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Feng Tianlong's patience had run out; he no longer wished to engage in unnecessary entanglements with Li Ming. His eyes were filled with murderous intent as he suddenly raised his hand, striking down towards Li Ming with a knife-hand attack. This blow was infused with a violent surge of Spiritual Energy, crashing into Li Ming's chest like a thunderbolt.
In that instant, Li Ming instinctively crossed his arms to defend against the lethal strike. The knife-hand struck hard against his arm, and the immense force swept over him like a tidal wave, causing his entire body to tremble violently. His bones creaked under the pressure, and pain coursed through him like electric currents.
For a moment, it felt as if his arm had been crushed; the unbearable pressure bent his body, but that was not the end. A glint of ruthlessness flashed in Feng Tianlong's eyes as he suddenly exerted more force, hurling Li Ming upwards into the sky.
Li Ming instantly lost his balance, his body soaring like a kite with its string cut. He spun wildly in the air, limbs flailing helplessly as he struggled to regain control. The rapid rotation blurred his vision and made him feel nauseous.
The sky spun around him—ground, sky, ground—everything became chaotic and disordered, leaving him unable to discern direction. Memories of previous battles flooded his mind, becoming hazy at this moment. The violent tumbling made him dizzy, as if he were on the verge of losing consciousness.
However, Li Ming forced himself to stay awake. He knew that losing consciousness would lead to his destruction. Gritting his teeth, he struggled to control his body, attempting to find a balance in mid-air and prepare for the upcoming fight.
Feng Tianlong stood on the ground, charged with Spiritual Energy beneath his feet. His leg muscles tensed like a beast ready to pounce, aiming at the helplessly spinning Li Ming in the air. With a low growl, Feng Tianlong leaped up like a cannonball fired from its barrel, closing in on Li Ming in an instant.
As Li Ming spun through the air, dizziness overwhelmed him; his stomach churned violently as if it were about to expel everything he had eaten. At that moment, Mo Shiu's voice echoed in his mind like a bolt of lightning cutting through his foggy consciousness: "Wake up! He's coming for you!"
Li Ming forced himself to focus, taking a deep breath to suppress the nausea rising within him. Just as he managed to stabilize his awareness, Feng Tianlong was already before him; his fist descended like a massive hammer, carrying an unstoppable force aimed at Li Ming.
With great difficulty, Li Ming raised his arms to block Feng Tianlong's attack. The violent impact sent waves of numbness through his arms, propelling him backward once again. Feng Tianlong showed no mercy; following up immediately with several heavy punches that struck Li Ming like Thunder Power.
Li Ming struggled to maintain his balance in mid-air and could not mount an effective counterattack. He could only grit his teeth and barely use his sword to deflect Feng Tianlong's relentless blows. Each collision felt as if his bones might shatter; pain spread through every cell in his body.
Feng Tianlong's fists rained down like a storm; each block made Li Ming tremble all over as strength gradually drained from him. His arms began to ache and weaken, nearing their limit. Yet he knew he could not fall; if he lost this battle, it would not just be him—humanity itself would plunge into an abyss of despair.
Under such pressure, Li Ming could only barely hold on, enduring the pain in his body and the extreme fatigue, swallowing the attacks from Feng Tianlong while waiting for his only chance to counterattack.
Feng Tianlong unleashed a furious assault on Li Ming, his fists and feet raining down like a storm, each strike carrying devastating power. His eyes burned with the flames of anger, as if he wanted to tear Li Ming apart completely. However, amidst this relentless barrage, Feng Tianlong gradually sensed a hint of unease.
Though his body remained powerful, the inner flow of Spiritual Energy began to show slight fluctuations, making him feel that his strength was being drained unknowingly. With every punch and kick, his Spiritual Energy reserves diminished sharply, and this once proud and mighty physique started to feel heavy and sluggish.
Feng Tianlong knew he could no longer continue this endless onslaught. The depletion of his Spiritual Energy had reached a level he could not ignore, and the increasing fatigue made him feel exceptionally irritable. What puzzled him even more was that Li Ming was managing to hold on under his attacks, as if his offensive had lost its initial threat to the young man.
