Chapter 563: Yuwen Tuo vs. Feipeng

Virtual Arena.

After many days, Yuwen Tuo stood here once again.

Aside from fighting that battle-maniac Demon Lord Chonglou, he rarely engaged in matchmaking.

Although if one wins against an opponent in matchmaking, there is a chance to obtain the opponent's bloodline, cultivation techniques, and innate abilities.

But at the same time, one can also have these wiped away by the opponent; the pros and cons are equal.

Yuwen Tuo is not a battle-maniac like the Demon Lord, so he is not obsessed with matchmaking.

But now there is no other way; the atmosphere has already reached this point, and he has to go up.

"Do you wish to match with a Heavens opponent!"

The Chat Group's voice rang out.

"Yes." Yuwen Tuo nodded, slowly putting on his Golden Mask, his demeanor turning stern and murderous.

"Starting matchmaking, matching now!"

"Match successful!"

"Matched opponent, First Divine General of the Six Realms, Gatekeeper of the Nantian Gate, Feipeng."

"Feipeng??"

Upon hearing this name, Yuwen Tuo felt it sounded familiar at first, as if he had heard it somewhere before.

"Feipeng!"

In the spectator stands, Demon Lord Chonglou suddenly stood up as if he had been injected with adrenaline, saying in disbelief:

"Feipeng!"

"Feipeng, that seems to be Brother Chonglou's soulmate," said Ye Fan.

"Indeed. In all the heavens and earth, only Feipeng can go head-to-head with the Demon Lord," said Xu Que.

"Things seem to be getting more and more interesting," Xuanzang laughed.

He did not expect that Yuwen Tuo would actually be matched with the First Divine General of the Six Realms, Feipeng.

"I seem to smell the scent of a bond," said Ace.

"The relationship between Chonglou and the Demon Lord is just like that of Madara and Hashirama; they are both fated rivals, and destiny has bound them together."

"But the only difference is that Chonglou and Feipeng really are just for the sake of fighting."

"Whereas for Madara and Hashirama, the interests of their villages are also mixed in," said the Old Demon King.

"Demon King, you see things quite clearly," said Morgana.

"Hehe, I'm old, so my experience is naturally rich," the Old Demon King laughed.

"Hmph, Demon King." Uchiha Madara swept a faint glance over, not saying anything more.

If it were not for the interests of his clan and village, he and Hashirama would surely have become good friends.

It is a pity that fate plays tricks on people. They were destined to cross swords.

In the Virtual Arena, at the end of the Reincarnation Channel, a tall and heroic figure slowly walked out.

Coming into view was the First Divine General of the Heavenly Realm, Feipeng, dressed in a Silver Robe and Silver Armor, his face like frost, holding the Zhan Yao Sword.

Feipeng was expressionless, looking just like a robot, with no emotions.

But the icy aura radiating from him from head to toe and his air of invincible loneliness made Yuwen Tuo feel his blood racing.

"His appearance, so familiar."

Yuwen Tuo stared at Feipeng's handsome face, which was ninety-eight percent similar to his own, as if looking into a mirror.

At this moment, he finally understood why Demon Lord Chonglou shouted "Feipeng" when he saw him.

So there really are people in this world who look so similar!

"Feipeng, come and fight me!"

Seeing his old rival, the Demon Lord in the spectator stands could no longer hold back; his whole person went berserk, his eyes turned blood-red, and he wished he could immediately step onto the arena.

Unfortunately, except for the group members, the matched Heavens contestants cannot see or hear the voices from the spectator stands.

No matter how Demon Lord Chonglou shouted, Feipeng could not feel the presence of Demon Lord Chonglou.

"Stop shouting, Chonglou. Feipeng cannot hear you, and this is also just one Feipeng out of countless parallel universes, not the Feipeng of your world," said Yan Shuangying.

"I don't care, this is my Feipeng, ah. Do you know how I have spent these past thousand years!" Demon Lord Chonglou said loudly.

