Chapter 38 Chen Feng Defeats the Genius of the Spirit Hall with One Sword, and Tang San Loses His Years of Savings and Is Beaten by Xiao Wu

In the Spirit - fighting arena, the air seemed to be trembling.

Every spectator present held their breath, their eyes blazing, closely following every subtle movement of the two spirit - fighters on the stage.

In this silence where one could almost hear their own heartbeat, Tang San's palms were damp with sweat. He couldn't help but worry for Baoqing.

He silently prayed in his heart, hoping that Baoqing could win this battle.

If Baoqing lost, the gold soul coins that he and Xiao Wu had painstakingly saved over the years would disappear in an instant.

[Ding, it is detected that Tang San has a nervous emotion, and the emotion value + 100]

In the center of the arena, Baoqing's eyes, which were as wild as a beast's, suddenly flashed with a startled light.

His signature move, "Wild Boar Charge", had always been invincible. Its reputation was well - known throughout the Grand Spirit - fighting arena.

But today, this unexpected opponent, Chen Feng, had become the first person to deftly dodge this killing move.

[Ding, it is detected that Baoqing has a shocked emotion, and the emotion value + 150]

Although a tempest was raging in Baoqing's heart, his voice was as cold and hard as a blade:

"That's a good move, but you can't win just by dodging."

In the face of Baoqing's provocation, Chen Feng showed no sign of panic. Instead, a faint smile curved the corner of his mouth:

"Hehe, who said I can only defend?"

After saying that, he gently spread his right hand, as if summoning some mysterious power.

Amidst imperceptible vibrations, a small sword quietly appeared in his palm.

At first, it was like a mirage carved from dew, ethereal and light, hard to distinguish between reality and illusion.

But as Chen Feng's profound soul power surged, the sword began to reveal its true form. As if baptized by boundless soul power, it gradually transformed from illusory to solid.

Finally, a steady and ancient - looking long sword fully took shape. The sword body emitted a faint bronze - colored glow, exuding a sense of vicissitudes, while the tip of the sword was sharp enough to cut through the air.

The wind and clouds changed color, and lightning flashed and thunder rumbled. With the complete appearance of the long sword in Chen Feng's hand, the atmosphere of the entire Spirit - fighting arena changed.

The originally boiling auditorium fell silent in an instant. All the hubbub was suppressed by the domineering aura of the bronze - colored long sword.

There was no wind in the arena, and all sounds seemed to disappear at this moment, leaving only the deep and domineering humming sound emitted by the long sword in Chen Feng's hand.

Before he knew it, fine beads of sweat had covered Dai Mubai's forehead. His throat rolled involuntarily, and the drop of saliva seemed to carry all his unease and regret.

Looking at the sword in Chen Feng's hand, Dai Mubai's heart was pounding violently at this moment, as if it was about to leap out of his chest.

Because he was reminded once again of that terrifying scene at the Rose Hotel. That scene was like a nightmare, lingering in his mind.

Once, Dai Mubai had stood confidently in front of Chen Feng, thinking that he could win easily.

However, he never expected to be defeated by Chen Feng in a single, effortless move.

The sense of powerlessness and humiliation at that moment still branded on his heart to this day.

And now, facing the equally arrogant Baoqing, Dai Mubai felt an unprecedented sense of disappointment.

He could almost foresee that facing the long sword in Chen Feng's hand, which seemed capable of splitting the sky, Baoqing had no chance of being the opponent.

The Baoqing who had once swept through everything in the Spirit - fighting arena now seemed so vulnerable in his eyes.

"Regret it. Why did I bet on Baoqing to win?"

Dai Mubai asked himself countless times in his heart, but the answer was obvious.

At that time, he was so obsessed with Baoqing's past glory that he ignored the potential of the person in front of him.

"How stupid I am. I'm really too stupid."

Dai Mubai smiled bitterly in his heart.

[Ding, it is detected that Dai Mubai has emotions of fear after the event + regret, and the emotion value + 200]

If anyone had the deepest impression of the Excalibur martial soul in Chen Feng's hand, it was undoubtedly Baoqing on the arena.

As a genius of the Spirit Hall, in Baoqing's long - term memory, it had been years since he'd encountered an aura that made his heart palpitate like this.

However, the aura of destruction emanating from the ancient long sword in Chen Feng's hand made Baoqing feel an unprecedented sense of crisis.

It was as if with a single swing of that blade, he could be cut in half immediately.

Baoqing knew this premonition might sound absurd.

If the audience knew about it, they would surely smile knowingly and think it was just an illusion caused by Baoqing's nervousness in the competition.

In the eyes of the audience, Baoqing was a symbol of invincibility.

With a proud record of twenty - five consecutive undefeated battles at the Soul Master level, how could he be someone who would lose with just one sword strike?

It was exaggerated, way too exaggerated!

It was as if Baoqing wasn't a Silver Spirit - fighting - level powerhouse, but a weakling who had just reached level 31.

[Ding, it is detected that Baoqing has emotions of shock + fear, and the emotion value + 250]

However, Baoqing had great trust in his battle instincts. During previous trials, this instinct had saved him countless times.

