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Since Luo Yan was relying on his shield to hide, the best method was to blast it out. He raised his spear with both hands and rapidly revolved it above his head, the energy of heaven and earth wildly converging onto the spear. A moment later, a ball of true energy formed above Yi Feng's head.

The host's pupils constricted slightly as he stared at the zhen qi storm above Yi Feng's head, feeling aghast in his heart. Even if it was her, she would have to use all her strength to receive this attack, judging from the young man's relaxed expression, it did not seem to be his strongest attack.

When Yi Feng raised his spear, Luo Yan's expression changed as he felt the Qi of heaven and earth madly rushing towards Yi Feng. His expression turned gloomy as a sense of danger that he had never felt before appeared in his heart. With a fierce look in his eyes, he inserted his zhen qi into the shield and released his zhen qi shield to block Yi Feng's attack.

With an indifferent face, at a certain moment, Yi Feng stopped spinning the spear. With an ice-cold voice, he said, "Break for me."

Following Yi Feng's voice, the long spear in his hand suddenly pointed in the air. The zhen qi tornado at the tip of the spear almost instantaneously arrived in front of Luo Yan's shield.

Like a space storm, it was too late for Luo Yan to abandon his shield and escape. He could only circulate his Zhen Qi and forcefully resist Yi Feng's attack. At this moment, he finally realized the true difference between him and the white-clothed youth.

The true energy storm instantly struck Luo Yan's shield, causing the entire arena to shake. The arena was even more so as the blue bricks exploded, and dust scattered in all directions, completely covering Luo Yan's body.

There were many experts in the audience and they naturally knew the terror of Yi Feng's move. Normal Martial Masters would not be able to withstand this move. Looking at the cloud of dust in the arena, these experts shook their heads.

When Yi Feng was a Beginner Martial Master, the power of the Spear Storm was already extremely strong. Now that his cultivation had increased, the power of the Spear Storm was almost doubled. Even an Elementary Grandmaster would not dare to underestimate him.

The thirty Martial Masters who were cultivating opened their eyes. After an hour of recovery, their battle prowess had increased. Under Yi Feng's attack, they could not help but open their eyes to see what had happened to Luo Yan.

With a wave of his hand, a gust of true qi blew away the dust in front of him. As the dust slowly dissipated, Yi Feng's pupils slightly shrank and his body suddenly disappeared.

Right where Yi Feng had disappeared, a saber strangely appeared and almost killed Yi Feng. A large man covered in blood appeared in front of everyone's eyes. It was Luo Yan.

The might of Yi Feng's spear storm was far beyond Luo Yan's imagination, and his shield was even directly shattered. If not for him using all his strength at the last moment to block the incoming attack, he would have been dead by now. Taking advantage of the cloud of dust, he hid himself even more.

However, Yi Feng's perception was far stronger than Luo Yan's. He had already sensed danger the moment the dust cloud scattered. His figure flashed and appeared opposite of Luo Yan. He stared coldly at this person who was struggling at death's door.

Luo Yan held his saber with both hands. His chest heaved as blood flowed out from all over his body. It was obvious that he had suffered serious injuries. His eyes revealed a crazy look and his expression became even more ferocious.

"It won't be that easy to kill me." The craziness in Luo Yan's eyes grew even stronger. He swept a glance at the martial practitioners who were recovering from meditation, and a trace of malevolence appeared in the depths of his eyes.

Yi Feng was not a proud person. He had long known that the more desperate an enemy was, the more terrifying they would be. As if he had noticed Luo Yan's gaze, his heart skipped a beat as he charged towards him, exclaiming, "Not good!"

With one hand holding his saber, he threw it with all his might towards Yi Feng. The broad saber forcefully blocked Yi Feng's body for a moment, while he himself rushed towards the outside world alliance martial artists at an extremely fast speed. He laughed out loud, "All of you, die!"

When Luo Yan rushed towards those warriors of the alliance, his face turned red, and his body began to swell strangely slowly. The Zhen Qi fluctuations on the surface of his body were extremely violent.

"Self-detonating cyclone." These words echoed in everyone's heart. Luo Yan obviously wanted to self-detonate his cyclone and have all of the outside world's martial artists die with him.

