1290 Winning Over the Men of Aslan!

Atomic Blasting was blocked!

The Great Demon King's skill that had dominated SIG was finally blocked by the Grim Reaper!

Lin Feng… Lin Feng… Lin Feng… Lin Feng… Lin Feng…

The people of Aslan inside and outside the arena lost their senses. Never had there been a victory which made them as excited as this. The people of Aslan, who had self control and were conscious of their image, were now cheering crazily, pointing middle fingers towards the cameras. There was no victory that they desired as much as this.

Kashawen heaved a sigh of relief. It was finally over. Atomic Blasting was his last resort. The battle analysis before the match determined that if the move was blocked, they would win the match.

Huiyin could feel her cousin's hand growing cold. Aina wanted to prevent this match as she knew that Wang Zheng would never admit defeat, and Lin Feng intended to kill.

To the Aslan Empire, it would be best for Wang Zheng to disappear from this world.

Bang…

Wang Zheng flew up, but Lin Feng kicked towards him. When Wang Zheng wanted to dodge it, he realized that he could no longer move. The Primordial Regression Technique's energy was completely distorted, and he flew out.

Wang Zheng knew that he could admit defeat at this moment, and if he did not, Lin Feng would continue attacking.

It was not cruel, as this time, SIG used the military style of fighting, not caring about life and death. Wang Zheng could choose to give up, and if he did not, he would have to accept death as an outcome.

BOOM, BOOM, BOOM…

As Wang Zheng flew, Lin Feng floated in mid air. It cost less to defend. Moreover, as an A-rank fighter, Lin Feng was stronger in various aspects.

Energy gathered in Lin Feng's hand. Perhaps he would never meet an opponent like this ever again. Out of respect for Wang Zheng, he chose to use his greatest strength to finish this fight.

A huge, golden sword gathered in Lin Feng's hand. His current condition was where A-rank spiritual power shined. Spatial energy gathered in Lin Feng's hand as well.

With a spectacular attack as a conclusion. This would form Lin Feng's legend, and at the same time push up the status of the Aslan Empire. It was undeniable that after this match, Aslan would reach its highest peak since Kashawen took over.

The fame belonged to Aslan, and in the next ten years, who could rival them?

Everyone stared at Wang Zheng as he lay on the ground and could no longer stand.

This time, he had reached the end. Even Atomic Blasting was blocked, and this made Wang Zheng helpless. He did not want to die, and yet he did not fear death, but Lin Feng was stronger than him by just a bit.

There were a lot of things he wanted to do - to visit the school with Zhang Shan, to tour Aslan together with Aina…

The expressions of Achilles and the rest were as bad as they could get. For the past battles, they believed that Wang Zheng could turn the situation around, but this time, they felt a sense of despair. Lin Feng should not have appeared here. How could the strongest Earth-rank participate in SIG held for schools, this…

Surrender? Admit defeat?

Wang Zheng would never; even Achilles and Lie Xin would not do so. Be it reckless or foolish, they clearly understood, just like Aragorn, who did not have to die. But he wanted to try, as it was a path of no return for warriors.

This was a moment that belonged to Aslan.

The camera showed Aslan's audience. They definitely showed Kashawen and… Aina…

The screen showed Aina, who was filled with tears.

Wang Zheng saw this scene. "Don't cry… "

The moment he met Aina, it was the greatest joy in his life. He was merely a poor boy who had nothing.

He was unwilling to let it be, he promised!

The energy from the Primordial Regression Technique was going out of control, and not only that, Wang Zheng had cultivated two different versions of the Primordial Regression Technique. Under normal circumstances, the original energy would have vanished, but when the body loses control, the original energy, which was suppressed, would emerge. The two different energies went on a rampage in his body, and felt like it was splitting him apart.

From the outside, Lin Feng could feel energy leaking out, and it was from… Wang Zheng…

Wang Zheng's body… How could it be???

Why was there such terrifying energy!?!

Neither of the energies was something Lin Feng wanted to face. It was clear that it was a sign of Wang Zheng going berserk.

He could not wait any longer!

The giant golden sword struck straight down!

Bang…

Boom, boom, boom…

The violent attack crazily attacked the ground, and smashed it.

Aina grit her teeth. She had to stay strong, as she knew that Wang Zheng would not want to see her crying.

Yan Xiaosu was currently running towards the stage but was held back by Jasper and Gabre. He could not go there, he would die!

This time, no one could help him. This was like a gamble. The luck would not continue to be this good. This time, they had lost everything, but Jasper and Gabre did not regret it. To live in this world, and to have such an experience, there were no regrets.

Regardless, Yan Xiaosu was their big brother.

In the air, Lin Feng was gasping for air. This was the first time he felt so exhausted and excited at the same time. This was an opponent that he would have difficulty against.

However, it had ended, and the victory belonged to the Aslan Empire!

What awaited him was not cheers, but expressions of shock…

Wang Zheng managed to stand up. He could feel the energy inside him. The Primordial Regression Technique from Bonehead and Charcoal fused together, to form a 256 degrees Primordial Regression Technique!

The energy from minor five elements and major five elements connected.

No aura could be felt from Wang Zheng, but Lin Feng could feel his limbs turning cold. This feeling…

He had seen it before…

Wang Zheng looked at Lin Feng, who was in the air, and pointed with a finger from his right hand. He finally realized what was lacking in Atomic Blasting. As a 128 degrees technique was unable to handle an attack of this level, it was no wonder he had fractures every single time.

Bang, bang, bang …..Bang, bang, bang …..Rumble, rumble, rumble…

A ray of golden light shot past Lin Feng.

Bang…

The energy shield wall behind Lin Feng, which was said to be able to defend against all forms of attacks, shattered, and the golden ray shot through the skies.

Lin Feng turned his head to look behind him, and looked back at Wang Zheng… He had not killed him… and he…

Lin Feng sighed heavily and lowered his head. If he could turn back time, he would have taken the attack head-on.

As a person from Aslan, he could be weak, but not shameless.

"I… lost."

In that moment, Lin Feng felt as if the whole world had collapsed.

The Knights of the Light arena remained silent; even the whole Milky Way Alliance was silent. It easy to win, and to kill someone, but difficult for an opponent to admit defeat.

Today and here, a warrior called Wang Zheng had won over the Aslan Empire!

Wang Zheng slowly raised his hand and pointed to the skies. He… had finally done it!

This moment, and this figure, would be recorded in history!

"Wang Zheng, we will be graduating tomorrow." Yan Xiaosu was biting on a blade of grass with a beer can in his hand.

"From tomorrow onwards, we will conquer the universe together!"

At that time, Wang Zheng had the same pose, with one finger pointing towards the skies…