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A flicker of violent killing intent flashed in Feng Tianlong's eyes as he suddenly lifted his foot and brought it down hard onto the ground where Li Ming stood. The earth erupted with a thunderous roar beneath Feng Tianlong's stomp, sending debris and dust flying everywhere, creating a deep crater in the ground. However, at the critical moment, Li Ming rolled away just in time, narrowly escaping this deadly strike.
Feng Tianlong's gaze sharpened; he was slightly surprised by Li Ming's agility but felt mostly disdain. With a cold snort, he began to stomp the ground repeatedly like a storm, his feet crashing down in a relentless barrage that seemed capable of shattering the earth itself. Meanwhile, Li Ming rolled swiftly on the ground, desperately evading this series of frenzied attacks.
Each time Feng Tianlong's foot was about to crush Li Ming, he would roll aside at the last possible moment, dodging the potentially lethal blows. The ground cracked under Feng Tianlong's continuous stomping, fissures spreading like spider webs while dust swirled around them. The uneven terrain bore witness to the devastation, each strike powerful enough to reduce Li Ming to mere fragments.
Yet Li Ming understood that if this continued, he would eventually be cornered with nowhere to escape. Just as Feng Tianlong lifted his foot again to unleash another powerful blow, an idea struck Li Ming. He quickly grabbed a handful of sand from the ground and, using his rolling motion, flung it towards Feng Tianlong's face.
The sand arced through the air and flew straight into Feng Tianlong's eyes. His previously indifferent expression twisted into one of rage as the sand blinded him momentarily. Staggering, he rubbed at his eyes in an attempt to clear the stinging grit.
"Damn it...!" Feng Tianlong roared, struggling to open his eyes due to the irritation caused by the sand. He angrily swung his arms around but could not pinpoint Li Ming's location. This momentary loss of accuracy allowed Li Ming to seize the fleeting opportunity and retreat quickly, increasing the distance between himself and Feng Tianlong.
Feng Tianlong's furious roars echoed through the air as he wildly swung his fists around him; however, Li Ming had already moved from where he once stood. Breathing heavily with his heart racing, Li Ming knew he had only temporarily escaped danger. Feng Tianlong's strength far exceeded what he could handle, and the upcoming battle would be even more challenging.
Taking a deep breath, Li Ming bent his legs slightly and tensed his body like a drawn bow, gripping the hilt of his sword tightly as he steadied himself, trying to calm down. He understood that his opponent was immensely powerful; any misstep could lead to instant annihilation. Yet an unnamed fury surged within him like a wild beast, difficult to control.
Mo Shiu's voice echoed in his mind like a cold spring seeping into his consciousness. "Stay calm, Li Ming... Don't let anger cloud your judgment. Your enemy won't show mercy just because you lose control."
Li Ming shook his head vigorously in an attempt to dispel the burning rage within him, but it coiled around his reason like a venomous snake, ready to strike. Every time he closed his eyes, images of Feng Tianlong’s brutal slaughter replayed in his mind—the tragic deaths of soldiers and Master Han’s severe injuries ignited a fierce fire in his heart.
Just as Li Ming struggled to stabilize his emotions, Feng Tianlong’s low growl thundered like a clap of thunder. His eyes widened with fury; those blood-red orbs seemed ablaze with hatred. His muscles bulged as dark Spiritual Energy swirled around him like thick fog before converging violently into a concentrated mass of Black Qi at his fist.
"Die, worthless scum!" Feng Tianlong bellowed as he stomped down hard on the ground. The earth shattered instantly beneath him as he transformed into a streak of black lightning that shot toward Li Ming with astonishing speed. His fist came crashing down like a hammer of destruction, carrying with it an overwhelming force capable of obliterating everything in its path.
Li Ming's pupils suddenly constricted as he felt an overwhelming pressure bearing down on him. He gritted his teeth, forcing himself to suppress the fear rising within, and swiftly swung his sword, attempting to block the devastating attack. However, in the face of Feng Tianlong's terrifying power, Li Ming's defense seemed utterly insignificant.
Feng Tianlong's fist struck like a beast from the darkness, crashing against Li Ming's sword. Li Ming felt a jolt through his arm, as if his bones were about to shatter; the blade emitted a pained groan, as if it would break apart at any moment. The tremendous impact caused the ground beneath him to crack, and he was forced to stagger back several steps.
"Damn it..." Li Ming clenched his jaw, nearly losing grip on his sword. The powerful shockwave made his entire body tremble, and his anger surged even more fiercely. Yet he knew he could not let rage cloud his judgment. Feng Tianlong's relentless assault crashed over him like a tidal wave. Li Ming forced himself to remain calm, regaining his footing and preparing for the next onslaught.
Feng Tianlong's attacks came like a torrential storm. His fists were infused with dark Spiritual Energy, each strike capable of tearing through the air and shattering all obstacles. As his fists fell, Feng Tianlong's leg techniques were equally fierce, each kick carrying terrifying force that shook the ground.
Li Ming could only barely fend off Feng Tianlong's attacks with his sword; each clash sent numbness through his arms, nearly robbing him of sensation. His mind raced as he sought a way to counter this formidable opponent, knowing that any reckless move could lead to fatal consequences.
"I can't keep this up; I need to find his weakness..." Li Ming thought to himself while defending against the barrage.
Feng Tianlong launched another punch at him. Li Ming quickly sidestepped, swinging his sword in a lightning-fast arc in an attempt to counterattack. However, Feng Tianlong anticipated his move and suddenly lifted a leg, delivering a powerful kick toward Li Ming. Caught off guard, Li Ming could only raise his sword in a desperate block; the immense force sent him flying backward, crashing heavily onto the ground and spitting out blood.
"Li Ming, calm down!" Mo Shiu's voice echoed in Li Ming's mind, carrying an undeniable calmness and authority. "Feng Tianlong's form has changed. He survived the impact of the meteorite, which is indeed impressive, but don't forget that such recovery consumes vast amounts of Spiritual Energy. Although he still appears strong now, he is actually at the end of his rope."
Hearing this analysis sent a slight tremor through Li Ming’s heart. He immediately understood Mo Shiu's point: while Feng Tianlong seemed invincible, in reality, his strength had diminished significantly. The impact of the meteorite and subsequent recovery had undoubtedly drained most of his Spiritual Energy. Li Ming realized that although Feng Tianlong remained formidable, he was no longer as unshakeable as before.
Feng Tianlong charged at Li Ming once more, black Spiritual Energy coalescing around his fist as it bore down with destructive force. This time, Li Ming steadied himself; he no longer merely blocked but carefully observed every movement of Feng Tianlong, searching for a moment of vulnerability.
"He doesn't have much Spiritual Energy left; this is our chance!" Li Ming resolved inwardly and swiftly shifted from defense to offense, aiming to corner Feng Tianlong. Even though the opponent was still fearsome, Li Ming knew that if he seized the opportunity, Feng Tianlong would no longer be able to maintain his current strength.
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