Chapter 102: Winning is the Only Way to Lose, The Wonderful Use of Human and Tool

  "Boom!"

  The sun god's light bursts forth with all its might, its energy concentrated at a single point, and the slender beam of light contains every hue.

  Shen Guang's hand moved, and Ning Feng's originally shining eyes dimmed for a moment, his face paling slightly.

  The Buddha said that a ksana is in fact just one moment.

  The sun god's rays accurately hit the golden crow, flames splashing everywhere, and it continued to burn in mid-air as it fell.

  Everything changed in an instant, the Golden Crow's reliance was just a means for the Golden Crow to transform during the foundation-building period. However, the Sun Scripture was also known as the divine palace's ultimate technique that could transcend levels and fight, and Ning Feng's full-force strike was even more powerful than the Golden Crow's reliance.

  After dispersing the golden crow's dependence, the sun god's light was somewhat dimmer, but still moved forward.

  The exposed true form of Qixi's ring, with a sharp whistling sound, collided head-on with the Sun God's light.

  "Hahaha~~"

  Strange light shoots out in all directions, the strongest crossbow cannot penetrate the plain silk, the Qixi ring is hard and facing the sun god's light, the direction does not change, straight and piercing.

  "I'm going!"

  Ning Feng's eyes were fixed on the target as he instinctively waved the flag, narrowly avoiding a collision with the Qixi ring that was shooting towards him.

  "Clang!"

  A crisp sound, loud and clear.

  Qixi was hit by this blow and flew back at a faster speed, while Ning Feng also flew up with both arms tightly grasping the flag of Huan Rao.

  Both parties flew out in opposite directions.

  And without mentioning the Qixi ring, Ning Feng hugged the Huo Huan flag and rolled around in mid-air for several rounds. When he fell to the ground, his two legs bent and almost collapsed, and his arms shook as he nearly dropped the Huo Huan flag.

  He fell to the ground, a good ten zhang away from his original position, having retreated backward.

  Chen Xiwei stretched out her hands and beckoned forward, the Qiuxi ring emitted a golden glow that entered her hand, pushing her backward for over ten zhang.

  Under one blow, both sides' faces turned pale, and they retreated to a distance that was almost the same. The difference was that Ning Feng's face became solemn, his eyebrows drooping down, as if he had eaten bitter melon and couldn't speak of the bitterness.

  Chen Xi's eyebrows rose again, and his expression was as clear as the four words: "Eager to try"!

  "Come again!"

  Chen Xiwei glanced at Ning Feng with a spirited gaze, as if a little girl's home language was smiling and saying: "You're done for".

  Seeing this gaze, Ning Feng's face fell even more miserably, bitter to the point of dripping juice.

  At first glance, it seems like a stalemate, but in fact, it's a hand that stinks to the point of being unbearable. Not only can the two parties involved see through it clearly, even outsiders can tell what's going on.

  "Unexpectedly, no dark horse emerged, and this time's champion is Chen Ximicro."

  "Yes, Chen Xiwei's Golden Crow relies on the Seventh Evening Ring, which is sharp and fierce. It belongs to a hard-to-avoid attack that can't be dodged. Although Ning Feng's Sun Law is more powerful than Chen Xiwei's Golden Crow, the Seventh Evening Ring is an attacking spirit tool, while the Huanhuo Flag is a guiding law tool. In this head-on collision, everything is revealed."

  "Chen Xiwei's move was equivalent to forcing Ning Feng to be unable to make the best of his strengths and weaknesses. He could only use his own weakness to counter the enemy's strength."

  "Just need to draw a gourd and come again two or three rounds, Ning Feng will be exhausted, this game Chen Xiwei won."

  “……”

  In the midst of discussions, everyone's judgment was basically consistent. To put it simply, Ning Feng is almost finished.

  The crowd below was judging the situation. The one who had pressed Chen Xiwei's case had a self-satisfied expression, as if all that was missing was a big white paper with the four large characters "Foreseen" written on it and stuck to his forehead; The one who had pressed Ning Feng's case looked like he had lost his last chance, banging his head against the ground, wishing that time could flow backwards and he would never again hold onto a glimmer of hope.

