Mainland Martial Arts

Chapter 381 The time is almost up

However, Huang Tian didn't stop there. His face remained stern, his eyes devoid of any pity or hesitation. He raised his hand slightly, flicked it lightly in the air, and a stream of sword energy instantly condensed at his fingertips. The sword energy, like a transparent longsword, radiated a sharp, cold light. The air around the blade seemed to freeze, forming visible icy spikes. Huang Tian's eyes focused, and with a flick of his finger, the sword energy shot out like an arrow, whistling towards Lin Feng.

Lin Feng lay on the ground, watching the sword energy hurtle toward him, a wave of despair welling up in his heart. He knew that in his current state, he was powerless to withstand the attack. Yet, his eyes still shone with a hint of unyielding determination. In this life-or-death situation, he used up every last ounce of his strength to gather the remaining pieces of armor before him. As if summoned by some mysterious force, the remaining pieces of armor quickly coalesced in mid-air, forming a shield emitting a faint blue light.

The moment the sword energy made contact with Lin Feng's shield, a resounding "boom" erupted, like a cosmic explosion, and the entire arena was enveloped in a dazzling light. A powerful shockwave, like a raging tsunami, spread wildly in all directions. Lin Feng, still unable to stand, was swept away by the shockwave and rolled violently on the ground several times. His body scraped deep marks against the ground, and blood oozed from the wounds, staining the metal surface red. But with his tenacious willpower, he adjusted his posture as he rolled, barely reaching a half-squat position. Due to a broken bone in his left hand, his left hand could only hang limply, trembling slightly in the wind, as if expressing his helplessness and sorrow to fate.

At this moment, Huang Tian's Nine Phoenix Body was released. With a flash of light, the three phoenix totems on his body gradually faded, and the suffocating aura dissipated. Coincidentally, Lin Feng's armor was completely worn out by this series of attacks and defenses, turning into tiny specks of blue light and disappearing into thin air.

At this moment, the burning incense stick below the stage was still a quarter burnt out. Lin Feng, however, had already exhausted his Qi and was nearing his limit. He stared at Huang Tian before him, knowing clearly that all he could do was endure.

Lin Feng, now a bloody soul struggling to rise from the depths of hell, his right hand like a pair of pliers, tightly gripping his left arm. The chafing pain from the broken bones rubbing against each other was like a thousand ants gnawing at his heart, causing his face to contort in agony. Every breath felt like pulling a rusty bellows, heavy and labored. With a bloody sweetness in his throat, he slowly and precariously rose to his feet. His legs trembled, as if they would buckle under the weight at any moment. His sweat-soaked clothes clung to his body, outlining his scarred form, yet they were quickly soaked by the ever-flowing blood, which dripped onto the ground in dazzling, bloody flowers.

Huang Tian's eyes were as cold as the stars on an icy peak, devoid of any ripples or pity. With a flick of his wrist, he casually waved his hand, as if wielding a brush and splashing ink. In an instant, several sword energies, like unbridled beasts, lunged towards Lin Feng with a deathly roar. Wherever the sword energy passed, the air seemed to be cut by sharp blades, emitting a mournful hiss. The air was rapidly compressed, forming visible vortexes that seemed to lead to the underworld.

Lin Feng stared at the deadly sword energy, a wave of endless sadness and helplessness welling up in his heart. He knew he was powerless to resist head-on, so he could only endure the excruciating pain, clenching his left arm tightly, dragging his battered body around the martial arts stage, dodging left and right in a panic. His figure was like a candle in the wind, ready to be extinguished by the fierce storm of sword energy at any moment. Every time he dodged, his wounds tore and blood gushed out, but his eyes still shone with an unyielding light, as if shouting to fate: "I will never surrender!"

Huang Tian remained unmoved, his offensive surged like a surging tide, one wave after another. His face was expressionless, his face as stern as a stone sculpture. Only his waving arms unleashed deadly sword energy time and again, as if he were playing a melody of death. His movements were fluid, without a single hesitation or pause, as if killing was simply an instinctive art form for him.

Under this torrent of attacks, Lin Feng gradually became overwhelmed by pain and exhaustion. His body was already covered in sword wounds, a crisscross of wounds like the marks of a demon's claws. Blood flowed out like streams, staining his clothes red and turning the ground of the martial arts arena into a sea of ​​blood. His consciousness began to blur, and the world before him became hazy and illusory, as if shrouded in a bloody mist. But deep in his heart, a fiery flame burned tenaciously, a desire for life, a steadfast faith.

Offstage, Chen Xin'er burst into tears, her eyes red and swollen, filled with fear and helplessness. She clasped her hands tightly against her chest, her fingers turning white from the strain. Her lips trembled slightly as she murmured a prayer, "God, please bless Lin Feng, and make sure he's safe..." Her gaze followed Lin Feng's figure closely, as if she wanted to weave a protective barrier around him with her gaze. Even if this barrier was so fragile, it was the only thing she could do at that moment.

Xu Tian and Chen Yu shouted at the top of their lungs, their voices hoarse and cracked with excitement and nervousness: "Lin Feng, hold on! Time's almost up! You can do this!" Veins bulged on their faces, and they waved their arms, as if to inject strength into Lin Feng. Their shouts echoed around the arena, blending with the shouts of their supporters, forming a surging wave of sound, trying to break through the haze of death and reach Lin Feng's ears, giving him a glimmer of warmth and hope.

Li Hanhai's face was as solemn as steel, his eyes filled with deep worry. He activated his spacesuit's communicator and spoke urgently and firmly to the men on the battleship, "Prepare the most advanced medical equipment immediately, and the medical staff must be on standby! Once the competition is over, Lin Feng must be treated immediately. His left hand is severely injured. There can be no delay, or the consequences will be disastrous!" As he spoke, he gripped the communicator tightly, the veins on the back of his hand clearly visible, as if conveying his concern and determination to everyone on the battleship through this invisible connection.