Lord Sovereign

Early the next morning, Fei Hong got up early and adjusted his breath through meditation for half an hour. After breakfast, he stood outside the door waiting for Forge Hands.

After a night of high excitement, everything with his master had return to its previous state. By the time he saw Forge Hands again, the blacksmith had already recovered to that cold face blacksmith that he was. When he saw Fei Hong, he waved him over with his hand: "Listen carefully to what your teacher tells you. Today's competition will be very tough and dangerous. You can't underestimate it or else, you can lose your life. Every trick you know is required. Think ahead of a way out. If something goes wrong, it could be fatal."

Fei Hong was startled. He didn't expect his master to be so serious on the day. So, he couldn't help nodding, and followed him to the training ground.

There were not a lot of people on the training ground today, but only a dozen disciples who would participate in the next stage of the competition. After the championship was decided on the middle field, attention would be shifted to the field on the left side where Fei Hong was left.

The first round of the knockout round was unexpected. Those who were relatively weak were drawn to the strong combatants and were quickly eliminated. Fei Hong was even drawn with Senior Brother Lin from the Library of Books. But somehow, probably intentional, senior brother Lin consciously released the angong water crystal after only a few exchange of strikes.

In this way, Fei Hong, Ding Fei, Fang Wei and Zhang Long entered the final competition. Among the four, Zhang Long was the only one at the fourth level of the Embryonic Realm and has the highest cultivation strength. Ding Fei was talented and possessed a very powerful evil technique. Fang Wei, not to mention, had the superior body with the natural lightning attribute without any exception. Only Fei Hong among them surprised everyone. They couldn't help thinking and whispering it was out of sheer luck.

At this moment, all the competitions except for this left-side field were over. And all the disciples, masters, elders, and guests had gathered around this field. After all, these new disciples were the future of Angong.

The first battle of the four was between Zhang Long and Ding Fei.

"Hey, who do you think will win?"

Fei Hong who was looking around the arena with some nervousness, suddenly heard a loud voice behind him. He turned his head and saw that it was Zhou Daxia, the girl looking at him with big serious eyes.

Only then did he remember that Zhou Daxia had said a few days ago that she would cheer for him when he competed.

"I think Senior Brother Zhang Long has a bigger chance of winning." Fei Hong replied with a smile.

Zhou Daxia wrinkled her playful nose: "Well, anyone can win, as long as it isn't Ding Fei."

Seeing this little girl's serious face, Fei Hong couldn't help but laugh. His nervous mood improved.

At this moment Zhang Long had already ranked higher than Ding Fei in the eyes of other disciples and masters. Because the two sides had fought each other's many times before, there was no need to slowly test them again. They had to go for it. Every move would be a combination of various moves, which was very lively.

It stood to reason that this Zhang dragon was one level higher than Ding Fei's cultivation base. Hence it should be easy for him to win against the opponent. But Ding Fei relied on a strange foot technique to make Zhang Long confused and worn out. Also, he had his deadly had technique.

"Brother, what kind of technique does Ding Fei practice?" Cao Huan, standing on one side of the high platform with other elders, couldn't help but asked. He continued. "It looks like some kind of evil technique. It already looked so powerful on the third level of the Embryonic Realm, if..."

Seeing the worried look in Cao Huan's eyes, Cao Wang smiled bitterly: "It's the Nine Abyss Technique. This is precisely why I want to accept him as a disciple when he reaches the fourth level of the Embryonic Realm and teach him other techniques. After all, A disciple with such a high level of talent, our Sacred Sword Sect have not seen in decades..."

Cao Huan nodded thoughtfully, then looked at the arena again. Behind him, Cao Wang's disciple Mo Yu, who had been listening to the elders' words, had an extremely ugly expression. However, she continued to watch the battle.

The situation on the battle stage made everyone afraid to blink or turn their heads, for fear of missing any details.

Knowing Ding Fei's deadly technique, Zhang Long constantly disrupted Ding Fei's footwork with his huge iron fist and silver short blade. After more than a dozen rounds of deadly exchanges, Ding Fei appeared to be running out of his tolerance.

After all, Zhang Long's cultivation base was one level higher than Ding Fei's. Hence if the fight was to continue like this, it was obvious that Ding Fei would be exerted to death before he could knew it.

Thinking of this, Ding Fei sneered. He folded his palms, muttered some words in his mouth, and his feet were aligned. The bloody mist around his body suddenly rose to a few meters. He was completely enveloped in the blood mist in the blink of an eye.

Seeing this scene, the other elders on the high platform looked horrified. Mu Shuang, who was wearing a black veil, wrinkled her eyebrows, and murmured: "This is extremely evil. This person can't stay for long here. Although I don't know about the Nine Abyss technique he is practicing or where it comes from, just look at this weird blood mist, you can never keep him."

Cao Wang on one side shook his head without saying anything.

Seeing that Ding Fei was like this, Zhang Long did not dare to stay in the blood mist. After exchanging a few strikes, Zhang Long suddenly withdrew more than ten meters, looking at the huge blood mist with solemn expression.

This was not the same as the tactics used when Ding Fei was fighting with Fang Wei. Fei Hong, who was standing on the floor, began to palpitate secretly in his heart. Suddenly, he felt a soft, tender little hand grabbing his hand. It was as if out of nervousness.

Fei Hong was startled, and immediately knew that this was Zhou Daxia by his side. He couldn't help but blush and didn't know what to do.. So he had to stare hard at the competition in the court.