Liang Feixue was trying his best to recover because his strength had been greatly consumed during the battles with Li Lan and Ren Xiaoyao. Compared to Ding Hao, it took Liang Feixue longer to recover, though Ding Hao’s strength suffered almost the same amount of great consumption during the battle with Li Muyun.

Wang Xiaoqi and Zhang Fan were massaging Ding Hao’s arms, on both sides.

Ding Hao was refreshing his spirit by closing his eyes.

Ordinarily, Ding Hao had nothing to worry about after the fight with Li Muyun, but somehow, when he thought of the strange power hidden in Liang Feixue’s body, Ding Hao did not feel good.

He still remembered the words Li Muyun had told him during their battle that there was one person in the nominal disciples who could defeat him.

Ding Hao suspected that Liang Feixue would be that person.

Liang Feixue was the famous mysterious teenager among the five academies.

Since he had gone so far, Ding Hao certainly wanted to go further and become champion, and get the precious opportunity to choose a magic skill among the Swordsmanship Hall Library of Swordsmanship-seeking Sect.

30 minutes soon passed.

The referee’s voice sounded in the rest area.

Finally, the finals came.

The restored No. 1 arena was beautiful and shining in the setting sun. It was like a monument, a throne, waiting for the last winner to enjoy the unique glory.

While the crowd was screaming, shouting and watching them, Ding Hao and Liang Feixue went onto the arena.

As Ding Hao enjoyed wide popularity among the nominal disciples, his supporters were obviously more dominant in the momentum. Most of the people were calling out his name.

In fact, after Ding Hao had beat won Li Muyun, more and more people began to support him.

“Buzz…!”

The bell of the battle rang.

The shrill screams exhilarated people.

The two talented teenagers stopped at a distance of ten meters and looked at each other.

“Let’s go all-out to fight, Ding Hao.” There was a raging fighting desire in Liang Fei Xue’s almond-shaped eyes. “The Central Academy of white shirts will not be defeated. Honorable Alliance of Seven has its pride. Today, I am not fighting for myself, so I will not hesitate to use my mysterious power.”

“The power hurting senior brother Li Lan?” Ding Hao drew his rusted sword with his right hand and said with a smile, “You have your pride and I have my belief. The Eastern Academy of green shirts is definitely no worse than your academy. And it is your luck to defeat senior brother Li Lan.”

“You’ll soon know who is the one that won by luck.” Liang Feixue’s eyes were becoming red.

Every time when he used that power, his memory and thinking ability would disappear, and the strong killing desire would pour into his mind. In the final consciousness, Liang Feixue looked toward his brothers under the ring. They were also closely looking at him and Li Muyun looked calm but he could not hide his concern.

Only Liang Feixue knew clearly why Li Muyun gave up the previous semi-final and why he gave up the glory of being the first man among the competition between the five academies.

Because he firmly believed that Liang Feixue would win the final game.

Also, because he did not want to fight against his closest brother.

The seven people of Honorable Alliance of Seven were just like the blood brothers, so no matter who ultimately won the game, they would enjoy the glory together.

“For my brothers, I will use the mysterious power, Ding Hao, get ready to accept the failure!”

Liang Feixue roared in the sky, and his whole body was burning with the red and yellow flames. The red flame finally completely filled his eyes. The flames turned into a ring of light, constantly radiated out from his body, which looked extremely terrible.

The next moment, he was like a mad beast and rushed toward Ding Hao.

…

“This is…” Li Lan suddenly stared intently.

Liang Feixue was at an extremely strange state. He was just like a mad beast and the breath he was releasing was very much like that of a legend bloodline warrior who had wakened up his bloodline constitution, but a bloodline warrior would not become mad and lose control in this state. What was going on?

“Beyond the power of the peak of third-stage… The senior management staff told us to pay attention to a bloodline boy, Is it him? But his state is bad!” Yin Yifei looked at Lu Qi with a puzzled look.

Lurgi shook his head.

Among the nominal disciples of this year, there were many disciples who had mysterious backgrounds. It was said that they were thought highly of by the sect and their detailed information had also become the sect’s secret. He and Yin Yifei were the excellent disciples among the third generation, but they still were not qualified to know that.

They guessed that what Leng Yixuan knew was not much more than theirs, even if he was the core disciple!

The other big men on the viewing platform were even more shocked.

There were so many outstanding disciples in Swordsmanship-seeking Sect. The intensity of the finals between the two nominal disciples was far beyond their imagination. If these little guys grew up, maybe Swordsmanship-seeking Sect would become a seven-level sect, and as strong as Tranquility Academy, the first sect of Snow Province.

…

“Come on! Let’s go all-out to fight!”

Instead of being frightened, Ding Hao’s fighting desire was kindled.

He was like an ancient savage beast, rushing forward violently. Every time he stepped on the ground, people felt that the platform was falling down. With the Icing Qi surrounded him, he charged toward Liang Feixue, who was also another beast.

It was not until this time that the crowd remembered the powerful physical strength that Ding Hao had shown in the battle with Dong Yi, the man from the Southern Academy of purple shirts.

It was not until this time that people realized that Ding Hao was not only a thin boy with amazing swordsmanship, but his physical strength was also extremely powerful!

Boom!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Astonishing sounds constantly came from the arena.

Covered by the mysterious red power, Liang Feixue’s hands were as hard as steel, waving in the air, accurately blocking Ding Hao’s sword. With the collision between two strong forces and the most primitive limb impact, this battle immediately reached a climax.

Swish!

There was blood in the air.

As the sound of the clothes shattering came, there were three red blood stains on Ding Hao’s left chest. With his firm muscles and the flying gown, he was like a butterfly with blood.

There were exclamations among the audience.

He was hurt!

He was hurt at the beginning!

What was the strength inside Liang Feixue’s body? Why was it so strong?