Film and Television Daqing: Starting with the Heaven-Covering Technique and the Devouring Demon Art

"Yes, the outcome of this competition is unpredictable."

Another person chimed in, his eyes fixed on the action on the ring, not wanting to miss a single exciting moment.

Just when everyone thought the match would become a protracted battle, Yun Feiyang suddenly lowered his body and rolled on the ground, instantly closing the distance between himself and Lei Zhentian.

He leaped up suddenly, his longsword transforming into a silver lightning bolt, aiming straight for Lei Zhentian's throat!

This unexpected turn of events surprised everyone, and even Lei Zhentian had not anticipated that Yun Feiyang would possess such a bizarre movement technique.

But he reacted extremely quickly, his iron fist suddenly swung out, colliding with the long sword in mid-air, producing a deafening roar.

However, at this critical moment, Yun Feiyang smiled smugly, realizing that it was just a feint.

His real killing move was to use the impact to spin in the opposite direction and slash at Lei Zhentian's side waist—the only opening he had observed earlier!

Lei Zhentian's pupils shrank sharply. He tried to dodge, but it was too late. He could only take the blow head-on.

The longsword embedded itself in his armor, and although it did not strike any vital organs, it caused him to momentarily freeze and his strength to instantly diminish.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Yun Feiyang unleashed several slashes, each precise and deadly, forcing Lei Zhentian to retreat repeatedly, facing imminent danger.

"What a brilliant feint!"

Some audience members couldn't help but cheer, impressed by Yun Feiyang's wit and courage.

Lei Zhentian gritted his teeth, sweat pouring down his face. He knew he was at a disadvantage.

But Raimon's pride wouldn't allow him to give up easily. He took a deep breath, a resolute glint in his eyes.

"Iron Fist Shakes the Heavens!"

Lei Zhentian roared, his muscles bulging as if boundless power surged within him. He leaped forward, his fists crackling with the force of thunder, and slammed towards Yun Feiyang.

Upon seeing this, Yun Feiyang felt a chill run down his spine. He knew that this was Lei Zhentian's ultimate technique, and if he were to confront it head-on, the consequences would be unimaginable.

He quickly adjusted his body, using the pillars at the edge of the ring as a springboard, and with a nimble turn, avoided the fatal blow.

"boom!"

Lei Zhentian slammed his fists heavily onto the arena, causing the entire arena to tremble, dust to fly, and cracks to appear everywhere.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Yun Feiyang appeared behind Lei Zhentian like a ghost, wielding his long sword and aiming it straight at the opponent's back.

However, at this crucial moment, Lei Zhentian seemed to have eyes in the back of his head, suddenly turned around, and punched away the long sword, and the two were once again locked in a standoff.

"What a fierce battle!"

The host shouted excitedly, and the cheers from the audience rose and fell, pushing the atmosphere of the martial arts competition to a climax.

Yun Feiyang and Lei Zhentian exchanged a glance, both able to read respect and fighting spirit in each other's eyes.

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They knew that such an opponent was a once-in-a-lifetime find.

"Next match, let's fight again!"

Yun Feiyang sheathed his sword, nodded slightly to Lei Zhentian, and his eyes gleamed with a desire for another battle.

Lei Zhentian laughed heartily, patted his chest, and replied, "I'm ready anytime!" Although the two were rivals, they were like comrades who appreciated each other's strengths at this moment.

With the departure of the two, the first match of the martial arts tournament came to a successful conclusion.

The second match followed immediately.

In the second match, Fu Hengxing, known as the "Southern Blade Immortal," took the stage.

Meanwhile, Bei Li's character is the future spear master Sikong Changfeng, who has been eager to try his hand at using a silver spear.

Sikong Changfeng, holding a silver spear, stepped onto the arena, his eyes gleaming with eager anticipation.

He knew that this battle was not only a test of his own strength, but also an opportunity to bring glory to Beili. The surrounding audience, seeing this, began to discuss among themselves, filled with curiosity and anticipation for this young candidate for the title of Gun Immortal.

"Sikong Changfeng, it's finally your turn!"

Lei Mengsha shouted from below the stage, her eyes full of encouragement.

Sikong Changfeng smiled slightly, nodded to Lei Mengsha, and then turned to face his opponent, Fu Hengxing.

Fu Hengxing held an ancient-looking longsword, its blade gleaming coldly, exuding a calm and restrained aura. He slowly stepped onto the arena, standing opposite Sikong Changfeng, the air thick with tension.

"Game start!"

At the host's command, the atmosphere on the stage instantly became tense.

Fu Hengxing moved swiftly, his long sword slicing through the air with a whistling sound as he headed straight for Sikong Changfeng.

Sikong Changfeng moved nimbly, flicking his silver spear to easily dodge the fierce attack. At the same time, he lightly touched the ground with the tip of his spear, using the momentum to leap backward and create distance between himself and Fu Hengxing.

"Good skill!"

Fu Hengxing praised, a hint of approval flashing in his eyes. He knew that Sikong Changfeng was no ordinary person, having already distinguished himself in the Northern Li martial arts world at such a young age.

Sikong Changfeng smiled slightly, and suddenly swung his silver spear, which transformed into a streak of silver light, heading straight for Fu Hengxing.

Fu Hengxing swung his longsword, accurately blocking the attack, and the two were once again engaged in fierce combat.

