The third battle of the Golden Sword Yingland has already started, and Apophis' full attention is on Feng Yi and Kuang Qi. He wanted to verify whether Feng Yi could also easily defeat Kuang Qi. Originally, he had considered Kuang Qi as his final goal. However, when the result appeared, Apophis sat in the chief's selection seat in a bit of a daze...

The battle between Feng Yi and Kuang Qi did not last long. In the end, like Seventeen, Kuang Qi was easily knocked down by Feng Yi's moves. This was something Apophis had never imagined. Could it be that the rising star of the Cangmu Ancient Martial Arts family was of no importance to him?

After a long time, Apophis laughed... He was born into the declining Sherman family, while Kuang Qi was the prodigy inheriting the fine bloodline of the Cangmu Ancient Martial Arts family. His only mission in the family was to at least defeat Kuang Qi, to prove the existence of something, the mission of his family, which had been weighing heavily on Apophis.

Looking back at the past, the two powerful families had been in constant dispute for hundreds of years- and now, the declining Sherman family could no longer stand on the same stage with them. To date, Kuang Qi probably did not even know about Apophis' true identity yet. Looking to the future, how could he ever challenge Cangmu Ling, a graduate from St. Calina, hailed as a true, semi-divine martial artist of the Federation and also the elder sister of Kuang Qi?

The defeat of Kuang Qi inevitably dealt a considerable blow to St. Calina. Although they knew that the outcome of this power confrontation would not change, it had to be said that St. Calina was also considering a question: was it necessary to bring out that person? Cangmu Ling came to Sky City with the warship to guide Kuang Qi's lack of real combat experience.

But now, Kuang Qi had already lost. The heated Freedom Square seemed to sigh several times because of Kuang Qi's defeat… The grandstand bigwigs eventually all turned their eyes to Kuang Qi. He was an unrivaled elite among the younger generation. Perhaps his opponent was a bit older than Kuang Qi, but they could still be considered as contemporaries.

"Kuang Qi, come here."

In front of the St. Calina grandstand, a voice called out Kuang Qi's name. Her voice wasn't loud, but it was especially clear. It vaguely seemed to have an unstoppable deterrent. That was a woman wearing a silver mask. Her curvy figure was easily recognizable.

With his head lowered, Kuang Qi obediently approached the woman. Who could have thought that the usually carefree Kuang Qi would act like a child who had made a mistake in front of this woman. "I... I lost."

"Hmm, do you know why you lost?"

"I don't know."

"That is exactly why you lost. How can a martial artist who cannot see through the essence of things talk about victory?"

"Yes…"

The audience all turned their eyes to the two people talking on the projected screen. The masked woman was currently educating Kuang Qi in a tone that seemed like she was disappointed in him not meeting expectations. So who was she? Under the questioning gaze of the people, the masked woman slowly stood up and walked towards the ring.

Based on her voice, it could be guessed that her age was not very high, and as long as her age did not exceed the regulations, she could fully represent her institute in the combat. This was an unexpected delight that even St. Calina hadn't anticipated at all.

God, was that woman voluntarily going into battle? In fact, St. Calina really did not expect the situation at the moment. It would already be incredible for such an existence to come out on behalf of St. Calina, let alone for Cangmu Ling to give Kuang Qi a personal demonstration and guidance as a sister.

Who is this person?

Amelia raised her willowy eyebrows and faintly guessed. Listening to her tone, could it be...

The same- no, if Amelia only guessed the masked woman's identity, Apophis confirmed it without a doubt. He couldn't have misheard her voice. This person was Cangmu Ling, a super martial artist completely surpassing the military school level. If it were said that the military school level was at most a quasi-red robe level, then Cangmu Ling would definitely be considered an ace, a terrifying existence at the same level as Grand.

Looking at the tall figure who slowly walked in front of him, Feng Yi's eyebrows furrowed deeper... This woman, she gave him a unique temperament. Very calm, undisturbed, her steps did not leave any flaws.

Finally, she stopped at about 30 meters away from Feng Yi, a comfortable distance that Feng Yi also considered safe. She just stood still squeezing her waist, calm, cold, and flawless. This caught Feng Yi off guard and made him feel overwhelmed. She casually asked: "Well, aren't you going to attack?"

Feng Yi frowned at her words. The wind blew the fallen leaves and obstructed both of their views. It seemed to add deep rich colors to the calm and eerie atmosphere. At this moment, time seemed to have stopped. Though it only seemed like a short breath, it also felt like a long time had passed. When the fallen leaves swayed out of their view, Feng Yi's figure had already shot out like a cannonball.

Bang!

The collision of fists only last for a moment. Feng Yi's body was suddenly propelled back by the counter-shock force. With one hand, he continuously performed somersaults to offset the force. By the time he landed, his opponent remained perfectly still with no intention of continuing the attack.

The entire venue was shocked! This was a stunning scene- Feng Yi had already demonstrated his extraordinary strength, but who would have thought that he would be blasted away after just one confrontation.

"Your strength is still not enough, continue."

Hearing this, Feng Yi twisted his neck in slight annoyance. The sound of his bones cracking was somewhat harsh...

With a sudden increase in strength under his feet, Feng Yi launched a fierce attack once again. This time, his moves were faster, and his strength was even more fierce. People's eyes could only catch a residual image...

The moment the two sides made contact, a strong and fierce attack ensued. For a while, the overlapped sound grew louder, the fast-paced and continuous strikes suddenly echoing throughout Freedom Square.

In the blink of an eye, no one could tell how many moves the two sides had exchanged. Only under the slow-motion function of the light screen, people could barely see their blows.

Slap! The air kicked to block, Feng Yi angrily changed his move. He didn't wait for the attacking posture to be in place. Unexpectedly, the opponent moved faster and took the initiative to control the attack position, raising her delicate hand to gently clasp Feng Yi's ankle.

Feng Yi didn't give the opponent this chance. His flipping body in the air suddenly twisted, followed by a second segment air kick.

Cangmu Ling did not argue with him aggressively. She released his leg. However, Feng Yi's air kick was just a feint. The real intention was to get rid of her grip. At the same time, he made a knee-hit move. His defensive three-segment kick seemed like a runaway thunderbolt.

Seeing this, Cangmu Ling's body slightly tilted, following the knee-hit motion. She raised her hand to fan at Feng Yi's lower abdomen.

Feng Yi was thinking about retracting his arm to defend, but unexpectedly, Cangmu Ling's move was also a feint. The palm wind suddenly shot up from down to up, and suddenly hit Feng Yi's chest.

Caught off guard, Feng Yi had to raise his arm to block it. Cangmu Ling's delicate hand accurately struck his blocking arm. That seemingly soft little hand directly knocked Feng Yi far away. However, Feng Yi wasn't one to accept loss. As his body was flung away, he abruptly swept in one direction. This attack was too quick. Fortunately, the slap didn't hit his face, but it instantly tore apart and flew off Cangmu Ling's silver mask.

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