When Chen Feng heard Stenda's words, he was stunned for a moment, and then his chrysanthemums shrank instantly. Who the hell is this guy? He wants to vent his anger on me. In broad daylight, are you bored?
He took a deep breath and his face became serious. This shameless thing is a pervert, but he can't fall into his hands. It's too scary!
The referee at the side of the competition table also saw that the two men were ready, so he announced the start of the competition.
"Hey hey hey."
Stenda sneered, and his figure flashed straight towards Chen Feng.
At the same time, a powerful aura emitted, and every sword thrust towards Chen Feng released a trace of sword aura.
"Why doesn't Chen Feng admit defeat? Senior Brother Stenda is at the second-rate level. This battle is going to be a complete disaster."
"Chen Feng is indeed strong and defeated the other eight people. However, the gap between the second-rate and third-rate players is too big. There is no point in him fighting."
"Bastard Chen Feng, give up quickly, we want to watch the competition between Senior Brother Stenda and Senior Brother Di Xiu."
The disciples of the Songshan Sect outside the competition stage looked at the sword energy emanating from Stenda. None of them thought that Chen Feng could win, and they all laughed at Chen Feng at the top of their lungs.
On the competition stage, traces of sword energy naturally emitted and merged into the sunlight. Only a little shadow could be seen, and along with Stenda's sword, it stabbed Chen Feng.
Feeling the sharp sword energy and hearing the same sharp taunts, Chen Feng smiled.
Give up? I'm better than him, why should I give up?
The inner strength of his cultivation that had been suppressed surged out from his not-so-tall body like water in a dam after it was opened.
In just a moment, the fierce momentum overshadowed the arrogant Stenda before.
"Wha...what?"
Stenda's heart trembled, and his pupils instantly shrank to the size of a pinhole.
I saw Chen Feng draw his sword a little, and a sword energy that was much stronger than Stenda's was shot directly in Stenda's face.
Chen Feng's outburst affected both the Songshan sect disciples outside the competition arena and the five sect leader disciples in the spectator seats of the competition arena.
For a moment, his eyes widened and he was silent.
After being stunned, the disciples in the viewing gallery could still remain calm, but the Songshan sect disciples outside the competition stage suddenly became chaotic.
"Holy shit? What's going on?"
"Is this Chen Feng also in the second-rate realm?"
"Wow, this Chen Feng is so good at hiding, isn't he? Does he still have some trump cards hidden?"
"Moreover, Chen Feng's sword energy seems to be stronger than that of Senior Brother Stenda. Isn't this too perverted?"
How shocked others were, Chen Feng couldn't care less. After stopping Stenda's offensive with one sword, he bullied himself forward and directly used a move called Youfeng Laiyi.
For a moment, the sword energy flew everywhere and the sword force pressed down on him. Stenda was furious. He did not suppress Chen Feng, but was suppressed by him.
For a moment, Stenda was unable to fight back under Chen Feng's sword.
"Impossible, impossible." Stenda's eyes were about to explode. Chen Feng's swordsmanship was so fast, one move after another, with almost no gaps.
He wanted to fight back but couldn't find any chance. Moreover, what frustrated him the most was that when he retreated, Chen Feng followed up.
"Keep on hey, keep filling the cup."
Chen Feng looked at Stenda with disdain, "Sir, if you have the ability to make a cup, it's a real cup, but if you don't, it's a stupid cup."
Although Stenda didn't understand what Chen Feng meant by filling the cup, when he saw the look in Chen Feng's eyes, he knew it was not a good thing.
"You deserve to die!"
Stenda's hair almost stood up in anger.
However, although his aura was fierce, his hand was suppressed even more miserably.
"Uhhhhhh!"
Stenda had never felt so aggrieved in his heart. He was so angry that he was like a wild lion looking up to the sky and roaring, and the internal energy in his body exploded crazily.
He was not going to save his internal energy to fight Di Xiu. His only thought now was to kill the little bastard named Chen Feng in front of him.
"The Great Yin Yang Palm."
Stenda took advantage of the moment when he broke out and broke away from Chen Feng's suppression, and was photographed by Chen Feng with his Great Yin Yang Palm, which he had already mastered.
A black and white palm energy condensed and pressed towards Chen Feng.
Stenda has been practicing this Great Yin-Yang Palm for many years and has understood a lot of its essence. Now it is Stenda's strongest trump card.
Once used, a palm the size of a window quickly condensed, but this palm also consumed most of his internal energy, which was originally intended for Di Xiu.
But now, under the resentment towards Chen Feng, Stenda, who almost lost his mind, used it directly on Chen Feng.
In other words, in this way, even if he defeated Chen Feng, he would no longer be able to compete with Di Xiu for first place.
This made him hate him even more, and his eyes towards Chen Feng became more and more malicious.
Chen Feng, on the other hand, looked at the big yin and yang palm with no change in his expression. This palm condensed most of Stenda's internal energy, so its power was naturally not weak.
If it were anyone else, it might be difficult to take over.
But Chen Feng's palm did not pose much of a threat to Chen Feng.
The internal force in the body is running, and it is also the internal force of the second-rate cultivation combined with the speed of the sword, and the boundless falling wood is executed faster than the other sword.
The palm energy was hard and the sword energy was sharp. Although Stenda's Great Yin Yang Palm was astonishingly powerful, under Chen Feng's continuous blows, it still split into pieces and turned into streams of energy that dissipated in the air.
"How...how is it possible? How could you break my big yin-yang palm so easily?"
Seeing Chen Feng who had spent almost nothing, Stenda's face was full of disbelief.
"Do you still want to fight? If you don't want to fight, just admit defeat and I'll save some energy."
Chen Feng looked at the extremely unwilling Stenda with a lazy expression, his eyes calm and calm.
People like this Stenda may have tyrannical strength, but their state of mind is so bad that it is difficult to get to the lobby in the end.
The referee on the side also looked at Stenda with dull eyes, hesitated for a while, and sighed secretly in his heart.
"In this competition, Chen Feng of the Huashan faction won. The next match, Di Xiu of the Songshan faction versus Stenda of the Songshan faction, will start in thirty minutes."
Upon hearing the referee's announcement, Chen Feng glanced at Stenda and saw that he was still stunned.
Smiling silently, he turned around and walked in the direction of Huashan Sect.
As a warrior, if you can't bear this blow, just go home and play in the mud.
Especially as a swordsman, although undefeated results can create a sharp edge, it is still an old saying that it is easy to break if you are too strong.
Excessive sharpness is not an advantage, but a warrior's biggest shortcoming.
Only after experiencing countless hardships and then emerging from them, with the edge still there but knowing how to hide it, and only erupting when needed, can this be the true heart of a warrior.
This is also the reason why most novels write that the protagonist is a waste in the early stage.
Those who are particular about tempering their will in a harsh environment, and finally embarking on the path of a warrior, can ride the wind and waves, face all oppression with a neither humble nor arrogant attitude, and withstand all disasters with a calm mind.
If Stenda can recover from this blow, he can continue to advance as a warrior in the future.
But if he never recovers from this, then just go farming, the world is not suitable for him.