"Mifang, too conservative!" Hua Tang, who was in the crowd, frowned.
Of course, he was perfectly disguised, blending in with the audience of over ten thousand without attracting attention.
He had been watching the battle, knowing that Mifang’s conservative tactics caused him to miss quite a few opportunities.
"This guy Mifang, is too afraid of Long Fu’s trump card."
"This makes him choose such defensive tactics, and in actual combat, his fighting spirit is naturally repressed too much."
"The impact of this mindset is too great, he hasn’t posed a threat that matches his own strength!"
"Wake up quickly."
As if he heard Hua Tang’s call, Mifang licked his dry lips, and the thought of counterattack welled up from his heart.
At this moment, Mifang was covered with heavy armor, with inner armor and soft armor underneath.
His appearance was completely covered by a cavalry-style metal mask, making his expression impossible to see from the outside.
But just when he was about to make a move, the Dragon-man youth suddenly sensed: "Oh? Is he planning to counterattack?"
Mifang had prepared extremely well, and in the previous encounter, the Dragon-man youth did not exhibit the pressure of a [Weapon Master] level. Mifang having such an intention to fight back was entirely natural.
The Dragon-man youth suddenly stopped his offensive, taking a slight step back.
This abrupt move immediately attracted everyone’s attention on site.
In the next moment, the actions of the Dragon-man youth surprised everyone even more.
He directly discarded the Offensive Chameleon, the Golden Flower Steel Saw on his back, and several Alchemy Crossbows hanging at his waist!
The Dragon-man youth puffed out his chest, and roared, "Mifang!"
"What are you doing?"
"The opponent I am expecting is absolutely not like what you are now."
"Where is your courage? Your current performance is too ugly, it can’t compare to your former battle style at all."
"Don’t be afraid anymore."
"Look, I now have thrown away all my weapons, next I will only use my fists and feet."
"If you keep this up, you’re only worthy of me using fists and feet!"
Mifang was stunned: "Long Fu... what is he doing?!"
The impulse he had just wanted for a counterattack disappeared in an instant.
After all, the Dragon-man youth’s move was too bizarre and incredible. Who would voluntarily abandon their advantage in a crucial duel?
Even Hua Tang frowned for a moment, feeling puzzled.
"No, this must be his conspiracy!" Mifang got nervous again, his eyes full of caution, "He’s a sinister and vicious guy, he must have some other motive."
"Does he want to lure me into attacking actively, causing a flaw in my defense?"
"Yes, that should be it!"
"I have strong defense, which is hard for him to breach. If he uses that offensive trump card, the price of exposure might be too high."
"I can’t fall for it!"
"Just continue to defend like this, and never give the enemy a chance."
Next, the Dragon-man youth indeed did as he declared, abandoned his weapons, and attacked with his fists and feet.
Without weapons, his punches and kicks were weaker.
But this weakness made Mifang more vigilant, almost certain that this was the Dragon-man youth’s ploy to lure him.
Mifang put all his energy into defense, rarely moving, making himself as firm as a military fortress.
In such a confrontation, the audience’s attitude changed visibly.
"Long Fu is really up front."
"To give up weapons actively and only use weaker fists and feet. It looks silly, but I like him more for it."
"Yes, he’s indeed weaker than Mifang, and challenges the strong with the weak in this battle, but he craves an exhilarating fight."
"Exactly! Although he’s an outsider, he possesses a strong dueling spirit. He doesn’t want to fight an ugly duel at all, nor does he have many scruples about his interest, unlike Mifang... sigh!"
"Mifang changed his fighting style, holding his position since the fight began, never seen him countering like he used to. He’s too obsessed with the interests of Magic Potions for Mounts, is this really him?"
"Perhaps the Jingxiang family put too much pressure on him?"
"Speaking of which, the interest of Magic Potions for Mounts is indeed huge!"
The audience expressed their opinions.
They were just outsiders, not knowing the truth, only guessing and analyzing based on surface clues.
Hua Tang listened to the discussions around him, a chill gradually rising in his heart. A very bad idea emerged in his mind: "Could it be that all this was deliberately caused by Long Fu?"
"Is he creating a larger reputation for himself by deliberately showing weakness?"
