Mainland Martial Arts

Chapter 375 Suffering heavy losses

Lin Feng suffered another crushing blow. The excruciating pain felt like thousands of steel needles piercing his body simultaneously, nearly knocking him unconscious. His body, like a rag of rags, tumbled and tumbled through the air, blood gushing from his mouth again, like a blood lotus blooming in hell, poignant and tragic. He landed heavily on the martial arts stage, his body sliding a distance across the ground, raising a cloud of dust, like a dying fish stranded on the beach, struggling in agony.

The audience gasped at this sight. Those princes who had previously been pessimistic about Lin Feng now wore smug smiles. The Third Prince, Zhang Zhilin, crossed his arms, a mocking smile on his face, a smile filled with both disdain for Lin Feng and pride in his own judgment. "Hmph, I told you he couldn't do it, yet he dared to challenge the Master of Huangtian Pavilion. He's simply overestimating himself." His eyes were filled with contempt, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, revealing a mouthful of white teeth, as if he were gloating over his foresight.

Chen Xiner, Chen Yu, and Xu Tian, ​​who were close to Lin Feng, were terrified. Chen Xiner's eyes were red, tears welling up in them. Her hands clutched the corners of her clothes tightly, her fingers turning white from the force, as if she were about to tear them apart. Her lips trembled slightly, and she wanted to shout at Lin Feng to give up, but her deep trust and love for him made her swallow her words. In her heart, she prayed silently, "Lin Feng, you must hold on. Nothing will happen to you." Her eyes were filled with worry and fear, and her body trembled slightly, as if she were the one being attacked.

Chen Yu's face was terribly gloomy, like the sky before a storm. His fists were clenched at his sides, and the joints made a crackling sound from the force, a sound that seemed to be a cry of anger and unwillingness from his heart. He wanted to rush onto the stage immediately and fight alongside Lin Feng, but he also knew that his strength was far inferior to the two on the stage, and going up would only be a futile death. He could only anxiously stand backstage, his eyes revealing his worry for Lin Feng and his anger towards Huang Tian: "This Huang Tian is too cruel, to use such a heavy hand. Lin Feng, you must not fall!"

Xu Tian paced anxiously, beads of sweat forming on his forehead, his eyes filled with anxiety. He periodically glanced at Lin Feng on the stage, then at his surroundings, as if searching for a way to help Lin Feng, yet he felt powerless. Guilt and self-blame filled his heart, "If only I were stronger, I could help Lin Feng, but now, I can only watch him suffer."

Lin Feng lay on the ground, his hands clutching his stomach tightly, his body shaking uncontrollably. His face was as pale as paper, and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, mixing with the blood from the corners of his mouth and dripping onto the martial arts stage, forming a glaring stain. His eyes revealed pain and fatigue, but more importantly, a gleam of indomitable spirit. He told himself in his heart, "I can't lose. I still have to marry Xin'er and return to Earth. I still have so much to accomplish. I must not fall here. Even if there is only a glimmer of hope, I will persevere." His teeth bit his lower lip, leaving deep teeth marks and bleeding, but he was completely unaware.

Huang Tian frowned slightly as he looked at Lin Feng lying on the ground. A complex expression flashed across his eyes, a mixture of admiration for Lin Feng's tenacity and confidence that the outcome of this battle was already decided. He spoke slowly, his voice low and powerful, "General Lin, what do you think? Are you ready to admit defeat?" There was no sarcasm in his tone, only respect and inquiry for his opponent.

Lin Feng huddled on the ground, his hands clutching his stomach tightly, every inch of his skin screaming in agony. He tried to push himself up, but his arms trembled uncontrollably. His attempts were thwarted by the surging pain. A flicker of resentment flashed in his eyes, and he clenched his teeth. Sweat drenched his hair, leaving strands plastered to his pale yet resolute face.

Huang Tian folded his arms across his chest, his posture erect, like an unshakable mountain. His gaze was calm and sharp, like a cold star, coldly observing Lin Feng's struggle. Although he was touched by Lin Feng's tenacity, admiration surging in his heart like an undercurrent, his face remained stern, not revealing the slightest bit. He knew the significance of this battle, not just a matter of personal honor and disgrace, but also of the prestige and reputation of the Nine Emperors Pavilion. In his world, the strong were respected, and mercy was reserved for the weak. He would not let Lin Feng easily break through his defenses, even though the young man was struggling with incredible perseverance.

Offstage, Chen Xin'er was terrified. Her eyes were filled with worry and fear, tears welling up in her eyes, as if they would burst at any moment. Her hands clutched the hem of her skirt tightly, her knuckles turning white. She leaned forward slightly, as if wanting to rush onto the stage and share Lin Feng's pain. Chen Yu and Xu Tian were also filled with anxiety. Their fists clenched, veins bulging in their arms, their eyes burning with anger and resentment. They wished they could fly up and fight alongside Lin Feng, fighting the powerful Huang Tian together.

Li Hanhai, Mu Yuhan, and Lin Rongxuan stood in the crowd, seemingly calm on the surface, but their slightly furrowed brows and carelessly clenched hands betrayed their inner tension. They shared a deep trust with Lin Feng, fully aware of his potential and past achievements. They understood this young man as their shining star for the future. Though they knew he wasn't destined to die, they still longed for him to win this difficult battle. Only through such trials and tribulations could Lin Feng truly grow into the leader who could lead them to the pinnacle.

Those who already harbored resentment towards Lin Feng now revealed their mocking smiles without concealing them. The Third Prince, Zhang Zhilin, stood in a prominent position. He tilted his head, a scornful smile on his face, and shouted, "Hmph, I told you this brat was overestimating himself, wanting to challenge the Master of Huangtian Pavilion. It was sheer wishful thinking. Now look at him, he's been beaten so badly he can't even get up. What a disgrace!" His eyes were filled with disdain, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, as if he were smug about his own "foresight."

Amidst the mixed gazes of the crowd, Lin Feng struggled for a long time. Finally, exhausting all his strength, he slowly and shakily stood up. His legs trembled violently like a candle in the wind, but his eyes were like a burning flame, firm and blazing. He took a deep breath, the air struggling to flow through his injured body, like the dull sound of a worn bellows. He struggled to regulate his disordered breathing, trying to regain his fighting spirit.