Chapter Seventy-Nine: Thunderstruck—Consecutive Strikes! The Finale Draws to a Close!

Under the gaze of thousands, the silver streak, like lightning, rushed headlong toward the brilliant golden beam, colliding fiercely without hesitation.

"Boom!"

Thunderous explosions echoed as dazzling light erupted at the point of impact, bursting forth like fireworks.

The radiant brilliance expanded in an instant, illuminating the entire sports plaza, dazzling every spectator present and blinding their eyes.

A violent gale swept across the plaza, roaring and surging like waves within the arena, eliciting cries of astonishment from the audience.

In midair, Cheng Feng charged forward, his Thunder Blade cleaving down upon the light cannon, unleashing the full force of "Thunder Flash," accelerating and pushing through the overwhelming energy shock.

Lightning danced along the blade of the Spirit Knife, its glow intensifying as Cheng Feng let out a powerful shout, the immense force of his cut splitting the broad beam of spiritual energy in two.

The divided energy beams fell to either side of Cheng Feng, crashing down onto the stage below, their savage power smashing into the arena.

"Bang! Bang!"

The vast stage fractured under the onslaught, the tiled floor shattering, sending countless fragments flying. Within seconds, the entire arena exploded apart.

"My heavens!"

The host fled in terror, afraid to be caught in the aftermath of the explosion.

With the blinding light and howling winds, the spectators on the stands could not open their eyes to see the stage; all they could hear were the roaring winds and explosions.

Liu Shiyu, not an ordinary person, could see clearly, her heart in her throat for Cheng Feng: "Did he withstand it?"

The momentum had not yet faded; Cheng Feng struggled forward in midair, gripping Thunder Blade tightly to resist the impact of the light cannon.

The destructive power of the golden beam burned away Cheng Feng's shirt, the intense heat scorching and vaporizing his skin, exposing flesh and bone beneath.

Enduring unimaginable pain, Cheng Feng clenched his teeth and bore it.

Soon, white smoke rose from his exposed flesh and bones as the healing power of his bloodline activated, restoring his injuries at a visible rate.

"It's useless, the championship is mine... You're just wasting your strength!"

High above, Wang Yuming continued to channel energy, his expression darkening as Cheng Feng chose to confront him head-on.

"Dustfall Waltz" was Wang Yuming's most powerful move; he knew its destructive force better than anyone.

Any opponent of equal strength who dared to face it directly would surely die.

Even with Cheng Feng's vampiric resilience and extraordinary healing, if he continued to resist the raging beam head-on, he could be vaporized entirely.

Yet Cheng Feng, having chosen to confront it, showed no hesitation.

He could endure only a few seconds with "Thunder Flash"; once the power of lightning waned, his situation would become dire, and the cannon could obliterate him completely.

"Thunder Flash—Double Strike!!"

Cheng Feng murmured, and the faint white lightning flared again across his body as he launched a second charge, pressing onward through the split, terrifying light cannon.

Spirit Knife Thunder Blade led the way as he charged toward Wang Yuming, the source of energy.

This was Cheng Feng's tactic in a desperate situation.

The power and range of Wang Yuming's beam left no place to hide on the stage; only head-on confrontation was possible.

If facing it directly, he had to use his strongest move and attack proactively.

One Thunder Flash was not enough—then use two!

"Thunder Flash" was a skill of both speed and strength; using it twice in succession was already the limit of Cheng Feng's body.

Now, what he feared most was happening.

Even with two consecutive Thunder Flashes, he could not break through the raging cannon and reach Wang Yuming.

Twenty meters remained!

Within the blinding golden light, Wang Yuming watched Cheng Feng below with a grave gaze, increasing his energy output, determined to blast him down in one go.

The limit was near...

No...

He could not lose...

Cheng Feng gritted his teeth, veins bulging, ignoring whether his body could withstand it, determined to surpass his limits!

"Thunder Flash—Triple Strike!!!"

With adrenaline surging, Cheng Feng launched a third charge, lightning crackling across the Spirit Knife, capillaries rupturing and blood bursting from his body.

Another ten meters forward!

"What?" Wang Yuming's face showed tension. "You're insane—your body can't handle it!"

"Not enough..."

Cheng Feng's eyes were resolute, his body soaked in blood, his bones starting to fracture under the strain.

He drew a deep breath, a crimson glow igniting in his silver eyes, a flash of madness and fierceness. The bloodline power left by Elina surged within him, granting him even greater strength.

All or nothing!

"Quadruple Strike!!!"

Thunder flashed brighter than ever around Cheng Feng as he launched a fourth charge, scalding blood spraying from his wounds, his organs shattering rapidly.

He became a blazing white bolt of lightning, crashing forward, Thunder Blade leading through the split beam toward Wang Yuming.

Wang Yuming's pupils contracted. "Impossible!"

"You've lost!"

"Boom!"

A surge of intense light flashed across the sky above the sports plaza!

Over ten seconds later, the light illuminating the entire plaza gradually faded, and the chaotic winds slowly died down...

On the stands, the thirty thousand spectators finally opened their eyes to see the aftermath below—and all at once, forgot to breathe.

Silence!

A silence as deep as death!

Beneath the dense clouds of dust, the vast stage built from countless bricks and stones had vanished in the explosion, leaving only a wasteland of rubble.

The battle between these two contestants...

Truly terrifying!

Looking at the devastation below, many gasped, contributing a bit more to global warming.

Liu Shiyu frowned in thought.

Cheng Yizheng covered her eyes, trembling. As a young girl, she had never witnessed such shocking scenes, and dared not look, fearing to see Cheng Feng injured.

After a while, she dared to part her fingers slightly, peeking through the gaps to glimpse the ruins below.

"The finals... have concluded."

In the VIP section, Vice President Su Ting gazed at the dust-filled, ravaged wasteland, her feelings complicated.

Looking at the two blood-soaked figures lying amidst the ruins, the President remarked in awe, "What a spectacular scene. Wang Yuming and Cheng Feng are absolutely the geniuses of the younger generation in our association—both are exceptional talents..."

Chu Xinghe furrowed his brow, thinking: ‘There was a vampire aura...’

"The outcome is decided. Xinghe, you must have seen the battle clearly just now," the President asked. "At the final moment, which of them landed first?"

Chu Xinghe was silent for a moment, then slowly replied, "It was..."

ps: Thanks to 1498... for the reward.