At this moment, there was a thought—I was not as good as Ding Hao!—in the minds of Li Canyang, Xiao Chengxuan, Fang Tianyi, Lin Xin, Ren Xiaoyao, and those who had defeated by Ding Hao.

The little pepper Li Yiruo stood there as if she was struck by lightning.

In her mind, the scene that the bastard Ding Hao screamed at her emerged. She hated to admit, but compared with the jerk Ding Hao, those genius teenagers who curried favor with her and acted the so-called gentleman way were really weak!

The brothers of Honorable Alliance of Seven suddenly felt a little worried that Liang Feixue would be in trouble, but there was a different color in Li Muyun’s eyes!

Further away, the only beautiful girl, who only appeared when Ding Hao was fighting, gently looked at Ding Hao’s naked upper body with her pretty eyes. There were some times that she wanted to rush out to help Ding Hao, but she restrained herself.

…

Ding Hao twined all his broken bloody green shirts around his waist.

The wounds on his body constantly consumed his physical strength lightning-fast.

Fortunately, Saintly Being of Saber and Sword was a powerful bloodline constitution. Although it had not been fully explored, in terms of physical strength, Ding Hao’s body was already comparable to that of a three-apertured Martial Disciple. Besides, he was surprised to discover his physical recovery was very rapid. Some small wounds now had healed at this time.

This battle was undoubtedly the most difficult battle Ding Hao had ever faced.

Since the time-travel, it was the first time that he had been so seriously injured. The battle was also a hard one for him to struggle.

Compared to the fierce battle with Li Muyun, this battle was a cruel one!

However, because of the cruelty, Ding Hao had benefited a lot.

No matter how his swordsmanship talent was, a real peerless swordsman was born from countless battles. Through the battle with variant Liang Feixue, Ding Hao’s understanding of the sword, the fighting, and the combat intuition had grown rapidly!

Moreover, his manipulation and understanding of Icing Qi were also rapidly deepening.

“Come on! Let’s fight again!”

Ding Hao activated his Qi. With his black hair dancing in the night wind, he strode forward to attack first. He looked heroic and unparalleled。

Liang Feixue felt the threat and instinctively roared. He quickly rushed forward with a brighter red flame burning in his eyes.

That was a more cruel battle than before.

Blood splashed, and roars could be heard!

The sword radiance was like a long bright light, whistling and breaking through space.

The claws were like war hammers. They hit hard on Ding Hao continuously.

The Icing Qi could not freeze the blood anymore. Blood ooze out of the wounds to Ding Hao’s arm, wrist, hand, and onto the rusted sword. Gradually, his blood filled the gaps among the rust on the sword. Now the sword which was originally like a fire stick became more scarlet.

The rusted sword was filled with blood.

Blood, with the dance of the long sword, scattered in the sky.

Ding Hao had been immersed in the crazy battle.

He did not understand why he, an ordinary high school student in his previous life, was fighting so madly at this moment. His previous soul merged with his present body. The fighting desire and adventure deep inside him had been stimulated.

He was so absorbed in the fight that he did not find that with his blood soaking his rusted sword, the sword was evolving.

Pieces of rust that had existed for a thousand years seemed to have been melted by the blood, and fell down from the sword body and flew into the air.

The people around the ring also did not notice this strange scene. They all thought that it was Ding Hao’s blood.

The battle was still madly continuing.

Ding Hao had thoroughly stimulated his potential.

The raging ice and snow Qi had frozen the arena, and there was one-centimeter thick smooth ice on its surface. It seemed that the biting Icing air was going to freeze everything.

At this time, the supernatural godlike Qi finally showed the power of conforming to the definition of being “supernatural godlike.”

Gradually, Liang Feixue’s strength was not as strong as before and his speed was not as fast, though he was still dominated by the mysterious power.

It was difficult for him to move at a high speed on the ground covered with ice. He almost slipped several times, and the biting cold began to enter his body through the increasing wounds and slowed his physical function.

His crazy eyes became more and more doubtful.

This was the doubt from his instinct. He was wondering why, facing such an opponent whose strength was far lower than my own, he could not win easily and even would be defeated.

At this time, the people watching the battle were also keenly aware of this.

At this time, Liang Feixue, who had always gained the upper hand, suddenly stumbled. How could Ding Hao miss the opportunity? Without hesitation, He instantly moved toward Liang Feixue, waved his rusted sword, and then seized the initiative to thoroughly suppress his opponent.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

There was a series of bursting sounds. Then the huge body suddenly flew out and slammed on the ground. The snow and ice splashed. If he did not hurriedly insert his claw into the ground, he would have slipped down the platform.

“Liang Feixue is losing…”

“It’s Icing Qi. Ding Hao’s insistence has been rewarded. Is this the horrible power of the mutated snow and ice Qi? It can reduce the body function and reaction speed of the opponent!”

“The mysterious power of Liang Feixue can’t resist the mutated Qi of senior brother Ding!”

Some nominal disciples understood the reason and shouted excitedly.

Somehow, until now, most people were hoping Ding Hao could win the game.

With the peak of the two-apertured Martial Disciple Realm, Ding Hao had fought with his opponent who was at four-apertured Martial Disciple Realm for such a long time. His whole body was covered with wounds. Such an unyielding youth deserved to be the champion of the five academies competition.

He definitely deserved it!

Most of the disciples from the Central Academy of white shirts were silent. Only the six brothers of Honorable Alliance of Seven were anxious. Although they also admired Ding Hao, they did not want their second brother to be the underdog.

On the stage—

Liang Feixue who was in a frenzied state gave an angry roar.

This roaring voice contained pain that was difficult to suppress.

The red flame around him became more intense. His two eyes seemed to have been soaked in blood, and the originally swollen body seemed to have a tendency to expand further.