The Central Arena.
The wind pressure continued to rise.
The air felt compressed into invisible layers, pressing down across the entire field.
Lin Feng stood still.
His body slightly lowered.
Every breath grew heavier.
Not fear.
But pressure.
Across from him—
Qin Chuan had fully entered his state.
He stood at the center of the storm.
As if merged with the space itself.
Air currents spiraled around him.
Stacking.
Building.
"How long can you hold?"
Qin Chuan spoke slowly.
Calm.
In control.
Lin Feng didn't respond.
He simply clenched his hand.
In his palm—
The flame had compressed to its limit.
Almost a single point.
But—
More dangerous than ever.
"Status."
Lin Feng asked.
A brief silence.
The Fire Spirit replied.
"Less than thirty percent."
"Enough for one strike."
Lin Feng's gaze darkened.
One strike.
This meant—
It had to end here.
"Understood."
Lin Feng said calmly.
No hesitation.
At that instant—
Qin Chuan moved.
Not wind blades—
But the entire airflow tightened at once.
Boom!
The pressure surged!
Like an invisible hand crashing down!
The ground screeched beneath Lin Feng's feet!
His body sank further!
"Maximum suppression."
The Fire Spirit said.
"Movement nearly restricted."
Lin Feng didn't resist.
Didn't struggle.
He simply stood there.
Still.
Waiting.
Qin Chuan's eyes narrowed.
"Given up?"
He raised his hand.
Air converged wildly.
This time—
Not six.
But—
Eight wind blades formed.
Denser.
Sharper.
No blind spots.
"It's over."
He said softly.
The next second—
All eight blades fired at once!
Total lockdown!
The audience held their breath!
"No way out!"
"Impossible to dodge!"
But in that instant—
Lin Feng moved.
Not his body—
The fireball.
No burst.
No rush.
It vanished.
The next moment—
It appeared directly in front of Qin Chuan.
Less than half a meter.
Qin Chuan's pupils shrank.
"Teleport?!"
No time to react.
The Fire Spirit spoke.
Low.
Cold.
"Now."
BOOM!!!!!
The Burst Fireball—
Released at maximum compression—
All energy—
Focused at one point!
The air twisted violently!
The wind pressure was torn apart!
Qin Chuan—
Was engulfed head-on!
The explosion roared across the arena!
Air currents reversed wildly!
The barrier shook violently!
Seconds later—
Silence returned.
At the center—
Dust cleared.
Qin Chuan—
Lying on the ground.
Not moving.
His aura—
Completely unstable.
The referee froze briefly.
Then stepped forward.
And shouted—
"Winner—Lin Feng!!!"
The arena exploded!
"He won!!!"
"What was that final attack?!"
"That wasn't a normal fireball!"
"Insane!!!"
The crowd roared!
Everyone stood!
At the center—
Lin Feng remained still.
No celebration.
No movement.
He exhaled slowly.
Then looked down.
In his palm—
The flame—
Faint.
Unstable.
"…Finished."
The Fire Spirit said.
Very softly.
Lin Feng nodded.
"Well done."
A brief silence.
Then—
"Normal."
But this time—
There was fatigue.
Lin Feng said nothing more.
He stood there.
Feeling the noise.
Feeling the attention.
He knew—
From this moment on—
Everything would change.
On the high platform—
Zhou Yuan withdrew his gaze.
After a pause, he spoke softly.
"This isn't mental control."
Someone beside him frowned.
"Then what is it?"
Zhou Yuan didn't answer immediately.
He looked at Lin Feng.
Eyes deep.
"…It's like another consciousness."
At the center—
Lin Feng turned.
Walking off the stage.
And this battle—
Changed everything.