mynovelweb Chapter 340 Knock out Xu Tian
Chapter 340 Knock out Xu Tian
"Lin Feng, we are here to help you!" Chen Yu shouted, his eyes full of determination.
Seeing them running towards him, Lin Feng hurriedly stopped them, saying, "Don't come over! You can't come in!" His voice was filled with anxiety. "I'm not very familiar with the control of the Star Realm yet. If you come in, you'll be suppressed by gravity and realm, and it will also distract me."
When Chen Yu and Chen Xiner heard Lin Feng's words, they stopped and looked at Lin Feng and Xu Tian with worry on their faces.
Lin Feng turned his head and continued to face Xu Tian. Xu Tian was on the brink of agony. A familiar consciousness would flicker in his eyes, a glimmer of his original soul struggling, before being overtaken by a beast-like madness. Lin Feng looked at Xu Tian, his heart in turmoil. Because of the friendship between him and Xu Tian, he couldn't really attack him.
After dodging Xu Tian's attacks several times, Lin Feng was already sweating profusely. His clothes were soaked with sweat and stuck to his body. Maintaining the Star Field was too much for him. He felt his body growing heavier, and each dodge became more and more strenuous.
"What should I do... I can't keep going like this..." Lin Feng thought anxiously, his eyes filled with helplessness. He looked at Xu Tian, his heart filled with pain. He knew that if he didn't solve this problem quickly, not only would he be in danger from running out of Qi, but he might also implicate Chen Yu and Chen Xiner.
Finally, Lin Feng was at his wit's end. He looked at the frantic Xu Tian, a flicker of determination in his eyes. "Xu Tian, I'm sorry..." he whispered, his voice filled with pain and helplessness.
Lin Feng picked up the Star Blade and turned the blade outward. He seized the opportunity, and just as Xu Tian was about to attack him again, he suddenly raised the Star Blade and swung it towards Xu Tian's stomach. The back of the Star Blade struck Xu Tian's stomach with a dull thud. Xu Tian's body was sent flying like a cannonball, and a large mouthful of blood spurted out, spilling onto the ground in a glaring red.
Lin Feng didn't hesitate, seizing the opportunity to charge forward. Concentrating all his strength, he delivered a powerful punch to Xu Tian. This punch embodied Lin Feng's anger, helplessness, and friendship for Xu Tian. His strength, combined with the added gravity of the star field, made the punch exceptionally powerful.
"Bang!" The punch landed solidly on Xu Tian, sending him flying again before slamming heavily to the ground. This time, he completely lost consciousness, and the purple lines that had spread across his body slowly faded, leaving only a palm-sized dark purple spot on his chest, like an ugly scar, a record of this nightmarish experience.
After Lin Feng delivered the punch, he collapsed to the ground, breathless. He felt his body had reached its limit, his Qi nearly exhausted. He looked at the unconscious Xu Tian, his eyes filled with mixed emotions.
At this moment, Chen Yu and Chen Xiner suddenly shouted, "Lin Feng, someone is coming!" Their voices were full of tension.
Lin Feng was startled. He forced himself to stand up and carried Xu Tian. He shouted to Chen Yu and Chen Xiner, "Let's go!" Then, the four of them quickly left this bloody and dangerous place, leaving behind only a messy battlefield that looked particularly desolate in the afterglow of the setting sun.
They ran wildly on the rugged road. Lin Feng's steps were a little unsteady, but he still held Xu Tian tightly. Chen Yu and Chen Xiner led the way, and they looked back at Lin Feng from time to time, their eyes full of worry.
"Lin Feng, how are you? Can you still hold on?" Chen Xiner asked anxiously, tears in her eyes.
Lin Feng gritted his teeth and said, "I'm fine. Let's get out of here first." His voice was weak but full of determination. He knew that now was not the time to rest. They had to find a safe place as soon as possible.
As he ran, Lin Feng's mind kept replaying images of him and Xu Tian together. Those days when they had practiced and fought together now seemed so far away.
Lin Feng carried the unconscious Xu Tian, his steps staggering slightly, but his eyes remained firm. Chen Xiner and Chen Yu followed behind him, and the four of them hurriedly left this place fraught with danger and death.
Their figures stretched long in the afterglow, like the last breath of life in this ruined land. Lin Feng's clothes were torn and bloodstained, and his hair, soaked with sweat, stuck to his forehead in clumps. His arms trembled slightly from bearing Xu Tian's weight, but he gritted his teeth and took one arduous step after another. Each step left a deep footprint in the gravel and blood-stained ground, and those footprints seemed to contain the story of the life-and-death battle they had just experienced.
Chen Xin'er's face was pale, her eyes still tinged with fear and worry. She kept glancing back toward the pit, as if afraid some unknown terror might pursue her from there. Her hands clutched tightly at the hem of her clothes, her fingers turning white from the strain. Her body trembled slightly, her steps faltering. Chen Yu, on the other hand, glanced around warily, his weapon tightly gripped. His brow furrowed, his eyes grim, ready to respond to any possible danger.
Shortly after they left, several figures appeared at the edge of the pit like ghosts. The leader, dressed in ornate attire and possessing an extraordinary presence, was none other than Zhuang Junhao. He gazed at the horrific, mummified corpse within the pit, his brow furrowed slightly, a flicker of surprise in his eyes. His gaze was deep and piercing, as if he could see through everything happening on the battlefield.
"A Grandmaster is fighting here, and he's incredibly powerful," Zhuang Junhao said slowly. His voice was deep and magnetic, echoing through the silent battlefield, yet it carried an undeniable authority. He crouched down, carefully examining the pit, his fingers lightly tracing the bloodstains on the ground, a thoughtful look in his eyes.
Standing next to him was a Grandmaster in a white robe. His face was stern, his eyes as sharp as an eagle's. He nodded slightly at Zhuang Junhao's words, then glanced around the battlefield. "Looking closely at the traces of battle, his strength should be comparable to mine," he said. His tone was solemn, his white robe fluttering gently in the breeze, only accentuating his upright posture, a commanding presence beneath his breath. He clasped his hands behind his back, his eyes narrowed slightly, as if analyzing something.
At this moment, another person walked to the other side of the pit, his gaze drawn to the frozen ground. He squatted down, touched the cold surface with his hand, and felt the biting chill, his brow furrowing even deeper. "This kind of weather can cause ice to form, so it must be someone from Xinghai Peak," he muttered to himself, his voice low but clearly audible in the quiet surroundings. He stood up and dusted himself off, his eyes revealing a hint of doubt and caution. His clothing was simple, but he possessed a unique aura, the restraint and composure brought about by years of cultivation.