"This kid..." Feng Tianlong silently roared in his heart, his eyes fixed on Li Ming with fierce resentment. Each of his attacks was executed with extreme ferocity, his fists nearly grazing Li Ming's skin, yet at the last moment, Li Ming would evade or block them with minimal movement. This feeling of being unable to land a hit infuriated Feng Tianlong.
Although his attacks were powerful, each one was skillfully deflected by Li Ming. While Li Ming's defense was not perfect and caused him pain each time, it nonetheless rendered Feng Tianlong's strikes ineffective, like a seemingly weak yet unbreakable barrier. Each of Feng Tianlong's fierce assaults left him feeling frustrated; despite Li Ming's counterattacks posing no threat to him, the back-and-forth struggle drove him into a state of irritation.
Feng Tianlong resembled an enraged beast, continuously growling lowly, filled with an unquenchable fury. He felt like someone who had spotted an annoying cockroach in the kitchen; although it was clearly within sight, it had crawled up to the ceiling where he could only stare at its insignificant presence without being able to squash it with a single blow. This sense of powerlessness nearly drove him mad, but he knew that his Spiritual Energy could no longer sustain prolonged consumption. He had to end this confrontation quickly; otherwise, he too would find himself in dire straits.
"What is this kid really up to?" Feng Tianlong felt anxious inside. Although his attacks remained fierce, they no longer surged forward as they had before. He understood that he needed to find a critical breakthrough; otherwise, the outcome of this battle would become exceedingly unpredictable.
In the midst of the fierce clash with Feng Tianlong, Li Ming gradually noticed subtle changes on the opponent's face. These slight expressions might have been nearly imperceptible to others, but Li Ming keenly captured them through years of experience navigating society.
The arrogance and confidence that once shone in Feng Tianlong's eyes seemed to be gradually diminished under Li Ming's resilient yet flexible defense. The slight furrow of his brow and the flicker of impatience and agitation in his gaze indicated that he was beginning to lose his initial composure and calmness.
"He's taking the bait..." Li Ming felt a surge of triumph within himself. He knew that in such a prolonged stalemate, causing Feng Tianlong to waver in confidence was already his greatest victory. Everything had been intentional on his part; his goal was to undermine the opponent's confidence and patience before delivering a decisive blow at a critical moment.
Feng Tianlong—the once-mighty figure who had trampled over him—was now shaken because he could not defeat this person he had deemed a "weakling." In that moment, Li Ming seemed to see the glimmer of hope. For him now, all he needed to do was stoke the flames further and ignite the unease within Feng Tianlong completely, pushing him toward the brink of losing control.
Li Ming deliberately slowed down the pace, reducing the frequency of his attacks and feigning a slightly fatigued appearance, making Feng Tianlong believe that he was finally reaching his limit. In reality, his eyes remained fixed on Feng Tianlong, missing not a single subtle change in his expression. Li Ming understood clearly that the more Feng Tianlong fell into this illusion, the more eager he would become for victory. Once he completely lost his composure and revealed a flaw, it would be the perfect opportunity for Li Ming to counterattack.
"Feng Tianlong, your time is running out..." Li Ming thought to himself with a cold smirk. He intentionally quickened his breathing, putting on an act of being at the end of his rope, as if he might collapse at any moment. Yet inside, he felt an unprecedented calmness and clarity.
Feng Tianlong indeed took the bait; seeing Li Ming's state only fueled the fire of anger in his eyes. He roared as he charged at Li Ming, his strikes no longer calm and precise but filled with impatience and agitation, mixed with a hint of uncontrolled fury.
Li Ming observed Feng Tianlong's every move with a cool demeanor, rapidly calculating the best moment to counterattack. He realized that Feng Tianlong had unknowingly fallen into his rhythm, and now, all he needed was to stoke the flames further to gain complete control over the direction of the battle.
"Come on, Feng Tianlong, let me see just how long you can hold out..." Li Ming silently mused, a cold smile curling at the corners of his mouth. He knew that the outcome of this battle had already begun to tilt in his favor.
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