The silver spear and longsword clashed repeatedly in the air, producing a crisp metallic clang. Sikong Changfeng's spear technique was agile and unpredictable, sometimes like a dragon emerging from the sea, sometimes like a nimble snake emerging from its burrow, making it impossible to defend against.

Fu Hengxing, on the other hand, remained steadfast amidst change, his long sword steady and powerful, striving for precision in every strike.

As time went on, Sikong Changfeng gradually found Fu Hengxing's rhythm, and he began to try to break through the opponent's defenses using more complex marksmanship.

The silver spear seemed to come alive in his hands, sometimes transforming into a sky full of spear shadows, and sometimes condensing into a single point of sharpness, forcing Fu Hengxing to concentrate fully on dealing with it.

"Sikong Changfeng truly lives up to his reputation!"

The audience below the stage exclaimed in admiration, praising Sikong Changfeng's marksmanship.

However, Fu Hengxing was no ordinary person. He knew that Sikong Changfeng was a formidable marksman, so he began to adjust his strategy, using his internal energy and experience to wear down Sikong Changfeng's stamina.

In every encounter, he went all out, striving to gain the upper hand in terms of physical strength.

Upon seeing this, Sikong Changfeng became secretly on guard.

He knew that if he continued to exhaust himself like this, he would likely be defeated due to exhaustion. Therefore, he decided to use his ultimate technique—the Dragon Transformation!

"Senior Fu, please be careful with this next move!"

Sikong Changfeng shouted in a deep voice, and suddenly swung his silver spear, which turned into a dazzling light and rushed straight towards Fu Hengxing.

Fu Hengxing's expression changed slightly upon seeing this. He knew that this was Sikong Changfeng's ultimate technique, and its power was extraordinary.

He quickly gathered all his inner strength, swung his longsword, and prepared to take the blow head-on.

However, at the moment the silver spear clashed with the longsword, Sikong Changfeng's figure suddenly turned into a blur, and the silver spear twisted and coiled in the air like a serpent, eventually transforming into a silver dragon that pounced on Fu Hengxing.

"This is... the Dragon Transformation!"

The audience gasped in amazement, saying they had never seen such breathtaking marksmanship.

Fu Hengxing's expression was solemn; he knew the power of this move.

He swung his longsword with all his might, trying to fend off the silver dragon's attack.

However, the silver dragon seemed to have a life of its own, nimbly dodging the attacks of the longsword while constantly closing in on Fu Hengxing.

"What a brilliant Dragon Transformation!"

Fu Hengxing sighed, knowing he was powerless to change the outcome. Finally, the silver dragon pounced on Fu Hengxing, sending him flying several meters away before crashing heavily onto the arena.

Thunderous applause and cheers erupted from the audience, who were captivated by Sikong Changfeng's brilliant performance.

Sikong Changfeng sheathed his silver spear, slightly out of breath, and walked toward Fu Hengxing, his eyes gleaming with respect and gratitude.

"Senior Fu, you flatter me," Sikong Changfeng said, bowing.

Fu Hengxing struggled to his feet, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and laughed, "The younger generation surpasses the older; young friend Sikong's future is limitless!"

With Sikong Changfeng's victory, the atmosphere of the martial arts tournament was once again brought to a climax.

However, Xiao Ruojin, the Prince of Jingyu, who was far away in the Jingyu Prince's Mansion, had a very unpleasant expression.

"What did you say?" Xiao Ruojin looked at the spy with a surprised expression. "The people from the Dark River also lost? This was Father Emperor's doing, how could they fail?"

The spy lowered his head, his voice tinged with fear: "Yes, Your Highness. The assassins sent by Dark River attempted to attack Ye Dingzhi and his group during the martial arts tournament, but they were all defeated. Umbrella Ghost Su Muyu was even seriously injured and escaped."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Ruojin clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white from the force. He knew the Dark River's power all too well; he hadn't expected even they to fail. The strength of Ye Dingzhi and the others far exceeded his imagination.

"Isn't there any other way?" Xiao Ruojin's voice was low and angry, her eyes flashing with resentment.

The spy hesitated for a moment before speaking, "Your Highness, the martial arts tournament is currently underway. Perhaps we can look for opportunities among the other participants."

Furthermore, although the Dark River has suffered a temporary setback, they may not give up. Perhaps we can continue to cooperate with them and increase our stakes.

Upon hearing this, Xiao Ruojin's eyes flashed with a cold light, and she slowly nodded: "Alright, go and contact Dark River immediately and tell them that as long as Ye Dingzhi and the others can be eliminated, I am willing to pay any price."

The spy accepted the order and left, while Xiao Ruojin stood alone by the window, gazing at the distant Tianqi Square, pondering her next plan.

He knew he had no way out and could only gamble everything.

Meanwhile, at the martial arts tournament in Tianqi Square, Sikong Changfeng's victory brought the atmosphere to a climax. Cheers erupted from the audience, their admiration for the young spear master evident.

Ye Dingzhi, Lei Mengsha, and Gongzi Yu stood below the stage, watching the triumphant Sikong Changfeng on the platform, their eyes gleaming with pride and satisfaction. They knew that Sikong Changfeng's victory was not only his personal glory, but also the glory of their team.

"It seems our team's strength is not to be underestimated." Lei Mengsha smiled and patted Ye Dingzhi on the shoulder.

Ye Dingzhi smiled slightly, his eyes flashing with determination: "This is just the beginning. In the upcoming matches, we must go all out."