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Chapter 212 Gao Mingrui Vs Feng Yun!

Chapter 212  Gao Mingrui Vs Feng Yun!

The moment the referee's hand dropped, signaling the start of the match, a powerful wave of qi erupted from both fighters.

Feng Yun's eyes sharpened as he stepped forward, his aura surging to the Top Grand Qi Condensation Realm.

On the other hand, Gao Mingrui had the Peak Grand Qi Condensation Realm aura.

WHOOSH!

Both fighters shot forward at the same time, their auras colliding in a violent clash.

CLANK! CLANK!

One might have expected Gao Mingrui, with his Peak Grand Qi Condensation Realm, to dominate the fight. But to the astonishment of everyone present, Feng Yun held his ground with an ease that defied logic. Feng Yun's sword gleamed as he unsheathed it in a flash, a sharp burst of qi surging from the blade.

["Heavenly Emperor's Sword!"]

A silver arc slashed through the air, tearing toward Gao Mingrui with terrifying speed.

This was the first time Feng Yun had used a technique in the entire competition.

Previously, all his matches had ended too quickly for him to even bother using a technique.

The audience stirred in excitement.

"He's finally showing his true power!"

Gao Mingrui's pupils shrank. He had seen this technique in Feng Mei's earlier battle—and even Ling Meiyu had struggled against it.

Even though Feng Yun was only using Top Grand Qi Condensation Realm strength, he knew he couldn't be careless.

Without hesitation, Gao Mingrui went all out to evade it.

He stomped to the ground, twisting his body mid-air as he barely dodged the incoming strike.

A gust of wind gathered around him, his Spirit Wind Palace techniques manifesting.

["Wind Serpent Steps!"]

His figure flickered like an illusion, shifting unpredictably as he circled around Feng Yun.

With a sharp burst of speed, he struck out with his palm, a razor-sharp gust of wind slicing toward Feng Yun's ribs.

CLANG!

Feng Yun twisted his sword, deflecting the attack with a single fluid motion.

The impact sent a shockwave rippling through the arena.

Gao Mingrui gritted his teeth.

Despite his higher cultivation, Feng Yun was matching him effortlessly.

No—he wasn't just matching him.

He was controlling the fight.

Feng Yun didn't let up. He pivoted, his sword descending like a waterfall.

SLASH! SLASH!

Forced onto the defensive, Gao Mingrui gritted his teeth and channeled his qi, summoning a fierce gale around his arm.

["Tempest Dominion!"]

BOOM!

The collision of techniques sent shockwaves rippling outward. The ground beneath them cracked, dust and debris scattering through the air.

Feng Yun skidded back slightly but remained firm. He exhaled slowly, tightening his grip on his sword. His gaze, sharp as a blade, locked onto Gao Mingrui, whose breathing had grown uneven.

Frustration burned in Gao Mingrui's chest.

He had expected a challenge—but not like this.

If he had faced Ling Meiyu, he knew he wouldn't have stood a chance. But against Feng Yun, someone who was only in the Top Grand Qi Condensation Realm, he had thought victory would be easy.

Yet, Feng Yun's sword was relentless. His techniques were refined, precise, and utterly suffocating.

It wasn't that Feng Yun was overwhelming him with sheer power.

Quite the opposite, it was his flawless fighting style—his ability to exploit weaknesses, his perfect counters, and his impeccable timing—that was pushing Gao Mingrui into a corner.

No matter how Gao Mingrui tried to gain an advantage, Feng Yun was already a step ahead, reading his every move like an open book.

"DAMN IT! DAMN IT! EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU!"

Gao Mingrui's voice cracked with fury.

He—who had been destined to shine in this competition, to seize the crown—was now being toyed with by someone whose cultivation was weaker than his!

He couldn't accept this.

SLASH! SLASH!

Yet no matter what he did, Feng Yun would dodge, deflect, or counter with flawless precision.

His fighting style was not that of a typical Top Grand Qi Condensation Realm cultivator.

It was as if he had fought in countless battles, honing his skills beyond what Gao Mingrui could comprehend.

Despite Gao Mingrui's desperate efforts—despite the power behind his techniques—he was being played by Feng Yun.

["Heaven's Gale Annihilation!"]

Gao Mingrui has no choice but to use his ultimate move to somehow pave the path for his victory.

Feng Yun was also aware of this attack and knew that dodging was difficult because of its AOE.

["Mysterious Heaven Iron Wall!"]

An invisible force exploded outward from Feng Yun's body.

His qi condensed into an impenetrable wall of qi, forming countless overlapping barriers that absorbed the relentless barrage of razor winds.

The storm raged, but it couldn't break through!