  It's worth mentioning that Shen Zhaoxuan was both disappointed and relieved, with a contradictory expression that would have fallen into Ning Feng's eyes. He could guess 100% who Shen Zhaoxuan was betting on.

  Is Ningfeng free to see? He isn't!

  Just as everyone was discussing this bit of skill, Chen Xiwei struck again with the Golden Crow's reliance on the Seventh Evening Ring, and as everyone had judged, Ning Feng could not avoid it and had to harden his defenses once more.

  Just like the previous version. There may be changes in between, but the result is the same.

  Ning Feng retreated again, this time by more than ten zhang, and was now only one step away from the edge of the high platform.

  Across from him, Chen Ximiao had already begun darting his eyes back and forth, predicting which direction Ning Feng would turn in. After all, anyone with eyes could see that if he didn't change directions soon, without waiting for exhaustion to set in, the next time Ning Feng would be directly blasted off the high platform.

  "Come again!"

  Chen Ximiao calmed down at this point, his round face full of serious expression, and with a swift movement, he drew out the Golden Crow Seven-Edged Sword.

  I don't know if it's an illusion, but Ning Feng felt that the Golden Crow spreading its wings on the Qixi ring was burning even more fiercely with flames, and its demeanor was even more overbearing and domineering, as if it wanted to burn a hole in the sky.

  "It can't go on like this."

  Ning Feng gritted his teeth and thought hard, countless lightning bolts flashing through his mind.

  It's not about whether you should win or lose at this point, but rather that winning is the only option. Losing is no longer an acceptable outcome.

  "It can let you win, but that is under the premise that I can win."

  Ning Feng suddenly raised his head, and the sharp light in his eyes burst out. Even under the dazzling brilliance of the Temple of the Sun God, it was still clearly visible, dazzling and eye-catching.

  "Cheers!"

  At the moment Chen Ximicro made his move, Ning Feng not only didn't change direction with all his might like the crowd below Taizong, but instead charged forward head-on towards Jin Wu's reliance on Qiuxi Ring.

  One step, two steps, three steps!

  At every step, Ning Feng would let out a loud whoop, his arm muscles bulging as he vigorously waved the banner back and forth.

  The first step was taken, with a solid and heavy sound, as if the power of the crystal body and the might of the Sun's Law were injected into the foot, bursting out with extreme speed.

  When Ning Feng took his second step out, he was already half a foot on the ground, and his whole person was floating as if he would fly up with the next step.

  "Huh?"

  Before the temple, the onlookers were watching the battle. Some of them suddenly stood up, some looked startled with a faint change in their expressions, some showed disappointment but still held onto hope, and some had anxiety in their hearts... What was similar was that one by one, they expressed their shock and doubt, which erupted almost simultaneously without any distinction between first and last.

  The wind was blowing directly against Chen Xiang, and the flames of Jinwu's reliance on fire obscured her line of sight. She couldn't see what was happening, but the crowd below could see it clearly.

  As Ning Feng swung his flag backwards, a shocking scene unfolded.

  The first shake sends a large amount of star power backward; when retracting, it again summons the star power behind to move forward.

  Behind Ning Feng, two opposing currents of swirling star power collided head-on, like two massive waves crashing against each other, stirring up a whirlpool of snow. Shards of starlight burst forth like a tempest.

  A figure, leaning forward with the wind, was at the forefront of the collision between the two star forces. His robe, which changed three times a day, shone with light, as if it was being bombarded by countless powers and defending itself.

  With this forceful push. When Ning Feng took his second step, his speed increased tenfold, and with the same step, the distance was far beyond what he could achieve with his previous step.

  "How divine!"

  "As for the ingenious application of the law, let's not mention his contemporaries and fellow disciples. Looking up and down the divine palace, how many can surpass this child?"

  "It's incredible, with a single item of equipment in hand, the wonderful use is up to one's mind, retreat can defend. Advance can attack, between attack and defense, confuse the enemy, spread out to scout the heavens and earth, now it can even borrow star power to collide and speed up, truly the utility of the device. In people, in heart, wonderfully unspeakable."