Hua Tang, being a native of the Ice Sculpture Nation, knew very well that such behavior by Long Fu was extremely heroic and deeply popular!
"No, it’s not certain yet."
"Long Fu is more likely luring the enemy, Mifang’s choice of defense is the most secure."
Hua Tang wasn’t certain enough to speak up.
The Dragon-man youth, however, continued his training.
Combat Skill - Dragon Claw Strike.
He spread his Dragon Claws, swinging them constantly. Each swing produced four golden claw marks.
The claw marks shot through the air, hitting Mifang’s raised shield, bursting into countless golden light fragments. The strong impact force repeatedly compressed Mifang’s shield backward.
Combat Skill - Dragon Wings.
The Dragon-man youth’s Golden Fighting Spirit formed on his back, making it look like he had grown a pair of Dragon Wings.
He flapped his wings from behind and easily flew up.
He hovered and soared in the air, revolving around Mifang on the ground, relentlessly bombarding him, unleashing brand-new long-range attack Combat Skills.
These combat skills were new picks for him.
From Mei Lan God’s fighter experience, he lacked Dragon-man form material. Moreover, he had only practiced it a bit before, barely scratching the surface.
So when he used these combat skills, it was visibly awkward.
However, as time passed, his proficiency in the new combat skills quickly increased and soon became quite skillful.
Over ten thousand audience members watched this scene, feeling somewhat speechless.
"I was really looking forward to this duel, couldn’t sleep well due to excitement yesterday. But didn’t expect the actual combat to be so dull. Long Fu treats this as a training ground!"
"It’s mainly Mifang, sigh, I had high hopes for him before, but his current performance is really disappointing. Long Fu uses him to practice combat skills, yet he doesn’t counterattack. Is he really an experienced duelist? Is he really Long Fu’s senior?"
"Speaking of which, Long Fu’s speed in mastering new combat skills is quite fast?"
"No, it’s very fast! If I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes, I could hardly imagine, in this world, there could be someone mastering new combat skills proficiently in such a short time, not just one!"
"Long Fu possesses a highly strong combat talent! He has cast so many Beneficial Magic Spells, must be Holy Domain Level bloodline. Now learning so quickly, it’s definitely due to the bloodline too."
"If he continues practicing like this, his strength will keep increasing."
"Alas, is Mifang just going to watch his opponent grow stronger like this? It’s so unwise."
The audience feels deep regret for Mifang, disappointment mixed with frustration, while many others are increasingly favoring Long Fu.
This is precisely one of the goals the Dragon-man youth wants to achieve.
Previously, he deliberately didn’t practice new combat skills, all to create an image of a genius in front of the public.
This persona will be very useful, especially since he just advanced to Golden Level. Without the genius persona, how could he quickly progress and have formidable combat power to ultimately secure victory?
Mifang naturally felt the change in the audience’s attitude too.
He was very angry.
The Dragon-man youth’s actions clearly put Mifang beneath him, making him seem insignificant, thus highlighting Long Fu’s heroic spirit and talents!
"This is an open strategy."
"He’s forcing me to take action, forcing me to launch an attack!"
"For this reason, he specifically presents a facade of ’just practiced new combat skills, but because he’s a genius, he can quickly and astonishingly improve.’
Mifang was so angry he could spit blood.
He felt that Long Fu was too good at acting, too good at pretending. Fooling the masses while oppressing me!
"No, all this is his scheme."
"I must not lose my composure and fall into his trap!"
"Since I’ve already lost face, I must carry out my current strategy to the end."
"He’s practicing the Blast Fighting Spirit skill, which is notoriously short-lasting."
"He is attacking with full force, while I am defending with full force. Abandoning weapons is actually quite irrational. Using fists and feet makes him expend even more fighting energy!"
"His consumption is greater than mine, so I am actually occupying an advantage in terms of consumption. This advantage will grow over time."
"When the consumption between us reaches a transformative point, then attacking will be the wisest choice."
"Even if he has some powerful attack method that can one-challenge-three, it absolutely requires more fighting energy."
"When his energy consumption reaches a certain level, that attack method will be hard to execute."
"At that time, I’ll counterattack and achieve the final victory!"
"As long as I am the final victor, the dignity lost in this duel will all be regained. The public will thoroughly understand that I am the right one, that I am the clearest-headed!"
