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"Third match, Jian Chen against Extreme Frost Sea!"

Xue Piao looked at the two of them, who were staring back at him, and announced in a loud voice.

"I, I admit defeat!"

"Ye Chenfeng, your luck is already up. I will personally destroy the Misty Mountain's hope and send you to hell with me."

As he watched Ye Chenfeng's leaving figure, the eyes hidden in the hair of the Ice Blue Mountain emitted a thick killing intent. He stared at Ye Chenfeng like he was his prey and chanted in his heart.

"The match is over in the morning. The round robin tournament will begin in four hours, and the final winner will be decided." Xue Wandering loudly announced that the morning match had ended.

Due to Ye Chenfeng, Jian Chen, and Icecliff Mountain displaying their absolute strength, the upcoming ancient city's Martial Competition was extremely intense and exciting. All the disciples from the various powers were waiting for the top four to guess who would be the champion with great interest.

Defeating Qian Wuxin with one move, the astonishingly powerful Ice Mountain was favored by the vast majority of people. Jian Chen's popularity was second only to his, while Ye Chenfeng's popularity was the third highest. Mang Feng, who had advanced in the sky, did not have many people optimistic that he would be able to suppress the other contestants and become the final champion.

"Morning Wind, although the battle in the afternoon is important, your life is more important. If you can't beat him, you must not try to be brave."

After witnessing the terrifying strength of the Ice Blue Mountain, Xue Wandering could not help but start to worry about the competition this afternoon.

"Rest assured Sister Piao Ling, he will lose for sure."

Ye Zichen revealed a confident smile. However, he did not have the confidence to kill the Icecliff Mountain.

Time flew by and four hours passed in a flash.

After four hours, both Jian Chen and Mang Feng opened their eyes at the same time. They condensed their soul wings and flew towards the arena.

The stands that had been noisy a moment ago instantly became deathly silent. Everyone's attention was completely attracted by the two of them.

"Jian Chen, let me see if your reputation as the number one disciple of the Sword Valley is up to no good."

Mang Feng held a nine foot nine inch long white snake that coiled around his spear. He pointed his low rank Heavenly Artifact long spear at the cold looking Jian Chen and spoke with high fighting spirit.

"Does that trash talk so much crap?"

Jian Chen embraced the Eight Vicious Sword with a cold look on his face.

With that, a sharp presence that would shock the world gushed out from Jian Chen's body. In an instant, his presence underwent a tremendous change, becoming terrifying and filled with killing intent, causing Mang Feng's expression to change slightly.

"Bloodline Power, combust!"

Feeling that Jian Chen was far more terrifying than he had imagined, Mang Feng did not hesitate to activate his bloodline power. His body was sturdy and covered in black fur. The image of a ferocious giant ape appeared before him, raising his strength to the greatest extent.

"The match begins."

Seeing the two of them fighting each other, Xue Piao did not waste any time and immediately announced the start of the battle.

"Die, snake gun."

Mang Feng cried out as his soul power poured into the white snake spear in his hand. The sharp spear light turned into a savage python, shooting toward Jian Chen with an astonishing amount of destructive power.

In the face of Mang Feng's spear strike, Jian Chen's Eight Vicious Sword let out an ear-piercing screech as it flew through the air and struck the spear.

"Crack!"

The two probed each other with their attacks, only to collide into each other and break apart at the same time.

However, Jian Chen hadn't used any soul skills, and had only stabbed out with his sword. Mang Feng had ignited the power of his bloodline, so it was obvious who was stronger and who was weaker.

"Whoosh!"

After the strike, Jian Chen began to move, turning into an extremely sharp blur. Like a hurricane, it swept towards Mang Feng and began to attack him fiercely, instantly suppressing Mang Feng's attack.

"Wind Dao Insight, this Jian Chen is using it."

Seeing the wind that Jian Chen had created, Xue Tianchi's eyes widened. He was shocked that Jian Chen was able to comprehend the mysteries of the Wind Dao at such a young age.

"Chi chi chi!"

Jian Chen displayed the Wind Dao Insight. After a fierce attack, Mang Feng's defenses had been broken through. His entire body was covered with cracks as blood began to seep out, staining his clothes red.

"Shadow Snakes!"

The attack was completely suppressed by Mang Feng. With a dangerous roar, the spear shadows turned into snakes that covered the sky, swimming through the air to launch a counterattack at Jian Chen.

"Wind Dao Insight, Astral Wind Splitting the Sky!"

Jian Chen's pupils constricted. Three patterns of wind shot out from his body, turning into three astral wind sword shadows. They directly tore apart Mang Feng's Shadow World, chopping at his body with extreme speed.

"What?! Dao Intent Domain!"

Mang Feng did not expect that his ultimate move would be so easily broken. His face paled as he tried to dodge it.

However, Jian Chen's Astral Wind Splitter was far too fast, surpassing the speed of light by several times.

Although he relied on his movement technique to dodge the two sword images of the astral wind, he was still struck by the sword images formed by the last Wind Tattoo tearing through the air. He violently vomited a mouthful of blood as a crack appeared on his Inferior Grade Heavenly Artifact armor.

"Die!"

One strike had heavily injured Mang Feng, but Jian Chen did not slow his attack. His entire body had transformed into a streak of sword light, wanting to end Mang Feng's life and end the battle.

As his life was hanging by a thread, Mang Feng had no choice but to reveal his secret. He quickly undid the seal on his body and released a large amount of demon qi for his last attack.

"Eternal Melting Black Lotus!"

Mang Feng let out a roar as the demonic Qi from his body quickly gathered into a strange black lotus of destruction. It charged toward Jian Chen in an attempt to force him back.

"This ice palace … there's something wrong with the Snake Valley!"

Looking at the Ten Thousand Transformations Black Lotus that Mang Feng had condensed, the experts from the Sky Cloud Martial School and the Qian Family confirmed the suspicion in their minds. These two forces might be related to the West Demon Martial School.

However, when they saw that Floating Mist Mountain did not make any violent movements, they held back the anger in their hearts and waited for the situation to develop.

"Sword Tattoo, One Sword Blood!"

Jian Chen did not slow down in the slightest after receiving the attack. As the three runes shot out from his sword, his attack power increased bit by bit as if he was tearing through space. The sword pierced through the Lotus, accurately piercing Mang Feng's forehead.

"Bam!"

Mang Feng's head was crushed like a watermelon. Large amounts of blood spattered on the ground, and his strong body fell to the ground, dead.

After killing Mang Feng, Mang Feng's powerful Qi of luck poured into Jian Chen's body. Very soon, the floating tower reached the fifth floor.

After killing Mang Feng, Jian Chen's sharp gaze swept across Mang Han, who had an ashen expression. He immediately summoned his soul wings and flew back to the stands, waiting for Ye Chenfeng to fight against the peak of the Arctic Mountain Range.