Gao Mingrui's eyes widened in disbelief.

"Impossible!"

His ultimate move—one that had crushed countless opponents—was being held back by Feng Yun's mastery.

He thought that since this technique worked against Feng Liang in his previous match, it might be the same for Feng Yun.

However, what Gao Mingrui didn't know was that Feng Yun's comprehension of the Mysterious Heaven Iron Wall was one level higher than Feng Liang and it was much more powerful than what Feng Liang displayed.

The winds screeched, struggling to penetrate the ironclad defense.

Gao Mingrui's attack raged on until his winds crumbled.

Feng Yun's sharp gaze locked onto Gao Mingrui.

["Ghostly Shadow Mirage!"]

Feng Yun immediately sped up and reached Gao Mingrui, faster than Gao Mingrui could react and then attacked.

SLASH! SLASH!

A sharp spray of blood filled the air.

Gao Mingrui's eyes widened as searing pain tore through his body.

Two deep gashes ran across his shoulder and side, his robes ripped open, dyed crimson with his own blood.

"Arghh!"

He stumbled back, barely catching himself.

"T-This is…"

"How is this possible? Feng Yun is only in the Top Grand Qi Condensation Realm, yet he's overpowering Gao Mingrui completely!"

"Is Gao Mingrui really going to lose? To someone weaker than him?"

…

The audience watched in disbelief, especially the disciples and elders from Spirit Wind Palace.

Their prideful and strongest genius was losing without being able to do anything.

And it was also against the Feng Clan member, someone who is considered their enemy.

Losing in a battle of overwhelming cultivation—like how Feng Mei lost to Ling Meiyu—was understandable.

But this?

This was too humiliating for the second favorite to win this competition.

Gao Mingrui gritted his teeth, his grip tightening into a vice as he fought through the searing pain. His body screamed at him to stop, but his pride roared even louder. He refused to accept defeat.

With a furious surge of qi, he forced himself upright. His injured body trembled, but his will remained unyielding. He wasn't done yet.

"T-This can't be! I refuse to lose like this!"

["Tempest Roaring Claws!"]

A fierce whirlwind erupted around him as he unleashed his strongest close-combat technique. His hands moved like twin storm claws, tearing through the air with terrifying speed. Even in his wounded state, his attacks carried enough force to rip through steel.

SWOOSH! SWOOSH! SWOOSH!

He lunged at Feng Yun, his hands blurring with wind-infused slashes. If he couldn't overwhelm him in a head-on clash, then he would drown him in relentless offense!

But—

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!

Every single strike was deflected.

Feng Yun didn't even take a step back. His sword flowed like water, catching every blow at the perfect angle, turning Gao Mingrui's desperate assault into nothing.

If Gao Mingrui was a violent and uncontrollable beast, Feng Yun was like an unyielding force of nature—calm, precise, and unstoppable.

The gap between them was widening.

No—it had always been there!

"WHY… WHY CAN'T I LAND A SINGLE HIT?!" He bellowed in frustration, his voice hoarse.

Feng Yun didn't answer. He didn't need to.

His sword was already moving.

SLASH!

A deep wound opened on Gao Mingrui's thigh. His foot faltered.

SLASH!

Another cut streaked across his arm, forcing him to drop his left hand's attack.

He gasped, his body growing sluggish. His mind screamed at him to retaliate, to counterattack, to do something—

But he couldn't!

His qi was nearly exhausted, drained from the relentless overuse of powerful techniques, and his body felt like a battered shell, refusing to obey his commands. Every movement sent sharp jolts of pain through his limbs, and his breaths came in ragged gasps. 17:56

No matter how fiercely his will urged him to rise, his body simply couldn't keep up—it had reached its breaking point.

["Heavenly Emperor's Sword"]

Feng Yun stepped forward, his sword shimmering with boundless sharpness.

SWISH!

A single stroke cut through the air.

Gao Mingrui froze.

A faint, crimson line appeared across his chest.

Then—

SPLURT!

Blood burst from his wounds as he collapsed to his knees.

Silence!

The entire arena fell into stunned disbelief.

Gao Mingrui had lost!

He swayed, barely holding himself upright. His vision blurred. He looked up at Feng Yun—standing tall, his sword gleaming, his breathing steady. Untouched!

The difference between them was clear.

Gao Mingrui had thrown everything he had. And it still wasn't enough.

The referee finally stepped forward.

"…Gao Mingrui can no longer continue. The victor—Feng Yun!"

The crowd erupted into a deafening roar.

Some cheered in excitement.

Some gasped in shock.

But for Gao Mingrui, their voices faded into nothing.

He had lost.

And worse—he had never even stood a chance.