"It's actually hard steel on the front."

Lin Feng's actions instantly lifted the spirits of the 30,000 spectators.

The mysterious and brilliant soul skills are certainly exciting, but the frontal hard steel fighting style can arouse emotions even more and make the audience's blood boil.

"Come on Lin Feng!"

Some girls couldn't help but scream.

In Hongyun University, even if he refines a first-grade demon spirit, the rich and handsome Lin Feng still has many female fans.

Zhang Xingyu did not expect that Lin Feng would be so arrogant, and a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes. Although they were both second-level warriors, Lin Feng had just entered the second level, and he was already at the peak of the second level, and was only one step away from entering the third level.

How could Lin Feng have the courage to confront himself?

Facing Lin Feng's fist with sharp, wind-breaking power, Zhang Xingyu was full of fighting spirit. Facing the gaze of tens of thousands of spectators, he did not dodge or defend. The fiery red aura covered his fist, and with a hot breath, he punched the same

Swing out.

"Bang!"

A thunderous sound exploded on the ring. Lin Feng took three steps back, while Zhang Xingyu took five steps back before suddenly stopping.

The first time they faced each other head-on, Lin Feng actually won.

This was beyond the expectations of all teachers and students.

"Fuck."

"It really blinded my eyes."

"How is it possible that Lin Feng's power is actually stronger?"

"I just said that if you don't have any trump cards, how dare Lin Feng show his second-level invincibility."

Many students exclaimed, feeling incredible, but Zhang Xingyu's face changed slightly, and his lowered right hand trembled slightly. He didn't hold back just now, he was already giving his best.

At this time, Zhang Xingyu looked at Lin Feng and couldn't help but have a thought flash in his mind: "Martial skills? Or is it the difference in skills?"

A flash of surprise flashed through Zhang Xingyu's heart.

Just now, Lin Feng probably did not use any martial arts, but pure physical strength. Only when the gap in skill levels was too large could it be possible to cross a realm and defeat him in terms of strength.

But he was practicing eighth-level skills. Even if Lin Feng was practicing king-level skills, there was absolutely no way he could defeat him so easily.

Unless it’s a god-level technique?

But, that's simply impossible.

Lin Feng has only been a warrior for a long time. In such a short period of time, even a martial arts monster cannot successfully practice a god-level technique.

Is it an innate divine power?

In a corner under the ring, compared to the enthusiastic audience, the expressions of six figures changed slightly. Five boys and one girl, their eyes became solemn. As the next challenger, Lin Feng's power is so terrifying, simple

In a martial arts showdown, they won't have any advantage.

"Strength can't take advantage. Lin Feng is more talented in combat and can also use two third-level martial arts skills. He can only be possessed by a demon spirit."

Lin Feng's power made Zhang Xingyu understand that he would not be his opponent in a pure martial arts showdown.

"Sure enough, Lin Feng is not that simple. He has no strength at all. How dare he declare war on all those in the second level."

A thought flashed through Zhang Xingyu's mind. When Lin Feng took the initiative to attack and flew towards him, his body retreated. During the process of retreating, a faint light shrouded his body.

The light dissipated, and as his bones crackled, his figure suddenly grew taller. Originally about 1.8 meters, he was now two meters tall. His feet became weirdly slender, and his calves seemed to be deformed.

Obvious curvature.

Not only his height, but also the muscles all over his body began to swell. His body was covered with gray hair. His originally black hair turned into cyan. Two snow-white, crescent-shaped sharp fangs protruded from his mouth, and his eyes turned cold.

Green, the joints of his hands become longer and larger, and the nails become sharp claws.

At this time, Zhang Xingyu looked like a werewolf walking upright.

"Ninth-grade demon spirit, Storm Wolf."

Many people exclaimed. Students who refine ninth-grade demon spirits are very rare even in Hongyun University.

Storm Wolf, a wind attribute demon spirit, is possessed by a demon spirit. It does not have strong power amplification and attribute attacks, but it can give the demon spirit master unparalleled speed.

With its rapid speed and sharp wolf-like claws, it can easily tear apart a human body.

After the demon transformation, Zhang Xingyu looked at Lin Feng with cold eyes, as if looking at his prey. His feet squatted down slightly and bent into an unimaginable arc.

Whoosh!

After bending his feet, they suddenly straightened up. Zhang Xingyu's figure was like a bow, and he jumped up, appearing in front of Lin Feng like lightning, and clawed at Lin Feng's chest with his sharp claws.

Zhang Xingyu originally practiced wind attribute skills, and speed was his advantage. Now in the demon transformation state, his speed is almost twice as fast.

The fierce speed and wind pressure caused Lin Feng to narrow his eyes slightly and look calmly at the whistling claws in front of him. Lin Feng turned slightly to one side and grabbed the sharp claws against his ears.