Martial artists rarely choose to self-detonate their cyclones, making it impossible for them to survive. However, self-destructing cyclones could be said to be the release of all the power within a martial artist's body. If a martial artist self-detonated, it would be equivalent to the full power of a beginner grandmaster, or even more powerful.

Those martial arts masters who were recovering did not expect Luo Yan to self-destruct to attack them. If Luo Yan really did charge into their midst, more than half of the thirty people present would die with him.

Yi Feng dodged Luo Yan's attack, but it was too late to stop him. He could only shout, "Disperse!"

Suddenly, three figures flashed out in a fan shape, and rushed towards Luo Yan. When they were just ten meters away from Luo Yan, the three of them stretched out their hands, and a crazed look appeared in their eyes, directly grabbing onto Luo Yan, not allowing him to move at all.

Luo Yan's current state was extremely terrifying, it was impossible for one person to stop him. Even if three people were to stop him, they would still be injured by Luo Yan. One of them hugged Luo Yan's waist while the other two hugged his legs, not letting go at all.

With one hand forming into a palm, Luo Yan mercilessly attacked one of the martial artists. At this moment, besides blood, the martial artist was completely lifeless. However, both of his hands were still wrapped around Luo Yan's waist and there was a trace of gratification in his eyes.

"Commander, don't come over. Remember to bring our brothers home!" When one of the Martial Masters who was holding Luo Yan saw Yi Feng rushing over, he shouted loudly.

"Commander, don't come over." Another Martial Master also shouted out loudly. He held Luo Yan's thigh with both of his hands, and the blood in his mouth did not stop.

Yi Feng's body froze as sorrow appeared in his eyes. However, more importantly, he felt guilty. If he had settled Luo Yan earlier, then this situation wouldn't have happened.

Luo Yan's hand continued to hack at the martial artist that was holding him until, at a certain moment, his hands slowed down as if he could no longer control his body. His body swelled up to the point that his eyes bulged and his face flushed red.

Bang! The sound signaled death. Luo Yan and the three Martial Masters exploded. Their corpses were in pieces, and their flesh and blood splattered everywhere. Not only that, a violent wave of true energy swept out in all directions.

Grief flashed across the eyes of the other Martial Masters. The instant the three brothers charged forward, they retreated frantically. They did not suffer much damage from the current explosion.

Looking at the broken bodies on the ground, Yi Feng's face showed regret. He was sad because he had been careless. Three of his brothers had fallen into a pool of blood. The killing intent in their eyes continued to surge.

Those martial arts masters who had escaped were speechless. Although they did not have much relationship with each other before the survival training, after Yi Feng entered the Million Douluo City, they all viewed each other as brothers. Now that their brother had died beside them, they felt extremely uncomfortable in their hearts. If it weren't for Yi Feng, two groups of brothers might have already died in battle.

The spectators were all sighing in the stands. They had rarely seen such a magnificent scene, yet there were actually people who were willing to sacrifice themselves for the safety of their teammates. These people couldn't help but cast their gazes at the youth in white.

The entire arena had fallen into silence at this moment. The ferocity of Luo Yan and the ferocity of the other martial artists were deeply branded in their hearts. But, most of all, the terror of the youth in white clothes.

After an unknown period of time, the female host's voice rang out, "Fifty people from the local alliance and twenty-two people from the external alliance have appeared. Their strength has been evaluated by someone."

A moment later, two groups of people walked out from two corridors of the fighting arena. As they saw the scene in the fighting arena, their faces turned ugly.

It could be said that the local alliance's warriors were terrified. Even Luo Yan's team had been completely wiped out. How could they not be afraid? More than half of their opponents' warriors had survived. This had never happened in the past.

The twenty-two new Martial Masters of the external alliance had a dejected expression. With the strength of fifty people, they had fought two consecutive battles. However, the intensity of the battle caused their eyes to reveal grief as they looked at the corpse lying on the ground.

Of the twenty-eight Martial Masters present, besides Yi Feng, all of them were covered in blood. Some of them were severely injured, but they were still persisting because the fight was not over yet.

"The third round of the combat will begin." The female host coldly announced the start of the fight as she saw both parties' members arrive.

"Listen to me." Yi Feng's long black hair fluttered in the wind as he pointed his spear towards the sky. His tone was ice-cold and his eyes were filled with killing intent.

"We obey the commander's orders." The warriors of the outer alliance all bowed. At this time, they were no longer the leaders of Yi Feng's group.

