After more than ten years on the mountain, you will become invincible when you come down.

"Fight back, counterattack quickly..." the second elder said anxiously.

"Hahaha...Second Elder, Fan Jian's Thunderbolt Fist has formed an offensive. Not everyone can dodge it. I think Zheng Qian will be beaten down soon..." The Third Elder said excitedly.

The second elder's face was ugly. Of course he could see it, but he was unwilling to give in. However, he had not yet failed, and there was still a possibility of counterattack...

"This idiot has disappointed me so much!" the second elder said angrily.

At this moment, Fan Jian's punch hit Zheng Qian directly in the head.

There was a "bang..." sound.

Zheng Qian was knocked to the ground directly, his head was buzzing, his eyes were filled with stars, and blood was flowing from his head...

Fan Jian did not stop because of this, and kicked Zheng Qian's waist who was lying on the ground, trying to kick him off the ring...

"The winner will be determined soon..." the third elder said excitedly.

At this time, he had already seen the Mahayana Pill and the Resurrection Grass, waving to him...

At the critical moment, Zheng Qian rolled around like a lazy donkey and avoided Fan Jian's kick.

Then, with lightning speed, he reached out and grabbed Fan Jian's foot and pulled hard.

Fan Jian lost his center of gravity and fell forward. Zheng Qian took the opportunity to jump up and hit Fan Jian's stomach with his knee.

Fan Jian was in pain and let out a scream.

Zheng Qian did not give the opponent a chance to breathe, and punched Fan Jian continuously, hitting Fan Jian's face and chest.

Fan Jian was beaten back and forth, and finally fell to the ground. The ribs on his chest collapsed and he was seriously injured...

Fan Jian, who was seriously injured, could no longer fight back. Seeing that Zheng Qian's huge fist was about to come down again, he quickly gave up.

"I give up, I give up..." Fan Jian said weakly.

Fan Jian surrendered, and Zheng Qian stopped what he was doing, with the joy of victory showing on his face...

"I won, I won, and the position of the Holy Son is mine!" Zheng Qian said excitedly.

There was an uproar in the arena. No one expected that Zheng Qian could reverse the situation at such a disadvantage.

"Sigh... Fan Jian obviously had the advantage all along, but he lost in the end. It's a pity..."

"Then what can you do? Everything is changing in the arena and anything can happen. The winner is the one who laughs in the end..."

"It seems that the position of the Holy Son belongs to none other than Zheng Qian. Zheng Qian is at the peak of his divine transformation and Lu Feng is at the early stage of his transformation. There is such a big gap. How can we fight?"

"Don't forget, Lu Feng defeated Shi Qingyu, who was also at the peak of becoming a god. It's not impossible to defeat Zheng Qian..."

Everyone was silent. So, is it possible for Lu Feng to win the position of Holy Son?

A smile finally appeared on the second elder's face. He looked at the third elder proudly, as if to say: "You see, I said Zheng Qian will not lose!"

The third elder's face was gloomy. Seeing the victory, he actually lost at the last moment?

The key point is that Fan Jian still admits defeat and doesn't even persist a little longer...

"Trash!" the third elder cursed angrily.

"Hahaha... bring me my immortal rope and resurrecting grass..." the second elder laughed.

He was in a very good mood at this time. His disciple was going to become the Holy Son and he had won two treasures. Today was simply a good day...

"Second Elder, are you happy too early? There is still another competition..." Elder Hong said.

"Haha... Lu Feng is just lucky, and he has reached the finals. Do you think that with his strength, he will be Zheng Qian's opponent? Don't have such wishful thinking..." The second elder sneered.

"That's not necessarily the case. Sometimes luck is also a kind of strength..." Elder Hong said with a faint smile.

"It's ridiculous. Treat luck as a kind of strength. Don't know how you will die when the time comes... Boy, I advise you to admit defeat early and don't go up and embarrass yourself..." the second elder said sarcastically.

"Sorry, I have to decide on the Resurrection Grass. How about you persuade your disciple Zheng Qian to surrender? If you surrender, you will lose half the money. Think about it carefully..." Lu Feng said.

"Hmph! Since you are willing to seek death, I won't stop you. Don't regret it then!" the second elder snorted coldly.

Lu Feng ignored him and jumped directly onto the ring...

"Lu Feng, the position of the Holy Son belongs to me. If you know better, you should surrender as soon as possible, otherwise, I will kill you..." Zheng Qian said.

"There is no word surrender in my dictionary!" Lu Feng said.

"Seeking death!" Zheng Qian said angrily.

Zheng Qian dodged and rushed towards Lu Feng like a tiger descending a mountain. He used all his strength to win a quick victory.

However, Lu Feng remained calm and dodged Zheng Qian's attack.

Immediately afterwards, Lu Feng flew up with a kick and hit Zheng Qian in the abdomen.

Zheng Qian groaned and took a few steps back. But he did not give up, adjusted his posture and pounced on Lu Feng again.

Lu Feng raised the corner of his mouth slightly, easily avoiding Zheng Qian's attack, and at the same time struck back.

Under Zheng Qian's fierce attack, Lu Feng kept dodging, and every time he was just right...

After dozens of moves, Zheng Qian was starting to show signs of fatigue, while Lu Feng was still calm and composed.

The people watching the battle were amazed at Lu Feng's strength, and the second elder's expression became solemn.

"Lu Feng's movement skills are truly incredible. He dodges just right every time..."

"Zheng Qian has been led by Lu Feng, and he has consumed a huge amount of energy, but Lu Feng still acts like a normal person. Zheng Qian's situation is probably a bit suspense..."

"But Lu Feng has been avoiding like this. I don't know how good his attack ability is. After all, avoiding is not a long-term solution..."

"Ninth Junior Brother, come on, defeat Zheng Qian!" Feng Ling and others cheered for Lu Feng.

Lu Feng grabbed a flaw in Zheng Qian's body and pushed out with a sudden palm, hitting Zheng Qian's chest.

Zheng Qian spat out a mouthful of blood, flew backwards, and fell heavily to the ground.

Zheng Qian's entire chest was marked by a deeply sunken palm. All the ribs on his chest were broken by this palm, and his internal organs were injured...

He struggled to stand up, but eventually fell down.

"Zheng Qian, you lose." Lu Feng said calmly.

Zheng Qian felt very unwilling. He didn't even understand why he lost at the hands of Lu Feng...

He didn't want to admit defeat. As long as he won this battle, he would be able to win the position of the Holy Son...