My Brother's the Protagonist? Good Thing I Awakened My System! Chapter 205 Feng Yun's Feeling

Earlier, it was already shown that against her with the sa cultivation level, Feng i was superior.

Now that she had revealed her cultivation at the Peak Grand Qi Condensation Realm, Yuan Ziyan was well aware that she would lose unless she found a weakness in Feng i.

She fought valiantly, searching for an opening to exploit, but found none.

If the battle continued, she would undoubtedly lose. Acknowledging her limits and Feng i's superior strength, Yuan Ziyan chose to surrender.

The crowd erupted in cheers as the long battle finally ca to an end.

Although the fight had lasted for approximately 30 minutes, it felt much shorter to the audience. Every mont had been gripping, leaving no room for boredom.

Both Yuan Ziyan and Feng i had demonstrated what it ant to be top geniuses of the country.

Their power had already reached the level of an Initial Three Elents Divine Realm cultivator, despite being in the Grand Qi Condensation Realm.

So Three Elents Divine Realm cultivators watching from the stands secretly wondered if they might lose to these two, though none would dare admit it openly.

As the cheers of the crowd echoed throughout the arena, Yuan Ziyan sheathed her sword, her fiery aura dissipating.

She stepped back, her expression calm despite her defeat.

"Feng i," Yuan Ziyan said, her voice steady yet tinged with respect, "you've proven yourself to be the stronger one today. I concede wholeheartedly."

Feng i, her icy aura gradually fading, nodded in acknowledgnt.

"You were a formidable opponent, Yuan Ziyan. I've learned a lot from this battle."

The two exchanged a brief, understanding glance—a silent agreent that their rivalry had pushed them both to greater heights.

As Yuan Ziyan exited the arena, she was greeted by her sect mbers, who offered words of encouragent and admiration for her performance.

Despite her loss, her display of skill and determination had earned her the respect of everyone present.

From the VIP stands, Ling iyu watched intently, her gaze focused on Feng i.

"She's even stronger than I anticipated," Ling iyu murmured to herself.

Beside her, Xue Hongxia, the Sect Master of the Mystic Fla Sect, nodded approvingly.

"Indeed," Xue Hongxia said. "Feng i's talent is extraordinary. She's not just relying on her clan's techniques but has mastered them to a level that surpasses most of her peers. She will be a force to reckon with in the future."

"It's a pity we couldn't secure such talent," Xue Hongxia added with a sigh.

The Icy Veil Sect had been quick to recruit Feng i.

Moreover, with the Feng Clan's strong ties to the Icy Veil Sect, Xue Hongxia knew that even if she had approached Feng i first, her efforts might have been futile.

Even if she succeeded, she would still face resistance from Ling iyu and others who harbored animosity toward the Feng Clan—and vice versa, with Feng i likely bearing grudges against mbers of the Mystic Fla Sect.

Still, despite these challenges, Xue Hongxia couldn't help but feel regret for missing the chance to nurture such extraordinary talent.

Her gaze shifted to the Feng Clan, who were preparing to leave.

( Tomorrow, everything will co to an end. )

Whether it would mark the beginning of a new conflict or the resolution of old grudges, tomorrow would be decisive.

Xue Hongxia had resolved to extend an earnest apology to the Feng Clan and make a genuine effort to nd the strained relationship between them and perhaps also between Feng Yun and Ling iyu.

For the sake of the country's peace, she couldn't ignore the possibility that lingering hatred between the two could one day spark an unforeseen conflict.

Even if it didn't escalate to a full-blown war, their future potential was undeniable. With both destined to reach the Nascent Soul Realm or higher, any clash between them could result in catastrophic destruction.

This was why it was crucial for her disciple and Feng Yun to resolve their animosity tomorrow.

Otherwise, there would be another headache for her to deal with.

The crowd dispersed, their excitent reaching all ti high.

Tomorrow was the final day when the Dragon and Phoenix Competition would co to an end.

Gao Mingrui, Feng i, Feng Yun and Ling iyu! One of them was going to be the winner of this prestigious competition.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting an amber glow across the tournant grounds, the anticipation for the final day of the Dragon and Phoenix Competition reached a fever pitch.

