Chapter 464: Chapter 461: A Thrilling Victory

He had to remain vigilant at all times, dodging as many attacks as possible. Even if he couldn’t dodge, he’d have to tank the hit with his Shadowstrike Void Form.

But Shadowstrike Void Form couldn’t be used carelessly. Each activation consumed around 120 points of Magic Power, and given his current reserves, he had to be frugal.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

The attacks from Ming Xin Yan’s trio continued, but Feng Hao wasn’t idle. Using the enhanced stealth from his Black Pupils state, he deftly dodged their Secret Technique attacks.

Meanwhile, a tense atmosphere had descended upon Thief God Peak. Everyone was glued to the arena, afraid of missing a single detail.

"Do you guys think Feng Hao can win?"

"There’s a chance, but given his current condition, it’s not a high one."

"Exactly. The fire seed is powerful, but he’s still fighting one against three. Now it all depends on whether Ming Xin Yan’s group can stabilize the situation."

"If Feng Hao really pulls this off, he’ll truly be the strongest Thief in history!"

"No kidding. A situation like this has never happened in any of the past competitions for the title of Thief."

In the crowd of spectators, Lu Linfei and his partner held hands tightly, secretly praying for Feng Hao on the stage.

Although they had immense faith in Feng Hao, his decision to fight one against four had been completely unexpected.

In the stands off to the side, Lei Yun was also on edge, his eyes fixed on every move in the arena.

’Sigh... Wouldn’t it have been better to just win the match safely? Does he have to make it so damn exciting!’ Lei Yun grumbled internally. ’It’s easy for you—you’re young and full of vigor, with a strong heart. But us old geezers can’t take this kind of stress!’

In his mind, Feng Hao becoming the Fifth Thief had been a sure thing, but he’d never imagined a situation like this would arise.

If Feng Hao won, it would be fine; he could return home in glory. But if he lost, how could he face the people of the Wolf Country Branch Hall?

More importantly, what about all the boasting he’d done to everyone over the past two days? Would he have to eat his own words?

At this thought, Lei Yun felt utterly drained. This was even more of a headache than when the Root Cutting Sect had attacked Five States City.

...

On the stage, the battle raged on. Feng Hao had long since tuned out his surroundings. At this moment, his eyes were fixed only on Ming Xin Yan and her two allies.

Ming Xin Yan’s group was also resisting with all their might. Wu Qing was still in good shape, but Ming Xin Yan and Diaron were another story. After being burned by Three-second Fire earlier, both had already lost more than half of their Qi Blood.

’This guy is such a bastard!’ Ming Xin Yan cursed Feng Hao inwardly as she activated her Three Treasures Bell.

She and Feng Hao were on good terms, but friendship was one thing, and the competition was another. There was only one spot for a Thief, and she would never give it up easily. She had been preparing for this for a very long time.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Dragon phantoms howled through the air as Feng Hao used the immense destructive power of his Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms to hammer away at Ming Xin Yan and Diaron’s defenses.

Worst of all, Diaron’s muscle and bone foundation hadn’t reached 500 base points. As a result, his Gang Qi couldn’t defend against penetrating force damage; it could only block the flames of Three-second Fire.

The only thing truly blocking Feng Hao’s assault was Ming Xin Yan’s Golden Bell Protection.

Feng Hao’s Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms had now reached 42 proficiency points. Along with the damage increase, his Energy Solidity and Secret Technique Destructiveness attributes had also risen to 42 points.

Facing the impact of such a ferocious palm technique, Ming Xin Yan’s Golden Bell Protection clearly couldn’t hold out for much longer.

CRACK!

Soon, under the relentless assault of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, the Golden Bell Protection shattered with a crash. Feng Hao seized the opening, throwing out his Poisonous Chain. It passed effortlessly through Diaron’s Gang Qi Barrier and snagged Wu Qing from behind.

Although Wu Qing had a dark energy constitution, he was, in the end, just a Magic-type Mage. Speed and Qi Blood were his weaknesses, leaving him no time to dodge the entangling Poisonous Chain.

