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Previously, Du Shaoyang said that Taoist Taixu had fallen in front of Wan Tianba's Demon Soul Saber Art, but Wan Tianba won't let him off. In a panic, Du Shaoyang flew to the arena and stood in front of his martial uncle to protect him.

Just as Wan Tianba was about to raise his blade, the host emboldened his courage and shouted, "All of you stop, please settle this grudge privately. This is the Martial Arts Competition's stage. Both the victor and the non-contestants should hurry up and go down, so as to not affect the contestants' martial arts competition from behind. " Wan Tianba's gaze gradually returned back to normal, and the baleful aura of the Demon Soul Blade gradually faded. He turned around and walked down the stage, leaving a sentence behind, "I will definitely find you for a fight if there's a chance. Just you wait." Du Shaoyang leaned his back against the sword and said with a smile, "As long as you can find me." Wan Tianba didn't say anything more. Seeing him leave, Du Shaoyang hurriedly helped Taoist Taixu up and asked in concern, "Uncle-Master, are you alright?" The Great Void Daoist coughed out a mouthful of blood and softly said, "It seems like this old bone of mine really can't go on any further. I actually got hurt this badly by a junior, cough cough." Du Shaoyang slowly helped his martial uncle off the stage. Jiang Feng walked up and asked: "Brother Shaoyang, is there anything I can help you with?" Du Shaoyang smiled bitterly and shook his head. He didn't say anything as he supported the Great Void Sect's leader into the backstage. Du Shaoyang first attached the dislocated tendons and bones of the Great Void Sect's Daoist Priest's right hand, then smeared it with the Golden Sore Medicine.

Since the arena outside had just been destroyed by Wan Tianba, but luckily, they had already prepared a wooden board. The host immediately ordered the artisans to repair the damaged arena. Jiang Feng's face turned serious because in the fight just now, he had a rough understanding of Wan Tianba's true abilities, and even the expert of the Great Void Sect was no match for him. If he were to meet him in the semi-finals, his chances of winning would be very low, but before that, there was still a hard battle. Xu Yuan laughed at Jiang Feng and said: "If you can enter the top four, I will admit that you are a true expert and worthy to fight with me. Otherwise, you are just a rice bucket." Jiang Feng was a little baffled by his words, so he didn't pay any attention to him.

"Young Hero Jiang, let me have a good look at your strength!" A gloomy voice entered Jiang Feng's ears. It turned out that the one who spoke was the winner of the previous match, Wan Tianba. Just as he was about to say something, Feng Ding patted his shoulder and whispered in his ear, "Little brother, your opponent today is me. If you can defeat me, then think about your match with him." Listening to Feng Ding's words, Jiang Feng turned his gaze away as both of them walked up the stage from the right. He touched his left wrist with his right hand and coincidentally, Xu Yuan bumped into his left shoulder. Wan Tianba looked displeased, but Xu Yuan said, "Why are you always standing in the way? "What are you looking at? If your opponent is me in the semi-finals, watch how I take care of you." Wan Tianba moved to the side and thought to himself, "If you overexert yourself today, I'll let you have it, brat. Next time, I'll definitely teach you and Du Shaoyang a good lesson."

The host announced: "The second round of the Martial Arts Competition will now begin!" Feng Ding turned his Coiling Dragon Staff. Jiang Feng rubbed his eyes, took out his Frost Iron Spear, and said, "Big brother, come at me!" The silver spear drew a beautiful arc as it thrust out a "two strikes". The "two moves" of the spear art were split into two, but the one in the spear was real while the other was virtual. Not only did he break this technique, but he also made Jiang Feng not dare to get close to him. As the saying goes, a large area is swept by a rod, and a spear is drawn with a single line. This cross-shaped mantra shows the superiority of these two long weapons. The spear emphasized the accuracy and ruthlessness of thrusting, focused on the point, and the staff focused on the range of sweeping. This was enough to prove that these two long weapons were good weapons that could be used for continuous attack and defense.

Jiang Feng used the "Three Flowers of Fire" on the silver spear. The top, the bottom, and the middle were all real. Feng Ding's hands rotated the coiling dragon rod, so Jiang Feng's silver spear head was completely unable to harm him. Who would have thought that Feng Ding's hands would be so quick that he would be able to dodge the spear head, grab the spear shaft with his right hand, and strike Jiang Feng's right chest with the coiling dragon staff with his left hand. He was forced to retreat, but the strength in his hands was enough to pull the silver spear back. Jiang Feng held onto the spear shaft close to the spearhead with his right hand. He slowly raised his head and said, "Big Brother, I have already warmed up. Let's get to the point!" Feng Ding laughed, "Good, then I will use the 'Spiritual Body Fusion' of my Coiling Dragon Staff Technique. Let's see if you can handle it." Jiang Feng only saw Feng Ding suddenly use a single hand, then switch to two hands, rotating the Coiling Dragon Staff in his hands up, down, and left. For a moment, his eyes were extremely tired. Who would have thought that the shadow of the coiling dragon rod would suddenly appear so close to him. Jiang Feng wanted to use the silver spear to block it, but every time he attacked, he would not be able to touch the coiling dragon rod. Before he could even react, his right foot was struck by the attack. Jiang Feng hastily jumped out of the circle, and countless coiling dragon rods appeared in front of his eyes, and with another strike on his waist, Jiang Feng cried out in his heart, "This is bad! Feng Ding stopped spinning the coiling dragon rod and said," Brother, it seems like you won't be able to take this attack from me, haha! " Jiang Feng was a young man full of vigor. Of course, he had a strong competitive spirit in his heart. He calmed his mind and said in his heart: "It seems like it won't be feasible to stay still any longer. This time, I will take the initiative to attack." Every time the tip of the spear was about to pierce his body, the coiling dragon rod would always deflect the silver spear away from him. Moreover, when Jiang Feng was attacking his opponent with all his strength, his personal loophole would naturally be exposed to Feng Ding.

