Cohabitation with Sword Spirit-Chapter 290 - 28: Earnest and Sincere Words (Part 2)

In this environment, unless one possesses True Essence above the Rain Cover Realm, able to condense and elevate their Divine Sense into a Primordial Spirit, thereby suppressing the chaos, almost no Immortal Technique would be effective. Instead, one would have to endure increasing pressure, where every move feels like being stuck in mud.

Shen Feihong was indeed counting on this. No matter what devious stratagem the opponent intended to use, inside the blood circle, they ultimately had to use Immortal Techniques to be effective, and as long as brute force could destroy that environment, all conspiracies would collapse.

Only the most primitive and ferocious power of flesh and blood could be effective in this confined space, and this was Shen Feihong's greatest reliance in the invincible blood circle.

When it comes to the power of flesh and blood, who present could be more skilled than someone with Innate Divine Power like him?

The only point of doubt was that from start to finish, Li Wanqing seemed to be intentionally cooperating with his tactics, responding to each move, without any intention of breaking the situation.

Could she still hope to defeat him in this melee?

Shen Feihong quickly dismissed the doubts in his mind because there was no need to spend much effort considering these.

Using Divine Techniques in close combat is his most powerful means now, and the blood circle has been his home ground for 10 years. If he can't win even like this, then there's nothing more to say.

However, he certainly didn't believe he would lose. To cultivate this Divine Technique, he had worked harder and more desperately than anyone in the past decade and more, having countless encounters even in live battles. Even the genius Shen Qing couldn't compare to him; how could a little girl from the Li Family possibly surpass him!?

With this belief, although Shen Feihong's expression didn't change, his heart burned like his fists, continuously unleashing endless power through his punches.

Inside the blood circle, it was soon covered with blood color, then completely filled, making it so outsiders couldn't see the situation inside the circle with the naked eye, only by opening the Spiritual Eye and judging the situation from the chaotic True Essence Fluctuation.

Second by second, time advanced.

The faces of the spectators with Spiritual Eyes also grew increasingly solemn.

After an unknown length of time, some younger spectators with shallower cultivation couldn't maintain their Spiritual Eyes and had to retreat, sweating profusely. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

Yet the battle inside the blood circle continued.

It was a heart-wrenching stalemate.

In the initial few minutes, the scene was slightly monotonous, with Shen Feihong's heavy punches like rain and Li Wanqing's round shield like an umbrella. However, as the aftershocks continued to stir the battlefield, Shen Feihong gradually enhanced his Divine Technique's power, his skin color turning from red to purple, then from purple to black. His heavy punches contained not only the Divine Technique of fire but also more profound and mysterious content.

Those familiar with him could see that Shen Feihong had exceeded his limits.

He was most skilled in the Divine Technique of fire or, more accurately, only skilled in the fire Divine Technique. Though he dabbled in the rest, it was only theoretical and couldn't be effectively used in live combat.

But now, after a prolonged fight, Shen Feihong unhesitatingly used the power beyond his limits.

At this moment, it was like a high-wire act in the sky, each heavy punch thrown varying greatly, with its power increasing significantly, yet the risk also doubling. The Divine Technique could twist and collapse almost at any moment.

Shen Feihong didn't care.

Having fought such a long battle, his sole thought was to crush the enemy in Black Armor with heavy punches.

In such close combat, neither side's condition could be hidden from the other. Shen Feihong, while exceeding his limits, recognized Li Wanqing wasn't truly at ease either, as she was also at the brink of collapse.

As long as he could endure longer and perform better, this edge would belong to him.

Victory will also belong to him!

This belief, like a flag, guided Shen Feihong to continue insistently.

Persist, and persist again.

Persist, and persist again.

Until his arms were heavy and numb, his vision completely dark, and the blood within him truly ignited, searing each blood vessel…

The dark enemy before him still stood firm, not even the defensive motions differing from the start.

As if all the long endeavor was merely a jest, meaningless, as if his persistence was being casually mocked, while he was utterly powerless.

At that moment, another surge of heat ignited in his heart, prompting Shen Feihong to use a higher tier of power.

However, at the instant this flame ignited, an ancient copper Talisman like a mountain suddenly appeared on his forehead.

At the moment the Talisman appeared, all of Shen Feihong's True Essence and Divine Sense were locked—or rather, suppressed.

The overburned charred skin quickly returned to its original color, with his swollen body shrinking a bit.

But on Shen Feihong's face, a trace of incredible loss appeared.

It was insurance left by his grandfather; whenever he used potentially self-destructive power, this Talisman would activate automatically, bringing him back to his normal state. But this also meant the duel ended here...

As Shen Feihong changed, Li Wanqing also lowered her hands. She then tilted her head back slightly, the black Armor like flowing water sweeping over the three-square-yard battlefield, eliminating all the stirred aftershocks.

Finally, the woman walked up to Shen Feihong, needing to look up, yet her gaze appeared condescending.

"I won."

Shen Feihong remained silent for a long time, nodding: "Ah, you won."

Then Li Wanqing said, "By the way, I took drugs before the match."