Lord of the Desert

Chapter 380 Breaking the Wind
Cheers exploded in the silence, like a cliff falling into the river.

The cold young man on the terrace was about to express his admiration by clapping his fan bones, but he saw Tang Xingqing's temples were wet with sweat and she breathed a sigh of relief as if she had lost strength.

"What happened to my sister?"

he expressed concern.

"I lost."

Tang Xingqing murmured.

"They just exchanged ten moves in total. It was my turn to fight against anyone, and I've already lost."

Her voice was serious, but she didn't sound depressed.

The young talents were skeptical.

"Miss Tang, you are underestimating yourself. Didn't you and Chisha fight for more than a hundred moves?"

A young man in a worldly-wise manner laughed and said.

"This is a ring battle, the radius is only ten feet, if you take the Tianyuan position, it will only be seven feet, and the ice surface is smooth, there is no cover or obstacle at all."

Tang Xingqing glanced at him with a sharp tone.

"Can you see the difference?"

The atmosphere became extremely quiet and no one dared to refute her anymore.

At the same time, Feng Tianqing leaned on the gun with one hand and wiped the blood from his lips.

"Red Sand and Thunder Flash Step are indeed worthy of their reputation."

He praised generously, opening and closing the ring finger and pinky finger of his left hand in turn to confirm damage to the extensor tendons.

"If your move just now had missed, you would have been thrown out of the ring - after all, the Sand Wing is not as flexible as the Wind Crossing Technique."

"I took advantage of you because of this venue restriction."

Feng Tianqing pointed to the four areas of the arena.

Leng Luoli raised his eyebrows when he heard the words.

"Duan Tiannan, I set up the arena for the convenience of spectators. Now it seems unfair?"

She asked, tilting her head.

"It doesn't matter."

Duan Tiannan replied calmly.

"Brother Hong won't care either."

He watched Hong Fan's sand armor thicken and his body grow to two meters and five, and nodded silently.

When trying to use the rules to set a trap and fail to steal the chicken, they built a strong camp and consumed the enemy's energy.

Comparing each item individually, Duan Tiannan doesn't think that Hong Fan is the best in the same realm in any one item, but he is undoubtedly very comprehensive and has the combat IQ to master such comprehensiveness.

Feng Tianqing also felt the same.

"The Desert Battle Armor was originally rated as a second-grade armor, but now it is said to have been recognized as a first-grade armor."

He watched his opponent's killing method with admiration.

It is visibly hard throughout the body, except for the slightly thinner head shell, which leaves a gap for the eye.

"But whether Armor is good or not, you still have to try it to know..."

Feng Tianqing spun around, gathered his strength, and threw the flying knife with all his strength.

The blow was heavy and fast, aimed at the left eye.

Hong Fan raised his arm to block, and the thickness of the sand armor changed, cutting off his vision.

In just a flash of time, he discovered that his opponent's belt was empty, but he did not hear any sound of breaking air.

Feng Tianqing started to accelerate and fired the shot for the second time.

Just as Hong Fan was adjusting his position, seven flying knives pierced into the joints of Sha Jia from different positions in his blind spots, causing the non-Newtonian fluid to self-lock.

Tang Xingqing felt nervous when she saw her tactics being replicated.

Hong Fan's limbs stiffened, and he let the sand flow toward his abdomen, barely blocking the attack.

Feng Tianqing broke away from the attack, drew his gun and retreated.

“Stronger than I thought.”

He couldn't suppress his curiosity.

"You clearly can't judge where the hidden weapon will land, but the sand armor is still able to protect you. This shows that hardening doesn't rely on conscious control."

"When separated, they are tiny grains of sand. When gathered together, they flow like water and are stronger than steel. Moreover, this phase change triggers stress..."

Hong Fan said nothing.

"Amazing killing method, amazing talent!"

Feng Tianqing sighed to himself, and his curiosity quickly cooled into regret.

"The Tiangang Divine Wind Sutra is slightly weak in single-point destructive power. I used all my strength in that shot just now, but it still couldn't penetrate your strengthened defense."

"But you have to actively control this kind of enhancement, right?"

"What if you can't see?"

He spoke softly, as if he could see Hong Fan's eyes through the black slits of Sha Jia's eyes.

"I'm going to get serious now."

As soon as these words were spoken, the spiritual energy in the world suddenly became active.

A swirling air current rolled up on the ice pounding machine, and the speed was getting faster and faster.

All the sand and gravel floating on the ground and in the air were blown away - Feng Tianqing knew that they were all messengers from the Star God.

Hong Fan rushed forward to attack, but his speed was much slower than that of his opponent due to his heavy armor, so he could not catch up.

Soon, the whirlwind became not just wind, but a knife.

The surface of the sand armor is constantly hardened due to stress, and although it only affects the shallow layer, it still reduces its mobility by 50%.

More importantly, when Hong Fan discovered that his eyelid was cut, he was forced to close the slit of his eye.

