hapter 110: Fighting.
Liu Feng's eyes were filled with a similarly determined and cautious expression. Despite Zhao Wuwei's immense strength, he showed no fear. With a resounding command, the match officially began.
Zhao Wuwei launched the attack first. With a roar, he thrust his spear like a flash of black lightning, swiftly piercing Liu Feng's throat.
The strike was so swift and powerful that the air seemed to rip apart, creating a terrifying whirring sound.
Liu Feng's eyes glared, and he dodged to the left like a nimble cheetah, easily avoiding the fierce blow.
Simultaneously, he swung his spear, its tip piercing Zhao Wuwei's chest.
Zhao Wuwei's reaction was equally swift. He thrust his spear horizontally, blocking Liu Feng's attack with a resounding clang. The sound of metal clashing echoed in the air for a long time.
The two exchanged blows, neither yielding.
Zhao Wuwei's attacks were as fierce as a raging storm. He swung his spear with the force of a tiger, each thrust carrying a powerful impact that seemed to crush everything.
He constantly varied the angle and rhythm of his attacks, trying to find Liu Feng's weakness and deliver a fatal blow.
Liu Feng, with his agile and versatile movements, skillfully dodged Zhao Wuwei's attacks.
His steps were light and nimble, and he moved freely between Zhao Wuwei's attacks like a nimble fish.
At the same time, he patiently sought an opportunity to counterattack, each strike precise and powerful, brimming with determination to break the deadlock.
However, as the battle dragged on, Liu Feng gradually began to feel his strength wear thin.
Zhao Wuwei, a Soul Master, possessed not only immense strength but also remarkable endurance.
His attacks maintained a constant intensity and frequency, relentlessly surging like a tide, leaving Liu Feng somewhat overwhelmed.
Liu Feng's breathing became rapid, and beads of sweat formed on his forehead.
Zhao Wuwei seemed to sense Liu Feng's fatigue, a flicker of excitement in his eyes.
He decided to launch a powerful attack to end the battle.
With a sudden roar, all his strength instantly converged into his arm. The spear in his hand, like a massive iron rod, smashed down on Liu Feng's head with a tremendous force.
The force of the blow shook the surrounding air and even the ground seemed to tremble slightly.
Liu Feng's heart tightened at the sight.
He knew the power of the blow; if he resisted head-on, he would be severely injured.
But the attack came too fast, and Liu Feng couldn't dodge it. He could only rush forward, facing Zhao Wuwei's attack, his eyes filled with determination.
He concentrated all his strength on his spear, thrusting it upwards, trying to block the fatal blow.
"Crack!", and a shocking scene occurred.
Liu Feng's spear couldn't withstand Zhao Wuwei's overwhelming force and broke in half.
The spearhead separated from the shaft, arcing through the air before slamming heavily to the ground.
Liu Feng held only the broken spear in his hand, and the immense force sent him stumbling backward, nearly falling to the ground.
A dead silence fell over the entire arena, everyone stunned by the sudden turn of events.
Liu Feng stared blankly at the shattered spear in his hand, filled with shock and loss.
This was his first defeat since joining the military camp, and it was so complete that he found it difficult to accept.
Zhao Wuwei looked at Liu Feng, a complex expression flashing in his eyes—a mixture of triumph and other thoughts, but he ultimately refrained from attacking him.
Liu Feng took a deep breath, trying to calm himself.
He breathed a sigh of relief. His gamble had paid off. Zhao Wuwei hadn't taken his own soul skill, the Six Forms of Xingyi, after all.
This duel was a signal from him.
Liu Feng bent down to pick up the spear head from the ground, placing it with the remaining half of the spear shaft. Then, he silently walked off the training ground. His back carried a hint of desolation, but more so, a stubborn determination to not give up .
With the arrival of winter, matters in the barracks became less frequent, leaving the soldiers mostly idle.