Jiang Feng's entire body was almost completely hit by the coiling dragon rod, and his skin injury covered his body. He retreated backwards and revealed a trace of a strange smile on his face as he said, "Big Brother, this technique of yours is really powerful, but I was just probing it just now to see if there's any difference between Big Brother's pole technique and my spear technique. I advise Big Brother not to use this skill anymore, I won't be hit again." He saw that Jiang Feng had changed to a silent braking stance. In his heart, he thought that Jiang Feng had already been rendered helpless by his mother, so he used his sharp eyes to determine that Jiang Feng's right shoulder was empty. This staff would definitely heavily hit his right shoulder, causing his silver spear to slip out of his hand.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Feng had already seen through Feng Ding's move. The silver spear had been switched to his left hand while his right hand was holding onto Feng Ding's coiling dragon rod. Jiang Feng's left hand pushed forward with the silver spear, while Feng Ding's waist dodged to the left, almost hitting the silver spear, but Jiang Feng could no longer avoid the spear. Feng Ding staggered, and used both of his hands to push the force under the coiling dragon rod, but Jiang Feng could not block the force with one hand. Although Jiang Feng had finally managed to block Feng Ding's' Real and False Reality 'attack, Feng Ding's counterattack had caught Jiang Feng off guard. Jiang Feng was well aware that if it was a normal person, he would have already won. However, his current opponent was the so-called' King of Pole Kings', Feng Ding.

In the backstage, the Great Void Daoist took medicine and operated his martial arts to heal his injuries. He no longer coughed blood and could walk slowly. Du Shaoyang asked worriedly, "Martial Uncle, is your body able to support it?" "Haha, although my old bones suffered heavy injuries today, they have yet to fall apart. Yi Zhuo Fan's Demonic Saber Technique is really powerful, no wonder his senior brother's mastery of the sword was only able to beat his by half a move back then." When Du Shaoyang heard that his martial uncle was still smiling, he felt slightly relieved and said: "Martial uncle, although you lost to the Demonic Saber Technique this time, at least we have investigated who is the successor of Yi Zhenfan, and we have finally reached the goal of participating in the Martial Competition." The Great Void Sect Leader's expression suddenly darkened. After all, as a sect leader, he would always feel disgraced after losing to a junior. However, Du Shaoyang's words just now had slightly improved his mood, because he had only lost to Yi Zhuo Fan's Heavenly Demon Saber technique, not to a junior. The Great Void Sect's Daoist Master said, "Shaoyang, Senior Brother's unique skill, our Clear Void Sect's Subduing Sword Technique — Clear Maze One Breath Sword Technique — how are you progressing?" Du Shaoyang said, "Martial Uncle, although Shaoyang has already mastered all of the moves, he still needs more time to comprehend them." Actually, he could already use the Clear Wind Sword Technique very well, but he wanted to practice it better so he could say so. Taoist Taixu nodded and said, "That's fine. In any case, you are still young and have many days to comprehend. The Clear Void Sect will be in your hands sooner or later. You cannot be careless with your sword arts." Du Shaoyang was actually a very hateful person. Being the head of a faction was even more of a nuisance and was something that he was unwilling to do. However, he had always kept in mind the kindness of nurturing and educating his children that his Master and Uncle-Master had given him over the years. Du Shaoyang answered respectfully, "Yes, Martial Uncle. You cannot rest well in this place. I will help you back to the inn first." The two of them left the stage together. Wan Tianba looked at them with disdain, but Du Shaoyang ignored him and only helped his martial uncle out, but in his heart, Wan Tianba had a new plan: It seems like I won't have time to watch this fight anymore. I need to go back and prepare, hmph, I've already captured that woman, and I don't believe that you, Du Shaoyang, won't come to my rescue. He also took advantage of the moment when everyone's attention was fixated on Jiang Chen and Feng Zhan, and stealthily left the venue, returning back to the Death Arena door …

In the end, how were Jiang Feng and Feng Ding's victories?

And then we'll see how it breaks down in the next round.