C14 Fight for Your Life!

"Pa! Pa! Pa!"

Just as Chu Feng had pulled the dagger from Xiahou's chest, a round of applause erupted from behind him.

"I never would have guessed that the infamous Chu Feng, rumored to be worthless, actually possesses such strength. I thought today's opponent was going to be a pushover. Not bad at all. I, Fikdar, am quite pleased."

Fikdar's evil grin spread across his face as he spoke to Chu Feng.

"Fikdar?"

Chu Feng echoed, taking a closer look at the man.

He had just heard the man introduce himself as Fikdar, a name that carried a sense of dominance. But honestly, Chu Feng was reluctant to engage in combat.

This self-proclaimed Fikdar had a delicate and tender appearance, with skin so fair and clear, he was even paler than most girls. Coupled with his long hair, his smile carried a hint of... a woman's allure.

"Are you associated with Chu Lang?"

Chu Feng sensed something off about Fikdar. While both had an eerie presence, Fikdar's brand of strange differed from Xiahou's.

Xiahou exuded a murderous evil, whereas Fikdar... made Chu Feng rather wary.

"The royal family can't dictate my actions."

Fikdar nonchalantly played with his pale fingers as he spoke.

"Oh? Then whose side are you on? Xiahou Jiao's?"

Upon hearing Fikdar's words, Chu Feng glanced over at Chu Lang and Xiahou Jiao, who were watching him from a distance, and suddenly it clicked.

"You don't need to concern yourself with that. Let's get on with it; I can hardly wait."

Realizing Chu Feng had guessed correctly, Fikdar ceased his fidgeting and slowly lifted his head, his deep eyes locking onto Chu Feng.

"Well then, I'll dispense with the formalities."

With those words, Fikdar vanished from sight.

"Mystic Ascension top-grade footwork!"

Chu Feng was taken aback by the sudden disappearance of the presence.

In the realm of skills, the Eternal Green skill was among the elite in the Kingdom of Edora. As for footwork, even the low-grade Mystic Ascension was considered impressive. The King of Edora had once bestowed the medium-grade Mystic Ascension skill upon Chu Lang, causing quite a stir. Chu Feng hadn't anticipated that his opponent would possess the top-grade Mystic Ascension footwork!

After his opponent vanished, Chu Feng instantly executed the Cloudwalk, the first footwork technique he had mastered in his past life, and one that was considered quite basic.

Cloudwalk, true to its name, was like strolling amidst the clouds—elusive and ever-shifting.

Once Chu Feng activated the Cloudwalk, he could clearly discern Fikdar's movements.

Fikdar, anticipating this, allowed a slight smile to play across his lips as a black longsword materialized in his grasp. The blade was shrouded in darkness, and Chu Feng noticed a swirling mist of black fog enshrouding it.

"Evil path," Chu Feng thought, as he sensed the aura emanating from the weapon.

Chu Feng had encountered many formidable foes in his previous life, including those who dabbled in the dark arts similar to Fikdar.

Such individuals, with an aura like Fikdar's, were known as practitioners of the evil path. Chu Feng was certain that no one in Ralens practiced such skills!

The only conclusion was that Fikdar hailed from a foreign land. The fact that the Xiahou family could recruit someone like him suggested they were far from ordinary.

"Ah, for some reason, I find myself reluctant to harm such a pretty face as yours," Fikdar taunted, his voice laced with a sinister charm as he gazed at Chu Feng.

"Ugh, you're revolting... I can't take it anymore. If I don't finish you off, I'll be sick to my stomach," Chu Feng retorted, his skin crawling. Though he was undeniably attractive, hearing such words from someone so androgynous was intolerable.

The spectators below, upon hearing Fikdar's remarks, felt a collective shiver run down their spines.

While only those with higher cultivation could actually see Chu Feng and Fikdar, the majority could still sense Fikdar's malevolent presence.

"Oh, after all my compliments, you respond with such rudeness. Hmph, then today, I shall personally rip out your throat," Fikdar sneered before charging at Chu Feng with lightning speed.

Chu Feng was ready for him, pushing the Cloudwalk to its utmost limit. All that could be seen was Fikdar's vicious sweep, sending a stream of black mist hurtling towards Chu Feng from the longsword.

Chu Feng was cautious not to act rashly, aware of the sinister nature of Fikdar. With swift agility, he dodged to the side while simultaneously propelling himself forward with great speed towards Fikdar.

A crisp "ding" echoed as Chu Feng's dagger met Fikdar's longsword in a clash.

"Quite the quick reflexes for a sissy," Chu Feng remarked, his voice steady despite the surprise he felt within. He had intended to deliver a swift, fatal blow, yet Fikdar had managed to parry his strike.

"Sissy? Hehe, I'm rather fond of that nickname. But you know, those who've used it before are all dead, and you're not going to be an exception," Fikdar said with a slight smile, his fair face betraying a hint of amusement. With that, he thrust his black longsword directly at Chu Feng's chest.

