Zombie Bodyguard

Ghost took out his weapon, which was surprisingly a short stick, but with a pull and twist of his hands, there were two clicks, and the short stick turned into a long stick, its shaft shimmering with a cold metallic light.

"You think you’re the Great Sage Equalling Heaven just because you have a stick?" Li Wenfeng drew the giant sword from his back, holding it with both hands, and sneered casually.

Ghost’s mouth curled slightly, also sneering, "You’re wrong, this is just a dog-beating stick, meant for beating dogs."

"Hahaha..." An Ancient Martial Artist couldn’t help but burst into laughter, a dog-beating stick—it was indirectly calling Li Wenfeng a dog, wasn’t it?

Li Wenfeng’s eyes fluctuated violently, but his facial expression did not change much, showing his exceptionally deep scheming and remarkable patience. He raised the giant sword, pointing it remotely at Ghost: "Your mouth is as annoying as Lin Tian’s. I hope your skills are as formidable as your words."

After speaking, he no longer opened his mouth but began to circulate the energy within his body, emanating momentum that gradually rose, with the giant sword faintly shining with golden light.

At the moment his momentum peaked, the bell rang just in time, and as the echoes lingered, Li Wenfeng moved, swinging his giant sword like a windmill toward Ghost.

Because the giant sword was glowing with golden light, when swung, it was like a golden light wheel revolving around him, its edges incredibly sharp, glimmering with the light of death, slicing through everything.

"Kill!" Ghost let out a low roar, his previously unperturbed aura suddenly surging with cold-blooded ruthlessness, like a warrior fighting blood-stained battles on the battlefield, never retreating.

Even before the weapons clashed, the auras had already entangled fiercely, causing immense chaos in the arena, with neither of them intending to hold back, both seemingly putting everything on the line.

Ghost swung his stick, countless stick shadows unfolding like a peacock spreading its tail, hiding murderous intent within its splendor, colliding with the golden light wheel.

Boom...

The air exploded, dust flying everywhere, and amidst the swirling dust, two figures were flung backward, then landed simultaneously, both of them blown away by each other’s strength.

Li Wenfeng inherited King Arthur’s strength, his Western martial arts famed for direct confrontation, while Ghost, coming from a warrior background, inherited the relentless advance of the battlefield.

Thus, their first encounter was so ferocious, neither yielding to the other.

Lin Tian watched with a frown, Ghost appeared unscathed on the surface, but Lin Tian noticed a subtle swallowing motion, suggesting he might be swallowing blood.

As proud as he was, even if injured, he would rather swallow the blood than show weakness in front of Li Wenfeng.

Lin Tian sensed Yun Xiaotian’s hand tightening, his palm sweaty; the young lady, although silent, was more nervous than anyone else.

Miss glanced at Lin Tian, her gaze seeming to say that Ghost was at a disadvantage and showing signs of injury, yet seeing Yun Xiaotian’s tense expression, she said nothing.

On the other hand, after the clash, Li Wenfeng’s momentum not only did not decrease but instead rose again, a faint golden light emitting from his body, his expression more manic.

"Who do you hope will win?" Yuwen Xingjian asked his sister, looking at her.

Yuwen Luofei’s expression was calm as she said quietly, "On the arena, victory is determined by strength."

"Sister, you can’t be like this, are you having another disagreement with Li Wenfeng?" Yuwen Xingjian asked with a frown.

Yuwen Luofei nodded, looking very forthright: "It’s not just a disagreement but a clearer understanding of each other."

"Sister, no matter what choice you make, brother will always stand by you. Don’t be afraid, be brave and move forward. Our Yuwen Family members don’t need to look back and forth before acting." Yuwen Xingjian said firmly, after a slight pause, grasping the Sky Halberd in his hand.

Yuwen Luofei raised her head, looking forward with determination: "I know."

On the arena, the two separated fighters did not wait to fully recover, charging forward again, colliding once more. At this moment, Li Wenfeng seemed to have set aside all calculations, while Ghost had no reservations whatsoever.

The golden giant sword and metallic stick intertwined, clashing amidst flying sparks, their sound deafening. This was the most explosive duel since the beginning, all hard confrontations.

Boom...

Another deafening crash, and both their weapons flew out of their hands, far into the audience, leaving them unarmed.

Li Wenfeng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, though his face remained normal, while Ghost also wiped blood from the corner of his mouth but appeared a shade paler.

Even those unfamiliar with Ancient Martial could see the difference now, despite their fierce collision, Ghost had already fallen on the downside.

"Brother Lin, what should we do? My brother seems to be injured." Yun Xiaotian grabbed Lin Tian’s arm with another hand, very tense.

It’s not just a semblance; he’s indeed injured, Lin Tian was very sure, but couldn’t tell the young lady, so he comforted, saying: "Relax, it’s inevitable to get hurt in arena duels. Compared to the battles he’s experienced, this is nothing."

"Xiao Tian, the fight should end soon now that they’re both unarmed," Miss also comforted.

In fact, she left unsaid the fact that even without weapons, Ancient Martial duels are still dangerous, possibly not external injuries, but potentially internal ones, which are more fatal.

"Yun Tian, you’re impressive, forcing me to drop my weapon," Li Wenfeng said coldly, simultaneously clenching his hands, quietly accumulating power.

Ghost, however, was too lazy to respond, stomping his foot, darting out like an arrow off the string, punching straight without giving Li Wenfeng time to gather strength.

Li Wenfeng was unafraid, throwing punches in return. Despite having lost their weapons, the two clashed once more, exchanging punches and kicks. Although the scene seemed less intense, those with discerning eyes knew well that close combat was more perilous, as every move targeted vital spots.

"Roar..." Ghost shouted loudly, quickly retreating a step, then charging forward like a compressed spring, suddenly releasing, the strength instantly multiplying.

His fist rushed towards Li Wenfeng’s heart, sudden and swift, just as Li Wenfeng was changing momentum, the attack hit suddenly, like cavalry on the battlefield charging fiercely, or like special forces descending from the sky.

This was not an Ancient Martial technique, rather, it resembled battlefield tactics. Being a special operations team leader, Ghost better understood the power of surprise tactics.

Attacking unexpectedly and catching the opponent off guard, winning with fewer against many, overcoming the strong while being weak—rare in Ancient Martial, but common and frequent on the battlefield.

"Lost..." Many Ancient Martial Artists who witnessed this scenario had the same thought, feeling that Li Wenfeng might lose, simultaneously surprised at how Ghost, clearly disadvantaged, suddenly reversed the outcome.

If the vital point was hit, even if not dead, Li Wenfeng would be injured and lose combat ability. Yet, at that moment, he smiled, an obscure smile nearly unnoticed.

"Oops..." Lin Tian exclaimed in his heart.

All these thoughts occurred in the blink of an eye, as Li Wenfeng suddenly raised his hand, clenching his fist tightly.

Ka...

A dull mechanical click sounded, and Li Wenfeng’s sleeves suddenly burst open.