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Feng Tianlong suddenly felt an uncontrollable, intense pain surging within him, as if his internal organs were being crushed. His muscles spasmed from the agony, and everything around him became a blur. Qin Tian's voice echoed in his mind, tinged with a hint of threat and impatience: "Remember, this is the last time I help you, Feng Tianlong... Hurry up and deal with that annoying guy, or else..."
Qin Tian's voice gradually faded, overshadowed by layers of pain. Feng Tianlong could no longer clearly hear the last few words; all that remained was a deafening roar in his ears. The pain rampaged through his body, each cell feeling as if it were burning and exploding. His consciousness was consumed by this extreme suffering, leaving no room for anything but endless rage and hatred.
At that moment, Feng Tianlong felt a powerful force erupting within him—a red Spiritual Energy surged violently through his meridians like flames. His body could not withstand the impact of this force; his skin began to crack, blood flowing from the fissures. Yet none of this could quell the fury raging inside him.
"Ahhh!" Feng Tianlong could no longer endure it; he let out a beast-like roar. His eyes turned crimson, hatred spreading like wildfire in his heart. His strength was steadily increasing as the red Spiritual Energy poured out of him, enveloping his body as if it were about to consume him entirely.
"Li Ming..." Feng Tianlong's voice was low and hoarse, filled with boundless hatred and murderous intent. "I want you dead!"
At this moment, he was completely consumed by hatred, devoid of reason—only endless rage and a desire to kill Li Ming remained. The red Spiritual Energy burned around him like a raging inferno, growing stronger with his uncontrollable anger, as if it would tear the entire world apart.
Li Ming suddenly threw a punch, gathering Thunder Power around his fist; lightning danced along his arm as if heaven's wrath had descended. The punch struck directly against Feng Tianlong's solid chest muscles, unleashing a violent shockwave that seemed to crack the very air itself. However, to Li Ming's astonishment, Feng Tianlong remained unfazed; his body merely trembled slightly before he absorbed the powerful impact.
"How is this possible..." A flicker of disbelief crossed Li Ming's eyes, but he had no time to ponder further as Feng Tianlong began to counterattack.
A wild light flashed in Feng Tianlong's eyes as he let out a low growl and lunged forward, headbutting Li Ming squarely on the forehead. Li Ming felt darkness engulf him; it was as if a giant hammer had struck his head. Intense pain surged through him instantly, blurring his vision and forcing him to stumble backward several steps.
"How can this be... How does he suddenly have such strength again..." Waves of shock crashed within Li Ming. Just moments ago, Feng Tianlong had been on the brink of exhaustion, nearly depleted of Spiritual Energy. Yet now, that power surged back into him like a tidal wave.
Feng Tianlong coldly stared at Li Ming, eyes filled with mockery and fury. "Did you think you could win against me?" His voice was low and hoarse, laced with chilling murderous intent. "I am Feng Tianlong! Nothing can defeat me!"
Li Ming clenched his fists tightly, every muscle in his body tensed with anxiety. He knew this battle would be a life-and-death struggle. Feng Tianlong's power had revived once more; now he was more dangerous than ever before.
Although Feng Tianlong's power was formidable, Li Ming knew he could not lose his composure. Suddenly, the voice of Mo Shiu echoed in his mind, calm and resolute: "Li Ming, stay calm! Feng Tianlong's strength may be fierce, but the true key to victory lies in technique, not brute force."
Taking a deep breath, Li Ming gradually calmed his emotions. He understood that only by responding with composure could he find Feng Tianlong's weaknesses. He assumed a stance, firmly planting his feet on the ground, leaning slightly forward, and clenched his fists to gather strength within him. Spiritual Energy surged like a tide from his dantian to every part of his body.
Feng Tianlong's furious roar reverberated across the battlefield, his eyes bloodshot as if possessed by a beast. He raised his fist, enveloped in dark Red Aura, charging at Li Ming like a ferocious animal. Each step shook the ground beneath him, his momentum threatening to obliterate anything that stood in his way.
