Mainland Martial Arts

Chapter 336 Battle Victory

"Damn it!" Xu Tian roared, a flash of anger in his eyes. He stared at Sun An, his eyes burning with fire. "You despicable villain, you actually have this trick up your sleeve." His voice became high-pitched with anger, and the anger in his heart was like a volcano about to erupt.

Sun An saw that his attack had worked, and a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by exhaustion and despair. He knew that this was just a last-ditch effort, and he had reached his limit.

Xu Tian endured the pain in his thigh, the rage intensifying in his eyes. He took a few steps back, then leaped up with all his might, fists raised high. His figure, like an eagle with spread wings in the setting sun, was filled with power and majesty. As he free-falled, he exerted force in mid-air, his fists whistling in the wind as they smashed down on Sun An.

"Bang!" The blow resounded like thunder across the battlefield, sending Sun An's body flying like a cannonball, slamming heavily to the ground. Along with the resounding blast, the sound of bones shattering could be clearly heard, a sound like the tolling of death, a chilling one. Sun An's ribs shattered almost instantly, his body twisting in agony, blood gushing from his mouth, splattering onto the dusty ground.

Xu Tian showed no mercy. He lunged forward, his eyes gleaming with a strange light. He extended his right hand, clamping it around Sun An's neck like a pincer. Rage and a lust for power seized him. He began to absorb Sun An's cultivation frantically. The faint purple line on his right hand rapidly spread, like a sinister vine, climbing up his arm to his shoulder, then slowly creeping towards his heart, emitting a strange and terrifying aura.

Meanwhile, at the bottom of the giant pit, Lin Feng and Jian Cang's battle entered its final life-or-death contest. The fighting here was equally brutal, with every inch of land soaked in their blood. Every clash of weapons sent ripples of energy through the air, threatening to tear the very space apart.

Lin Feng and Jian Cang were originally evenly matched in strength, but now the 500-kilogram Star Blade in Jian Cang's hand became a deadly burden for him. The long battle had nearly depleted his Qi. Every swing of the heavy blade felt like battling a mountain, like struggling in an endless abyss, and every step drained his strength.

Jian Cang was now panting and sweating profusely. His face was as pale as paper with exhaustion, and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, sliding down his cheeks and dripping onto the blood-stained ground beneath his feet. Every time he stopped moving, he had to rely on the Star Blade to support himself, otherwise his shaky body would collapse like a building without its support. Panic began to appear in his eyes, and his original confidence had long since disappeared.

"I thought... with this Star Blade... I could dominate the martial arts world..." Jian Cang felt extremely regretful. His lips trembled slightly, and his eyes were filled with unwillingness and despair. "I didn't expect... that I would be defeated by a kid like you..." His voice was so weak that it was almost drowned out by the noise on the battlefield, but the bitterness in it was clearly audible.

Lin Feng was also panting. His body was covered in knife wounds of varying depths. Blood oozed from the wounds, staining his clothes a glaring red. But his condition was still better than Jian Cang's. His eyes remained as firm as a rock, burning with a desire for victory. He knew that this battle had reached a critical moment of life and death, and he could not relax even a little.

"Jian Cang, today is your death!" Lin Feng shouted, enduring the pain in his body and rushing towards Jian Cang. His fists rained down on Jian Cang, each one imbued with his anger, his unyielding spirit, and his unwavering devotion to justice. Although his body was extremely exhausted, his faith was like a burning torch, illuminating his path forward and sustaining him to continue fighting.

Jian Cang watched helplessly as Lin Feng's fists rained down on him like a violent storm. He tried to dodge, to fight back, but his body felt drained of strength, unable to make any effective moves. "Bang! Bang! Bang!" Lin Feng's fists fell on him like heavy hammers, each one causing a sharp pain in his body, as if every bone in his body was protesting.

Although Jian Cang's physical strength was much stronger than Lin Feng's, he was still exhausted and could not withstand Lin Feng's dense rain of attacks. His body was constantly shaking under Lin Feng's fists, and his steps stumbled. Finally, he could no longer hold on and fell heavily to the ground. The Star Blade also slipped from his hand and fell to the side with a clang, splashing dust.

Lin Feng watched Jian Cang fall to the ground, but he didn't immediately let down his guard. He clenched his fists, his eyes filled with caution. He knew that at this moment, when both sides were exhausted, any slight negligence could lead to all the previous efforts being wasted. He walked towards Jian Cang cautiously, each step full of vigilance, his eyes fixed on Jian Cang, not missing a single movement.

He saw that Jian Cang seemed to have his eyes closed, his body motionless, only the faint rise and fall of his breathing indicated that he was still alive. At this point, Lin Feng breathed a sigh of relief, but he still did not dare to be careless. He slowly walked to Jian Cang's side, picked up his Star Blade, and looked at Jian Cang lying on the ground without any ability to fight back. A complex wave of emotions surged in his heart. He wanted to give Jian Cang a quick death, but he hesitated. After all, this was a life, and a trace of pity flashed through his heart.

At that moment, Xu Tian, ​​having absorbed Sun An's cultivation, leaped up like a ghost, landing heavily beside Jian Cang. His eyes flickered with an eerie purple light, like will-o'-the-wisp fire from hell, emitting a chilling, evil aura. He swiftly extended his right hand and grasped Jian Cang's neck, continuing to frantically absorb his cultivation. His movements were unhesitating, his face a look of near-madness, as if possessed by a demon.

Lin Feng breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Xu Tian, ​​believing him to be there to help end the fight. He lowered his guard, stabbed the Star Blade into the ground, and sat cross-legged, beginning to regulate his breathing. He closed his eyes, concentrating on regulating his breath, attempting to recover some of his true energy. His face showed signs of fatigue, his brow furrowed slightly, and beads of sweat covered his forehead. His breathing gradually became steady and slow, hoping to quickly recover his strength.