The crowd had dispersed, but the energy lingered in the air. Discussions buzzed through the streets of the city as spectators and participants alike speculated about the climactic battles to co.

In the Feng Mansion of the capital, Feng Yun stared at the full moon, deep in his thoughts.

( Finally, tomorrow is the day! ) Tomorrow, whether it's the semi-final or the final, I'll face Ling iyu. Our clash feels inevitable, a thread of fate pulling us together.

My mind wandered to the past, to the days when I was still known as "trash."

Being Feng Chen's younger brother ca with expectations—expectations I couldn't et. Or so I thought. For years, I believed I lacked talent, that I was simply unworthy of the na I carried. But the truth was very different and it wasn't who was untalented.

The ring I had worn since childhood, a keepsake I thought held sentintal value, was the very thing holding back. It had been silently absorbing my qi all those years, leaving unable to advance in cultivation.

During that ti, the ridicule was relentless. Outsiders mocked , and whispers followed wherever I went.

"Is he really Feng Chen's brother?" they'd say, their words like needles piercing my heart.

I couldn't even rember our parents clearly, not the way my brother could. By the ti I was old enough to form mories, they were already gone.

But even if the mories were faint, I knew the warmth they left behind. The house had been filled with light and laughter. My brother, Feng Chen, would always play with , shielding from the loneliness of their absence.

Then everything changed. Feng Chen beca the Clan Leader, and the weight of responsibility stole him away.

I never blad him. I understood. The sacrifices he made weren't just for the clan—they were for too.

Perhaps that's why, even when the world called "trash," no one in the Feng Clan dared to bully . And then, when the truth about my cultivation ca to light, when I finally realized I wasn't destined to be weak, life threw another blow.

My fiancée ca to break our engagent.

I didn't even know who this Ling iyu was and didn't care whether she the peerless genius or not.

I didn't even care if she broke her engagent as it was made by my parents not .

But what I don't like is how she disrespected our Feng Clan, especially my brother and chose his birthday as the day to cancel our engagent in front of many guests, including our enemies.

It brought great sha to my brother, whom I respected the most and could also be equivalent to bringing disaster to our Feng Clan.

Though the Feng Clan survived thanks to my brother's incredible abilities, it didn't an Ling iyu's actions hadn't affected us.

If we had been even slightly weaker, both the Feng Clan and my brother could have been utterly destroyed.

"Three years of promise, tomorrow will be the end of it!"

Feng Yun muttered.

Just then, he sensed soone coming but he wasn't too worried.

"Yun'er!"

It was his brother Feng Chen.

"Yes, brother? What brings you here at this hour?"

Feng Yun asked curiously.

"Tomorrow is the day!"

"Yes, it is!"

"How confident are you in winning?"

Feng Chen asked.

"100 percent. There is no way that I will lose. I have trained very hard for these past three years just for this day!"

Feng Yun said.

Feng Chen nodded. Although he also wasn't 100% certain whether Feng Yun could win against Ling iyu, it is true that he has managed to catch up to Ling iyu's cultivation in re three years.

It wouldn't have been possible just because of talent.

Feng Chen walked over, his steps steady and asured, before coming to stand beside Feng Yun. Together, they gazed at the full moon, its silvery light casting a serene glow over the Feng Mansion.

The two brothers stood in silence for a mont, the weight of tomorrow's battle lingering in the air. Finally, Feng Chen broke the stillness, his voice calm but laced with curiosity.

"Yun'er," he began, his gaze fixed on the moon, "do you resent Ling iyu?"

Feng Yun was quiet for a mont, his eyes narrowing slightly as mories of the past resurfaced. He clenched his fists unconsciously, but his tone was asured when he spoke.

"Resent her?" Feng Yun repeated, as though testing the weight of the word. "I don't know if resentnt is the right term, Brother. Do I dislike her? Absolutely. Her actions brought sha to you, to our clan. She chose your birthday—a day that should have been a celebration—to humiliate us in front of allies and enemies alike. That's not sothing I can forgive easily even if she were to die."

He paused, his gaze sharpening as he continued. "Or so I thought!"

Feng Yun looked at the moon and then to his brother, who looked at him with warmth and care.

"But now, I don't know!"