The winter wind howled above the wild city, and even in the south, it was still bitterly cold.
But after the Great Nirvana, Human physical fitness was strong, and Martial Artists even more so, with much stronger resistance to both cold and heat.
On the rooftop, Luo Feng, with the Blood Shadow Battle Blade in one hand and a hexagonal shield in the other, and Zhang Zehu, holding a broadsword, stood on opposite sides, ready for battle.
To the side, a group of people watched.
There were eleven in total: the remaining five from Tiger Fang Squad, the remaining five from Fire Hammer Squad, and Dong Guan.
Since it was decided to let Luo Feng duel Tiger Fang, and having a War God present was safe enough, Gao Feng also called up the remaining four members of the squad.
At this moment, Dong Guan watched with interest, while the others were somewhat nervous.
The five members of Tiger Fang Squad observed Luo Feng's strength, preparing for how to react next, after all, if Zhang Zehu couldn't win, they would also have to enter the arena.
They were still confident in Zhang Zehu; he was already very close to the Warlord level, and experienced, whereas Luo Feng was, after all, just a novice.
The five members of Fire Hammer Squad were a bit nervous.
Because of Dong Guan's presence this time, Luo Feng did not expose his Master Nian identity.
They could confirm that Luo Feng was a Genius and were very optimistic about his future, but the future was ultimately not the present.
"Luo Feng, although you are a Genius and very lucky, a dead Genius is nothing." Zhang Zehu gripped his broadsword, his eyes filled with killing intent as he looked at Luo Feng.
"Anyone can say harsh words, what really matters is the skill in your hands." Luo Feng's eyes gradually narrowed, and he moved his feet slightly, poised and ready.
"Die!" Zhang Zehu roared, then swung his broadsword and charged towards Luo Feng, the concrete ground of the rooftop cracking under his steps.
Facing Zhang Zehu's powerful and heavy strike, Luo Feng responded calmly, taking a step back, overlapping his blade and shield, and using his full body strength to block.
Bang!
After taking the blow, the broadsword and Blood Shadow Battle Blade collided, and Luo Feng retreated a few more steps than Zhang Zehu.
The small probing attack ended.
"So much strength." Luo Feng tightened his grip on the battle blade and shield in his hands.
If caught off guard, he might not have been able to hold on to his blade under one strike, and would have to expose his Master Nian identity.
Although exposing it wouldn't be a big deal, and he might even receive more attention and better training, he still didn't want to leave his hometown.
The strength of a high-level warrior is 4000 kilograms to 8000 kilograms. Zhang Zehu, as someone only a step away from the Warlord level, had over 7000 kilograms of strength, double that of Luo Feng, whose strength was still around 4000 kilograms.
Having the upper hand, Zhang Zehu gave no quarter, pressing forward with his entire body, forcing Luo Feng to retreat repeatedly.
Lack of strength was a major disadvantage, but Luo Feng also had trump cards and wasn't flustered at all. While retreating, he looked for openings, waiting for an opportunity.
In the blink of an eye, he reached the edge of the rooftop.
"Go down for me!"
Seeing Zhang Zehu's blade coming down, Luo Feng stepped onto the low wall at the edge of the rooftop, lowered his body, dodged the attack, and got behind Zhang Zehu.
Because Luo Feng dodged, Zhang Zehu's blade struck the edge of the rooftop, and a large section of bricks fell from the six-story building.
Ninefold Thunder Blade, First Level!
Luo Feng circulated his strength, unleashing two layers of hidden power, a full 140% of his strength, delivering a strike to Zhang Zehu.
Clang!
Zhang Zehu's Move was spent, and coupled with not expecting Luo Feng's strength increase, he could only block with the back of his blade, slightly spraining his right thumb.
"Ninefold Thunder Blade? You really are a Genius, but the more of a Genius you are, the more you deserve to Die!"
The killing intent in Zhang Zehu's eyes grew heavier. After Luo Feng circulated the first level of Ninefold Thunder Blade, his strength was already close to his.
Also a blade user, Zhang Zehu had also purchased Ninefold Thunder Blade, but had never been able to master it.
Under Luo Feng's 140% strength, the gap in absolute strength was not so large anymore.
Furthermore, their fighting styles were different, and Luo Feng's attack speed was slightly faster than his.
In this situation, he really couldn't guarantee a win.
Shaking his right hand and changing his stance, Zhang Zehu suppressed the hint of contempt and the impatience to end the fight quickly.
The two continued to fight.
Although Zhang Zehu was not as much of a Genius as Luo Feng and hadn't mastered Ninefold Thunder Blade, he had studied a lower-grade secret technique, and his movement technique, through years of practice, was also close to the subtle level.
As a result, Luo Feng suddenly felt immense pressure.
However, it was precisely under pressure that he continuously improved, learning from Zhang Zehu and compensating for his weaknesses.
From time to time, he would also use his psychic energy to adjust his posture.
This brought frustration to Zhang Zehu; many good opportunities were always missed due to "luck".
"Almost, still almost, why is it almost again?" Zhang Zehu wondered.
