I, the Chaotic Being, began my path to enlightenment in a brothel!

Lin Feng paid a heavy price.

In the middle of the hour, he was slashed with 137 sword wounds, and a bloody hole was torn open in his abdomen, from which blood gushed out.

With his Foundation Establishment Realm seventh level cultivation, Heaven-Rank spiritual weapon, and Heaven-Rank martial arts, Wang Long's combat power far surpasses that of ordinary inner disciples.

In the inner sect, this is enough strength to take on a hundred people!

Lin Feng's ability to hold on until now has already earned the admiration of countless disciples below the stage.

Of course, Wang Long didn't gain much advantage either.

Half of his cheek was smashed by Lin Feng, his chest collapsed, and he had broken countless ribs.

He stood there, panting heavily, his crimson eyes filled with mockery as he looked at Lin Feng: "I'd like to see if you can produce another Wood Spirit Fruit!"

"Then you'd better watch carefully!"

Lin Feng smiled coldly, and with a flick of his wrist, three emerald green wood spirit fruits appeared in his palm.

He opened his mouth and swallowed it, and the surging spiritual energy instantly flowed through his meridians to his limbs and bones.

The small wounds on his body healed instantly, and even the bloody hole in his abdomen stopped bleeding.

Seeing this, Wang Long's face darkened considerably, and he let out a heavy, cold snort: "So what if you have a lot of Wood Spirit Fruits? You still can't withstand a single sword strike from me!"

"Didn't Senior Brother Wang notice?"

Lin Feng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said with a half-smile, "The aura on your body has already weakened by more than half."

Upon hearing this, Wang Long's pupils suddenly contracted.

As soon as Lin Feng said this, Wang Qing'er and the others, who were cheering for Wang Longna, stopped abruptly, as if an invisible hand had gripped their throats.

Just as Lin Feng said, Wang Long at his peak possessed the power of a seventh-level Foundation Establishment cultivator.

After fighting for more than half an hour, his cultivation level had already dropped to the sixth level of Foundation Establishment.

Moreover, his breath continued to decline, flowing away uncontrollably like water bursting from a dam.

The effects of the Berserk Pill are almost worn off.

Wang Long was clearly aware of this as well.

He stomped heavily on the ground, his body instantly leaping up and transforming into a blood-red afterimage as he swept in front of Lin Feng, slashing down fiercely with his sword.

As the sword sliced ​​through the air, his hysterical roar echoed: "Before the Berserk Pill wears off, I will take your life!"

"You?"

Lin Feng laughed loudly, and with a flick of his palm, a golden pill appeared out of thin air.

The Heaven-Mending Pill, a Heaven-Rank Pill!

He tilted his head back and swallowed it whole, his spiritual energy roaring and his blood surging and boiling.

The aura that had plummeted to rock bottom suddenly surged back up in the blink of an eye, instantly returning to its peak state.

"What? He still has a trump card?"

Wang Long's pupils dilated violently, and his heart was filled with turmoil.

He thought he had hidden himself well and had a variety of tricks up his sleeve, but he never expected that Lin Feng's trump cards were no less impressive than his own.

But he didn't have time to think about it anymore.

Lin Feng had already clenched his fist and was about to smash towards him with the force of breaking through the air.

"What powerful punches!"

Wang Long broke out in a cold sweat, then suddenly realized what was happening—

It's not that Lin Feng has become stronger, it's that he has become weaker!

The violent medicinal power within his body was diminishing every moment, and could only last for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn at most.

"If I can't finish him off within the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, I'll be the one who dies."

Thinking of this, Wang Long's long hair danced wildly, and his eyes shone with a blood-red light.

"Those I trample under my feet have no chance of rising again!"

"Lin Feng, I will tear you to pieces!"

One martial art after another was unleashed in his hands, the lowest of which was a mid-grade Earth Rank. Combined with his Foundation Establishment Realm Level 6 cultivation, the power was terrifying to an unbelievable degree.

"snort!"

Lin Feng did not use any martial arts techniques, but his whole body was enveloped in a warm, jade-like luster, making him seem as if he were carved from mutton-fat white jade.

"If you can't kill me, you're doomed."

Even Murong Yan, who had maintained a calm expression throughout, was slightly surprised upon seeing this scene, unable to recognize what kind of body tempering method it was.

"Crackling and popping!"

