CHAPTER 290: CHAPTER 290: COMPETING FOR FIRST PLACE (PART 1)

Whoosh!

In the blink of an eye, Ning Fei’s figure split into three, transforming into three afterimages that attacked Mo Ling from three directions: left, right, and front. Ice shards filled the air, causing the temperature to drop by three or four degrees instantly.

Splat! Splat!

Mo Ling suddenly stepped forward two steps, and the powerful wind around his body swelled violently, transforming into countless black streams of Powerful Qi that flew in all directions.

Seeing Ning Fei divided into three figures, Mo Ling instantly punched out three times, sealing off all possible angles of attack, leaving no gaps.

Crunch, crunch!

Two afterimages shattered on impact, ice shards scattering in all directions, and the remaining Ning Fei was also punched away, retreating three steps while looking a bit pale.

Boom!

As his body retreated, Ning Fei clenched his fingers tightly and punched out again, like a blue dragon roaring in fury, aiming at Mo Ling’s chest, causing the air to explode in bursts!

Bam! Bam! Bam...

On the stage, countless ice shards and black shadows overlapped as Ning Fei and Mo Ling fought, making it clear that Ning Fei was at a disadvantage. After just five or six moves, blood could be seen at the corner of Ning Fei’s mouth, his state quite miserable.

Below the stage, Zhu Hongxue looked at the scene, shook her head, and said, "Senior Brother Mo is really too strong."

After saying this, she glanced at Chu Ming, her eyes showing surprise. Mo Ling’s strength was evident, but as Mo Ling’s opponent, Chu Ming’s expression had not changed, remaining as indifferent as before.

However, exactly because of this, doubt began to arise in her heart.

Bang!

On the stage, Ning Fei was punched away by Mo Ling, who spread his arms wide like a roc, pouncing toward Ning Fei. Countless whistling sounds roared in the air!

"Cold Ice-Breaking Fist!"

Ning Fei gritted her teeth, an dazzling fist edge shot from her right fist like a comet sweeping the moon, the sun and moon falling. In the eyes of everyone, it was not a fist being thrown, but a giant Ice Peak.

"Black Jade Cliff!"

Mo Ling responded with his fist as well, punching out like a broken mountain, black Powerful Qi enveloping his fist, towering high, covering half the sky of the arena.

Thump, thump...

Under the fervent gaze of the crowd, the two fist shadows collided instantaneously, the phantom of two mountains clashing and squeezing, releasing countless remnants of Fist Force, a terrifying wave of Qi spreading in both directions, enveloping the entire arena.

Dust settled, and two figures stood quietly on the arena. Mo Ling’s expression was cold, his black robe fierce, devoid of emotion, while Ning Fei had a pale face, completely bloodless.

At the Elder’s area, Li Qinghan glanced at Ning Fei’s state, shook his head and sighed.

"Puh..."

Ning Fei spat out a mouthful of blood, a trace of bitterness at the corner of her mouth.

She was defeated!

The contest continued, but compared to the duel between Mo Ling and Ning Fei, the subsequent matches seemed much more ordinary.

No one in the crowd had the interest to continue watching, their minds focused on the remaining two heavyweight matches.

One match was Chu Ming vs. Ning Fei, and the other was Chu Ming vs. Mo Ling.

The eight hundred twenty-first match finally brought Chu Ming back to the stage, his opponent Ning Fei.

The atmosphere in the Central Hall reached its peak at this moment, the numerous disciples below staring at the two people on stage with scorching eyes.

"I never thought that you would make it here in the end."

Ning Fei’s eyes showed slight surprise, Chu Ming making it this far as a new disciple was enough to astonish her.

"There are many things you cannot imagine."

Chu Ming’s expression was indifferent, speaking coldly; the Conjugate Sword had unknowingly appeared in his hand, a faint Sword Momentum rising behind him.

"Although I don’t know where your confidence comes from, I must say, even if you beat me, you won’t defeat him."

Ning Fei glanced at Mo Ling dismissively and spoke calmly.

"You don’t need to worry about that."

Chu Ming responded coolly.

As the duel began, Chu Ming swiftly transformed into a condensed gust of wind, dashing toward Ning Fei. The Conjugate Sword in his hand transformed into an Aurora, sweeping towards Ning Fei’s chest!

Ning Fei had already prepared, stepping forward briskly, her right fist pulled to her waist, an ice shard floating in her hand, which she crushed fiercely, punching forward at the same time. The terrifying Ice Qi filled the space.

Phew...

A glimmer of Sword Light shattered instantly under Ning Fei’s attack, yet Chu Ming’s expression remained unchanged. As his body swayed in the air, the whirlwind behind him transformed into boundless Sword Momentum, pressing down towards Ning Fei!

Simultaneously, Chu Ming’s Conjugate Sword transformed into a white Sword Curtain in the air, intangible yet real, enveloping Chu Ming within.

Thump, thump, thump...

The crowd on the stage was stunned. Given Chu Ming’s previously demonstrated strength, Ning Fei should not have had any suspense fighting him, yet the current scenario was somewhat tense.

Whoosh!

A terrifying Ice Fist shot from Ning Fei’s hand, with ice threads faintly dripping from the sky. Chu Ming stomped the ground, his body clad in a fierce white robe, eyes revealing a cold glint. A white Sword Light shot out from his sword.

Immortal Sword Intent, burst forth!

Slaughter Sword Intent, burst forth!

Crack!

Chu Ming’s sword was like a divine stroke, directly piercing the center of Ning Fei’s Ice Fist, shattering it on impact.

Ning Fei did not retreat but used the momentum of her attack to step forward, throwing another, even stronger punch.

"Cold Ice-Breaking Fist!"

Boom!

The blue fist shadow, like an Ice Mountain, pressed fiercely towards Chu Ming, with comet-like momentum, creating a crushing force that caused the air to explode.

"Cloud Ascension!"

Chu Ming maintained his indifferent expression. At some point, white clouds appeared in the sky, changing shapes. Ning Fei felt a sense of caution.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

With clouds as the sword, everything could be a sword. In the air, strands of white mist, infused with Sword Qi by Chu Ming, expanded into numerous Sword Lights, shooting towards Ning Fei with a chilling gleam.

The second move of the Cloud Swordsmanship was impressively strong. Chu Ming estimated that if he exerted full strength, it could kill Ning Fei in an instant.

Thump, thump, thump...

Blue fist force and white Sword Light collided, shattering into countless Spiritual Power Fragments, shooting in all directions!

Crack!

In just a moment, Ning Fei’s Fist Force was entirely shredded by Chu Ming’s Cloud Ascension!

"I lost!"

As the Fist Force disappeared, Ning Fei said softly, turned, and left the arena decisively.

Chu Ming sheathed his sword and exhaled deeply, just one step away!

At this moment, the disciples below were even more excited. Ning Fei’s rank was now settled, having lost to Mo Ling and Chu Ming, placing her third. The first and second places would be determined between Chu Ming and Mo Ling.