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Li Ming hung upside down in the air, facing off against Feng Tianlong, his fists raining down like a storm upon Feng Tianlong's face and chest. Each punch contained all of Li Ming's strength, attempting to break through Feng Tianlong's defenses. However, Feng Tianlong merely deflected Li Ming's relentless attacks with one hand, a mocking smile on his face, appearing utterly relaxed as if he were toying with a completely unthreatening opponent.
"Do you really think you can defeat me with such weak power?" Feng Tianlong sneered, his wrist moving like a snake. Every time Li Ming's fist approached, he effortlessly neutralized the attack without any pressure.
Li Ming felt an increasing heaviness in his heart; at this rate, he would never shake Feng Tianlong. Just as he began to doubt his tactics, the deep and calm voice of Mo Shiu echoed in his mind: "Do not engage him in his area of expertise... Look for his weaknesses!"
This voice was like a wake-up call, pulling Li Ming out of his anxious confrontation. He realized that Feng Tianlong's strength lay not only in his power but also in his mastery of combat techniques and overwhelming advantage. If he continued to clash with him head-on, he would only be toyed with.
Forcing himself to calm down, Li Ming stopped his futile barrage and began to carefully observe Feng Tianlong's movements. As his fists collided with Feng Tianlong's palm, he shifted his focus from Feng Tianlong's face to every subtle detail on his body. Although Feng Tianlong appeared impervious on the surface, Li Ming believed that no matter how powerful an enemy was, there would always be a weakness.
A flicker of disdain crossed Feng Tianlong's eyes; he thought Li Ming was merely succumbing to despair and unable to retaliate. But Li Ming's gaze grew increasingly calm as he watched Feng Tianlong's movements, searching for that slight opening.
"Stay calm, Li Ming," Mo Shiu's voice resonated again in his mind. "No matter how strong the opponent is, there will always be a fatal flaw. Find it and strike decisively!"
Li Ming nodded slightly; although it seemed like he was still clashing with Feng Tianlong, he had already begun to change his strategy. He concentrated his strength at a precise point, preparing to unleash a lethal strike at any moment.
Feng Tianlong continued to block each of Li Ming's attacks with arrogance and no sense of caution. However, his confidence blinded him to the determination and insight reflected in Li Ming’s eyes. In this seemingly flawless battle, Li Ming’s counterattack was brewing; he was ready to tear through Feng Tianlong’s defenses at the most unexpected moment.
Li Ming’s heart gradually calmed down; the once fierce battle seemed to slow down as he began to analyze the current situation clearly. Feng Tianlong’s power was undoubtedly overwhelming; it felt as if every punch could bring about cataclysmic destruction. Yet Li Ming knew that no matter how strong the force was, there would always be limits. Although Feng Tianlong’s body had been honed to near perfection, ordinary attacks could not inflict substantial harm on him. However, that did not mean he lacked weaknesses.
As Li Ming continued to confront Feng Tianlong, he rapidly pondered the current situation within himself. While Feng Tianlong’s physical prowess was indeed formidable—like an impregnable fortress—his Spiritual Energy was nearing depletion. From previous battles, Li Ming had observed that Feng Tianlong must have expended a significant amount of Spiritual Energy to survive the impact of the meteorite. Even now, he continuously used Spiritual Energy to enhance both his attacks and defenses.
“Spiritual Energy... that is his weakness,” Li Ming silently mused. He understood clearly that once Feng Tianlong’s Spiritual Energy was completely exhausted, his physical strength would inevitably decline and might even become indistinguishable from an ordinary person’s. At that point, he would have the opportunity to turn the tide of battle.
Feng Tianlong's every attack remained as fierce as thunder, but Li Ming no longer devoted all his energy to countering these strikes. He began to deliberately prolong the battle, allowing Feng Tianlong to expend more of his Spiritual Energy. Li Ming's tactics became increasingly flexible; he no longer engaged in a head-on clash but instead used clever evasions and counterattacks to draw Feng Tianlong into an endless war of attrition.
"Delay, the longer I hold out, the closer victory comes to me," Li Ming resolved in his heart.
Feng Tianlong's expression grew darker as he sensed his strength gradually waning. He could not understand why Li Ming was able to persist under such circumstances. Attempting to quicken the pace, Feng Tianlong sought to end the battle swiftly, only to find that Li Ming skillfully evaded each of his lethal blows and retaliated at critical moments.
Li Ming calculated silently that Feng Tianlong's Spiritual Energy was becoming increasingly depleted; each subsequent attack accelerated his opponent's collapse. The longer the battle dragged on, the more advantageous it became for him. As long as he could hold on, Feng Tianlong would inevitably weaken due to exhaustion of his Spiritual Energy, at which point Li Ming would seize victory in one fell swoop.
Feng Tianlong's attacks remained ferocious, yet in Li Ming's eyes, that seemingly endless momentum began to appear hollow. With the continuation of the fight, Li Ming's confidence grew bit by bit. He knew that the scales of victory were slowly tilting in his favor.
The soldiers watched the battle with bated breath; when they saw Li Ming being lifted and battered by Feng Tianlong, they felt a chill run through them. The giant form of Feng Tianlong and his unmatched strength made every strike he delivered feel terrifying. Each of Li Ming's counterattacks seemed easily deflected by Feng Tianlong, appearing as futile struggles.
"Is this... our hope?" one soldier murmured, his voice laced with deep despair.
The situation on the battlefield was extremely perilous; Li Ming appeared so small beneath Feng Tianlong's fists. With each heavy blow, it seemed impossible for him to rise again. His body was thrown to the ground multiple times like a withered leaf caught in a storm. This only deepened the soldiers' sense of hopelessness; the battle between cultivators had far exceeded their comprehension, and Li Ming seemed powerless against such a formidable foe.
"He might not hold on much longer..." another soldier whispered pessimistically, filled with fear and helplessness.
However, just as everyone was anxiously sweating for Li Ming, Chen Yao smiled. Her smile seemed particularly unusual at this moment, yet it concealed a hint of confidence and reassurance. She understood that Li Ming's current situation did not signify failure; rather, it was a clever tactic.
"Don't worry," Chen Yao said softly, her tone filled with trust in Li Ming. "He knows what he's doing."
The soldiers looked at Chen Yao in surprise; although they could not fully grasp her words, they seemed to see a glimmer of hope in her expression. Chen Yao knew that Li Ming was employing an unconventional strategy; he maintained his composure under pressure while continuously wearing down Feng Tianlong’s strength.
"He is stronger than we imagined," Chen Yao thought to himself, feeling a genuine admiration for Li Ming's wisdom and resilience.
Although the situation in the battle seemed perilous, Chen Yao understood that Li Ming was waiting for that moment, waiting for Feng Tianlong's Spiritual Energy to be depleted, waiting for the perfect opportunity to counterattack. Even though Feng Tianlong currently held the upper hand, the true outcome of the battle had yet to be determined.
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