Mainland Martial Arts

Chapter 334 Consuming Most of the

Lin Feng and Jian Cang were both panting, their chests heaving violently, their foreheads covered in sweat. Their eyes held a hint of fatigue, but more so, a wariness of each other. This move had left them both evenly matched, and it had consumed a significant amount of their Qi, leaving them both physically and mentally exhausted.

Behind Jian Cang lay a vast expanse of ice and snow, the remnant of the frost power within his sword energy. Ice and snow blanketed a vast expanse, the ice crystals reflecting a dazzling array of colors in the sunlight, resembling a dreamlike world of ice and snow. Yet this world was filled with cold and deathly silence, devoid of any trace of life. Snowflakes drifted gently down, each one a work of art meticulously crafted by nature, yet imbued with a deadly chill. The ice on the ground was several feet thick, and in some places, massive icicles formed, pointing skyward like sharp swords.

Behind Lin Feng lay a desolate, desert-like landscape, wrought by the cosmic power contained within his Qi bomb. The earth was parched and cracked, vast fissures spreading outward like wounds in the earth. Dust rose softly in the breeze, creating a sense of desolation and loneliness, as if this were a forbidden zone for life. Heat emanated from the cracks, as if the earth were gasping in pain. The distant sand dunes cast long shadows in the setting sun, like ghosts in the desert.

The two men stood silently on the pillar, facing each other, neither making the first move. They were both recovering their strength and pondering their next strategy. Silence reigned, their heavy breathing echoing through the ruins, as if narrating this thrilling battle.

Jian Cang stared at Lin Feng, his expression complex and shifting. He secretly marveled at Lin Feng's strength, while also plotting how to break the current impasse. His mouth twitched slightly; the previous move had taken a heavy toll on him, and he knew he couldn't drag it out any longer. A hint of anxiety lingered in his eyes, and the Star Blade in his hand trembled slightly, revealing his inner uneasiness.

Jian Cang gripped the Star Blade tightly, his face twisted with fatigue and anger, his eyes revealing a look of unwillingness. He looked at Lin Feng and said coldly, "If I hadn't been unable to unleash the power of the Star Blade, you would never have been able to fight me to this point." His voice was particularly hoarse in the silent battlefield, and every word was filled with deep resentment, as if accusing fate of injustice.

Lin Feng's face was gloomy, his lips tightly pursed, and he remained silent. But his eyes burned with anger, and his mind was swirling with thoughts. He knew that while the Star Blade couldn't unleash its full power in Jian Cang's hands, it was still a formidable threat. Only by reclaiming the Star Blade would he have absolute certainty of defeating Jian Cang. To him, the blade was more than just a weapon; it was a part of him. Now that it had been taken away from him by his enemy, he was filled with rage.

Lin Feng pondered secretly, knowing full well that reclaiming the Star Blade would be no easy task. After a brief moment of reflection, he realized the only way was to fight Jian Cang head-on. Only by defeating him could the Star Blade return to his hands. Thinking of this, Lin Feng's eyes grew even more resolute, a look of desperate determination.

Suddenly, Lin Feng exerted force with his feet, concentrating the little remaining Qi in his body into his legs. Like a cannonball, he leaped high towards Jian Cang. His leap was so powerful that it stirred a gust of wind. The pillars supporting him began to crack under the overwhelming force, and then with a loud bang, they collapsed, raising a cloud of dust.

Seeing this, Jian Cang's lips curled up slightly, revealing a cruel smile. "Hmph, you want to take back the Star Blade? Then come!" He growled softly, gripping the Star Blade tightly and preparing for battle. Although his Qi had been largely depleted, as a top-tier expert, he still had enough energy left to engage Lin Feng in a desperate melee. His eyes gleamed with a fanatical glint, a thirst for battle and a determination for victory.

Jian Cang also leaped up, his movements clean and smooth, without the slightest hesitation. The pillar beneath his feet collapsed with a dull thud the moment he leaped. At this moment, the two met in mid-air, and battle erupted instantly.

Jian Cang swung the Star Blade in his hand, and the blade cut through the air, making a sharp whistling sound. The blade, flashing with cold light, slashed towards Lin Feng fiercely. Every swing contained a powerful force, as if it was going to split the air in half.

Lin Feng's eyes flashed, and he twisted his body nimbly in the air, dodging Jian Cang's fierce attack. Then, he seized the opportunity and fiercely kicked Jian Cang's abdomen with his right foot. The kick was extremely fast and powerful, bringing with it a whistling sound.

Jian Cang was startled, and he quickly pulled in his abdomen to dodge, narrowly avoiding Lin Feng's kick. But he didn't panic, and quickly steadied himself, raising the Star Blade again and slashing at Lin Feng. This time, his attack was even more swift, and the blade flashed like lightning, dazzling the eyes.

Seeing the incoming blade, Lin Feng remained calm. He seized the opportunity, and just as the blade was about to strike him, he suddenly raised his foot, accurately blocking the blade's handle. Jian Cang felt a powerful force, interrupting his smooth sword swing and sending a numbing sensation through his arm. Desperate, Jian Cang changed his strategy. He raised his foot and kicked Lin Feng in the chest, attempting to create distance and find another opportunity to strike.

The two men battled fiercely in the air as they slowly descended. Every movement was imbued with power and skill, every attack and evasion a matter of life and death. Their figures, illuminated by the setting sun, resembled two birds of prey battling in the sky, engaging in a thrilling battle of life and death.

As they continued to fall, they finally landed at the bottom of the huge pit together. However, their fight did not end there, but became more intense.

During the prolonged fight, Lin Feng, unarmed, gradually fell into a disadvantage. Jian Cang's Star Blade slashed his body repeatedly, blood seeping from the wounds and staining his clothes red. Fortunately, these wounds were not fatal, only superficial. Even so, each wound caused excruciating pain, constantly sapping Lin Feng's physical strength and willpower.

Jian Cang wasn't feeling well either, as Lin Feng's attacks were equally fierce. His punches and kicks rained down on Jian Cang, each strike shaking his internal organs. After a violent collision, Jian Cang couldn't help but spit out blood. His face turned even paler, but the fierce gleam in his eyes remained undiminished.