130: Chapter 129 Yanjiao is back! Li Mingze doesn't dare to look at me.

The points of light that Iron Bone Clan No. 8 had turned into were still drifting in the air.

Like fireflies, like meteors, like shattered stars.

Su Xiaoxiao squatted at the edge of the arena, looking up at those points of light, tears still hanging on her face, but the corners of her mouth were already curled up.

"We won..." she whispered, her voice raspy, as if she had a cold.

Zhao Tiejun stood beside her, his clenched fists slowly relaxing.

His knuckles were covered in sweat, and his palms were marked with white indentations from his fingernails.

He looked at Lin Feng on the arena, wanting to say something, but he opened his mouth and nothing came out.

Xiao Yutong stood beside him, biting her lip so hard she didn't even notice it was bleeding.

Chen Zhixing's glasses had flown off; he squinted at Lin Feng on the arena, seeing only a blurry outline.

Ye Xinyi's hands finally dropped, hanging by her sides, still trembling.

Li Mingze sat on the ground, looking up.

From this angle, Lin Feng's back looked exceptionally tall and imposing, like a mountain.

He remembered the expression on Chen Lin's face back at the academy when she spoke of Lin Feng.

Her eyes were bright, as if they held two stars.

She said he had an F-Rank Talent, she said he was rejected by the academy, she said he went to the Explorer Association, she said he cleared the Ancient Trial Tower alone, she said he killed the Void King Beast, and she said he blocked the gates of the Zhou Family all by himself.

He had smiled at the time, thinking, how strong could a piece of trash with an F-Rank Talent be?

Now he knew.

On the arena, the points of light had dissipated.

Lin Feng stood in place, withdrawing his fist.

His right arm was trembling, not from fear, but from exhaustion.

He had fought four matches and taken dozens of punches from Iron Bone Clan No. 8, each one feeling like being struck by a sledgehammer.

He looked down at his hand; the skin on his knuckles was torn, exposing the flesh beneath, with blood seeping out and trickling down his fingers.

He clenched his fist; it hurt, but it could still move.

He looked up towards the other side of the arena.

Two Iron Bone Clan warriors were still standing there.

No. 9 and No. 10.

No. 9 held a long spear; the shaft was slender, the tip sharp, shimmering with a ghostly blue cold light.

It stood there, its hand holding the spear steady, but the flames in its eye sockets were flickering.

No. 10 stood beside it, without a weapon, empty-handed.

It was slightly shorter than No. 9, just over two meters, but the aura on that skeleton was far more intense than No. 9's.

From the beginning until now, it hadn't entered the arena once.

It watched Lin Feng, the flames in its eye sockets as calm as two pools of stagnant water.

The Captain of the Iron-Bone Tribe—that two-and-a-half-meter giant—stood at the edge of the arena.

It sheathed its greatsword onto its back, watched Lin Feng, and was silent for three seconds.

Then it spoke.

"No. 9, you go first."

No. 9's hand tightened on its spear.

"Captain..."

"Go."

No. 9 said nothing more and walked onto the arena.

It walked to the opposite side of Lin Feng and stood still.

It held the long spear horizontally in front of it, the tip pointing towards the ground.

It looked at Lin Feng, the flames in its eye sockets dancing.

"You have fought four matches. You are tired."

Lin Feng looked at it.

"I'm alright."

No. 9 nodded.

"I will not take advantage of you. You may rest."

Lin Feng shook his head.

"No need."

No. 9 was silent for a second, then raised its long spear.

"Very well."

It charged.

The long spear thrust out, the tip slicing through the air with a sharp whistle.

This strike was fast, faster than any of the previous Iron Bone Clan warriors.

But in Lin Feng's eyes, it was nothing.

He dodged to the side, the spear tip brushing past his clothes and tearing off a thread.

He threw a backhand punch, striking towards No. 9's ribs.

No. 9 retracted its spear to block, holding the shaft horizontally in front of its body.

"Clang!"

The fist smashed into the spear, and No. 9, along with its weapon, was knocked back three steps.

It steadied its stance and looked down at the spear shaft, where a fist-shaped dent had been made.

It looked up at Lin Feng, the flames in its eye sockets suddenly shrinking.

Lin Feng didn't give it a chance to catch its breath; he raised his left hand, golden light gathering in his palm.

"Judgment of Light!"

A golden sword of light condensed above his head and slashed towards No. 9!

No. 9 raised its spear to block.

"Clang!"

The spear shaft snapped.

No. 9 was knocked back five steps, stumbling and nearly falling.

It looked down at the broken half of the spear in its hand, was silent for a second, and threw it away.

It looked up at Lin Feng.

"Again."

Lin Feng nodded, raised his right hand, and purple lightning gathered in his palm.

"Thors Hammer!"

A bolt of purple lightning descended from the sky, striking towards No. 9!

No. 9 did not dodge, taking the lightning strike head-on.

The silver-white skeleton was engulfed by the lightning, crackling and popping.

After the lightning dissipated, it stood in place, smoke rising from its entire body.

There were scorched marks all over its skeleton, as if it had been burned by fire.

But it was still standing.

[Iron Bone Clan No. 9, health points: 38%]

It looked up at Lin Feng.

"Again."

Lin Feng looked at it, silent for a second.

He raised his left hand, and crimson flames gathered in his palm.

"Firestorm!"

A sea of fire surged from his palm, engulfing No. 9.

The silver-white skeleton burned in the sea of fire, making sizzling sounds.