However, he was very patient. Luo Feng had the advantage in speed, and he had the advantage in strength. The gap in technique could be gradually closed, but basic strength could not be supplemented during the battle.
"It's starting to get a little interesting." To the side, Dong Guan commented.
Battles at the warrior level, or even Warlord level, were actually quite ordinary to him, but Luo Feng's progress during the fight was quite interesting to watch.
Of course, the most important thing was that one side of the battle was Luo Feng.
"City Lord Luo is only eighteen and still young." As Dong Guan watched the struggling Luo Feng, this thought appeared in his mind.
In the eyes of the others, the members of Tiger Fang Squad were hopeful, hoping for Zhang Zehu's victory.
Fire Hammer Squad, on the other hand, was worried. It didn't matter if Luo Feng lost, but he absolutely couldn't get hurt.
They looked towards Dong Guan from time to time, but saw that Dong Guan was merely watching the duel, with no other movements.
"Die!" Zhang Zehu finally seized an opportunity, using the battle rhythm control gained from his rich experience to force Luo Feng into a corner, minimizing the influence of the "luck" factor.
A Move, Power Splitting Mount Hua, was blocked by Luo Feng, but this was just a feint.
Because the force of the block was too great, Luo Feng's body was slightly off-balance. Zhang Zehu seized the opportunity, delivered a horizontal slash towards Luo Feng's waist, intending to cut him in half.
Luo Feng also realized this problem, immediately let go of the Blood Shadow Battle Blade in his hand to obstruct Zhang Zehu's vision, used psychic energy to control his combat uniform, and forcibly twisted his body without a point of leverage, dodging the strike.
Zhang Zehu continuously slashed over ten times, but Luo Feng dodged all of them.
"Almost done." Luo Feng's eyes sharpened. If he continued the "normal" fight, he still couldn't beat Zhang Zehu. After all, it was his first time outside the Base City, he lacked combat experience, and his physical fitness was not as good as the opponent's.
A Genius also needs Space to grow.
However, Luo Feng was a Master Nian.
He decided to end the battle.
He moved forward, pretending to grab the hilt of the Blood Shadow Battle Blade again.
But although Zhang Zehu had lost the opportunity for an immediate decisive victory earlier, he would not give up this advantage.
He kicked the Blood Shadow Battle Blade away, in a direction away from Luo Feng.
At this moment, Luo Feng squatted down and used the hexagonal shield to push at his lower body.
Zhang Zehu jumped away, while simultaneously swinging the broadsword in his hand, striking the shield.
"Haha, Luo Feng, Die!" Zhang Zehu laughed triumphantly.
"Danger!" Zhang Zehu's intuition warned him. He quickly looked at Luo Feng and saw Luo Feng take out throwing knives from his waist and shoot them out rapidly.
While throwing the knives, Luo Feng rolled on the ground and picked up the Blood Shadow Battle Blade again.
"Was that blade there just now?"
Zhang Zehu noticed the strangeness of the Blood Shadow Battle Blade and the throwing knives, especially how the force of the throwing knives actually changed speed as they approached his body.
But it was already too late.
One of the throwing knives, which he had clearly struck down, suddenly changed direction in mid-air and directly pierced his abdomen.
"You are..." Zhang Zehu finally confirmed Luo Feng's identity as a Master Nian, but he could no longer speak.
Because another throwing knife slashed across his neck.
Aside from Dong Guan, the others did not notice the anomaly in Zhang Zehu's death, only thinking that Luo Feng's throwing knives were thrown very well.
Luo Feng gave Zhang Zehu's corpse a final kick off the rooftop, gifting it to the ravenous monsters below.
The faces of the Tiger Fang Squad members were all very grim.
But they were also a bit confused. Even if Luo Feng had mastered the first level of Ninefold Thunder Blade, his strength was not as great as Zhang Zehu's. How did Zhang Zehu lose?
"Who's next?" Dong Guan's voice came faintly.
In Tiger Fang Squad, Captain Pan Ya wanted to fight. Zhang Zehu had already been defeated. In the squad, only he and another cold weapon Warlord could reliably defeat Zhang Zehu in close combat.
But Dong Guan wasn't asking him, but Luo Feng.
At this point, everyone could see that he seemed to greatly appreciate Luo Feng.
Luo Feng's gaze naturally shifted towards one person in Tiger Fang Squad, Li Xiao.
Fire Hammer Squad and Tiger Fang Squad were relatively familiar with each other. Coupled with the feud between Luo Feng and Zhang Zehu of Tiger Fang Squad, they naturally shared information about Tiger Fang Squad with Luo Feng.
In Tiger Fang Squad, Li Xiao had the best relationship with Zhang Zehu, and his strength was average.
In fact, even Captain Pan Ya, with Luo Feng's powerful psychic energy, would not be feared, but at this time, it was better to deal with others first and recover a bit.
Li Xiao clenched his fists, preparing to enter the arena.
Although his physical fitness was stronger than Luo Feng's, so was Zhang Zehu's, and he couldn't beat Zhang Zehu in close combat.
"Luo Feng," Tiger Fang Captain Pan Ya spoke, "Actually, besides Tiger, there isn't much hatred between us, is there?"
