Black lotus

Lin Feng looked at Duan Wu Ya, the second prince, who, despite his royal status, was gentle and kind, treating others with generosity and lacking any airs, giving people a sense of approachability. With just a few words, he dispelled the tense atmosphere.

Duan Wu Ya bore some resemblance to Duan Feng's description. He was completely different from the eldest prince, Duan Wu Dao, though Lin Feng was unaware of just how tyrannical the latter was.

"This person is very formidable," Lin Feng thought to himself. As a leader, being tyrannical was formidable, but being approachable was equally so. Such people did not need to resort to intimidation; a single show of force would be enough to take lives.

Seeing Duan Wu Ya's gaze shift to the arena, Lin Feng nodded slightly. No matter how formidable this person was, the second prince had helped him before. The last time, Duan Wu Ya had served as his witness.

Turning his gaze, Lin Feng's eyes fell on Hei Mo. Just now, Hei Mo had kept his eyes closed, resting and indifferent to the outside world. Today, his goal was simple: to kill Lin Feng, establish dominance, and let others know that Hei Mo was not someone to be offended or challenged.

At this moment, Hei Mo opened his eyes, a cold and eerie glint flashing through them. Once again, Lin Feng saw those pitch-black flames burning in his pupils.

With a surging and icy sword intent, Hei Mo, as one of the top ten powerhouses of Tian Yi Academy, Lin Feng didn't dare to be careless.

"At the Fifth Stage of the Spirit Martial Realm, your sword intent is strong. No wonder you could kill someone at the Sixth Stage of the Spirit Martial Realm. However, with only this level of cultivation, you are not qualified to fight me. People like Zuning and Gong Lun, although also at the Sixth Stage of the Spirit Martial Realm, don't even have the qualifications to carry my shoes."

Watching Lin Feng, Hei Mo said coldly, his voice full of arrogance.

"I hope your strength matches your words," Lin Feng responded coldly. With a step, his sword intent grew stronger.

"Alright, let me test whether you have the qualifications to see my strength." As Hei Mo's words fell, he stepped forward, instantly arriving in front of Lin Feng. His iron fist whistled towards him.

"Ice, Sword!"

Lin Feng's palm trembled as he struck out, containing strong chill and sharp sword intent.

"Boom!"

With a light sound, a violent gust of wind swept out. Lin Feng's gaze condensed as he was pushed back dozens of steps, almost to the edge of the arena.

With a hint of surprise in his eyes, Lin Feng opened his palm, only to see a faint black aura, painful to the touch.

"What a cold aura of fire." Lin Feng shuddered inwardly. When the opponent's fist hit his palm, he clearly felt a destructive aura of fire, not fierce, but sinister flames. These flames were extremely terrifying.

"Indeed, Hei Mo is still formidable. Lin Feng was repelled with just one move."

The crowd watched this scene and thought to themselves. Hei Mo was indeed one of the top ten disciples of Tian Yi Academy. Although Lin Feng could easily defeat other Spirit Martial Realm experts at the Sixth Stage, he was immediately at a disadvantage against Hei Mo.

"It seems you're not good enough. You couldn't even take a single blow. Today, you're undoubtedly dead," Hei Mo said arrogantly, looking down on everyone.

"Your strength is at the Sixth Stage of the Spirit Martial Realm, while mine is at the Fifth Stage. In terms of raw physical strength, I'm naturally not as good as you. You excel in fire, while I excel in the sword," Lin Feng said, dismissing the previous attack. He reached behind him and drew his long sword, the killing intent growing stronger.

"Correct, Lin Feng excels in the sword. He may be weaker in realm, but if it comes to a head-on fight, he will surely suffer," the crowd speculated. While they believed Hei Mo was stronger, they didn't want Lin Feng to be too weak, or the battle would lose its meaning.

"Come," Hei Mo said lightly, looking at Lin Feng.

Stepping forward, the sword intent in the air solidified, cutting into Hei Mo. He furrowed his brow, feeling the pain of being cut by the sword energy.

