Chapter 8: Magic Hour
"Six... six... six... six... six Revolutions!?!?!"
"What kind of joke is this?!?!"
"How is this possible?!?!"
"It must be fake..."
"Isn't he an orphan?!"
"Your mom's orphan ate your family's food? Calling him an orphan with every other word, is an orphan your dad? Are you an idiot?!"
"No, no, I mean where did he get the money to buy cultivation resources..."
"Shut up."
Jin Feichen's cultivation level burst forth, instantly causing a huge stir at the scene.
Whether it was the highly cultivated Principal or the well-informed Awakening Official, they were all deeply shocked at this moment.
Only Hu Zhu remained calm, looking at Jin Feichen on the stage with a face full of relief, and said meaningfully, "You are already a mature Dragon King... It's not in vain that I paid attention to my words at all times. Next, enjoy the pleasure brought by this display of power and face-slapping, kekekeke."
On the stage, Jin Feichen's white clothes fluttered in the wind, his dark hair swayed, and the faint smile on his lips, coupled with his elegant posture, seemed to be saying: This performance has just begun, please feel free to shout.
Clang!
The Mofu Spear fell to the ground, making a clear sound, breaking the silence first.
Zhao Ming's lips trembled, this sudden change made him freeze in place, his mind only a blank. He couldn't believe everything in front of him, his eyes were panicked, difficult to focus, and the strong disbelief was almost solidifying.
"This... how is this possible."
"Really, if you didn't say it, I would have almost forgotten that I am a 'Chen' Realm six-revolution."
Jin Feichen skillfully flipped a card with his fingers, and spoke faintly, "I almost fooled myself."
"How can you be six-revolution... How is this possible, how is this possible!!!"
Zhao Ming roared hoarsely, almost collapsing. Since he was a child, he had suffered so much, endured so much training, honed his body day after day, and accepted all the precious resources from his family, only then did he have the current 'Chen' Realm four-revolution.
But why, why can an orphan who only knows how to sleep all day, why can an orphan with no background be six-revolution, why!!!
"Why are you!!!"
Listening to Zhao Ming's deafening roar, Jin Feichen's face was expressionless, "You're already breaking down? Isn't that a bit too fragile."
Regarding Zhao Ming's question, others were also extremely curious. You know, Awakening a Heavenly Object can only bring a small amount of Spiritual Energy, at most it can break through one revolution, it is impossible for a person with no Spiritual Energy to directly climb to the 'Chen' Realm six-revolution, this matter is a fantasy.
Hearing Jin Feichen's answer, Zhao Ming didn't question further. He staggered a step, his hand empty, and the Heavenly Object Mofu Spear returned to his hand.
"You're not the only one with trump cards!"
Suddenly, Zhao Ming's crimson eyes became extremely ruthless. He raised his long spear, veins bulging on his arm, and stomped heavily on the ground.
Strands of pale yellow Spiritual Energy coiled around his body and the long spear, only to hear a sudden roar: "Shadow Spear!"
Then, the spear came out like a dragon!
He moved, and yet he seemed not to have moved. Only a pale yellow phantom was seen flying out of Zhao Ming's body, maintaining his posture of holding the spear, and instantly, instantly rushed out.
This scene was too sudden, no one reacted. By the time everyone came back to their senses, the pale yellow phantom had already swept past Jin Feichen's figure.
"Fengtian Jíwǔ?!"
"Yellow-grade high-level Martial Arts—Shadow Spear!"
"Zhao Ming actually learned Martial Arts!!"
"No! Look at Jin Feichen's chest!"
Everyone looked in the direction of the voice, and then their pupils shrank.
His chest had a bloody hole..."
Even the Principal in the distance was shocked when he saw this, but just as he was about to make a move to rescue him, his body suddenly paused. Looking at Jin Feichen's red chest, he narrowed his eyes and looked carefully, "Is that... flower petals?"
Another astonishing scene occurred on the stage.
Bang—
Only the familiar sound of an explosion was heard, and Jin Feichen exploded!
Just like the initial long spear, he turned into a sky full of a flower sea.
While everyone was confused, a voice, neither hurried nor slow, sounded from the petals.
"I said, compared to the Final Sequence Garden, I prefer to call it 'Magic Hand'."
The petals formed a vortex, and Jin Feichen's intact body slowly emerged from it. He spread his arms, his beautiful eyes filled with a smile, just like a performer who had completed a century-long magic show.
"Die for me!!!"
Zhao Ming, who had been hit again, was completely on the verge of collapse. He mustered all his strength and threw the long spear. The long spear was like an arrow leaving the bowstring, piercing through Jin Feichen again, but inside his chest, there were only pieces of flower petals.
"What is this again!!!"
Zhao Ming shouted in collapse, he felt that everything in front of him was fake.
"Zhao Ming."
Suddenly, Jin Feichen appeared behind him, calling out to him softly.
Zhao Ming turned his head abruptly, before he could even speak.
Jin Feichen acted first. He raised one hand, and then his two fingers quickly extended. A card different from before, with a mysterious pattern, quietly appeared between his two fingers.
The next moment, he heard him speak softly, "Magic Hour."
The card lit up, and a familiar pale yellow figure flew out, spear light sharp, piercing through everything!
Pfft—!!
Whoosh—
Zhao Ming spat out a mouthful of blood with a whoosh. He looked at the pale yellow figure and the familiar long spear in front of him in disbelief.
"This is... Shadow Spear... How could you... This must be fake..."
This was exactly the Shadow Spear he had just used, and even the Shadow was him!!
The pale yellow Spiritual Energy slowly dissipated, Jin Feichen walked towards Zhao Ming, who was kneeling on the ground, with one hand in his pocket, fiddling with the card with the other.
"True and false, real and illusory, isn't this magic?"
"You, how did you do it... This Shadow Spear is the secret skill of my Zhao Family, you can't—"
The sound stopped abruptly, Jin Feichen brushed past him, the card in his hand was stained with blood at some point, dripping down.
Zhao Ming touched the bloodstain on his throat, and finally fell down unwillingly. He had a thousand words, but no words to say...
This duel ended in an unexpected way.
"You've wasted too much of my time, and I'm basically proficient in all my abilities. Goodbye, witness of my magic."
Jin Feichen walked to the edge of the Dead Pool, quietly accepting the washing of the rain.
After an unknown amount of time, until Zhao Ming's blood pool spread, the crowd below finally realized that someone had died!