After the sea of fire dissipated, No. 9 was still standing.

The skeleton was burned bright red, like a piece of iron just pulled from a furnace.

But it was still standing.

[Iron Bone Clan No. 9, health points: 12%]

It looked up at Lin Feng, the flames in its eye sockets already very weak, like a flickering candle in the wind.

"Again."

Lin Feng looked at it and raised his right hand.

In his palm, ice-blue light gathered.

"Absolute Zero."

The ice-blue light spread, enveloping No. 9.

The skeleton, which had been burned bright red, was instantly frozen.

From feet to head, inch by inch, it froze into an ice sculpture.

No. 9 stood within the ice, motionless.

The flames in its eye sockets were extinguished.

[Iron Bone Clan No. 9, health points: 0%]

[Eliminated.]

The ice sculpture shattered, turning into countless ice crystals that drifted into the air.

Lin Feng withdrew his hand and caught his breath.

His right arm was still trembling, and his left arm had started to tremble as well.

He had fought five matches, using Light Element, lightning, fire, and ice types; his magic power had dropped from over two million to over 1.5 million, which was fine, enough to use.

He looked up towards the other side of the arena.

One more was standing there.

No. 10.

Iron Bone Clan No. 10 walked onto the arena.

It walked very slowly, every step very steady.

Its height of just over two meters wasn't considered tall among the Iron Bone Clan, but the aura on that skeleton was more intense than all the previous Iron Bone Clan warriors combined.

It walked to the opposite side of Lin Feng, stood still, without weapons, empty-handed.

Those ghostly blue flame eyes stared at Lin Feng.

"You have fought five matches. You are tired."

Lin Feng looked at it.

"I'm alright."

No. 10 nodded.

"I will not take advantage of you. You may rest."

Lin Feng shook his head.

"No need."

No. 10 was silent for a second, then raised its right hand.

Its five fingers splayed, palm facing up.

Silver light condensed in its palm—not a light film, not an energy ball, but a cluster of silver flames.

The flames danced in its palm; they had no temperature, but Lin Feng could feel that the cluster of flames contained terrifying power.

More terrifying than Iron Bone Clan No. 8's Star-Shattering Fist.

"What is this?" Lin Feng asked.

No. 10 looked down at the silver flames in its palm.

"Bone Fire. The Origin power of our Iron Bone Clan. Fire that burns with life."

It looked up at Lin Feng.

"I have never used this move before. Because after using it, I will die."

Lin Feng looked at it and was silent.

No. 10 smiled.

That smile was neither eerie nor ferocious; it was simply calm.

"You are an opponent worthy of me using this move."

It pushed out that cluster of silver flames.

The flames flew very slowly, as slow as a falling leaf.

But Lin Feng did not dodge.

Because he knew he couldn't dodge it.

The cluster of flames had locked onto his aura; no matter where he dodged, it would follow him.

He took a deep breath and brought his hands together in front of him.

Eight-colored light began to gather: gold, crimson, azure, cyan, earthy yellow, purple, silver-white, and jet black.

The eight colors rotated, intertwined, and underwent Fusion in his palm, finally turning into a cluster of Chaos-colored light.

He condensed that cluster of light onto his right fist.

The silver flames and the Chaos-colored fist collided in the center of the arena.

This time, there was no sound.

No explosion, no loud noise.

There was only a beam of light.

The silver light and the Chaos-colored light intertwined, illuminating the entire arena.

The light was not blinding; it was very soft, like the first ray of sunlight in the morning.

Su Xiaoxiao squinted, Zhao Tiejun squinted too, and Xiao Yutong, Chen Zhixing, Ye Xinyi, and Li Mingze all squinted.

The light shone on their faces, warm and gentle.

The light lasted for ten seconds.

After ten seconds, the light dissipated.

Lin Feng stood in place, his right fist still raised.

Iron Bone Clan No. 10 also stood in place, its right hand still raised.

The two looked at each other.

Iron Bone Clan No. 10 looked down at its right hand.

The silver flames in its palm were extinguished.

Starting from the palm, the silver-white skeleton turned to ash, inch by inch.

Not fragments, not points of light, but ash.

Like burnt paper, like weathered stone, like dried bones from a thousand years ago.

With a gust of wind, it scattered.

It looked up at Lin Feng.

The flames in its eye sockets were already very weak.

"You won."

Lin Feng looked at it.

"You were alright too."

No. 10 smiled.

That smile was very faint, like frost on a window on a winter morning.

"Being able to fight you was worth it."

It lowered its head, watching its body dissipating.

"Yanjiao... returned to you."

As the words fell, the skeleton completely turned to ash and drifted into the air.

[Earth Federation · Lin Feng, victory. Iron Bone Clan No. 10, eliminated. Remaining: Iron Bone Clan 0, Earth Federation 4.]

Su Xiaoxiao, at the edge of the arena, was stunned for a second, then jumped up violently.

"We won! We won! We won!"

She hugged Zhao Tiejun's arm, jumping up and down, tears and snot streaming down her face.

Zhao Tiejun was shaken so hard he couldn't stand steadily, but he didn't push her away.

He himself wanted to jump, wanted to scream, wanted to cry.

But he held it in, just clenching his fists until his knuckles turned white.

Xiao Yutong stood beside them, tears streaming down silently.

She didn't wipe them away, just stood there, letting the tears flow.

It had been ten years.

Yanjiao had been lost for ten years.

Today, it finally returned.