"..." Yan Shuangying?

"It seems Brother Chonglou and General Feipeng are truly in love," Ye Fan sighed?

"True love, Ye Hei, your choice of words is somewhat inappropriate," said Xu Que.

"Group Owner, is there any way? I want to fight Feipeng," said Demon Lord Chonglou?

"There is no way; we must wait until this battle ends," said Yan Shuangying.

"Brother Chonglou, don't be anxious; haste makes waste. Since Brother Yuwen can match with Feipeng, perhaps you can too. This is actually a matter of probability, so it's not a big problem," Ye Fan comforted.

Hearing this, Demon Lord Chonglou's emotions calmed down quite a bit.

But his gaze was still fixed firmly on Feipeng in the arena.

The female group members were also watching Chonglou; they didn't expect that the friendship between men could be so sincere!

In the arena, Feipeng and Yuwen Tuo stared at each other.

Feipeng did not waste words and drew his sword, intending to strike Yuwen Tuo directly.

Yuwen Tuo, however, spoke first:

"Wait."

Feipeng only raised his head and swept a faint glance, saying:

"Do you have any last words?"

"..." Yuwen Tuo was speechless; these were usually the words he said to his enemies.

"No, I just feel that the two of us might have some fate."

As Yuwen Tuo spoke, he slowly removed the Golden Mask from his face.

When he saw Yuwen Tuo's true face, Feipeng was also slightly stunned, having the illusion of looking into a mirror.

To think there could be such similar people in the world.

"General Feipeng, you are in Silver Armor, and I am in golden armor. You have the divine artifact Zhan Yao Sword, and I have the divine artifact Xuanyuan Sword; aren't we fated?" Yuwen Tuo said.

"So what? Even so, do you think I won't cut you? Having walked to this point, you must surely understand the reason why?" Feipeng said.

Although he did not know of the existence of the Chat Group, he was no fool.

The purpose of this Arena was to duel and determine a victor; the winner could obtain some useful supplies from the loser.

Of course, Feipeng did not care about these things; he only wanted an opponent to have a fight with.

"Very well, I am Yuwen Tuo, please enlighten me," Yuwen Tuo said.

He immediately switched to that invincible, Haki-leaking Grand Tutor Yuwen, holding the Xuanyuan Sword, with Golden Sword Qi flickering.

Seeing this, the Zhan Yao Sword in Feipeng's hand trembled, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly; things were becoming interesting.

"Kill!"

A streak of golden light and a streak of silver light intersected in the Void, like meteors streaking across time and space; above the universe, Sword Qi crisscrossed, Moving Stars and Changing Dippers.

The Xuanyuan Sword and Zhan Yao Sword collided, golden and silver Sword Qi canceling each other out, vying with one another.

The battle between Yuwen Tuo and Feipeng was very direct, a fight of pure swordsmanship and combat technique.

There was nothing else flashy or showy; every sword strike and every attack was refined to the peak, which could be called an artistic battle feast.

In the spectator stands, Chonglou gritted his teeth so hard that his very roots shattered, wishing that it was he who was fighting Feipeng.

The crowd watched, smiling without a word.

After three hundred rounds, Feipeng and Yuwen Tuo pulled apart, both breathing slightly rapidly, evidently having consumed much stamina.

"General Feipeng, I think a draw might be better. If we continue, it is impossible not to see blood," Yuwen Tuo said.

"Hahaha, do you think I am afraid of seeing blood?" Feipeng laughed loudly and retorted.

"Of course you aren't afraid, but in a Martial Dao sparring match, we should stop at the limit," Yuwen Tuo said.

"Good, it has been a long time since I felt this exhilarated. Perhaps it is the fate you spoke of, let it be a draw. I hope there will be a day when we can fight again," Feipeng said freely.

Leaving behind these words, Feipeng disappeared from the Arena.