Each martial art technique and sword move that struck Lin Feng's fist proved to be utterly fragile and easily defeated.

"what!"

No matter how furious Wang Long became, pushing his spiritual power to the limit, he was still unable to kill Lin Feng instantly.

Meanwhile, his own aura continued to decline, and soon he broke through the sixth level and fell to the peak of the fifth level.

"Bang!"

Lin Feng's long hair flew wildly, his robes fluttered, and he suddenly threw a punch.

"Pfft!"

Wang Long coughed up blood on the spot, and his body flew backwards like an arrow, flying dozens of feet before crashing heavily to the ground.

He felt pain all over his body, as if all his bones had been shattered.

Even so, Wang Long forced himself to get up.

Wisps of crimson smoke billowed from his mouth and nose. He stood covered in blood, looking like a madman, and roared, "Kill!"

"Wang Long, it's time for you to pay back what you owe me!"

Lin Feng's eyes were as cold as ice as he walked towards him step by step.

The next moment, the two figures collided violently with an almost brutal force.

On the vast inner gate plaza, only surging energy and deafening roars remained. The two figures were completely swallowed up by the smoke and dust, and could no longer be seen at all...

"What happened?"

The disciples watching were all pale-faced, staring intently at the center of the battlefield, but they couldn't see anything.

"Of course, Senior Brother Wang won!" Wang Hao and the others said in unison.

The last thing they saw was Wang Long being knocked away.

But when Wang Long stood up again, his blood energy surged, and his aura was still terrifying. He was sure he could defeat Lin Feng within the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

"Lin Feng has consumed so many Wood Spirit Fruits in such a short time, the medicinal effects will only weaken over time. I don't believe he can withstand it."

Lei Pojun snorted coldly, his tone resolute.

"That's right!"

Zhou Tiangu, who had just recovered, echoed him, his face full of confidence.

"How could someone at the second level of the Foundation Establishment Realm dare to challenge the combat power of the number one disciple of the inner sect? Lin Feng was ultimately too arrogant. If he had cultivated diligently for a few more years, he could have been on par with Senior Brother Wang, and he wouldn't have ended up like this."

"My brother is invincible!"

"Only my brother is worthy of the Holy Maiden!"

"As for Lin Feng, he dares to covet the Holy Maiden; he's like a toad trying to eat a swan!"

Wang Qing'er was even more arrogant, her chin held high, her face full of haughtiness, as if Wang Long had already won the battle.

Zi Yun stood to the side, unable to resist crossing her arms and sneering, "Heh! If it weren't for that Berserk Pill, Wang Long would have been beaten to death long ago."

"A life-or-death duel is supposed to be free of any taboos. Even the sect leader hasn't stopped it, so how dare you question it?"

Wang Qing'er snorted coldly and said, "If Lin Feng has the guts, he should also buy a Berserk Pill and take it. We won't say a word!"

Zi Yun was so angry that her chest heaved, but she had no way to refute it.

Wang Long is a disciple personally taught by the elder and is very wealthy.

How could ordinary disciples like them afford such a rare item as the Berserk Pill?

"Lin Feng, you bastard, you're finally dead at my brother's hands!"

Seeing that Ziyun couldn't answer, Wang Qing'er became even more smug, jumping up and down with a sinister laugh.

Her long hair was disheveled, her face was full of resentment, and she looked just like a vengeful female ghost.

"boom!"

Just as Wang Hao and the others were about to echo each other, a deafening roar suddenly came from the center of the square, like a thunderclap.

Immediately afterwards, a figure covered in blood flew out.

Like a shooting star falling from the sky, it crashed hard onto the bluestone slabs of the inner gate square, creating a huge, deep crater.

The energy dispersed in all directions, dust and sand flew everywhere, and even the ground trembled three times.

"Lin Feng is dead?"

Wang Qing'er looked over with a face full of surprise, but out of the corner of her eye she suddenly caught sight of the other side.

A figure was seen slowly walking out of the smoke and dust.

He was also covered in blood, but his aura remained strong, and his every move exuded an iron-blooded air.

"Lin Feng?!"

The moment they saw who it was, everyone looked as if they had seen a ghost in broad daylight, their faces filled with disbelief.

The entire hall fell into a sudden, deathly silence.

The figure walking slowly towards them was none other than Lin Feng!

So, the blood-stained figure that just flew backwards and landed was none other than Wang Long?