The armor blocked the vision, and the sound of the wind blocked the hearing.

But in the eyes of the onlookers, Feng Tianqing seemed to be in his element, even hovering and gliding in the strong wind.

The tornado continued to cover the entire ring.

Hong Fan opened the flame cage, and the heat dissipated in an instant. The sand fog and the like could not be maintained for a moment, so he could only punch blindly.

He has already shown signs of defeat.

"How can Feng Tianqing have such a terrifying amount of true energy?"

Tang Xingqing was deeply shocked and gritted her teeth.

Although she was unwilling, she knew that Hong Fan was doomed to lose.

Everyone else thinks so.

The sand giant is in a dilemma.

Feng Tianqing brandished his spear, and after several attempts, he lightly stabbed Hong Fan in the neck with the first spear.

The sand nail hardened but did not thicken.

He went to three points of alert.

He changed his position and stabbed Hong Fan's left shoulder with the second spear, using 60% of his strength.

When the gun came out, half an inch of blood appeared.

The sand giant swung his arms belatedly, but missed completely.

"ended."

Leng Luoli glanced at Duan Tiannan, who had an unpleasant expression on his face, and stood up from his seat, ready to intervene at any time.

At this point, Feng Tianqing no longer hesitated.

He swung the Zhongping Spear for the third time in this battle, using all the strength granted by the dragon blood to stab Hong Fan in the right chest.

The shot was graceful, wanton and unexpected.

To the point that it seems a bit stupid in Hong Fan's eyes.

From beginning to end, he never lost his goal - Feng Tianqing was a legitimate dragon heir, and his bloodline concentration was also top-notch among first-class families. In the perception of the Dragon Soul Tree, it was as bright as a torch.

He slid his right foot back a foot and moved close to avoid the tip of the gun.

Hong Fan raised his right arm and followed his opponent's momentum, grabbing Feng Tianqing's neck exactly.

It was almost like the two of them were working in tandem.

The moment the gun tip hit empty air, all the hairs on Feng Tianqing's body stood up.

His throat was grabbed by five iron fingers and then lifted up violently.

Hong Fan twisted his waist and shoulders, exerted 120% of his strength, and threw the man in his palm down fiercely.

There was a muffled bang.

Cracks appeared on the ice surface, Feng Tianqing bounced off the ground, and then was hit in the face by a fist as big as a casserole, and blasted into the ice.

"That's enough, the winner is decided!"

Leng Luoli shouted loudly, and took the initiative to break the ice at the last moment to reduce the damage.

"The winner is Jin Hai Hong Fan."

This result shocked not only the mortals watching the battle, but even the Yuanci and innate masters.

The wind and the sand both dispersed.

Hong Fan stood up straight and looked at Feng Tianqing lying on his back disabled, with golden blood oozing from his mouth and nose.

Behind the two men, the muddy and surging cheers were swelling up like a giant, as if they were going to crush the river bend and turn the world upside down.

"How did you see that shot?"

Feng Tianqing asked as he spat out the surging blood with difficulty.

Hong Fan didn't say a word and turned to leave the stage.

The Yuanci masters were also confused.

Hong Fan made a prediction the moment Sha Jia touched the tip of the gun - this was Leng Jindu's guess.

The soles of Feng Tianqingyi's boots might have been stained with sand while he was sewing them - this is what Gong Zhengping said.

Hong Fan spread gravel in the ice crevice to sense footsteps through vibrations - this was Duan Tiannan's speculation.

But these explanations either make Hong Fan seem too capable or make Feng Tianqing seem too stupid.

Only Tang Shaoyou remained silent.

He was dressed in a white robe today, without the iconic iron scales, and was exceptionally silent.

But no matter what, the result of this battle has been witnessed by thousands of people, and the winner has no obligation to disclose the method.

The crowd surrounded Hong Fan and returned to the inn. Half an hour later, they flowed back into the streets and alleys, resuming the basic operations of the city.

The news of Chisha's victory over Zhuifengbu is spreading along the surrounding roads, and will be listed on the Shenjing Prodigy List next month, and even spread throughout the world.

The next day, early in the morning.

When the morning light filled the city, the Victorious Army's cavalry left the south gate and set out on their journey home.

"Last night at midnight, I traveled two hundred miles east to meet with Tang Laojian."

Duan Tiannan rode his horse closer to Hong Fan and spoke in a low voice.

"You know that this incident was not his idea. It was the young lady from the Tang family who didn't want you to die, so she persuaded him."

He said, tilting his head.

Hong Fan was startled when he heard the words, and looked back as he gestured, and found Tang Xingqing standing tall on the city wall - when she saw someone looking at her, she hurriedly raised her chin.

He then pulled up the reins and dismounted, holding back his smile and emotion, made the shape of "thank you" with his mouth, and bowed solemnly.

When he looked up after the ceremony, Tang Xingqing's figure had disappeared behind the battlements.

(End of this chapter)