Demon Dragon Mad God-Chapter 765 - 588

Hua Yuanhan has made his move, it is no trivial matter, everyone could guess without even thinking that Lin Feng is doomed to be defeated.

Hua Yuanhan lands on the Battle Platform, expressionless, and immediately turns his head to look at Elder Lin, saying, "Elder, why haven’t you activated the Array yet?"

Only after activating the Array would Lin Feng become like a turtle trapped in a jar, with no escape. Consequently, Hua Yuanhan requests the closure of the Array immediately.

Upon hearing this, Elder Lin glances at Lin Feng, and, seeing that Lin Feng has no objections, immediately restarts the Array.

Soon, a huge Array Formation Shield once again covers the entire Battle Platform.

Elder Lin sighs, feeling somewhat regretful for Lin Feng; the battle between Hua Yuanhan and Lin Feng is virtually without suspense!

The monstrous prodigy Lin Feng might very likely die on the Battle Platform.

This is a tremendous pity for Elder Lin. He also greatly admires Lin Feng and, even though he is a Martial King powerhouse, has been subdued by Lin Feng’s Talent.

However, this is the Death Prison Fighting Arena. Since both men have stepped onto the Battle Platform, he will not obstruct.

"Bets are open!" Elder Lin’s voice echoes.

As soon as Elder Lin finishes speaking, everyone in the stands starts placing their bets, but this time, no one bets on Lin Feng’s victory.

Everyone hastily places a bet of a hundred thousand Upper Grade Spirit Stones on Hua Yuanhan’s victory, as the outcome appears obvious, with almost no suspense.

Among the crowd, only Hong Qingxuan and Li Feng haven’t placed their bets. Their expressions are stunned as they observe everything, their brows simultaneously furrowing.

"Oh no, Big Brother Lin Feng might be in danger!" Hong Qingxuan’s fair face is filled with dread.

Li Feng’s face is equally painted with worry. After pondering for a moment, he speaks with a heavy tone: "It’s not necessarily over. Lin Feng might just turn the tables!"

Li Feng knows that Lin Feng has another powerful ace up his sleeve, a secret technique that can double his combat strength. However, he is not certain whether Lin Feng’s secret technique can overcome Hua Yuanhan.

After all, Hua Yuanhan’s ranking on the Thousand Pride List is so high, at number four hundred, far beyond that of an elite ranked in the six hundreds like Yin Tianchou.

"Big Brother Lin Feng, you must be safe!" Hong Qingxuan gazes at Lin Feng with her beautiful eyes, murmuring to herself.

Hong Qingxuan’s heart is full of worry; if Lin Feng is defeated, they won’t have the strength to even attempt a rescue.

After all, the Battle Platform is enshrouded by an Array, an Array that cannot be broken without the strength of a Martial King.

"Place your bets!"

Li Feng speaks with a heavy voice, "We must have faith in Lin Feng!"

Upon hearing this, Hong Qingxuan lightly nods her head, and then the two of them promptly place their bets, once again wagering a hundred thousand Upper Grade Spirit Stones on Lin Feng’s victory.

Among the tens of thousands of spectators, they are the only two betting on Lin Feng.

On the Battle Platform.

Hua Yuanhan wears a smile, his gaze lands on Lin Feng, saying with a light laugh, "Lin Feng, I’ve waited for this moment for a long time!"

Lin Feng’s face is expressionless, his countenance serious as he stares at Hua Yuanhan, his heart tightening.

He had not expected this situation, that a prodigy ranked four hundredth on the Thousand Pride List would actually take the stage!

Nevertheless, despite the surprise, Lin Feng shows no sign of despair; the outcome of who wins and who loses is not set until the very last moment.

"Did you come here to kill me?"

Lin Feng asks indifferently, deducing from the opponent’s words that his true intention may not be to earn Spirit Stones, but rather to kill him.

"Whatever my intentions are, they are no longer important!"

Hua Yuanhan shakes his head, the corner of his mouth curling up, saying, "As long as you are on this Battle Platform, you are already a dead man!" 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

Hua Yuanhan’s demeanor is casual and confident. He has immense self-assurance. Even though Lin Feng is incomparably strong, the vast gap in Cultivation is something that cannot be bridged.

The difference between him and Lin Feng is not just a little bit; Lin Feng doesn’t even qualify to resist.

Lin Feng narrows his eyes slightly, his gaze as sharp as a knife, readying himself with utmost concentration.

He does not know the full extent of his opponent’s strength, but he must give his all!

"Make your move!" says Lin Feng coldly.

"Heh heh!"

Hua Yuanhan chuckles, nodding his head saying, "I hope you can withstand one of my moves!"

As soon as the words fall, Hua Yuanhan makes his move. Swinging his arm, cold air starts to rampage, condensing into a massive block of ice that rushes towards Lin Feng.

The ice moves as fast as lightning, and the cold air it emits instantly lowers the temperature of the entire space of the Battle Platform, as if freezing time, with a thick layer of frost forming on the ground.

"What is this?" Lin Feng is shaken upon seeing this, feeling that the air around him has solidified, making his bodily movements sluggish, let alone avoiding the attack.

As the ice hurtles toward him, Dark Power surges through Lin Feng’s body, his form emanating a bright golden glow. Clutching the Sword with both hands, he strikes forward fiercely.

Hiss!

The Heavenly Punishment Sword unleashes a hundred-meter Sword Light, tearing through the stagnant air and carrying a tremendous force as it slashes fiercely at the incoming ice.

Boom!

With a loud sound, ice shards scatter, and the massive ice is shattered by Lin Feng’s strike.

However, Lin Feng’s body shakes drastically; he is sent flying backward like a cannonball for nearly a thousand meters, slamming into the Array Formation Shield before coming to a stop.

Pfft!

A mouthful of blood sprays from Lin Feng’s mouth, which instantly freezes into crimson ice upon leaving his lips, clattering down onto the Battle Platform with a crack.

"Indeed powerful!"

Lin Feng wipes the blood-red ice from the corner of his mouth, his expression becoming extremely grave. The opponent, as expected, is a prodigy ranked four hundredth on the Thousand Pride List, far stronger than Yin Tianchou, and Lin Feng could not even block a single hit.

At this moment, Lin Feng’s body is already covered in ice, his clothes as stiff as iron, and layers of frost have also formed on his head and eyebrows.