My Brother's the Protagonist? Good Thing I Awakened My System! Chapter 215 Flames Of Resolve

CLANG! CLANG!

The crowd, which had been clamoring monts before, now held their breath as they watched two of the strongest young geniuses of their generation exchange blows at an unprecedented speed. The sheer force of their clash had already left cracks in the reinforced arena, and neither combatant showed signs of backing down.

Ling iyu took a deep breath, stabilizing her footing. Feng Yun stood tall, his gaze sharp and unyielding. His confidence was palpable, but Ling iyu was not one to back down.

Without hesitation, she raised her sword once more. Flas coiled around the blade like a living entity, flickering wildly as her qi surged.

["Burning Heaven Sword Rain!"]

Ling iyu's sword ignited with an intense, searing radiance as she raised it high. In an instant, countless blazing sword projections materialized around her, hovering in the air like burning stars. With a flick of her wrist, they rained down upon Feng Yun in an overwhelming barrage, each strike carrying the force of a teor descending from the heavens. The sheer heat distorted the air, and the battlefield was engulfed in a fiery storm as if the heavens themselves had opened up to unleash their wrath.

Feng Yun's eyes narrowed as he instantly tracked her movents. ["Ghostly Shadow Mirage!"]

His figure flickered, splitting into several illusory afterimages that weaved through the raining swords. Each fiery blade struck nothing but empty air as if slicing through phantoms. His real body danced effortlessly between the attacks, avoiding the deadly barrage with ghost-like fluidity. His battle awareness allowed him to anticipate her trajectory even before she fully disappeared from view.

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!

A series of rapid clashes echoed through the air as their swords t again and again. Sparks flew with each collision, lighting up the battlefield like miniature fireworks.

The spectators were srized by their incredible speed. Most could barely keep up with their movents, only seeing flashes of red and blue as their silhouettes blurred together.

Ling iyu's attacks beca fiercer, each swing of her sword carrying an intense heat that distorted the air itself. She aid for Feng Yun's vital points relentlessly, but every ti, his sword was there to et hers with impeccable precision.

Feng Yun suddenly took a step forward and twisted his wrist. With a fluid movent, he redirected her next attack, throwing her balance slightly off.

"A Chance!"

["Heavenly Emperor's Sword!"]

A powerful sword arc swept toward Ling iyu.

She barely managed to block it, but the force behind it sent her skidding backward. Her feet dug into the ground as she struggled to steady herself.

Panting slightly, she wiped a stray bead of sweat from her forehead. "You're more troubleso than I expected."

Feng Yun smirked. "I could say the sa about you."

The temperature around them spiked suddenly.

Ling iyu's flas condensed further, their intensity rising to an almost unbearable level. The ground beneath her started to blacken, small embers dancing in the air.

["Eternal Fla Lotus!"]

She raised her free hand, her palm glowing with an intense golden-red light.

The air around her shimred as a fiery aura surged outward, forming a vortex of heat and energy.

Flas erupted from her palm, swirling upward in a srizing dance.

The fire condensed into the shape of a massive lotus flower, each petal crafted from golden-red flas that radiated overwhelming heat.

The petals expanded outward, their edges crackling with destructive energy, making the arena floor tremble under the sheer pressure.

A gigantic lotus of crimson fire blood behind her, each petal pulsating with pure destructive energy. The heat it radiated was overwhelming, making the very air shimr.

Feng Yun's eyes flickered with sharpness. He could feel the sheer power in that technique.

Feng Yun knew that dodging Eternal Fla Lotus was quite impossible due to its large AOE and decided to defend against it.

Since Ling iyu was only using her Peak Grand Qi Condensation Realm cultivation, Feng Yun didn't think it would be too difficult to defend. Though even if she unleashed her full strength, he was certain he could still handle it with ease.

["Mysterious Heaven Iron Wall!"]

A translucent barrier of profound energy materialized around him, shimring with an iron-like luster. BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

The Eternal Fla Lotus crashed down, its petals detonating upon impact, sending waves of scorching fire rippling in all directions. The arena floor groaned under the intensity, cracks deepening as molten heat seared through the stone.

A fierce gale surged outward, and yet—when the flas cleared—Feng Yun stood unmoved, his barrier absorbing the brunt of the attack. Though the shield flickered under the imnse force, it held firm.

Ling iyu narrowed her eyes. "He blocked it?"

While she didn't expect Feng Yun to fall easily, the fact that he withstood her strongest attack without even a hint of strain on his face seed almost impossible to her.

Feng Yun exhaled lightly, dissipating the residual qi around him. "Not bad. But if that's all, you won't break through my defense."

Ling iyu smirked. "Is that so?"

Ling iyu's grip tightened around her sword as she lunged forward, her blade slicing through the air toward Feng Yun. Feng Yun's stance remained steady as he parried her strikes, his blade moving with a sharp, precise flow that exuded complete control. Each attack was t with an equally powerful counter, their movents a blur as they danced around each other, neither willing to yield.

Ling iyu's fiery eyes remained locked onto Feng Yun's calm expression. Despite the intensity of their battle, his composure never wavered. His every motion was calculated, his footwork flawless, and his strikes carried an overwhelming force that pressed against her like a relentless tide.

She gritted her teeth. No matter how much force she poured into her attacks, Feng Yun always t them without faltering. Even when she increased the speed of her strikes, he adapted effortlessly, his blade never missing a beat.

Their weapons clashed again, and the impact sent a powerful shockwave rippling outward, forcing so spectators to shield their faces from the sheer force of their battle. Ling iyu's arms trembled slightly as she pushed against his blade, yet Feng Yun remained as unshaken as ever.

With a swift maneuver, she twisted her wrist, redirecting her attack mid-swing to strike at his exposed side. But Feng Yun anticipated it—just as he had done countless tis before. He sidestepped at the last mont, deflecting the strike before countering with a forceful slash.

Ling iyu barely managed to evade the blow, her breath hitching as she felt the gust of wind from his blade graze her. She retaliated instantly, her blade sweeping across in a sharp arc.

Their swords collided once more, their forms locked in a fierce struggle.

Her mind raced. No matter how fiercely she fought, Feng Yun matched her in every aspect. His reflexes were sharp, his swordplay refined, and his ability to counter her attacks was terrifyingly precise.

A frown creased her brow as realization dawned on her.

She could not win unless she used her Three Elents Divine Realm cultivation.