Although he had suffered a setback, when Sun Cheng saw the two of them looking utterly astonished, a sense of pride welled up within him. Eight-zero Electronic Book Lin Caivé whispered, "We never expected him to have the strength of a Spirit-Refining stage!" Qin Feng also hadn't expected it, nodding in agreement, "A Spirit-Refining stage practitioner who can wield a flying sword—when we combine our efforts, we might not even stand a chance against him. He's truly well-hidden. Do you think he's that young?" Lin, the beautiful woman, analyzed, "I'd say he's over thirty, possibly even in his forties. For a cultivator, maintaining youthful appearance isn't exactly a challenge." "Maintaining youth is one thing," Qin, the young man, grumbled, "but pretending to be a youngster is quite shameful. He's clearly a man of middle age, yet he comes here acting like a student—what a disgrace for the cultivation world!" Sun Cheng heard every word clearly, and instantly lost his temper, "Qin! Just now, you used underhanded tactics against me. I've challenged you to a duel. Will you accept it?" "Then how do you account for the poison in the chocolate?" Qin Feng countered. "Have you been poisoned?" Sun Cheng looked at him with disdain. Lin Caivé, standing by, said coldly, "Your challenge—we'll take it up. Time and place shall be at your convenience!" Sun Cheng was taken aback that she would willingly step up to face him. He paused, then smiled thinly, "Very well. Since you're so eager, then let's settle it at 10:30 tonight, on the eastern sports field—see you there!" "See you there," Lin Caivé agreed. Qin Feng had no objections to this decision. To others, the saying "enemies should be reconciled rather than allowed to remain adversaries" might be considered a classic. To him, however, it was mere common sense—once adversaries, they had to settle matters with fists. Whoever had the stronger arm would prevail. Lin Caivé gave him a subtle glance. Qin, the young man, didn't quite grasp her meaning. "Escape class," she whispered. "Skipping class—why? You've always said skipping class was wrong. Isn't it essential to prepare properly, especially when you're going to have a physical confrontation? The other person can use flying swords. Without a batch of talismans, how could you possibly fight?" Lin Beijia scolded him for lacking coordination. "What else is there to wait for? Just pack up and leave." Watching the two hurriedly exit the classroom, Sun Cheng couldn't help but smile subtly. Tonight, he would not spare any mercy. Throughout the morning and into the afternoon, Qin, the young lord, had been diligently drawing talismans, while Lin Beijia had also been busy, successfully refining several batches of elixirs. He had consumed many of these elixirs like candy to replenish his rapidly depleting spiritual energy, then continued drawing talismans. After a full day of effort, over a hundred different talismans had been created. After dinner and a brief rest, the two set off toward Ping Da Dong Stadium. The playground, due to years of neglect, has uneven, uneven ground. It's rarely visited during the day, let alone in the evening—contrasting sharply with the lively, romantic atmosphere of the west playground. In the center of the field stands one person, somewhat isolated. That person was Sun Cheng, who said with a sardonic smile, "You two have finally arrived!" Qin Feng waved his wrist. "We didn't arrive late, did we? It's you who came early. I don't see how anyone else could be blamed. My watch shows exactly 10:30. If you're claiming your watch isn't showing that time, I can confidently tell you—it's inaccurate!" In reality, it was already 10:30. Sun Cheng, unwilling to dwell on this point, shrugged. "Whatever you say. As long as you've come, that's all that matters. Are you planning a wheel-of-war strategy against me, or are you all going to charge in together?" "Lin Meili displayed her long sword at her side, holding a scroll in her left hand: "Let's cut to the chase—fight if you must. With your high level, we're certainly going to take on the enemy together!" Qin Feng's most trusted weapon was the Fire Meteor, sharp indeed, but since it wasn't a magical artifact, he didn't draw it out. Instead, he held two scrolls, ready to fight from a distance, determined to entangle his opponent with spells. "Very well—let's begin!" As soon as Sun Cheng spoke, Qin the Young launched his attack, the two scrolls transforming into a three-meter-long fire dragon that surged forward, one after the other. "Just a minor display," Sun Cheng said, throwing his long sword and charging straight into the fire dragons. Lin Caivé attacked from the side, using the fire dragons as cover to close the distance, her sword weaving out three elegant sword patterns. Sun Cheng remained calm, first commanding his flying swords to break through the three fire dragons, then engaging in combat with Lin Meili. The flying sword danced gracefully through the sky, its attack directions and techniques constantly changing. Although Qin Daxiao was constantly disrupting them, Lin Beauty still found herself at a disadvantage. The gap in rank between cultivators truly was an insurmountable chasm; if things continued like this, both of them would surely be defeated. "Take this lightning blast!" Qin Feng shouted, simultaneously raising the talisman high above his head. At the moment in the midst of his offensive, Sun Cheng was startled and instinctively stepped back, instantly relieving the pressure on Lin Beauty. Yet what emerged from Qin Feng's hands was merely a low-level fire dragon. Unless it struck directly upon Sun Cheng's body, it would have no effect—Sun Cheng would only need to command his flying sword to swirl through the air, and the fire dragon would vanish without a trace. Realizing he had been outwitted, Sun Cheng exclaimed, "Qin—today, I will surely take your life!" "Excellent," said Qin Feng, raising another talisman. "Lightning Technique!" Sun Cheng instinctively stepped back again, only to find a fiery dragon rushing toward him—furious, his face blazing with anger. He had intended to first deal with Qin Feng, but was held back by Lin Caivi who surged forward, shouting, "You two won't get off easy today!" Faced with counterattacks, Lin Caivi kept retreating. Qin Feng called out for the third time, "Lightning!" Having been fooled twice before, Sun Cheng now paid it no mind. Even when the dragon hovered just one meter away, he had ample time to react. Crack! A lightning bolt, stretching over a dozen meters, plunged from the sky and struck precisely at his head. Sun Cheng's hair stood on end, his face blackened, white mist rising from his mouth. His once neat garments were now scorched and blackened. Seizing the moment, Lin Caivi deflected his flying sword and then launched a kick, landing it squarely on his chin. Sun Cheng collapsed face-up, lacking any dignity, and his flying sword fell to the ground as well. Qin Feng leaped high into the air, simultaneously unleashing two fiery dragons that surged straight toward him. Strike while he's vulnerable. The lightning spell launched earlier, though powerful in attack, had one fatal flaw: anyone with agile movements could easily evade it. This was precisely why Qin Feng had deceived Sun Cheng twice—there was only one such spell available, and the best steel must be used at the point of greatest impact.