Fighting: I am Han Feng, I respect my teacher

Han Feng showed no sign of panic, merely glancing calmly at the hot-tempered elder.

Inside the main hall, the other elders in their seats did not speak up to stop it, but simply watched quietly as the tension between the two sides gradually increased.

At this moment, Fairy Fire Spirit smiled slightly, her gaze shifting past the figure of the Flame Clan elder and landing on Han Feng.

"Cooperation always needs a foundation. If the strengths are not equal, then cooperation naturally cannot be reached."

"That's what the Fire Spirit Fairy said."

"How about this: if Lord Suzaku wins this challenge, I will agree to lend you a hand, what do you say?"

The other elders' expressions changed upon hearing Huo Ling's words.

Huo Ling is the strongest member of the clan, second only to the clan leader. How could she so easily express her stance?

Everyone's eyes turned to the person in the head seat, and they were even more surprised to see that he had not spoken.

Could it be that the clan leader also...?

"Flame Lord Vermilion Bird, since you have this intention, then so be it."

Yan Jin's voice came from above.

"Go, on the Flame Martial Platform, you can unleash your full power."

The next instant, flames flashed, and the Flame Clan elder rushed impatiently toward the arena.

"Hey, hurry up and catch up, don't keep me waiting too long, hahaha!"

Hearing the Yan Clan elder's confident and arrogant laughter, Han Feng shook his head slightly and then followed.

"Everyone, let's go take a look too."

Huo Ling stood up from her seat and watched Han Feng's departing figure with great interest.

His powerful spiritual talent told him that the Vermilion Bird was no ordinary creature.

As Huo Ling left the Flame Heart Palace, the other elders, after consulting with the clan leader, slowly followed.

Once the main hall was empty, Yan Jin, seated at the head of the table, revealed a look of curiosity and amazement in his eyes.

"Vermilion Bird, Vermilion Bird... This Southern Ming Fire has actually regained some of its former appearance."

The Vermilion Bird and the Southern Bright Fire are a sacred fire in the realm of flames.

However, the Nanming Li Fire, currently located in the Nanli Empire, no longer possesses the grandeur of a sacred fire.

When Yan Jin was young, he had visited the Nanli Empire and had some dealings with the then-ruler, and had experienced the power of the Nanming Li Fire.

However, after experiencing it all, Yan Jin felt that Nanming Li Huo was somewhat overrated.

Compared to the legendary Vermilion Bird, it is far inferior.

Yan Jin only became interested when he saw the ball of Nanming Li Fire in Han Feng's hand.

This is the legendary Vermilion Bird's flame, which made him feel a slight threat.

Yan Jin rose from his seat and stepped outside the hall, gazing into the distance.

"Let me witness the true power of the Southern Bright Fire."

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Yanwu Terrace.

The appearance of the Yan Clan elders in the competition attracted many onlookers.

"Suzaku, are you ready?"

The Flame Clan elder, standing at one end of the arena, was surrounded by crimson flames, and behind him, a mighty fire lion shadow faintly appeared, roaring deafeningly.

His fists were clenched, and waves of fire surged, as if he were about to pounce and kill at any moment.

Han Feng remained calm, his sleeves fluttering slightly. A ball of crimson-gold flame emerged from his palm, like the flapping of a Vermilion Bird's wings, carrying nobility and spirituality, and let out a soft cry in the air.

"bring it on!"

"Nanming Fire? Its imposing presence is not bad!"

The Yan Clan elder sneered, then stomped his foot, and the arena immediately cracked with spiderweb-like fissures. The next moment, he suddenly threw a punch!

"Raging Lion's Heavenly Flame Break!"

With a roar, a giant fiery lion burst forth from the shadow of the fist, its deafening roar piercing Han Feng as if it wanted to devour and incinerate him.

Han Feng neither dodged nor evaded. Instead, he unleashed his power, his body enveloped in Vermilion Bird Flames, and soared into the air!

