feng had been waiting for this exact moment. He unleashed a flurry of rapid, heavy punches, his violent force striking like boulders against Zhao Bochao’s fists. Exhausted, Zhao Bochao could no longer withstand the onslaught and was sent crashing backward by Yang Feng’s unrelenting power.