154: The continuous challenges made Nangong Batian furious!

Nangong Batian returned to the outer area, immediately sat cross-legged, and consumed pills to recover his spiritual power.

He quickly finished recovering his spiritual power, coldly scanned the surroundings, and then planned to leave.

Just when he thought that after his earlier action, no one without eyes would jump out again, a laugh rang out once more.

“Heh heh, South Palace Emperor Child, why are you in such a hurry to leave?”

“Why not come and exchange a few moves with me?”

The person who arrived was dressed in green, with a stern face. It was Feng Wu, ranked seventh on the heavenly pride ranking.

Nangong Batian opened his eyes, bloodshot eyes covering them, his back teeth tightly clenched. He looked like an enraged male lion.

Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!!!!

Did they really think that just because he lost once, he was a soft persimmon that anyone could come and pinch twice!

You want to step on him to rise? Aren't you afraid of falling to your death!

“Feng Wu, scram! Otherwise, don’t blame this Emperor Child for being impolite!”

In response, Feng Wu wasn't angry. Instead, he showed a mocking expression: “The dignified Emperor Child of the Nangong Imperial Clan, is this all? Nothing special.”

“Fine, I'm not interested in cowards anyway.”

This sentence completely ignited Nangong Batian's rage.

Repeatedly being looked down upon, and already extremely angry, how could Nangong Batian tolerate it any further?

He stopped talking nonsense, directly leaped onto the arena, and his long blade was unsheathed again.

“I will make you regret your decision today!”, Nangong Batian held the long blade, pointing it at Feng Wu, his voice extremely cold.

Feng Wu revealed a seemingly smug smile, then leaped up.

“Whether you regret it or not, you’ll only know after the fight.”

Today, I will step on you and reclaim my sixth position!

Even Lin Xuan from a Quasi-Emperor Clan could defeat you, this young master can too!

Feng Wu didn't waste words. He formed hand seals, and a strong wind suddenly swirled around him.

“Wind God Art - Thousand Blade Storm!”

Instantly, countless wind blades were generated out of thin air, shooting towards Nangong Batian like heavy rain.

Nangong Batian roared, his long blade dancing impenetrably, shattering the wind blades one by one.

But Feng Wu's attacks were continuous and at tricky angles. Several wind blades still cut through Nangong Batian's robes, leaving blood marks on his body.

“Haha, enjoy it.”

Feng Wu sneered, suddenly changing his move, “Wind God Leg!” His figure instantly disappeared, and the next moment he appeared behind Nangong Batian, sweeping with a leg.

Nangong Batian hurriedly turned, using the blade's body to block the leg, but was still shaken back several steps by the immense force.

He was shocked in his heart. Feng Wu's speed was even faster than he had imagined.

“It seems I really overestimated you before.”, Feng Wu continued to provoke with words, “Central Province heavenly pride ranking sixth? A joke!”

“Good, good, good, you have successfully enraged this Emperor Child!”

Nangong Batian was completely furious, his eyes turning blood-red.

He no longer defended, frantically urging the spiritual power within his body. The black flames on the Overlord Blade surged three times.

“Overlord Absolute Earth Slash!”

A black blade light tens of meters long was unleashed. Wherever it passed, space distorted.

Feng Wu's expression changed slightly. He quickly used movement techniques to evade, but was still swept by the residual blade energy, a trace of blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth.

“Now that's more like it.” Feng Wu wiped away the blood, the fighting intent in his eyes growing stronger.

“Body Illusory Storm!”

His body suddenly became ethereal, as if merging with the wind, and his speed increased again.

The following battle was incredibly fierce.

Nangong Batian completely abandoned defense, every move was incredibly violent, every move aimed at killing.

And Feng Wu relied on his ghostly movement techniques to constantly maneuver, looking for an opportunity to deliver a fatal blow.

On the arena, black flames and strong winds intertwined, and explosions were incessant.

The spectators below watched dumbfounded. The intensity of this battle far surpassed the previous fight with Yang Han.

“Boom!”

After another head-on collision, both flew back simultaneously.

Nangong Batian had a deep, bone-visible wound on his right shoulder, while Feng Wu's chest was charred black by the black flames.

But neither paid attention and quickly engaged in battle again.

Ten rounds… a hundred rounds… a thousand rounds…

...

Half an hour later

“It’s been half an hour, and they’re still fighting!” someone exclaimed.

Nangong Batian was panting heavily, his spiritual power almost exhausted.

But the anger in his heart burned hotter and hotter—these people who dared not look him in the eye in the past now dared to challenge him!

All of this was because of that damned Lin Xuan!

But even if he was unwilling to admit it, because of his previous defeat by Lin Xuan, a crack had appeared in his Dao Heart, preventing him from performing perfectly and causing his strength to drop a notch. Now, facing Feng Wu, who was seventh on the heavenly pride ranking, he indeed couldn't gain a significant advantage.

“Ah—!”

Nangong Batian suddenly roared towards the sky. This roar seemed to be the final release of the remaining spiritual power in his body.

As the roar sounded, all the muscles in his body tensed up, and his already robust physique appeared even more massive.

He intended to decide the outcome with one move!

He gripped the blade handle tightly with both hands, and a powerful Aura surged from him.

This Aura was like a volcanic eruption, scorching and violent, making people involuntarily look sideways.

“Overlord World Destruction!”

Nangong Batian roared, his voice like thunder, echoing in the air.

At the same time, his entire being was like a black meteor, rushing towards Feng Wu at an astonishing speed.

Feng Wu also felt Nangong Batian's power at this moment, and his expression became solemn.

Nangong Batian's strength exceeded his expectations, which made him feel a little flustered.

However, Feng Wu was not simple after all and quickly regained his composure. He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressed the thoughts in his heart, and likewise unleashed his strongest killing move.

“Wrath of the Wind God!”

As he roared, layers of green whirlwinds, strong enough to tear apart space, suddenly surrounded him.

The next moment, this whirlwind was like a green giant dragon, baring its fangs and claws as it charged towards Nangong Batian.

“Boom—!”

A loud noise, like the heavens and earth exploding.

Nangong Batian and Feng Wu's attacks collided fiercely in the air, erupting with astonishing energy.

This energy was like a raging tide, sweeping across the entire arena.

Under the impact of this energy, the arena instantly shattered, and rubble and dust flew everywhere.

“Hiss—”

“What a terrifying blow from these two… they actually shattered the arena!”

“I wonder who is superior…”

This scene instantly ignited the surrounding spectators, and the entire site immediately became lively.

Soon

As the smoke and dust gradually dispersed, people could finally see the situation on the field.

Feng Wu was seen lying in a pool of blood, his body already broken and motionless, clearly having fallen unconscious.

Nangong Batian was kneeling on one knee, his hand still tightly gripping the blood-stained blade, using it to support his body.

His body was covered in wounds, and blood continuously flowed from them, staining his clothes dark red.

Despite this, Nangong Batian's eyes remained firm, staring intently at Feng Wu, as if trying to see through him.

“It’s Nangong Batian! He won!”

A burst of cheers suddenly erupted from the crowd. These cheers were like thunder, echoing throughout the entire venue.