Zhao Feng looked at Lin Xuan and muttered, "Interesting..."

  Lin Xuan took a deep breath. The fight was not over. He had already endured so much, but he knew one thing—he couldn't back down now.

  Zhao Feng’s grip on his sword tightened. His eyes were sharp, his aura growing stronger.

  "Let’s finish this," he said.

  Without another word, he dashed forward, his speed almost too fast to see. His sword flashed like lightning, cutting through the air.

  Lin Xuan reacted instantly. He jumped to the side, barely dodging the blade. The wind from the strike brushed past his face. That was close...

  But Zhao Feng wasn’t done.

  He spun around, bringing his sword down again. Lin Xuan raised his arms to block—

  Bang!

  The force sent him skidding backward. His arms ached, but he gritted his teeth and held firm.

  I have to fight back!

  Gathering his energy, Lin Xuan activated his Heavenly Script. A golden glow surrounded his hands, his strength rising. His body felt lighter, his reflexes sharper.

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  Zhao Feng narrowed his eyes. "So, you still have more to show?"

  Lin Xuan didn’t answer. He dashed forward this time, his fists glowing with power.

  Boom!

  His punch landed on Zhao Feng’s shoulder, making him stumble. But Zhao Feng recovered fast, swinging his sword in response.

  Lin Xuan ducked just in time—the blade missed his head by inches!

  He spun around and kicked Zhao Feng in the chest.

  Thud!

  Zhao Feng grunted as he was knocked backward, his feet dragging on the ground. He steadied himself, breathing heavily.

  For the first time, he looked… worried.

  Lin Xuan smirked. "You’re strong, but you’re not unbeatable."

  Zhao Feng exhaled. "You’re better than I expected," he admitted. "But let’s end this now!"

  Suddenly, his aura exploded. A strong wind rushed around him as his sword shone with a deep blue glow. He was using his full power!

  Lin Xuan’s eyes hardened. I have to give it everything too.

  He gathered all his energy into his fists. Golden light burst from his body. His Heavenly Script power surged to its peak.

  Both fighters stared at each other.

  Then—

  They moved.

  Boom!

  Their attacks collided in a huge explosion of energy. Dust flew everywhere. The ground cracked beneath them.

  For a moment, everything was silent.

  Then—

  A figure stood tall.

  Lin Xuan breathed heavily, his fists still glowing.

  Zhao Feng was on the ground, his sword lying beside him.

  He tried to move but groaned. He couldn’t fight anymore.

  Lin Xuan had won.

  Zhao Feng let out a weak laugh. "Damn… you really are something else."

  Lin Xuan stepped back, relaxing his stance. His body ached, but a smile formed on his lips. He had done it.

  The battle was over.

  To be continued…