"Blazing Feathers Burn the Sky!"

A pair of wings formed from the Southern Bright Fire spread out, instantly transforming into countless sharp fire feathers that rained down like fire.

Fire Feather and Lion Shadow collided, and a powerful burst of flames scattered in all directions, instantly creating a wave of heat on the arena.

"Hmph! A little trick!"

The Flame Clan elder snorted coldly, his hands forming a hand seal, and a powerful attack was brewing.

"Lion Soul Burns the Heavens!"

The fire lion roared and leaped up, splitting into three. The three fiery lion shadows pounced with tearing force, blocking Han Feng's retreat.

This move is not a simple fighting technique; it contains a special secret of the art of fire—the Flame Spirit!

The so-called Flame Spirit is a special fire spirit that has its own laws. It is the spirit of the strange fire among strange fires and is one of the keys to the awakening of strange fires.

As for the other flames, once the Flame Spirit is mastered, it's equivalent to entering an awakened state, where each move possesses several times the power of ordinary fighting techniques.

A glint flashed in Han Feng's eyes. He raised his hand slightly, and as the Southern Bright Fire surged, a phantom of a Vermilion Bird with fiery feathers slowly took shape behind him. Its wings spread out, and a gust of wind suddenly arose!

"The Vermilion Bird falls from the sun!"

His figure was like an arrow, soaring into the sky with the momentum of a fiery Vermilion Bird, and then swooping down from the sky!

At that moment, it felt as if a real Vermilion Bird had descended from the heavens, filling the world with a sense of scorching heat and oppression!

boom!

The fiery Vermilion Bird pierced through the three-headed fire lion phantom, and waves of fire swept down, heading straight for the Flame Clan elder!

The Yan Clan elder's expression changed, and he hurriedly activated his battle qi to defend himself, but he was still blasted back several feet by the attack, his breath slightly disordered.

"Such powerful flames..."

He stared at Han Feng in horror, and before he could catch his breath, he suddenly heard Han Feng shout out:

"Lion Soul Burns the Heavens!"

The same hand seals were quickly formed in Han Feng's hands!

The next moment, three fiery lion shadows suddenly pounced out from his side, their momentum even stronger than before, fierce and incomparable, and they swept away, completely tearing apart the remaining defensive line of the Flame Clan elder!

"This is impossible!"

"How do you know my Yan Clan's Heavenly Rank Battle Technique!?"

The Yan Clan elder's expression changed drastically, filled with shock and anger.

Han Feng stood in the center of the arena, the Southern Bright Fire slowly dissipating, and said calmly, "You demonstrated it so clearly just now, I learned about seven or eight parts of it."

Upon hearing this, the area around the arena fell silent, and all the Yan Clan members were stunned.

At the edge of the arena, Fairy Fire Spirit smiled gently, a glint of brilliance flashing in her eyes: "As expected of the Vermilion Bird."

On the arena, the aftershocks of the flames had not yet completely dissipated, but the entire square fell into a deathly silence.

The Yan Clan elder's face was ashen, his aura was disordered, and his battle qi was not flowing smoothly, clearly indicating that he had suffered serious internal injuries.

He looked at Han Feng, his lips trembling slightly, but he couldn't utter a single word.

Below the arena, many members of the Yan Clan looked at each other in disbelief. Those gazes that had initially held some doubt now turned into shock and awe.

"He... he actually learned 'Lion Soul Burning the Heavens' in a single battle?"

"What a joke! That's a secret technique of the Flame Clan that even many elders can't master!"

"Who exactly is Suzaku...? Is he really from another race?"

A murmur arose among the crowd. At the edge of the arena, the Fire Spirit Fairy watched the figure whose flames were gradually fading. Her eyes flickered, and the smile on her lips deepened.

After a moment, she spoke softly: "This can no longer be explained by mere talent."

The Yan Clan elder frowned, scrutinizing Han Feng with piercing eyes, and said in a deep voice, "The flames within him... are not the inherited fire of our Yan Clan, yet he can unleash a flame spirit form even more refined than ours. This boy... is not simple."

