Inside the arena,the boiling atmosphere almost tore the air apart.The afterglow of Ling Hao's just-concluded battle victory was still spreading,and the aura of the God of War on the ring had yet to fully subside.However,at this moment,the gazes of the entire audience had all turned to the gate on the other side,everyone holding their breath in anticipation of the appearance of the legendary other genius,Lan Feng Che.
Lan Feng Che,the eldest son of the Lan Family,this name was known to almost no one in the empire.Not only was he the future heir of the Lan Family,he was also one of the representatives of the new generation of war gods.His background as well as his outstanding talent had caused him to receive a lot of attention since he was a child.However,Lan Feng Che's character was very different from Ling Hao.Ling Hao is like a sharp blade,cold,ruthless,and straightforward;while Lan Feng Che is light-hearted,with his uninhibited and lazy attitude,as if the battle is just a game for him,not worth caring about too much at all.
Just as the audience's anticipation reached its peak,the doors of the arena slowly opened,and in the shadows,a slender figure leisurely stepped out.The light poured over his body,and his every movement appeared calm and elegant.Lan Fengchu's aura was like a fresh breeze brushing through the hearts of people,instantly suppressing the clamor of the entire arena,as if the air had become stagnant with his appearance.In that instant,everyone's eyes were focused on him,and no one made any more noise,as if they were afraid of disturbing this legend's appearance.
Lan Feng Che,his eyebrows were handsome and extraordinary,his long hair was loosely tied into a braid at the back of his head,swinging gently with his steps,his black hair glowing with a faint luster under the light.There was a natural spontaneity between his brows,his eyes slightly half narrowed with that usual lethargy.He was not in a hurry to get on the field,but instead slowly moved forward as if on an excursion.Each of his steps was extremely light,as if he did not belong to this noisy arena,but rather came from a world of a higher dimension.
The black and silver robe he wore was simple yet full of power,the black background symbolizing the deep heritage of the Lan Family,and the silver lines flowing like cloud streams on the robe as if it were an ethereal cloud mountain pattern.This robe was not only a symbol of the Lan Family's heritage,but also a symbol of power.Those spectators all knew that the Lan Family's fighting style was as unpredictable as clouds,soft with strength,and light with killing opportunities.And at this moment,Lan Fengchu's appearance was the perfect embodiment of this combination of ethereality and power.
"Sorry,I'm late."The corners of Lan Feng Che's mouth rose lightly,still maintaining his lazy tone,as if everything was under control.His voice was low but extremely penetrating,with a faint magnetism that echoed in every corner of the room.His gaze swept over Ling Hao without haste,with a hint of playfulness and teasing,"Looks like I've kept you waiting."
At the sound of these words,the atmosphere of the entire arena instantly froze.Everyone held their breath,as if they were afraid of missing any subtle interaction between these two peak geniuses.Lan Feng Che's voice was low and confident,carrying a natural kingly demeanor,as if everything in front of him was nothing more than a chess game in his palm.On the other hand,Ling Hao,who stood in the center of the ring,had eyes as cold as swords,obviously not caring about Lan Feng Che's lazy attitude,and even carrying a hint of contempt.
Ling Hao didn't respond to Lan Feng Che's flirtation,his body slightly leaned forward,gripping the Heaven Eclipse in his hand,already ready for battle.The entire upper part of the ring seemed to be faintly flickering with Ling Hao's icy killing intent,while Lan Feng Che was still standing at the edge of the ring,without a trace of an urgent expression,instead,he was gently shaking the special fan in his hand.
It was an extremely delicate silver-white fan,the bones of the fan were like jade,carved with complex and ancient patterns.The surface of the fan was as thin as a cicada's wing,and in his hands it gently trembled with the breeze,bringing up gusts of clear air.However,anyone who understood Lan Fengchu knew that this fan was not a simple ornament,but was the Lan Family's inherited treasure,the"Cloud Vortex Fan".Legend had it that this fan contained the Lan Family's thousand year old energy secret technique,and through the guidance of spiritual power,it was capable of releasing a powerful storm that would destroy the enemy's will.
