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"You can't go over there."

Those underlings said coldly.

The half-demons and Huyan looked at Ren Feng being beaten like this, and couldn't help but smirk.

On Song Ziwen's face, there was an even more satisfying feeling.

"Ren Feng, didn't you say earlier that you still wanted to fight me? What's with this dying look now?"

Song Ziwen laughed wildly, but instantly his face turned vicious: "What do you have to fight me with now? You're just a dead dog."

Ren Feng didn't answer; he just stared at Frederick. That punch just now seemed to want to blast all his internal organs out.

This punch seemed to scatter all the True Qi in his body, as if he couldn't muster the True Qi at all.

Moreover, it felt as if there was a blockage of clotted blood in his chest.

He was already seriously injured.

"Ren Feng, you're done for," Frederick said, "If you want, I can give you a quick end."

"Who said—cough cough—that I'm done for?"

Ren Feng gritted his teeth, his face still full of defiance. His body trembled, feeling his internal state, and he suddenly slapped his chest.

Pff!

That blood clot was spat out, instantly slightly improving his internal condition, but only slightly.

He directly stood up again, looking at Frederick. A smile appeared on Ren Feng's lips, looking so tragic.

"The old man told me, a man doesn't say he can't."

As soon as he finished speaking, a beast-like roar came from Ren Feng's throat, and he charged at Frederick.

Like a determined momentum, advancing fearlessly!

Seeing Ren Feng's attack, Frederick's eyes flashed with respect.

A great warrior should deserve a respectful death.

And that is, to die under his own fist.

Frederick's fist once again swung towards Ren Feng.

But Ren Feng's face was extremely cold; he didn't intend to resist at all, letting Frederick's fist hit him, while his right fist also punched toward Frederick.

Pff!

Another mouthful of fresh blood spat out, Ren Feng lay on the ground again, breathing heavily, his blood and Qi were already unstable.

Frederick was hit by Ren Feng's punch, but it didn't cause much harm, as Ren Feng's attack was even insufficient to break through his defense now.

"Ren Feng!"

Tears were in Xia Wenxue's eyes, she cried and shook her head, appearing extremely helpless.

She did not want to see Ren Feng die in front of her eyes, and especially not because of her.

At this moment, Xia Wenxue finally knew she had fallen in love with him.

If there were any doubts before, at this moment, there were none at all.

Frederick looked at Ren Feng lying on the ground, who yet again struggled to stand up.

Such tenacious willpower!

Frederick couldn't help but be moved.

"Haha, Ren Feng, why do you now look like a dead dog?" Song Ziwen continued to ridicule from the side, his face twisted with a perverse pleasure.

"Shut up!"

Frederick turned around and said coldly, "I don't want to hear you speak during my fight."

At this moment, Song Ziwen's face turned as dark as a duck but had no choice but to keep his mouth shut.

Because he was War God Frederick.

Ren Feng's entire body wobbled as he stood, his face showing no trace of giving up or despair.

"The old man said," Ren Feng gasped, "a man doesn't say he can't."

Ren Feng's face showed a smile, matched with the bloodstains, it instead displayed a grim persistence.

Frederick's face was very serious, eyes full of respect as he watched Ren Feng attacking again; he stood there, motionless, letting Ren Feng charge.

It was only when Ren Feng attacked that he swung his fist again.

The same scenario repeated, and Ren Feng fell again.

He lay on the ground panting heavily, and at this moment, the feeling of fatigue after his internal state subsided came again, as if he was about to be engulfed by endless darkness.

So, this is the strength of a Divine Realm master?

No, I haven't lost yet.

Old man, didn't you say that if there's a mountain ahead you can't cross, then just punch through it!

Ren Feng gritted his teeth, a trace of ruthlessness flashing across his face.

"Ah!"

Shouting loudly, he abruptly sat up again, then stood with difficulty, and even when standing, his knee wobbled slightly, almost making him fall.

At this moment, he had no combat power left, relying solely on sheer willpower.

Frederick was already moved; this King of Mercenaries from Huaxia had shocked him considerably.

No one had ever been beaten like this and still mounted such persistent attacks, not even other Divine Realm masters could achieve that.

Frederick looked at Ren Feng with great respect.

Ren Feng was beyond the point of charging, his body devoid of True Qi, and was extremely weak, yet he walked step by step towards Frederick.

The entire scene seemed to fall silent, Song Ziwen's face still bore a sinister glee, while the half-demons and Huyan showed shock, the remaining silent four-star experts, and the tearfully distraught Xia Wenxue.

Everything seemed like a silent movie playing before Ren Feng's eyes.

Yet, there was a faint smile on his lips.

It was self-mocking, with a hint of disdain.

Then, his fist swung towards Frederick.

But this punch was weak and feeble, like cotton, landing on Frederick's chest.

Frederick didn't budge.

He looked at Ren Feng, who seemed on the brink of collapse, and gently said, "You are a warrior."

Then, suddenly, Frederick punched Ren Feng's abdomen, sending his entire body flying towards the lake.

"No!"

Xia Wenxue's tears flowed out.

She watched with tearful eyes as Ren Feng flew towards the lake, his face seemingly still looking at her, with a remnant smile at the corners of his lips.

At this moment, Xia Wenxue's heart seemed to shatter.

"No!"

Xia Wenxue cried and collapsed on the ground as if paralyzed.

Everything happened so suddenly; she initially thought there would be no danger in coming here, but it turned out like this.

At this moment, Ren Feng only felt his entire body relax as he gazed at the azure sky.

Having this kind of feeling, it had been many years ago, right?

Old man, I'm sorry, I didn't break through this mountain.

Ren Feng slightly twisted his lips, but inside, there was an intense sense of reluctance.

Plop!

Ren Feng fell into the lake.

"Ren Feng!"

Xia Wenxue cried out tearfully.

Frederick stood there, watching the water settle, feeling a sense of regret for losing such a worthy opponent.

"The matter is resolved," the half-demon smiled slightly, "We should leave."