However, this approach is completely opposite to Feng Xuanqing!
Feng Xuanqing does not care about others at all for the things he believes in, killing when he needs to kill, fighting when he needs to fight.
But in terms of specific means, Feng Xuanqing has always fought with integrity and disdain for any underhanded tricks.
"Are you provoking me?" Constantin squinted slightly, speaking coldly, "Someone who was defeated and eliminated, merely descended through my divine skills... Do you truly think you have any competence?"
"How much competence, a test will reveal." Feng Xuanqing’s expression remained indifferent. "What about King Level? Dare to return to Shining Star, even if you’re King Level, I’ll ensure you come but never return!"
With a burst of sinister and violent aura, Constantin’s expression suddenly darkened.
Constantin had never been underestimated like this by others, let alone from a mere Shining Star!
Even the Twelve Palace Star Envoys had to obey and tremble before him, and yet this reckless presence...
"Arrogant!"
Constantin immediately stepped forward, charging straight at Feng Xuanqing.
Feng Xuanqing raised his hand, transforming Star Power into layers of Clear Energy, which surged forth like layers of Big Hand Seals towards Constantin.
"Boom boom boom...!"
Constantin paused slightly, punched to shatter the waves of Clear Energy Big Hand Seals, and continued charging at Feng Xuanqing without pausing.
In the Sea of Consciousness, Yang Heng felt somewhat uncertain: "Is this person really capable...?"
Yang Heng wasn’t stupid; through Su Yuan’s earlier confrontation and exchange with Constantin, he understood the sinister male opponent was a formidable Qiguang King Level expert.
Yet, the black-haired youth, who possessed him, was merely a Shining Star Level defeated by Su Yuan years ago.
If it were Su Yuan himself, Yang Heng would certainly be excited! Trustful! Loyal!
But a Shining Star Level who had previously perished might seem impressive, but can genuinely contend against High Stage King Level? Yang Heng couldn’t help but doubt...
In reality, Feng Xuanqing, who descended, could easily sense Yang Heng’s feelings, but he naturally paid them no mind.
Now, Feng Xuanqing’s heart was focused on one thing: defeating the opponent!
Seeing Constantin closing in, Yang Heng couldn’t help but warn: "Be careful, this person’s fist is very hard!"
Feng Xuanqing remained calm, his feet unmoving, just raised his hand slightly. A surge of mighty Star Power emerged, instantly transforming into a Xuanhuang Dragon Capturing Hand dozens of yards long, smacking Constantin hundreds of meters away, exploding into a massive dust cloud!
"This?!"
Watching "himself" raise a Xuanhuang Dragon Capturing Hand dozens of yards in size, the first-person perspective shared by Yang Heng suddenly left him stunned.
All around, students, especially many Great Flame geniuses, widened their eyes!
"What the heck?! What is this thing?"
"Since when does Yang Heng know such a secret technique? It’s so exaggerated; it must be Great Success... no, likely Perfect Level Epic Skills! Damn, Yang Heng is such a show-off guy, hiding this deep?"
"Wait no!"
Zhou Lingyun, Zhao Qingning, and other geniuses increasingly felt something was amiss.
Wen Long closely watched the two in the field, realized something, and said solemnly: "That probably isn’t Yang Heng anymore... the Domen opposite might not be the original either!"
"Hmm?"
Zhao Qingning and others were astonished, just about to clarify, but intense battle resumed in the simulated arena!
"Boom!!"
In the exploding dust, energy waves spread, as with a "whoosh," Constantin abruptly transformed into a shadow and charged out again, faint golden light swaying on his body, barely scratched.
Seeing this, Feng Xuanqing waved his hand, and the Xuanhuang Dragon Capturing Hand grabbed again!
"Boom boom boom!"
The Xuanhuang Great Hand collided fiercely with Constantin repeatedly, forcing him to continuously retreat.
Even so, Constantin showed little injury, his powerful physique seemed incomprehensible for a university senior to achieve.
Yet, no matter how strong the physique, as long as it is injured, it will ultimately be broken.
Feng Xuanqing rapidly waved his right hand, repeatedly launching Xuanhuang Dragon Capturing Hand strikes, and more cracks and blood mist slowly appeared on Constantin’s body...
"Boom!!"
Before long, with a loud bang, the ground shattered, and the Xuanhuang Dragon Capturing Hand heavily smacked on Constantin’s head!
The field fell silent, losing momentum.
"Did we win?" Yang Heng gazed at the gaping Xuanhuang Hand with fingers spread, easily overpowering Wen Long, Zhao Qingning, Zhou Lingyun’s opponent, wondering how that terrifying Qiguang King Level was so crudely settled??
Yet, at that moment, Feng Xuanqing’s eyes flickered slightly, sidestepping half a step.
A Dark Light Arrow shot from the rear, narrowly brushing past Feng Xuanqing’s body, penetrating several low hills before dissipating.
"Oh, you actually dodged it?"
Constantin stood atop the slope in the rear, a hint of surprise in his eyes, holding a dark red longbow in his hand.
Feng Xuanqing raised the Xuanhuang Dragon Capturing Hand, under which Constantin had transformed into a fragment of Dark Light, the Substitute Technique!
Constantin raised the longbow again: "Well then... how about this?"