Another elder nodded slowly, his voice low: "Judging from the Vermilion Bird's flames, his ability to instantly control 'Lion Soul Burning the Heavens' is probably more than just a simple imitation."

"You mean..." The elder's expression changed.

The elder's gaze was deep: "Perhaps within him lies some kind of... more ancient flame of inheritance."

These words caused all the elders to fall into deep thought.

On the stage, Han Feng remained calm and composed, seemingly unconcerned about the shock of the crowd.

He nodded slightly to the Yan clan elder, his tone calm: "You flatter me."

After saying that, he turned and left the ring.

Fire Spirit Fairy's eyes flickered, and she slowly stepped forward to meet her.

She walked up to Han Feng and asked with a slight smile, "You really only watched it once and you learned 'Lion Soul Burning the Heavens'?"

Han Feng smiled and said in a relaxed tone, "As long as the laws of fire are interconnected, it's not difficult to see it once."

Huo Ling gave a light "humph," but her eyes held a rare hint of admiration: "You, an outsider, are more like the Yan Clan than many of the clan's own disciples."

Han Feng smiled without saying a word, only whispering, "The Yan Clan is indeed powerful, but there is more than one path to the Great Dao of Flames."

Huo Ling was taken aback and was about to ask further when she suddenly heard a deep shout from afar.

"Suzaku!"

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw the Flame Clan Chief slowly approaching, his eyes blazing as he stared at Han Feng: "Are you willing to fight my Flame Clan again?"

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The atmosphere in the arena suddenly froze.

Han Feng slowly turned around, looking at Yan Jin with surprise.

"Clan leader, wouldn't this be..." Huo Ling frowned slightly, as if she wanted to dissuade him.

Yan Jin waved his hand and said in a deep voice, "It was just a friendly spar. In the battle just now, the Vermilion Bird Pavilion has already shown that his control of flames is comparable to mine. If he is truly willing to form an alliance with the Yan Clan, then as the clan leader, I will naturally have to try it myself."

He spoke with righteous indignation, but a hint of excited fighting spirit ignited in his eyes.

The patriarch of the Yan Clan was also a martial arts fanatic, or rather, a fanatic of the way of fire.

Han Feng looked at him for a moment, then suddenly smiled faintly: "Since it is the clan leader who personally invited me, I will certainly accompany him."

As soon as he finished speaking, a wave of intense heat swept through the surroundings.

Flames surged around Han Feng, the Southern Ming Fire rising fiercely, within which another, more intense and ancient flame aura slowly emerged—

Fusion of Different Flames: The Vermilion Bird of All Things!

At this moment, the sky seemed to be set ablaze. On the arena, a colorful vermilion bird soared through the flames. Wherever its wings touched, the air turned pure white, and all the light gathered within it.

"Such a strong sense of oppression..."

An elder of the Yan clan murmured softly.

Yan Jin's eyes narrowed, and he suddenly took a step forward, letting out a deep shout:

"Divine Lion—Appear!"

The flames behind him suddenly exploded, and a huge phantom of a divine lion of fire appeared behind him. It was no ordinary beast shadow, but a strange divine lion whose body was covered with flame patterns and whose eyes were as blazing as the golden sun!

boom! !

The next moment, the divine lion and the vermilion bird collided in mid-air, instantly creating a raging fire wave. The barrier of the entire arena trembled violently, showing signs of being unable to withstand it!

Han Feng flipped his right hand, and the Vermilion Bird Feather reflected a crimson-gold light in the air. His figure was as fast as lightning, shuttling between the roars of the fire lions. Flames condensed between his palms and fingers like blades, heading straight for Yan Jin's vitals.

"Myriad Phenomena Rifting Sky Feather!"

"The Wall of Incineration!"

The two clashed in close combat, their fists and palms colliding, and a wave of fire exploded ten feet high!