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Feng Tianlong was pushed to the brink by Li Ming's relentless attacks. In a fit of rage, he forced the remaining Spiritual Energy within him to erupt. The black-red Spiritual Energy surged upwards like a violent tornado, pushing Li Ming back several steps. A searing pain radiated from Feng Tianlong's chest, as if flames were burning inside him; the more it hurt, the fiercer his anger burned. He roared, his eyes bloodshot, and swung his fists wildly at Li Ming.
However, in that moment, Li Ming perceived Feng Tianlong's attacks as nothing more than a slow and chaotic storm. Each punch and kick was easily anticipated; every trajectory and angle was laid bare before him. Li Ming's mind was unusually calm, his gaze sharp like that of an eagle, precisely predicting every move Feng Tianlong made.
Feng Tianlong's fists came crashing down with tremendous force, yet they only struck air. Li Ming deftly sidestepped the blow and executed a roll to evade Feng Tianlong's subsequent elbow strike. As Feng Tianlong threw several punches in succession, Li Ming effortlessly dodged each one, making them seem as harmless as a child's flailing fists.
The more Feng Tianlong attacked, the more intertwined his anger and fear became. He felt as though he was exerting every ounce of strength with each punch, yet he couldn't even brush against the hem of Li Ming's clothes. This sensation filled him with frustration and rage. He swung his fists madly, trying to overwhelm Li Ming, but Li Ming moved with the grace of a serpent, completely controlling the rhythm of the battle.
In this moment, Li Ming remained unwavering. He understood that although Feng Tianlong was filled with fury, it was precisely this uncontrollable anger that made his movements increasingly predictable. Li Ming's calmness and precision gave him an undeniable advantage in this confrontation.
As Feng Tianlong's attacks continued to yield no results, his agitation and fury grew uncontrollable. Each punch and kick, despite being infused with powerful and fierce Spiritual Energy, failed to touch Li Ming even slightly. He felt like a beast trapped in quicksand; the more he struggled, the more powerless he became.
Anger flooded Feng Tianlong's mind as he suddenly swung both hands. Black Dragon Fire rapidly coalesced from his palms, transforming into a swirling black fire dragon that lunged at Li Ming with bared fangs and claws. With bloodshot eyes, Feng Tianlong poured all his Spiritual Energy into this attack, attempting to engulf Li Ming entirely in this terrifying Black Dragon Fire.
Yet again, Li Ming nimbly evaded the assault. The Black Dragon Fire grazed his shoulder before crashing into the ground with a thunderous explosion that sent scorching flames and smoke billowing into the air. Feng Tianlong let out a roar and waved his hands again; more Black Dragon Fire surged around him like countless black venomous snakes, charging towards Li Ming with devastating force.
"You worthless piece of trash!" Feng Tianlong spat venomously, his voice sharp and grating. "Do you think you can win? You're nothing but a lowly insect! I'll make sure you die without dignity!"
Surrounded by the Black Dragon Fire, Li Ming remained as calm as ever. He meticulously tracked every movement of the flames, dodging them without haste. Feng Tianlong's shouts and insults seemed trivial in his ears—like a cornered beast struggling helplessly without any real threat.
"You will always be a failure!" Feng Tianlong's tone grew increasingly frantic as his attacks became more chaotic and uncoordinated. He tried to pierce Li Ming’s spirit with words, but each attempt was effortlessly countered by Li Ming’s impeccable defense.
The more ineffective Feng Tianlong's attacks became, the more vicious his words turned. "You don't deserve to stand before me! You have no value at all!" he bellowed as Spiritual Energy surged almost frantically from his body; yet all of it was merely futile struggle.
Li Ming looked at Feng Tianlong, his heart increasingly clear that this once formidable opponent was now being gradually consumed by his own fear and anger. His attacks had become chaotic and powerless; the frenzied Black Dragon Fire no longer posed a real threat, merely the last desperate struggle of a man losing control.
In Li Ming's eyes, Feng Tianlong's figure no longer appeared as invincible as before. He was now just a cornered failure, trapped by his own rage and despair.
In Li Ming's mind, Mo Shiu let out a cold, disdainful laugh, like a wise observer who saw through everything, mocking without restraint. "Is this what he calls strength? The current Feng Tianlong is nothing more than a mad beast. What remains of him?" Mo Shiu's tone was filled with contempt. "He may have once been a respectable opponent with astonishing potential and power, but now, this appearance is truly laughable."
Li Ming remained calm, focusing intently on Feng Tianlong, sensing the chaos and instability of his Spiritual Energy. Although Feng Tianlong's attacks were fierce, they had lost their accuracy and threat; his heart had been completely devoured by anger and fear, rendering him a prisoner unable to escape.
"He has walked down a dead end," Mo Shiu continued coldly in Li Ming's mind. "He has lost his reason, lost his clear fighting instincts; now he is nothing but a meaningless shell. Such an opponent no longer deserves to be called strong."
Li Ming took a deep breath, feeling the surge of power within him. His eyes sparkled with light reflected by the thunder. He knew that this battle was nearing its end; Feng Tianlong's fate was already sealed.
"It’s time to make your move," Mo Shiu's voice carried a hint of ruthless coldness. "Don't give him any more chances; finish him off."
Li Ming nodded, his gaze becoming more resolute. As Feng Tianlong's Black Dragon Fire surged towards him again, Li Ming's Spiritual Energy surged once more. His movements were as swift as lightning, and in an instant, he appeared before Feng Tianlong. With a swing of his fist, Thunder Power erupted instantly, striking directly at Feng Tianlong's chest.
Feng Tianlong felt an intense sense of crisis in that moment; however, by the time he realized it, Li Ming's hand had already pierced through his chest. At that moment, time seemed to freeze. Feng Tianlong's eyes widened in disbelief as he stared at Li Ming, unable to comprehend what was happening before him. His lips trembled as he emitted low and indistinct sounds, like a roar or an incantation, but all the former authority and arrogance had vanished.
Li Ming's arm was deeply embedded in Feng Tianlong’s chest, feeling the tremors of his body. Feng Tianlong’s form visibly shrank before his eyes; the once robust figure was rapidly losing weight as Spiritual Energy poured out of him like a flood.
Feng Tianlong's knees buckled weakly to the ground; the expression on his face shifted from shock to profound despair. His hands hung limply at his sides as if he could no longer muster any strength. His breath grew weaker and weaker; the once powerful warrior now appeared utterly helpless, as if all life force had been drained from him.
Li Ming looked coldly at him, maintaining the position of his arm piercing through Feng Tianlong’s chest without a trace of pity or hesitation in his eyes. He understood well that this was Feng Tianlong’s final moment; there would be no possibility of retaliation left.
Feng Tianlong's head hung low, his lips still murmuring something, but the words grew fainter until they vanished into the wind. As the Spiritual Energy completely dissipated, Feng Tianlong's body began to weaken, as if it could collapse at any moment. He had once been so powerful, so fearless, but now he was nothing more than a powerless shell, ultimately unable to escape the fate that awaited him.
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