"Follow me and kill them. Take revenge for our brothers. Leave no one alive." Before Yi Feng could finish his words, he had already charged towards the fifty martial artists with no fear in his eyes.

"Revenge for our brothers! Kill! Kill! Kill!"

"Revenge for our brothers! Kill, kill, kill!"

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The shouts and cries of battle were unceasing. All of the martial artists in the alliance were filled with murderous intent. They picked up their weapons and crazily rushed towards their enemies.

The local warriors were obviously shocked because it seemed like their side had been completely wiped out, so why were these people so angry? But facing this group of madmen, they could only go forward and face them.

A portion of the outside world's martial artists were injured after all, and they had consumed a great deal of energy. Although Yi Feng was stalling for time for them to recover, there was still a gap between their combat strength and their peak condition.

The battle was magnificent, but it was written in blood. The audience only wanted to see the blood and gore from the fight. They wanted to know if these martial artists were alive or dead.

Blood splattered, shouts continued, and corpses slowly fell. There were local Alliance martial artists and also external Alliance martial artists. At this moment, the fighting arena was playing a part of the Asura battlefield.

Yi Feng held a long spear in his hand. Normally, there would only be a few martial artists that fell under his spear. The black spear had already turned into a dark red color and fresh blood continuously dripped onto it.

Yi Feng had used up a lot of energy after the first two rounds of combat. Right now, his face was pale and he was wounded. Although it was only a superficial wound, his shirt was already blood-red.

After witnessing Yi Feng's lack of strength and speed, there were four Martial Grand Masters surrounding him, preventing him from leaving more than fifteen meters away.

Some of the injured outside alliance Martial Masters had joined forces to take care of each other. With their current situation, fighting one on one was not a wise decision.

Although the local alliance only had strong forces, their fighting spirit couldn't be compared with the external alliance's martial artists. This was because their commander was the white-clothed youth.

The spear sent one of the opponents flying, and Yi Feng's long spear was turned around to block the other's attack. His body slightly leaned to the side and the swords on his left and right also missed.

Yi Feng had a lot of battle experience. Even if he fought in a group battle, he was not afraid. However, occasional injuries were unavoidable. A moment later, Yi Feng's left shoulder was struck by a sword. Blood spurted out, and his face turned dark. He raised his spear and blocked the enemy's attack. Yi Feng retreated and temporarily left the battlefield.

In the instant that Yi Feng retreated, a few Martial Masters from the alliance stopped the warriors who were chasing him, allowing him to rest.

Right now, there were only around thirty people left on both sides of the battlefield. The battle was extremely intense and people continued to fall. Within a short while after Yi Feng left, two people from the alliance were killed.

Yi Feng looked at the situation in the arena. His originally pretty face was furrowed and his combat strength had decreased. With more people around, he could have surrounded himself. However, his own side had too many injured brothers. This would be extremely disadvantageous.

A bright light flashed in his eyes. Remembering his fourth spear in the yard, Yi Feng held it in his hand and patted the spear's tail with one hand while shouting, "All of you, retreat!"

The warriors from the alliance who were fighting the battle did not hesitate at all as they quickly retreated. A moment later, they all moved behind Yi Feng, looking at him with a puzzled expression.

At this time, the long spear in Yi Feng's hand had disappeared, but his two hands were still constantly making hand seals. On the opposite side, the Martial Masters of the Local Alliance were puzzled. Could it be that these people were afraid? They were all prepared to kill the warriors of the Outer Alliance in one go.

"Slash!" At this moment, Yi Feng's gaze became serious as he spat out these words.

The moment the word "cut" came out from Yi Feng's mouth, a black long spear appeared in the air beside the local Alliance's warriors, followed by a black long spear. Almost in an instant, countless long spears appeared beside these warriors, carrying Ling Lie's killing intent as they shot towards each and every one of them.

These Martial Masters focused their eyes and used their weapons to fight against the long spears. These spears did not have very strong attack power, but they had a great number of victories. These martial artists all slowly retreated.

Seeing these Martial Masters continuously retreating until they were surrounded by the long spears, Yi Feng sneered and said coldly, "Gather."

Countless spears disappeared in an instant. Under the shocked gazes of the crowd, Ling Tian stood up with his huge black spear.