"Bang~ Whoosh~"
"Chī lā~ Bang~!"
"Bang~!"
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As Ye Feng and Xu Kuang clashed, the sounds of impact, blades cutting, roars, and spitting blood continuously echoed. The entire scene was filled with flying earth and stones, with large pits appearing from time to time.
"Hole~ ZzZz~"
"Ah!~ Ah~!..."
Suddenly, the ground rumbled, followed by pig-like screams.
It turned out Han Qiuli had made her move. She slammed her palms onto the ground, and a large number of sharp earth and stone spikes shot out, piercing the arms and thighs of Chu Sheng and Zheng Baowen, who were attempting to sneak attack her and Han Xianxing. The spikes then pushed them upwards...
"Father... What is this Zeng Aniu... what is he doing?"
Han Qiuli paid little attention to the wailing Chu Sheng and Zheng Baowen. Instead, she looked at Han Xianxing with a puzzled expression, filled with confusion.
"This..."
Han Xianxing, his hair completely white, also frowned deeply.
Because he found the battle between Ye Feng and Xu Kuang to be peculiar. They both ran to the same spot, assumed similar stances, closed their eyes, and swung almost identical strikes.
Ye Feng seemed to be deliberately imitating something. He had already unleashed many slashes, but they didn't inflict much damage on Xu Kuang, and he had even missed several times...
"Little friend Zeng, you absolutely must not be careless. This phantom beast-type reinforced serum definitely possesses very special power!"
"The Tyrannosaurus Rex reinforced serum I injected can spit out extremely powerful red fireballs. This Xu Kuang, having injected the phantom beast-type reinforced serum, likely hasn't adapted to it yet and doesn't know how to use it!"
"The longer this drags on, the more it's detrimental to both of us!"
Han Xianxing held his breath and quickly shouted to Ye Feng.
"Cough cough~ cough cough~ cough~!"
Before he finished speaking, Han Xianxing's breathing became rapid, and he coughed violently, with clear streaks of blood in his phlegm.
"Hmph!"
Hearing this, Xu Kuang snorted coldly and rolled a large boulder with his tail towards Han Xianxing. Han Qiuli managed to block it with a substantial stone wall.
Ye Feng also heard Han Xianxing's words. He frowned slightly but still did not launch a frenzied assault on Xu Kuang.
Because he felt a familiar yet powerful, invisible pressure from Xu Kuang, who had transformed into a Hell Cerberus. He had felt this same sensation at the Dune Ancient Battlefield when facing the terrifying Su Jianying.
It was under that terrifying oppressive aura that he had, as if in a dream, seen an old man in plain clothes slash diagonally across the sky with a branch.
It was a very peculiar feeling. The old man's speed was not fast, and he used only a branch, yet Ye Feng sensed an incomparably mysterious power from it...
And the strike Ye Feng had imitated, using the branch as inspiration, had actually annihilated the Su Jianying, which was enveloped in red light, swarming with runes, and possessing mystical power...
The reason Ye Feng hadn't attacked Xu Kuang with full force just now, but instead kept searching for opportunities to swing a similar strike with the same stance, was to recapture that original feeling...
"Hoo~!"
Ye Feng exhaled softly, tightened his grip on the Tang Dao, and re-engaged Xu Kuang in combat.
"Father... This... Zeng Aniu seems to be honing the same move?"
Observing the two fighting in the arena, Han Qiuli began to understand.
"Xu Kuang is using this opportunity to gradually adapt to his transformed body... His oppressive aura has also strengthened..."
Han Xianxing, who had been intently watching Xu Kuang, looked even more grim, his brows furrowed into a deep crease.
"Huh?"
Ye Feng leaped in front of one of Xu Kuang's dog legs, about to practice the strike he had unleashed earlier. Suddenly, the black mist around Xu Kuang instantly thickened, and an immense pressure swept over him.
"Bang!~ Ugh~!"
Ye Feng was forced back several meters by this pressure, his chest churning, feeling as if he were about to vomit.
"This..."
Ye Feng suppressed the surging blood and qi, his expression solemn.
Although the black mist swirling around Xu Kuang was unstable, it clearly possessed immense power. The nearby stones, struck by the black mist, instantly turned to powder.
"Kid, die!"
At this moment, Xu Kuang roared. The central dog head opened its mouth, and the black mist on his body converged into it, seemingly about to condense.
"Zzzzz~"
The black mist dispersed halfway through its gathering.
"Damn it!"
Xu Kuang cursed and lunged at Ye Feng with his massive claws.
Unlike before, Xu Kuang's speed had greatly increased, and his claws were wrapped in a thick black mist.
Arcane energy surged around Ye Feng, accelerating his movements.
"Bang~ Clang!~"
In a head-on clash, Ye Feng blocked with his Tang Dao but was still sent flying back a considerable distance by Xu Kuang's claws.
At this moment, the oppressive aura Ye Feng felt from Xu Kuang was even stronger, as if it were tangible, surrounding the space and impeding his movements.
"Kid, your Tang Dao is indeed exceptionally sharp. If you had launched a fierce assault from the beginning, I might have died by your hand!"
"Now, it's too late!"
As he spoke, Xu Kuang's central dog head opened its mouth, and a sphere of condensed black mist rapidly formed, crackling with arcs of electricity.
Almost simultaneously, a pair of crackling wings began to grow from Xu Kuang's back.
Instantly, Xu Kuang's oppressive aura became even more terrifying!
Seeing this, Ye Feng's eyes narrowed, and his primordial arcane energy surged wildly, infusing even more arcane energy into his Tang Dao.
Ye Feng did not rush. He took a light breath, closed his eyes, calmed his mind, tightened his grip on the Tang Dao, and sensed carefully.
Silence.
Ye Feng's mind grew increasingly quiet, so quiet that he could hear his own heartbeat.
Gradually, his mind became clear, and the sounds of the surroundings vanished.
Suddenly, a peculiar fluctuation echoed in his mind, seemingly originating from the Tang Dao. Ye Feng once again recalled the scene of the old man in plain clothes slashing across the sky with a branch.
Compared to his experience at the dunes, Ye Feng felt closer to the old man, seeing him more clearly, and the trajectory of the slash more defined...
Instinctively, Ye Feng, holding the Tang Dao, slowly raised his arm and, following the old man's movements, slashed out...
"Whoosh~!"
A sharp whistling sound pierced the air.
Where Ye Feng's Tang Dao swept past, the air seemed to subtly distort, and a ripple, moving at extreme speed along the path of the blade, instantly traversed Xu Kuang's body.
The ripple did not stop there but continued to spread, surging towards the heavens...
"Pfft~ Chī lā~!"
Xu Kuang's body, as it continued to run, split cleanly in two.
Due to the immense inertia, he was still propelled forward. Ye Feng, standing in the middle, was not hit but was drenched in a large amount of blood, with internal organs also landing on him...
However, Ye Feng was oblivious. He still had his eyes closed, engrossed in trying to recall that profound and mysterious feeling.
This feeling was peculiar... Ye Feng couldn't quite describe it for a while...
Even with his eyes closed, he could "see" Xu Kuang's running body instantly split in two, and the black sphere he had been condensing in his mouth dissipated...
"Father... What... just happened..."
"The... the clouds in the sky... were... were split open..."
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