The continuous humiliation from the Dragon-man youth did not anger Mifang into losing his rationality; instead, it gathered his fighting spirit, making him ever firmer.
Mifang is not just an ordinary Golden Level fighter, his personal struggle, though assisted by many external resources, was all his proactive choice.
He’s shrewd; his vision is unique. Even facing a strong opponent like Long Fu, he has already seen the path to victory!
However, his mentality always remained within the calculations of the Dragon-man youth.
"The time is about right," thought the Dragon-man youth.
Suddenly, he halted mid-air, freely hovering with his Dragon Wings.
"Mifang, since you choose to hide away, then taste my combat skill well!" said the Dragon-man youth, raising both arms high.
He stretched his arms straight, his claws extended above his head, completely open.
Surging Golden Fighting Spirit gushed out, quickly forming a massive sphere atop his head.
Initially, the fighting energy sphere was only a small mass, but after a few breaths, it swelled to the size of a washbasin. Then, it continued to absorb the Dragon-man youth’s fighting spirit, rapidly expanding into a sphere over a meter in diameter.
"That’s a Qi Bomb," the audience quickly recognized the combat skill used by the Dragon-man youth.
Combat skill [Qi Bomb] is a very classic move. Fighters have developed many models of combat skills based on it, spreading it widely. Therefore, even ordinary people know about it.
"Long Fu uses Blast Fighting Spirit, so the Qi Bomb he formed should be [Qi Bomb·Blast]. This time it’s going to explode harshly."
"The essence of [Qi Bomb] lies in its ability to simultaneously accommodate a large amount of varied energy. Long Fu doesn’t have the means to coordinate different types of energy. He specializes in fighting energy; if he also practiced spells or divine arts, adding his mana, divine power would at least double the effect!"
"In fact, this fighting energy isn’t suitable for him, but he should have just practiced it. Watching his speed at gathering fighting energy shows he is a novice."
"Mifang won’t continue hiding, right? He needs to interfere with Long Fu, striving to stop the consolidation of the Qi Bomb."
Mifang decisively took action.
If Long Fu continues accumulating, the power of the Qi Bomb will grow stronger, far exceeding Long Fu’s regular attack power.
Mifang used a total of three alchemy tools, effectively disturbing.
The Dragon-man youth dodged left and right; eventually, he chose to take a hit rather than give up consolidating the Qi Bomb.
Mifang didn’t stop his actions, continuing long-distance interference, increasing the intensity of interference.
The Dragon-man youth shouted loudly, unexpectedly plunging one claw into the Qi Bomb, then pulling it down with one arm directly diving down.
Audience: ?!!
Mifang: !!!
Due to the strong explosion power of the Qi Bomb, fighters usually throw it from a distance after casting.
This is like a bomb.
Who would pull a bomb to go into battle? It’s like self-destruction.
"Long Fu... is he so courageous?"
"The Qi Bomb diameter has reached 2 meters, and it’s Blast Fighting Spirit. If this explodes, Long Fu will be crippled if not dead!"
"He must have something to rely on."
"Damn, can’t evade it now!" Mifang became urgent, desperately trying to dodge, but time and space didn’t allow it.
Boom!!!
In the violent explosion, the Dragon-man youth forged forward.
Mifang’s shield was blasted off one, and the other was nearly blown out of his hands, exposing his torso.
As the smoke gradually dispersed, the audience instinctively stood up.
Afterward, the entire audience saw the following scene—
The Dragon-man youth bathed in blood, dragon scales shattered, revealing scorched flesh beneath.
His left arm gripping the Qi Bomb hung limply, the forearm almost charcoal, fingers blown off.
Yet his right arm was raised high, right claw gripping Mifang’s throat, tightly squeezing.
Mifang’s face turned purple, trying to struggle but could not muster any resistance.
Under a strong will to survive, Mifang endured the dizziness, struggling to whisper, "I, I admit defeat..."
Seeing he was about to be strangled by the Dragon-man youth, the latter suddenly released his Dragon Claw.
Mifang fell to the ground simultaneously and passed out.
The Dragon-man youth raised his right arm high, clenched his fist fiercely, facing over ten thousand audiences, letting out a fierce roar.
After silence, the whole place erupted in deafening cheers.