With a tap of his toes, Lin Feng appeared beside Zhang Xingyu like a ghost, and with a flip of his hand, a silver dagger appeared and slashed towards his neck.

The chill that came from his neck made Zhang Xingyu's face change slightly, and he quickly turned slightly to avoid it.

The strike was fruitless, and the dagger slashed horizontally and downwards without stopping.

"clang!"

Zhang Xingyu blocked Lin Feng's dagger with sparks flying around, making a crisp sound. He held his right hand and held the dagger tightly with his sharp claws. The next moment, Zhang Xingyu wanted to snatch Lin Feng's dagger, but the dagger flipped over, and Zhang Xingyu's strength advantage allowed him to

Unable to control it, not only were two of his nails cut off, but the dagger penetrated deep into his palm, leaving a deep wound in his palm.

As soon as he stepped forward, he stepped back, blood dripping down his arms and the ground. The stinging pain in his palms made Zhang Xingyu's green eyes even colder, and the uneasiness in his heart deepened.

Speed ​​has always been his advantage, but now, he is helpless against Lin Feng, even in the demon-transformed state.

Although his speed is fast, Lin Feng's thunder steps are also very fast.

If we talk about straight-line speed alone, it's even faster than him.

However, Lin Feng's speed is very fast, but Lei Bu's characteristic is that he goes straight and cannot change direction while traveling. If he encounters danger, it is difficult to stop quickly, which is far less flexible than him.

As long as he faced Lin Feng head-on, the third-level Thunder Steps did not pose much of a threat to him. If Lin Feng had not been experienced in combat and had perfect timing, he would have been caught by him long ago.

"The first soul skill: blast."

With a silent thought in his heart, Zhang Xingyu's feet were surrounded by cyan light, and the light became brighter and brighter, as if he was stepping on two cyan clouds.

"blast."

Lin Feng instantly recognized this soul skill.

Swift Wind, Silver Soul Skill,

This is a soul skill that many speed-type demon spiritual masters will absorb.

Although common, it is very practical.

After using this soul skill, Zhang Xingyu's speed will be faster, and Lin Feng knows that he may not be able to keep up with the rhythm.

"This challenge is originally unfair to you. You are already possessed by a demon spirit. I didn't want to use soul skills on you, but you are too strong."

"I can't lose this battle." Zhang Xingyu said in a serious tone.

In response, Lin Feng's expression remained unchanged and he showed no reaction.

In his opinion, his opponent was talking too much nonsense. Did he know that there was a live broadcast and deliberately tell the audience across the country?

Seeing that Lin Feng did not respond, Zhang Xingyu did not continue to talk nonsense. He moved his body, brought up a phantom, and rushed towards Lin Feng. However, when he was two meters close to Lin Feng, he did not attack, but tapped his toes.

Constantly surrounding Lin Feng, looking for opportunities to attack.

Lin Feng looked at Zhang Xingyu's running figure, his body spinning slowly.

"Damn it, this guy is a veteran. He doesn't have any panic at all. He is very experienced."

Seeing that no matter how he changed his position, Lin Feng could always keep his eyes locked on him even if his body could not keep up. As his soul power continued to be consumed, Zhang Xingyu also lost his patience. He no longer hesitated, bent his feet, and suddenly moved towards

He ejected away against Lin Feng, and at the same time, the sharp claws on his hands glowed with a faint red light.

"The second soul skill, fangs."

Fangs, silver soul skills, can give weapons and claws faster attack speed and penetration.

This time, facing Zhang Xingyu who was using two soul skills, Lin Feng once again exceeded everyone's expectations. He did not dodge and rushed straight forward. At the same time, the dagger in his right hand tilted downwards, and a dazzling light traced a trajectory.

, appeared in Zhang Xingyu’s eyes.

The eyes are the most sensitive and fragile part of the body. The sudden appearance of light made Zhang Xingyu close his eyes suddenly, saying something bad in his heart, waving his claws crazily, and at the same time, he wanted to retreat.

But the moment he closed his eyes, the battle was over.

Lin Feng originally rushed towards Zhang Xingyu, but his body swayed to avoid the sharp claws. Lin Feng clenched his right fist fiercely and hit Zhang Xingyu's chest. Because he was wearing long-sleeved sportswear, no one could

Unexpectedly, golden fish scales appeared on Lin Feng's arms.

"Click..."

As a crisp sound came out, a figure flew out upside down, drew a parabola in mid-air, and fell heavily to the ground.

Looking at the figure that collapsed on the ground, the eyes of the 30,000 spectators all froze, and the original cheers and discussions stopped abruptly at this moment.
To be continued...