A spot outside the arena.
"Wang Bin's strength is not weak, but I didn't expect Fei Long's to be even stronger. No wonder he could kill Chou Ba Dao!" Tie Yunhan watched Yang Feilong defeat Wang Bin, sighing with emotion.
"Although he won, it seemed like a narrow victory. How many more can he defeat?" Xu Xinghe frowned upon hearing this.
"Based on the strength Yang has shown, he should only be able to defeat Wang Bin. But looking at his demeanor and thinking about what he said, perhaps he has only revealed a part of his strength," Old Fang said thoughtfully.
Whoosh!
A figure flickered and leaped onto the arena.
"Zhou Tong, I request your guidance!" Zhou Tong held his three-foot sword and cupped his fists.
"Come on!" Yang Feilong held his sword with one hand against his other palm, saying calmly. This Zhou Tong was also at the initial stage of the Celestial Martial Realm.
Huala!
The next moment, Zhou Tong disappeared from his spot.
Yang Feilong also moved, his sword pointed, and afterimages flickered.
Bang bang bang!
Loud clangs of metal resounded.
Despite being at the same Celestial Martial Realm, Zhou Tong's strength was significantly greater than Wang Bin's. Yang Feilong, relying solely on his true qi, was inferior to the opponent's internal energy. This was true not only for Zhou Tong but also for Wang Bin. Yang Feilong relied on his own unparalleled speed and extraordinary martial skills!
Even without using his special abilities, the flexible application of his three martial skills alone gave Yang Feilong combat power comparable to Zhou Tong's.
During the fight, Yang Feilong's Yin Yang Divine Art was constantly circulating within him.
His Qi Refining had reached the perfect fifth level, and the next step was to break through to the sixth. He hoped to exert his potential as much as possible through combat. If he could break through some bottlenecks of the perfect fifth level, he would soon be able to advance to Qi Refining level six!
Once he reached Qi Refining level six, he could easily defeat cultivators at the initial, or even middle, stage of the Celestial Martial Realm, without even using his special abilities!
Puchi!
A flash of blood appeared.
"Do you need to continue?" Yang Feilong pulled his sword from Zhou Tong's chest.
"I lost!" Zhou Tong looked at Yang Feilong with a complex expression. There was a trace of unwillingness, but more so, a genuine acceptance.
Before, Wang Bin had tested Yang Feilong's martial skills, which had made him wary of Yang Feilong's true and false sword techniques. However, even under such circumstances, he was still wounded by the opponent. This meant he was outmatched. Although his injury was a flesh wound, a light injury, in a real fight, Yang Feilong's sword thrust would have gone into his heart.
In that case, even if he didn't die, he would have been severely injured.
Therefore, he considered himself thoroughly defeated.
Zhou Tong stepped off the arena, and another person leaped onto it. He was also at the initial stage of the Celestial Martial Realm, but slightly stronger than Zhou Tong. He believed Yang Feilong was not much stronger than Zhou Tong and that his fight with Yang Feilong would be evenly matched. Although Yang Feilong had fought two consecutive battles, and he himself had fought Zhou Tong once and teamed up with someone to fight Fang Qingxue, he was not taking advantage of Yang Feilong.
This person also lost this battle.
The strength Yang Feilong displayed was slightly stronger than before, not much, but the opponent's combat awareness was too formidable!
"Do you intend to continue challenging?" a young man said coldly to Yang Feilong from below the arena.
"Continue! Why stop?" Yang Feilong grinned.
"Let's continue after you've recovered! I don't want to take advantage of you!" the young man said.
"The first three matches were just warm-ups. They didn't consume much energy for me," Yang Feilong shrugged.
"Arrogant!" The man's expression changed, and he laughed in anger.
He then leaped onto the arena.
Meanwhile, outside the arena.
"Is Feilong always like this?" Xu Xinghe asked Tie Yunhan.
"At the Blue Sea City police station, he was..." Tie Yunhan helplessly recounted what he knew.
He had naturally heard it from his nephew, Tie Rushan.
"Interesting!" Xu Xinghe smiled, with a hint of confusion on his face. "He managed to defeat three consecutive opponents, but their strength was similar. The Qin Gang who is about to appear is much stronger than those three. His realm is higher, and Qin Gang is not comparable to ordinary mid-stage Celestial Martial Realm cultivators."
"We'll know soon enough," Old Fang said with a smile.
"Indeed!" The two agreed.
On the arena, Yang Feilong looked at Qin Gang, a mid-stage Celestial Martial Realm cultivator. Qin Gang was the strongest opponent he had encountered so far. The previous three were vastly inferior to him. If he relied solely on his Qi Refining strength, it would be very difficult to defeat him.
But he needed such opponents to hone himself.
"I hope you don't disappoint me!" Yang Feilong looked at Qin Gang, a hint of anticipation on his face, and said.
"I don't know if I'll disappoint you, but I feel like you might disappoint me!" Qin Gang sneered. As he spoke, he raised his long spear, its edge sharp and menacing.
If he wants to be his goddess's boyfriend, he has to ask if I agree!
Boom!
The next moment, he took the initiative to attack!
Moreover, the strength Yang Feilong had shown so far posed no threat to him, but he did not dare to be careless. A quick victory might earn him a little more respect from his goddess.
Yang Feilong raised his sword and did not hesitate to unleash the Netherworld Sword Technique.
Bang bang bang!
In an instant, they exchanged blows several times. Yang Feilong was completely suppressed. It seemed that if not for his powerful movement technique, he might have already lost!
"Is that all the strength you have?" Qin Gang's mocking voice rang out.
Yang Feilong's expression remained calm, showing no trace of anger or panic despite being suppressed.
His combat awareness was fully displayed at this moment. Every time people thought Yang Feilong was about to be injured or knocked out of the arena, he managed to evade such crises, eliciting gasps from the crowd!
"What strong combat awareness, it's almost as good as mine!" Fang Qingxue watched Yang Feilong on the arena, and she did not show any contempt despite Yang Feilong being in a passive situation.
Although she had appeared dismissive of Yang Feilong before, it was simply her usual demeanor. However, when she inwardly assessed someone, that was her true opinion.
Yang Feilong was almost six years younger than her, and his cultivation had already reached the level of an ordinary mid-stage Celestial Martial Realm cultivator. Such talent was incredibly rare, no less than her own. Of course, although Yang Feilong's displayed abilities were strong in all aspects, she would not feel inferior because of it.
Because she herself was a top-tier prodigy, and a type who grew stronger with every setback. Having an opponent who could put pressure on her was a good thing for her, something she greatly anticipated.