C3222 Determine Life and Death
Beneath the Sacred Courtyard's martial stage.
Everyone in the academy crazily shouted:
"Wen Ba, we believe that you can defeat Lin Fei."
"Wen Ba, as long as you use your strongest martial skill, you will be able to easily defeat Lin Fei. Lin Fei is just a piece of trash."
"Lin Fei, he is unqualified to be defeated by your strongest attack. Your strongest martial skill is already capable of instantly killing him."
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For a time, the entire Holy Academy was filled with this kind of voice. All of them were looking forward to the Wen Ba from the Humanities making their move and defeating Lin Fei.
The Dean of the Academy, Wen Zong, was so excited that the blood in his body was about to burn.
Lin Fei was finally going to be defeated by the Wen Ba from the Humanities Academy.
Lin Fei, that Limitless Stage Four cultivator, was too arrogant.
After he was defeated by the top scholars from the Humanities, he could no longer act arrogantly.
"Chen Qingxing, what a pity. Your Holy Academy's number one martial cultivation genius, Lin Fei, is truly a pity." The dean of the Earth Hall, Xiao Tian, could not help but sigh.
In his opinion, Lin Fei would soon be defeated by the Wen Ba of the Academy.
At the very least, Lin Fei's heart of martial arts would be damaged.
In fact, Lin Fei might even die.
For the House, the losses were too great!
It was at this moment.
On the Sacred Courtyard's martial stage.
"Lin Fei, today, we will not only determine the victor, but also decide the life and death of our opponents. What do you think?" Wen Ba stared at Lin Fei and sneered.
Lin Fei was simply too monstrous.
If Lin Fei was given more time, it was very possible that Lin Fei would defeat him in the future.
He was worried that when he used his strongest martial skill to kill Lin Fei …
The Principal of the House, Chen Qinghui, would stop him from doing so.
Hence, he wanted to fight Lin Fei to determine the victor, and even to determine life and death.
Once Lin Fei agreed to his request.
The Principal of the Sacred Courtyard, Chen Qinghe, wanted to stop him from killing Lin Fei.
Their Hall's Principal, Wen Zong, could not just sit back and do nothing.
The reason why he dared to say that was because he had the confidence to kill Lin Fei.
His strongest trump card, the One Word Heaven Book, was an invincible existence among the martial cultivators of the younger generation of the Great Firmament Beast.
What if his strongest martial skill was unable to kill Lin Fei?
In that case, he would use his strongest trump card, Heaven's Book, to kill Lin Fei.0
This sentence from Wen Ba filled everyone in the academy with confidence in Wen Ba defeating Lin Fei.
Now, they were worried that Lin Fei would not agree to the conditions set by their Wen Ba.
"Wen Ba, if you put it this way, you definitely have the confidence to kill Lin Fei." The dean of Earth Academy, Xiao Tian, said in a deep voice.
In Di Xiaotian's opinion, Lin Fei could not agree to Wen Ba's conditions.
It wasn't just Laughing Heavens who thought this way.
Other than the people from the Sacred Courtyard, they also thought that it was impossible for Lin Fei to agree to Wen Ba's conditions.
"Wen Ba, he has the bearing of a powerhouse." The dean of the Heavenly Court, Tian Hen, looked at Wen Ba and muttered to himself.
At this moment, Tian Hen almost envied the Death Arts Academy's dean, Wen Zong.
Although, the Earth Courtyard had the Heavens, and the Sacred Courtyard had Lin Fei.
But, Earth Cangtian of the Earth Academy and Lin Fei of the Holy Academy, compared to Wen Ba of the Wen Yuan, they were far inferior!
How Tian Hen wished that Wen Ba was the number one martial cultivation genius in the Heavenly Court!
"Lin Fei, if you are a man, then you will decide life and death with me." On the Sacred Courtyard's martial stage, Wen Ba shouted excitedly while staring at Lin Fei.
As long as you kill Lin Fei, you'll feel much better.
If Lin Fei died, he would also feel more at ease.
Lin Fei was too monstrous, he did not wish for Lin Fei to continue cultivating martial arts.
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