Chapter 912: Standing Up Again

Chapter 912: Chapter 912: Standing Up Again

The match became increasingly intense as Xue Wei and Xue Feng’s figures continually flickered on the arena.

Suddenly, Xue Wei waved both hands, and a chill filled the air as he began to use the ice element to attack.

He gathered a clump of ice in his palms and abruptly hurled it at Xue Feng.

Xue Feng was not to be outdone; he clasped his hands together, similarly mobilizing the ice element within him.

The two chilling forces collided in the air, instantly igniting countless ice shards, filling the platform with a snowy, icy world.

Xue Wei took the lead in the offensive, pushing forward with both palms, sending a cold stream of air straight towards Xue Feng.

Xue Feng quickly gathered inner strength and struck out with one palm, neutralizing that cold stream.

Then he launched a counterattack, frost gathering in his palm and forming an Ice Blade, thrusting directly at Xue Wei.

Xue Wei’s figure flickered as he deftly dodged Xue Feng’s attack, then immediately countered with a move, frost instantly condensing in his palm, turning into a longsword of cold ice, slashing towards Xue Feng.

Xue Feng responded calmly; he shook both hands, sending out two ice blades from his hands, colliding fiercely in the air with Xue Wei’s longsword, sparking countless shards of ice and cold air.

At the start, Xue Feng could hold against several of Xue Wei’s moves.

Every attack from Xue Wei was steadily neutralized by him, vividly displaying the duel of the ice elements on the stage.

However, as time passed, Xue Wei’s attacks became more aggressive and faster, and Xue Feng gradually started to struggle.

Xue Wei suddenly let out a roar, waving both hands, two Blades of Cold Ice flew from his hands, charging straight at Xue Feng.

Xue Feng quickly sidestepped to dodge, but Xue Wei’s onslaught did not cease, he followed closely behind, swinging the longsword and slashing repeatedly.

Xue Feng barely defended himself from several moves, yet he clearly showed vulnerabilities.

A gleam of pride flashed in Xue Wei’s eyes as he abruptly accelerated, his longsword swirling like a storm, leaving Xue Feng exhausted, his defense gradually crumbling.

Taking this opportunity, Xue Wei struck out a powerful palm, delivering a cold air force straight to Xue Feng’s chest, causing Xue Feng to shudder violently, spraying blood from his mouth, his body flying backward.

Xue Feng forcibly stabilized himself, shaking both hands to gather frost again, but his aura was noticeably weaker.

Xue Wei let out a cold chuckle, pressing forward step by step, brandishing his longsword, directly pointing at Xue Feng.

Xue Feng barely deflected a few moves, but ultimately could not withstand, his body was slashed by the ice blade, leaving bloody marks.

Xue Wei’s attacks became increasingly fierce, wielding the ice element’s power with ease.

Xue Feng’s defense gradually collapsed, his body struck by the ice blade, covered in wounds, staining the platform red with blood.

Xue Wei sneered, delivering a palm strike, knocking Xue Feng down to the ground, the cold air surged, firmly suppressing him.

"Xue Feng, is this all you’ve got?" Xue Wei mocked, face full of smugness.

People below watched this scene, discussing among themselves, voices rising and falling.

"Xue Wei is indeed formidable, defeating Xue Feng so quickly without leaving him any chance to fight back."

A middle-aged man praised, full of admiration on his face.

"Yes, Xue Feng could hold out for a few moves initially, but now he has no way to fight back." Another person nodded in agreement.

"I said early on that Xue Feng is simply no match for Xue Wei; the gap in strength is too great." A young man shook his head, sighing, looking at Xue Feng with disappointment.

"Alas, Xue Feng might as well surrender, or else he will end up even more miserably beaten by Xue Wei." An elderly man remarked with helplessness on his face.

"Exactly, why bother to be stubborn? Surrendering is not disgraceful; it’s better than being battered and bruised." Someone beside agreed, nodding.

"How can you all say that? Xue Feng is clearly trying his best, it’s just that Xue Wei is too strong." A young girl said angrily, eyes filled with discontent.

"Xue Feng’s skills aren’t bad, it’s just that Xue Wei is too devious, always cunningly launching surprise attacks."

Another supporter of Xue Feng said indignantly.

"Exactly, Xue Wei is no noble man, Xue Feng is much more open and aboveboard!" An elder snorted coldly, clearly having criticism for Xue Wei.

"You people are truly foolish, Xue Wei’s strength is an undeniable fact, why justify for a loser." A supporter of Xue Wei sneered, laced with sarcasm in their tone.

"Even if Xue Wei wins, so what? He is entirely unworthy to be heir to the Saint Position, his motives are impure." A senior sighed, clearly not fond of Xue Wei.

"Hmph, what’s the use of saying these things, strength is the only truth, Xue Feng lost means he lost, no explanation needed." Xue Wei’s supporter said with disdain, eyes full of contempt.

The discussions in the square ebbed and flowed, dividing the crowd into two camps, one cheering for Xue Wei, the other feeling sorry for Xue Feng.

The supporters on both sides went back and forth in debate, making the entire square filled with tension.

At this moment, there was suddenly a stir in the crowd as eyes simultaneously turned towards the arena.

Apparently, Xue Feng was struggling on the ground, trying to stand up again. His supporters below were moved, all encouraging him with cheers.

"Xue Feng, go for it! You can stand up!" A young girl waved her arms, shouting loudly, eyes filled with expectation.

"Xue Feng, don’t give up, we’re supporting you!" Another young man shouted likewise, his voice filled with excitement.

However, Xue Wei sneered as he walked to Xue Feng, looking at him condescendingly with a face full of mockery.

He bent down, speaking in a low voice: "Xue Feng, you overestimate yourself, it would be better to admit defeat early, instead of embarrassing yourself."

Below, Xiao Xiao and a few others watched this tense scene with great anxiety.

She clenched her fists tightly, her nails almost digging into her palms. She couldn’t help but shout: "Xue Feng, living is what’s most important!"

Her voice was laden with anxiety.

If anything happens to Xue Feng, the hope of finding Ye Qingchen would be completely dashed.

Right now, only Xue Feng from the Xue Family could still help them.

"Xiao Xiao, what can we do?" Li Nian’er asked softly, eyes full of concern.

"Xue Feng... Young Master..." Xiao Xiao bit her lip, her voice trembling, "I don’t know how long he can hold on, but he can’t go on like this."

Qin Chuan stood by, frowning with a face full of heaviness and helplessness.

He patted Xiao Xiao’s shoulder, speaking lowly: "We can only hope that Xue Feng understands, winning and losing isn’t the most important thing."

Xiao Xiao sighed softly.

"Xue Feng, it’s okay even if you lose, Xue Zhao waking up, would not want to see you like this!" Xiao Xiao’s voice echoed in the square, drawing considerable attention.

Xue Wei heard Xiao Xiao’s shout, the sneer on his face deepening.

He glanced at Xiao Xiao below the platform, a trace of disdain and ridicule flashing in his eyes.

He whispered to Xue Feng: "Did you hear that? Xue Feng, you better surrender quickly."