Fire God’s Fury

After being forced to retreat, Tian Sheng seized the advantage and relentlessly pressed on. His movements were agile and steady, unleashing a series of spear flowers that forced Lin Yang into a gradual retreat. 

Seeing Lin Yang lose the initiative and fall into a passive state, the entire audience erupted in cheers. Many shouted slogans praising Tianxuan, proclaiming Tian Sheng's invincibility, boosting morale. 

"See, I told you, no matter how good Lin Yang is, he can't beat Tian Sheng! My dad said that Tian Sheng went to the battlefield at the age of thirteen, participating in dozens or even hundreds of battles. The lives he took are not less than a hundred!" Tang Yu triumphantly told Mo Qingkuang. 

Due to his father, Tang Tian, being the grand commander in the palace, Tang Yu had some understanding of Tian Sheng. This was also why he had so much confidence in Tian Sheng. 

Mo Qingkuang didn't respond, his eyes tightly locked onto the scene. Lin Yang was indeed in a disadvantageous situation. This time, the Imperial Academy had chosen a formidable opponent for Lin Yang, with attributes restraining him, a suppression in cultivation, and rich combat experience. 

Tian Sheng was not an opponent that an ordinary fourth-rank martial master could compare to. 

What's more terrifying was that Tian Sheng did not simply intend to crush Lin Yang with his cultivation level. He fully utilized his advantages, forcing Lin Yang into a passive state. At the same time, he maintained a certain distance, not giving Lin Yang any opportunity to counterattack. 

Having lost the initiative, Lin Yang found himself continuously suppressed. 

Would Lin Yang be defeated like this? 

If Mo Fan were to answer, he would tell Mo Qingkuang firmly: No! 

Lin Yang was a chosen one, a protagonist template. Losing on this small stage would be too disgraceful. 

However, the reality was that Lin Yang had already fallen into a dire situation. Tian Sheng's long spear had cornered him, and sharp spear lights occasionally sprayed onto Lin Yang. 

At this moment, Lin Yang gritted his teeth. The sharp and chilling spear lights made him uncomfortable, especially since Tian Sheng's cultivation level was two levels higher, and the attributes countered his own. 

"Lin Yang, don't hide it, or else you'll lose!" The Saint Alchemist expressed some worry. Lin Yang was already at a significant disadvantage, and Tian Sheng's strength far exceeded Lin Yang's expectations. 

Originally, he thought that an ordinary fourth-rank martial master could not contend with him because of his advanced martial skills and divine-grade technique. 

Unfortunately, Tian Sheng not only had a cultivation level two ranks higher than Lin Yang, but his combat experience was also the highest in this tournament. After all, he was a killing machine raised in the midst of slaughter since childhood. 

The Saint Alchemist could see that if Lin Yang continued to evade like this, it would only delay his defeat, with no chance of turning the tide. 

"But that move is reserved for Mo Qingkuang! If I use it now, not only will my body be weakened, but he'll also be prepared." Lin Yang said unwillingly. 

He still had a hidden kill move that he had kept for a long time, a trump card associated with his divine-grade technique, the 'Heavenly Fire Art.' 

This skill had tremendous power, but its consumption was terrifying. He had only recently begun to comprehend it, and if he used it now, he might defeat Tian Sheng with some certainty, but in the next round, he would have little room to display its power. 

The Saint Alchemist sighed and advised, "You have to understand, if you don't use it now, you are likely to lose this match. What's the point of challenging Mo Qingkuang if you lose now?" 

A surge of determination welled up in Lin Yang's heart. Despite casting a sidelong glance, Mo Qingkuang was staring at him as if mocking his impending defeat. 

"No matter what! I can't lose!" Lin Yang roared with determination. 

Intense flames erupted from Lin Yang's body, and the scorching air waves forcefully pushed Tian Sheng back. 