"Iron Armor Defense."

Baoqing activated the skill of his only thousand - year soul ring.

After a roar, his body began to undergo astonishing changes, and the thousand - year soul - ring skill was now stimulated to its limit.

His body swelled rapidly. Every muscle seemed to be forged from cast iron, the color of his skin darkened, and every movement exuded the heaviness of a mountain.

The audience below was completely stunned. They whispered to each other in confusion, and for a moment, the sound of discussion surged like a tide.

In the impression of many people, defensive skills were usually only activated when a crisis was about to come.

But Baoqing's move had clearly shattered their conventional thinking.

Chen Feng hadn't even gone all out yet, and Baoqing had already gone all - out to enter a defensive state.

What did this mean?

Was Chen Feng really that terrifying?

Surely not!

[Ding, it is detected that Audience Member A has a shocked emotion, and the emotion value + 1]

[Ding, it is detected that Audience Member B has a shocked emotion, and the emotion value + 1]

"Whirlwind Sword."

Chen Feng gently raised the sword in his hand, and the tip of the sword trembled slightly.

As the sword light flickered, he almost disappeared from the audience's sight in an instant.

The next moment, Chen Feng suddenly appeared in front of Baoqing.

Baoqing only felt a fierce sword wind brush across his face, a sharp wind formed by the tip of Chen Feng's sword cutting through the air.

In the sweep of this gust of wind, he found that the opponent had appeared in front of him like an illusion.

Then, as if struck by a huge hammer weighing several thousand catties, Baoqing's entire body was instantly sent flying out of the arena, as fast as lightning.

He drew an arc in the air and then violently crashed onto the ground.

His feet rubbed out a long string of spark - emitting marks on the ground before barely coming to a stop.

The entire arena fell completely silent.

The audience stared wide - eyed, unable to believe what was happening in front of them.

The Silver Spirit - fighting powerhouse who had won twenty - five consecutive battles was actually defeated with just one move?

This was simply unbelievable!

For a moment, gasps of shock could be heard one after another.

They kept rubbing their eyes, unable to believe what they were seeing.

But the fact was right in front of them. Baoqing was now lying outside the arena, his defeat was doomed and could no longer be changed.

[Ding, it is detected that Audience Member A has a shocked emotion, and the emotion value + 2]

[Ding, it is detected that Audience Member B has a shocked emotion, and the emotion value + 2]

"I declare that Chen Feng wins! Record: one win, zero losses!"

"Baoqing, record: twenty - five wins, one loss!"

At this moment, only the referee remembered the match.

Baoqing lost. What did this mean?

Someone thought of this terrifying question.

In this Grand Spirit - fighting Arena, Baoqing had once been a god, the arrogant god standing at the peak of spirit - fighting.

Every one of his victories seemed predestined, and his name had long become the ever-victorious general in bets.

Baoqing's consecutive wins were not just his personal glory, but also the belief in the hearts of the vast number of audiences, and the source of their wealth.

With Baoqing winning twenty - five consecutive battles, many people regarded him as a money - making treasure basin.

After all, the past had proven that it was always right to believe in Baoqing.

However, this treasure basin had actually been broken now!

The hubbub in the Spirit - fighting Arena fell silent in an instant. For a moment, countless faces were filled with disbelief.

Countless people looked as if they had lost their parents, some were in deep grief, some were dejected, and some were ashen - faced.

Tang San was among them.

His eyes were empty, and he looked dispirited.

Tang San had bet all the savings he and Xiao Wu had accumulated over the years on Baoqing.

With Baoqing's utter defeat, all these savings were gone in an instant.

"I lost, I lost..."

Tang San's face was as pale as paper, muttering to himself.

[Ding, it is detected that Tang San has a lost emotion, and the emotion value + 150]

His voice was so low that it was almost inaudible, but for Xiao Wu, it was piercingly clear.

"What did you lose?"

Xiao Wu's voice was sharp and tense. Her intuition told her that things had gone much worse than she had imagined.

"Nothing."

Tang San still wanted to hide it, but his voice had already betrayed his heart. His hand was subconsciously groping for his empty money - bag.

"Did you take our money to gamble? Give the money back quickly."

Facing Xiao Wu's urgent questioning, Tang San finally couldn't continue to hide it.

The fact couldn't be changed. The savings had been completely lost, and he could only helplessly lower his head and admit his folly.

"My money, give me back my money!"

Xiao Wu was extremely emotional, almost roaring.

Her anger was like a violent storm, uncontrollable.

Xiao Wu's palm trembled as she raised it. The sound of her own on - the - verge - of - collapse breathing and heartbeat rang in her ears.

She had lost not only those gold coins but also her trust in Tang San.

[Ding, it is detected that Xiao Wu has emotions of anger + disappointment, and the emotion value + 200]

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Ding - ding - ding - ding. With Chen Feng's victory, the hapless Tang San lost both money and the trust of others.

Some people are happy while others are sad. So who exactly made a fortune, and who is going to be so angry that they break down again?