Consequently, they often gathered together, either for hard training or intense competitions, to pass the long, cold winter days. Liu Feng remained undeterred. He knew he had exposed numerous flaws in his duel with Zhao Wuwei, so he trained even harder, constantly honing his marksmanship and physical fitness, challenging himself daily to achieve breakthroughs.
During this period, Liu Feng repeatedly challenged Zhao Wuwei to a duel of spearmanship.
Months later, for their second official showdown, the training grounds were once again thronged with soldiers.
Liu Feng and Zhao Wuwei stood facing each other, spears in hand.
Liu Feng's eyes were filled with determination and confidence, as if declaring to his opponent: This time, I will not lose!
The match began, and Zhao Wuwei once again took the lead in attacking.
His spearmanship remained as fierce as ever, each thrust carrying a powerful momentum that seemed to crush his opponent's confidence.
Liu Feng responded with composure, his movements becoming more agile. The spear in his hand, like a nimble dragon, weaved freely through Zhao Wuwei's attacks, deftly defusing every crisis.
The two exchanged blows, neither yielding, and the battle quickly reached a fever pitch, a tense atmosphere thick in the air.
This time, Liu Feng had clearly made significant progress.
No longer overwhelmed by Zhao Wuwei's attacks as he had the first time, he was now able to confront him head-on, even briefly gaining the upper hand.
His attacks were more precise, his defense tighter, and every movement exuded calmness and confidence.
Although Zhao Wuwei's attacks were still powerful, Liu Feng always managed to cleverly neutralize them and then find opportunities to counterattack, making Zhao Wuwei dare not take it lightly.
As the battle progressed, both sides used all their strength. Zhao Wuwei's attacks became more and more fierce, and he continued to increase his strength and speed, trying to break through Liu Feng's defense and end the battle.
Liu Feng gritted his teeth, relying on his tenacious determination and exceptional skill to block Zhao Wuwei's attacks time and again.
His eyes shone with determination and perseverance, as if telling Zhao Wuwei: You won't defeat me easily; I'll give it my all!
Gradually, the battle reached a stalemate.
Their strength was steadily draining, but neither would easily concede defeat, each gritting their teeth and persevering.
Zhao Wuwei's breathing became rapid, and beads of sweat formed on his forehead. The exhaustion had slightly disrupted the rhythm of his attacks.
Liu Feng was no different. His arms ached from the prolonged battle, and each swing of his spear required immense effort. Yet, he held on tightly, unflinching.
Suddenly, Zhao Wuwei launched a swift and powerful attack.
His spear, like a bolt of black lightning, pierced Liu Feng's chest.
Seeing this, Liu Feng quickly blocked it with his spear.
"Dang!" The sound of metal clashing echoed again, shaking the air around him.
This time, Liu Feng was not repelled by Zhao Wuwei's power, but stood firmly in place.
A trace of determination flashed in his eyes, and the spear in his hand quickly turned and stabbed towards Zhao Wuwei's arm.
Zhao Wuwei quickly retracted the spear and blocked Liu Feng's attack.
The spears of the two men intertwined in the air, forming a beautiful and dangerous arc, like a frozen painting.
Their eyes met, as if they were engaged in a silent contest, and neither of them was willing to look away first.
In the end, both sides stopped due to exhaustion.
The battle ended in a draw.
The soldiers applauded and cheered for their wonderful performance, and the applause was like thunder, resounding throughout the training ground.
Zhao Wuwei looked at Liu Feng with a hint of admiration in his eyes: "Liu Feng, your spearmanship has improved a lot."
"However, your murderous intent is not strong enough, and your courage is not enough."
"If it is a life-and-death battle, let alone using soul skills, even if you don't use soul skills, you can't tie with me. This may become your fatal weakness."
After hearing this, Liu Feng fell into deep thought.
He knew that Zhao Wuwei was right, and this was also an area where he needed to work hard to improve.
He looked at Zhao Wuwei and said seriously: "Brother Zhao, thank you for your reminder, I will work hard."