Lin Yang had just escaped from the predicament, seizing a moment to catch his breath. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and cast a cold glance at Mo Qingkuang, revealing two rows of gleaming white teeth. "You wanted to see my abilities, right? Watch carefully!" 

"Is he going to fight like a trapped beast?" The crowd watched Lin Yang, who had just escaped from a difficult situation, with a dishevelled appearance and an irregular breath. He didn't seem to have any means to turn the tide. 

Previously, Tian Sheng's suppression had been highly effective, gaining a significant advantage with the smallest consumption. It could be said that he had the victory within his grasp. 

However, on the stage, Tian Sheng couldn't shake off a vague sense of unease. 

His intuition, developed through years of warfare, told him that the current Lin Yang was extremely dangerous! 

Lin Yang swiftly moved his hands, changing into several hand seals in the blink of an eye. The true qi within his body surged frantically. 

In the sky, fire elements began to gather madly. The temperature around the entire arena rose unnaturally by several degrees. 

Gradually, behind Lin Yang, a red phantom figure appeared, towering several meters high. 

The features of the phantom were indistinct, clad in armour, mirroring Lin Yang's current movements exactly. It was as if Lin Yang had been magnified several times, emanating a powerful pressure that seemed out of place in this world. 

On the high platform in the distance, Zheng Tao, who had been calm, suddenly changed colour, standing up shocked from his recliner. 

He looked towards the arena with shock in his eyes as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing! 

"An omen from the heavens! A Heavenly-ranked martial skill! How could this Lin Yang possess a Heavenly-ranked martial skill?" He murmured to himself. 

"An omen from the heavens! A Heavenly-ranked martial skill? No, I can't let him continue!" Tian Sheng, witnessing this, felt a sinking sensation in his heart. 

He could never have expected that Lin Yang could unleash a Heavenly-ranked martial skill. It seemed grand and imposing; if allowed to be displayed fully, the outcome would be unpredictable! 

Without hesitation, he thrust his spear towards Lin Yang once again, disregarding the risk of getting injured, hoping for a decisive victory with a single strike! 

Lin Yang's hand seals changed rapidly, and the giant hand of the phantom figure behind him transformed accordingly. 

Watching Tian Sheng rushing towards him regardless of everything, Lin Yang sneered, "Come on, I'll let you be the sacrifice for the move I saved for Mo Qingkuang!" 

Lin Yang planted his feet firmly, and his palms pushed out slowly. He shouted, "Fire God's Fury!" 

The phantom figure behind him roared thunderously, and its palms struck out, releasing a vast amount of energy. 

"What? A Heavenly-ranked martial skill!" Han Yan'er stared with bright eyes, an expression of disbelief evident on her face. 

Everyone was stunned by the unexpected show Lin Yang put on. No one had expected that Lin Yang, only a second-rank martial master, could unleash a Heavenly-ranked martial skill! 

Even more shocking was the fact that Lin Yang could possess a Heavenly-ranked martial skill! 

Keep in mind that even the Tianxuan Imperial Family, with a heritage spanning thousands of years, had only a few Heavenly-ranked martial skills. Lin Yang, a second-rank martial master, not only possessed one but had also mastered it! 

Tian Sheng felt a violent pressure suddenly stop his footsteps. The terrifying surge of heat instantly burned his iron spear red-hot, showing signs of softening in an instant. The burning sensation stung his palms. 

Reacting swiftly, he discarded his long spear, activated his entire true qi to envelop his fists, and directly confronted the attack. 

However, Lin Yang's palm erupted like a volcanic eruption, with magma pouring out. The violent energy melted all of Tian Sheng's defences in an instant. 

In the brief moment of contact, the outcome was decided! 

Tian Sheng spewed out a mouthful of blood as he was thrown into the air, crashing heavily to the ground. 

Everyone stared in shock at Tian Sheng. 

His fists, originally enveloped in icy true qi, were burnt into charred lumps. Numerous burns covered his body, and it seemed like he was beyond salvation.

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