The longsword seemed to slither like a venomous snake; even before it reached him, Chu Feng felt a coldness piercing his chest and hastily retreated. But the longsword, like a persistent shadow, followed closely behind.

The air was filled with a symphony of "dings" as the dagger and longsword continued to collide.

Despite Fikdar's eerie presence and the power of his Profound Weapon, he found himself matched by Chu Feng's Cloudwalk footwork, leading to a deadlock.

"Damn it! To master the top-grade Mystic Ascension footwork takes years of grueling practice, and yet this novice, who has barely had the All-Seeing Eye for a few months, is holding his own against Fikdar!" Xiahou Jiao fumed, her fists clenched in frustration.

Initially, Xiahou Jiao hadn't been impressed when Chu Feng executed the top-grade Mystic Ascension footwork, considering his mere months of experience as a warrior. She had thought it commendable enough that he could wield such advanced footwork. But against Fikdar, who had honed the same footwork for three years, she was convinced Chu Feng stood no chance. To her astonishment, Chu Feng was withstanding Fikdar's onslaught.

Had Fikdar not failed to break through to the Mystic Ascension realm for this duel, he likely would have secured victory by now.

"Behold the sword!"

Two hours into the battle, just as everyone anticipated a prolonged fight, Fikdar's piercing cry cut through the air. He charged at Chu Feng with undiminished speed, his black longsword thrusting straight at him.

This time, it was clear to all.

The prolonged combat had severely depleted both Chu Feng and Fikdar's Shadow Power. Now, neither employed their footwork, opting instead for direct, face-to-face combat.

Fikdar unleashed his full power in this strike, and Chu Feng had no chance to evade.

Chu Feng could feel the chilling aura emanating from the black longsword and was inwardly distressed.

If only time had not been an issue, he would have at least practiced these two skills. Previously, he had spent considerable time mastering Cloudwalk, leaving no time to cultivate another skill. It seemed he would definitely need to focus on cultivating a new skill next time.

"Fine, if you seek death, then... take my punch!"

With no escape in sight, Chu Feng chose not to dodge. He let out a thunderous yell and lunged at Fikdar with his fist.

Voidfist!

This was the technique the young warrior had used at the start of their battle, which Chu Feng had practiced in his past life. However, this was the first time Chu Feng had executed it in this life!

With no other options, he had to attempt it, or else face certain death.

"Voidfist!"

Beneath the arena, the young warrior's eyes bulged in shock upon seeing Chu Feng wield his own technique. Ignoring his injured left hand, he stared intently at Chu Feng.

"Heh, a fist against a longsword? You're seeking death!"

Fikdar sneered as he saw Chu Feng's fist approach his longsword. His eyes narrowed, but his speed remained relentless.

In an instant, the crowd saw Chu Feng's fist collide with the longsword. At the moment of impact, Chu Feng's fist shifted direction, continuing its rapid trajectory straight toward Fikdar's chest.

"What?! Prince Chu Feng is willing to risk it all?!"

Silence fell over the spectators. Even the King of Edora, watching from afar, shone with a glint of intrigue. This Fikdar was undoubtedly a plant by the Xiahou family. Contemplating this sinister character, the King of Edora resolved that such a man could not be spared.

"Hehe, you want to gamble? I'll indulge you!"

Once Fikdar discerned Chu Feng's intentions, he let out a thunderous roar, and his longsword thrust straight for Chu Feng's heart.

The impact of a mere fist against his body was trivial to Fikdar. Conversely, he believed that once his black sword pierced Chu Feng's heart, it would be the end for Chu Feng!

"Puff!"

Before the watchful eyes of the onlookers, they witnessed Fikdar's black sword suddenly impale Chu Feng's chest!

They could even hear the sound of Chu Feng coughing up blood!

"It's over..."

"It is indeed over."

Fikdar had barely cracked a smile and uttered those words when Chu Feng's voice unexpectedly reached his ears.

Fikdar spun around only to see Chu Feng smiling at him, a massive wound on Chu Feng's arm bleeding profusely.

"You... Why... do you still have Shadow Power?"

Fikdar's words were cut short as he collapsed to the ground.

A gaping hole was left in his chest, his heart punched out of his body, and Fikdar met his demise in the arena.

"Why do I still have Shadow Power? That's a secret," Chu Feng said, wiping the blood from his mouth.

Fikdar had been so sure his own Shadow Power was depleted, and he assumed Chu Feng's reserves were also running low, which is why he launched what he thought would be a fatal strike.

What he hadn't anticipated was the extraordinary strength of Chu Feng's elixir field!

In that critical moment, as the black sword sought to claim him, Chu Feng summoned all his Shadow Power to execute the Cloudwalk footwork, evading the deadly blow. Then, with a single Voidfist strike, he claimed Fikdar's life.

Chu Feng had taken a gamble, wagering that Fikdar's Shadow Power was nearly spent, and indeed, he had gambled correctly.

Standing in the arena, Chu Feng surveyed the stunned crowd and then cast a glance at Chu Lang and another Chu Feng, who were seething with rage in the distance. He couldn't help but smile...