Li Ming's gaze was sharp as a blade, fixated on every movement of Feng Tianlong. His heartbeat slowed, all his senses focused on this moment. Li Ming knew that if Feng Tianlong's punch landed, he would be severely injured; yet he felt no hesitation—only increased focus.
Feng Tianlong's fist approached like a small mountain, bearing an unmatched force. Just as the fist was about to strike Li Ming, he suddenly darted to the left, evading the fierce attack. Feng Tianlong's fist crashed into the ground with tremendous force, instantly cracking the earth and sending dust flying.
Li Ming did not give Feng Tianlong any chance to recover; he swiftly maneuvered to Feng Tianlong's side, channeling Spiritual Energy into his right fist and launching a powerful strike at Feng Tianlong's ribs. This was a clever angle that bypassed Feng Tianlong's frontal assault and targeted his weakness.
Feng Tianlong roared as he turned to retaliate, but Li Ming had already pulled back quickly, creating distance once more and stabilizing himself for the next attack.
"Power is indeed great, but in true combat, calmness and technique are the deadliest weapons," Li Ming silently reminded himself, his gaze growing more determined. He knew that as long as he maintained this mindset, victory would ultimately tip in his favor.
Both Li Ming and Feng Tianlong raised their fists for close combat; their punches whistled through the air like a raging wind, creating sharp sounds as if the air itself were being torn apart. Their brawl had transcended an ordinary exchange of blows; it had become a tempest of fury filled with destructive power and brutal resolve.
Li Ming's fists carried Thunder Power; each strike was heavy as a thousand pounds, akin to thunderclaps striking at Feng Tianlong's vital points. Unyielding, Feng Tianlong retaliated with fists wrapped in dark Red Aura; each punch was like an earthquake, astonishingly powerful. Every clash between them seemed to trigger mini earthquakes on the battlefield.
Feng Tianlong unleashed a punch while Li Ming quickly raised his arm to block it; however, the immense force sent pain coursing through Li Ming’s arm, nearly dislocating it. Laughing maniacally, Feng Tianlong rained down punches like a torrential downpour. Li Ming could only retreat repeatedly yet still managed to hold his ground. Their fists collided in mid-air with deep rumbling sounds; the waves of Spiritual Energy erupted like fierce winds that stirred up dust and cracked the ground beneath them.
Li Ming focused solely on defense, dodging Feng Tianlong’s fierce attacks until he seized an opening. Suddenly lowering himself, he delivered a powerful punch to Feng Tianlong’s abdomen. This blow contained all of Li Ming’s strength and struck directly at Feng Tianlong’s ribs. Feng Tianlong staggered slightly, blood appearing at the corner of his mouth; yet undeterred by pain, he grew even angrier and roared as he prepared to strike again.
The fists of the two men clashed, stirring up the dust of the battlefield like a raging storm. The sounds of their punches, the thud of their feet on the ground, and the pained groans accompanying each heavy blow formed a terrifying symphony of battle.
Li Ming felt his stamina gradually waning, each punch from Feng Tianlong weighing down on him like a mountain, making his body feel increasingly heavy. Despite this, Li Ming persevered, each strike aimed at depleting Feng Tianlong's Spiritual Energy, slowly turning the tide of battle in his favor.
Feng Tianlong's eyes gleamed with a frenzied light as his fists rained down like a tempest, attempting to crush Li Ming in one fell swoop. Yet Li Ming stood firm, like a ship in a storm—rocking precariously but never being drawn into the eye of the tempest. With an unparalleled calmness, he faced Feng Tianlong's wild assaults, resolute and unwavering.
This heart-pounding melee unfolded like a violent storm on the chaotic battlefield, where both their strength and will reached their zenith. The outcome of this decisive battle would soon be determined amidst the torrential downpour.
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