Lan Fengchu gently fanned the fan in his hand,looking at Ling Hao with a smile,as if the opponent in front of him was nothing more than an uninteresting challenge waiting to be dispatched by him.His voice sounded again with a hint of flirtation,"What's the hurry?The real excitement has just begun."
Lan Fengchu's tone was still lazy,his eyes revealing careless confidence,as if he was the one in control of the battlefield,while Ling Hao was nothing more than a pawn in his hands.However,this kind of bland attitude was precisely where Lan Feng Che's greatest charm lay.He was never anxious about the battle,and never worried about winning or losing,because he knew that the person who truly controlled the situation was always himself.
In fact,Lan Feng Che had enough reasons to maintain this confidence.As the eldest son of the Lan Family,Lan Feng Che had grown up under the empire's top-notch education and training since he was a child.His father,Lan Feng Xiao,was a high-ranking general in the Empire's military department,and the Lan Family had produced countless strong men for the Empire throughout the generations.As for Lan Fengchu,he was the most outstanding heir of the Lan Family.Not only was he gifted with outstanding combat skills and mental power control,he also displayed extraordinary talent in strategy and tactics.
The title of"Master Tactician"was not an empty claim.No matter how powerful the opponent was,Lan Fengchu could always see the battle situation in the most elegant way,grasp the opponent's weaknesses,and firmly control the situation in the battle.Not only did he have amazing combat strength,he also possessed a keen insight into the battlefield;he never rushed to strike,but rather waited for the right moment to achieve victory in the most unexpected way.
Today's battle was clearly the most anticipated summit match of the entire arena audience.One was Ling Hao,who was ruthless and viewed combat as survival,while the other was Lan Feng Che,who was unrestrained and viewed combat as art.Both of them have very different styles,but both of them represent the peak of the new generation of power in the empire.This duel would determine who was the son of the God of Battle and who was the true master of the empire's future.
Around the ring,the huge holographic screen had already labeled the two men's names,the light flickered,and the arena was filled with the eager anticipation of countless spectators.Everyone was talking about the strengths and styles of the two geniuses,guessing the winner of the battle.However,whether it was the spectators who supported Ling Hao or those who favored Lan Fengchu,all of them kept a rare silence at this moment.Because they knew that every moment that happened next could become a legendary moment in the history of the empire.
Lan Feng Che finally stopped stopping,and with a gentle leap,as if he was stepping on air,he easily ascended the ring.His movements were graceful and calm,as if he wasn't heading towards a duel,but rather attending an elegant ball.Standing in front of Ling Hao,Lan Feng Che still maintained that careless demeanor.He gently raised the fan in his hand,the surface of the fan drawing a graceful arc in the air,and the silver-colored light flickered slightly as he moved,as if he was drawing a breeze in the air.
"Ling Hao,are you ready?"Lan Feng Che asked lazily,his tone carrying flirtation and contempt,as if the Ling Hao in front of him was nothing more than a pawn in his hands,and this battle was nothing more than a game in his life.
Ling Hao's eyes instantly went cold,and his hand had long since gripped that legendary sharp weapon,Sky Eclipse,tightly.The blade flashed under the light with an eerie cold light,seemingly signaling that the next battle would be incomparably fierce.The air in the ring became incomparably heavy,as if every strand of breath had condensed into substance,pressing down on the hearts of the spectators.No one made another sound,everyone held their breath,waiting for that moment to come.
The corners of Lan Fengchu's mouth still hung a teasing smile,and an impeccable confidence flowed from his eyes.His fan was gently closed,and his entire person appeared diffident and relaxed,as if it was all under his control.On the other hand,Ling Hao's body leaned forward slightly,his sharp gaze locking onto Lan Fengchu's body,as if a shocking attack would erupt in the next second.
The two geniuses in the ring confronted each other,and it was as if the focus of the entire universe was centered on them.In the audience,thousands of people stared unblinkingly at the ring,knowing that today's duel was destined to become a never-ending legend in the history of the empire.