And so, to the astonished gasps of the entire audience, Wu Qing was instantly yanked out of Diaron’s Gang Qi Barrier.

Separated from his teammate’s protection, Wu Qing was as vulnerable as a lamb. Two strikes from Dark Moon Slaughter, combined with the burning damage from Three-second Fire, easily eliminated him.

However, what Feng Hao hadn’t expected was that the instant Wu Qing’s Qi Blood was depleted, a strange energy inexplicably erupted from within his body.

The energy seemed tranquil, but its destructive power was immense, blasting Feng Hao and leaving him with critical health.

’Shit, he can self-destruct?’ Feng Hao cursed inwardly, hastily swinging the chain to hurl Wu Qing’s body off the stage.

At the same time, Ming Xin Yan and Diaron seized the opportunity to close in and attack him.

Feng Hao glanced at his remaining Qi Blood—just over ten thousand—and groaned internally. He quickly activated Shadowstrike to create some distance, putting Three-second Fire in front of him as a shield.

As it turned out, Ming Xin Yan and Diaron were still wary of Three-second Fire, and both activated defensive Secret Techniques to block it.

"Dammit, no time to worry about that now! This is my only chance!" Feng Hao roared, gritting his teeth. After a quick mental calculation of his remaining Magic Power, he charged resolutely toward Ming Xin Yan and Diaron.

Charging into the enemy’s ranks with critical health, in the eyes of the spectators, was no different from a suicide run.

But to Feng Hao, it was his only chance. He had no other choice. After being caught in Wu Qing’s explosion, his Qi Blood was just over ten thousand; he had to end this fight quickly.

Otherwise, Ming Xin Yan’s Golden Rain alone would be enough to wear him down and kill him!

Ming Xin Yan and Diaron had clearly realized this as well. Seeing Feng Hao charge, they both unleashed their strongest offensive Secret Techniques, hurling them at him without a moment’s hesitation.

However, what greeted them was a dazzling display of skill.

In the space of a few breaths, Feng Hao moved like a phantom. Three consecutive Shadowstrikes, linked so smoothly they looked like a single motion, allowed him to evade their attacks while simultaneously launching his own final assault.

PFFT! PFFT! PFFT!

Shadow Sparks erupted, followed by a Moon Wheel Dance that whirled between the two. Combined with the terrifying flame damage of Three-second Fire, their Qi Blood was instantly depleted.

The battle was over. Feng Hao’s Magic Power was completely depleted, and his remaining three thousand-odd points of Qi Blood began to slowly recover thanks to his vitality.

The arena had fallen completely silent. No one could have predicted this outcome.

"I... I’m not seeing things, am I? He won? Just like that?"

"Magic Power exhausted, only three thousand Qi Blood left... A perfect comeback victory!"

"Holy crap, did anyone get a clear look at that last sequence? That was inhuman!"

...

On the stage, Ming Xin Yan and Diaron exchanged a helpless look, then shook their heads with wry smiles.

"You’re a beast. I concede," Diaron said, giving Feng Hao a meaningful look before hoisting his greatsword and walking off the stage.

Ming Xin Yan didn’t say anything. She just shot Feng Hao a fierce glare and stomped off the stage, clearly unhappy.

Feng Hao shook his head, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. He let out a silent sigh of relief. ’To be honest, I wasn’t sure I could pull that off,’ he thought. ’The slightest mistake and I would have been defeated. I’d never have been able to face the Thief Master then.’

In the viewing seats, the leaders of the Grand Hall looked at one another, at a loss for words.

The Thief Master smiled, gratified. He turned to the dumbfounded Jing Lou beside him and teased, "What are you gaping at? The Fifth Thief has been decided. Aren’t you going to announce the results?"

"Oh." Jing Lou nodded dazedly, finally snapping out of his trance.

"Hurry up, don’t waste time," the Thief Master urged. "Once all five Thieves are gathered, we have more important matters to attend to."

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