  "What is called 'man controlling things' and not 'things controlling man', just look at Ning Feng!"

  “……”

  Regardless of winning or losing, no one mentions the bet now. Everyone is savoring the aftertaste, with an endless afterglow on their faces.

  Among them, Shengong Jiumaishan is the most important.

  They have mustaches that are twirled, those without mustaches nod randomly, if not for their own dignity, they would like to praise and applaud.

  This is what they want to see.

  What's the outcome of the small competition? A temporary reputation; what are the rankings of each peak? Just a joke.

  The Temple of God has a successor, and the younger generation is showing its talents, only then can it be worthy of the great white.

  It's a long story, but it was just an instant at the time.

  The gods no longer care about winning or losing, but the hands of victory are still ongoing.

  The strong wind shook the banner of confusion, and he took his third step forward.

  As he took this step forward, the starlight that had been stretching out in front of him all along to Chen Xiwei's back suddenly vanished, and more than half of the star power on the high platform was swept away and swung towards his back.

  The forces of the colliding planets behind and in front are now combined, and with this largest force, they collide again, bursting out with the greatest thrust, like a giant pushing with all his might.

  Ning Feng's third step landed just in time for him to use his toes to touch the ground, and in the next moment, he maintained a diving posture and shot forward like electricity.

  Not flying, but ten times faster than flying.

  Ning Feng felt his eyes could hardly stay open, as sharp and cutting winds slapped him in the face.

  He was also staring wide-eyed at the golden crow perched on the seventh evening ring.

  Both sides are fast, and Ning Feng's creative and wonderful use of the Huo Huang flag has taken the word "speed" to a level that even Zui Mo would not have thought of.

  Although it was just an instant, it was enough.

  A hundred feet apart, in the swiftly approaching Ning Feng and Qi Xi's ring, it was only a moment of work.

  In this brief moment, amidst the interference of the fierce gusts, Ning Feng pointed out that the solar divine light burst forth with full force once again, steadily blasting onto the Golden Crow's reliance on the Seventh Evening Ring.

  Relive the good old days!

  The golden crow departs, the Qixi ring appears and shines, the solar divine light bursts forth, the Qixi ring shoots forward.

  At this moment, a sigh of regret echoed among the onlookers.

  At the moment Ning Feng displayed that brilliant move, it was undeniable that the vast majority of people hoped he could turn the tables and win.

  Just for that moment of inspiration, just for this display of mastery, it's worth a victory, a championship.

  Before the words "what a pity" had a chance to escape from anyone's mouth, Ning Feng unexpectedly made a move.

  He does not dodge, he does not evade;

  He does not stop in his progress, he does not hasten his step.

  The wind kept rushing down, keeping its rapid pace, and rushed past the Qixi ring.

  On the other side of the high platform, Chen Xiang had also clearly seen Ning Feng's movements from a distance that was not far away. With a sweep of his empty and dazzling star power, he guessed what Ning Feng had done before.

  With a broad vision, Chen Xiang would not miss Ning Feng's movement. Although the Qixi ring slipped out of her hand, it was still under her control. Suddenly, with a slight tremble in her wrist, it shot towards Ning Feng again.

  Ten zhang, eight zhang, five zhang, three zhang!

  In the blink of an eye, the distance between Qiuxi and Ningfeng was getting closer and closer. The senior gods who were responsible for releasing the heavenly light to protect them couldn't wait to take action.

  Mutation outbreak!

  Ning Feng's forehead, along with his eyebrows and eyes, rose up in a challenge.

  At the same time, another flag was raised - the Halberd Flag!

  The wind did not block, did not shake, and did not obstruct him. He actually took the head of the flag of Hwanggong and pointed it at the Qixi ring.

  The tip of the flag of the planet Venus has passed through the middle of the Big Dipper.

  In an instant, Ning Feng's blood surged upwards, all his strength bursting forth, with the flag of Huan Hua as his arm, his entire body weight pressed down, as if he wanted to grab the Qixi Ring from mid-air.

  "Gotcha!"