Lin Feng didn't rush forward but advanced step by step, each step enhancing his sword intent and making it more chilling.

"Hmph," Hei Mo sneered, taking a step forward and delivering a fierce punch.

"Sword of Death."

Lin Feng's long sword swung out, the tearing sword energy extremely overbearing. The dazzling sword qi rushed towards Hei Mo.

"Annihilate." Hei Mo shouted, and black qi spewed out from his palms, swallowing the sword qi. Simultaneously colliding with Lin Feng's sword, a flame surged along the blade, the Black Flame, unquenchable.

Lin Feng's expression remained unchanged as his sword continued to move, releasing another dazzling brilliance. At the same time, a chill spread from his body. When the Black Flame reached his palm, it collided with the chill, emitting a faint sizzling sound, without affecting Lin Feng at all.

"Ice Strike."

Hei Mo's palms trembled, simultaneously striking out, blasting towards Lin Feng. Two black flames engulfed his palms, merging with his palm strength.

"Death Sword."

Lin Feng's sword spun in reverse, the sword qi stronger, carrying a hint of destruction.

As the stillness and the black flames danced wildly, the intent of destruction pervaded the space. Hei Mo took a step back, while Lin Feng stood with his sword, like a god descending.

This blow gave Lin Feng the upper hand.

Hei Mo looked at Lin Feng, silent for a moment before saying, "You have the qualification to fight me, but it's just the qualification. Just now was just the beginning."

With that, Hei Mo raised his palms, and a black flame rose, wrapping around his hands. The flame was cold and desolate.

"Boom!"

Hei Mo's hands flicked, and the black flame turned into nine black lotuses, each one black and filled with a sinister and desolate aura.

"Desolate Black Lotus."

The crowd's eyes narrowed. Hei Mo was actually going to use the Desolate Black Lotus, it seemed he was serious.

"Coincidentally, I was just warming up earlier," Lin Feng said indifferently. His pupils turned gray, indifferent and ruthless. Everything around him was clearly imprinted in his mind. At this moment, Lin Feng could even feel the terrifying intent of destruction emanating from the nine black lotuses.

At the same time, gray qi wafted from the long sword he held, also containing a destructive aura.

Although the crowd stood below the arena, they could still feel the strong intent of destruction from these two, sending chills down their spines, but their eyes were filled with excitement.

"You haven't disappointed me. You can barely fight me now. Otherwise, this challenge would be too boring," Hei Mo said coldly, "Don't you think you're talking too much?" Lin Feng said coldly. Hei Mo had

 been boasting about how he was qualified to fight him, as if he were so powerful. Regardless of his abilities, he was only just qualified.

"Since you're in such a hurry to die, I'll oblige," Hei Mo said coldly, "Black Flame, Lotus Transformation."

With that, the black flames turned into lotus flowers, rushing towards Lin Feng at a terrifying speed. The intent to destroy was extremely strong, and the space around the lotus flowers turned gray.

"How terrifying," the crowd watched the lotus flowers, their hearts trembling. These lotus flowers were like Infernal Demon Lotuses, sinister and terrifying.

Lin Feng's long sword remained steady, and the gray aura on the sword grew stronger. When the chains of lotuses came before him, Lin Feng finally swung his sword.

"Sword of Desolation."

Accompanied by Lin Feng's words, the space fell silent, all things desolate. The black lotus flowers turned into nothingness under the desolate sword, dissipating. However, the Sword of Desolation continued forward, slashing towards Hei Mo.

Hei Mo's eyes narrowed. Behind him, the fierce Desolate Black Flame raged, roaring outwards. At the same time, an endless number of black desolate lotuses coiled around him. Everywhere around him burned and made a sizzling sound.

The space was burning and destroyed under this black flame.

As the Sword of Desolation descended, the endless black flames transformed into a huge black lotus that rose into the air, intercepting Lin Feng's Sword of Desolation.

"My Black Lotus not only has the power of destruction but also has incredibly strong defense. You have no chance of breaking it," Hei Mo looked at Lin Feng, sneering, "I said, today, you will die."