Chapter 291

"Want to escape?" Gao Hongfei snorted coldly, and an ice wall rose from the ground, blocking Weilaer's retreat.

Weilaer reacted extremely quickly, leaping up, preparing to flip over.

However, the next moment, a giant hammer smashed down from above his head, directly smashing him to the ground!

"Did I let you escape?" Gao Hongfei sneered.

Boom boom boom, the ice hammers kept smashing down, and Weilaer's sandy body kept shattering.

All the shattered sand grains landed on the ground and were all frozen by the cold ice.

After a few hammers, Weilaer's body size was less than two meters.

"Spare me!" He felt fear, and the threat of death made his eyes show terror!

"Spare you? Have you ever thought about sparing my brother?" Gao Hongfei roared, and terrifying cold air gushed out from his palms.

In a moment, Weilaer was frozen into ice crystals.

Inside the ice crystals, Weilaer's pupils dilated, incredibly terrified.

But he had no way out; he could no longer break free!

"This feeling of fear doesn't feel good, right?" Gao Hongfei asked coldly.

"Chu Xiong must have been very scared at the time, right?" He said to himself.

The next moment, he roared: "Go to hell!"

Boom, the held-high ice hammer fell fiercely.

Boom, Weilaer's body fell apart along with the shattering of the ice crystals.

Gao Hongfei did not stop; he walked toward a piece of the body, and the ice hammer in his hand fell hammer after hammer, until all the sand grains were ground into powder.

Gao Hongfei raised the ice hammer and roared to the sky, venting the anger in his heart.

The Russian soldiers cursed crazily.

The Daxia group only felt incredibly refreshed in their hearts.

"Gao Hongfei did it; he killed Weilaer, hahaha!"

"Gao Hongfei is awesome!"

Many soldiers cheered one after another.

The arrogant momentum on the Russian side finally weakened a bit; after Drake frowned and pondered for a moment, he pointed to one of the ability users and said: "Next battle, you go, kill him!"

This Russian ability user nodded and came to the stage.

This person was tall, and after he came to the arena, his feet were burning with scorching flames, preventing the invasion of the cold air.

This person's combat power was on par with Gao Hongfei's, but Gao Hongfei had just fought a battle, and both his physical strength and ability were somewhat consumed, so he could only end up defeated.

Having Chu Xiong's lesson, Gao Hongfei did not fight to the end; when only one-tenth of his ability remained, he escaped the arena in time.

He returned to Chen Fan and the others, his eyes apologetic: "Brothers, sorry, I couldn't fight to the last moment."

Chen Fan and the other three Jiangcai Camp students spoke one after another: "It's okay, saving your life is what matters!"

Next, the Daxia side sent Zhong Li to the stage; Zhong Li did not fail the mission and fought off the opponent's fire-type ability user.

However, Russia's third person was exceptionally powerful and easily eliminated Zhong Li.

At this point, only Chen Fan and Han Feng remained on the Daxia side.

The morale of the Daxia soldiers was hit hard.

After all, Russia still had three people, and there was a former Grandmaster as the anchor.

The remaining Chen Fan and Zhong Li would definitely not be the opponents of the three Russians.

"Sigh!" The soldiers sighed in their hearts; they, Daxia, had lost this duel, and what was lost was not just the Star Glory Cold Iron mine, but the fact that from now on, on this border line, Daxia soldiers would always be a cut below others.

Han Feng looked at Chen Fan, his face resolute: "Brother Chen, I will try to fight off Russia's third person; the remaining two can only be left to you."

Chen Fan patted his shoulder and comforted him: "Just do your best; leave these three to me, I can do it too!"

Chen Fan did not want to put too much pressure on him, lest he die on the stage like Chu Xiong.

Han Feng nodded and walked onto the arena resolutely.

In this battle, he seemed to have cast aside life and death; he knew he was not the opponent of this Russian, so he only attacked and did not defend.

"I'd rather die taking a step forward than live retreating half a step!"

"National honor is above everything!"

He silently recited the banner posted on the Jiangcai Camp playground.

At this moment, he only had a heart full of patriotism! Life and death were already cast aside!

He might not be as hateful of evil as Chu Xiong, but the patriotism in his heart was no less than Chu Xiong's!

For a full ten minutes, he was fighting, letting the opponent's sharp blade pierce his body.

He did not frown for a moment, until he fell on the arena!

Han Feng died, heroically sacrificing himself!

All Daxia soldiers had bloodshot eyes, and many secretly wiped away tears.

This battle was truly too tragic!

Han Feng fought to the death without retreating, showing the bloodiness of Daxia people to the fullest, but he still lost.

However, on the other side of the border line, the Russian side was full of cheers.

Drake couldn't help but laugh to the sky; he pointed at Chen Fan from afar, his tone extremely disdainful: "I think there's no need for this last person to come up, right? What use can a mere small fourth-rank ability user be? Go home and find your mother."

The Daxia side was already ashen-faced; they knew very well that Chen Fan couldn't change anything; after all, Russia still had three people, and the strength of the last person must be unfathomable.

Cang Yuanba opened his mouth, wanting to admit defeat; he really didn't want Chen Fan to go on stage, because it was truly meaningless.

If Chen Fan's life were to be sacrificed here, it would be an even greater blow to Daxia.

Just when everyone was sighing, Chen Fan took the initiative to stand out; his face was as cold as frost, and he walked toward the arena, his steps unusually firm; at this moment, no one knew how raging the anger in his heart was.

He wanted to kill; he wanted none of the remaining three Russians to live!

"Chen Fan!" Cang Yuanba called him, his brows knitted together: "Chen Fan, let's... just forget it."

Chen Fan shook his head; with national humiliation at stake, how could he forget it?

His two comrades-in-arms had died here!

Chen Fan turned back, saluted the Daxia soldiers behind him, and stepped onto the arena the next moment.

"Chen Fan, stay alive!" The Daxia soldiers cried with red eyes.

On the arena, this Russian ability user was named Jie Fu Wei Lian, and he was a top-tier wind-type ability user.

Seeing Chen Fan really dare to come to the arena, he couldn't help but reveal a cruel smile.

"A small fourth-rank ability user dares to come on stage; you have quite a lot of guts."

Chen Fan did not answer; in his eyes, Jie Fu Wei Lian was already a dead man, and there was indeed no need to talk to a dead man.

"I'm talking to you!" Jie Fu Wei Lian roared and casually slashed out a cyan wind blade.

The cyan wind blade crossed a hundred-meter distance and was already in front of Chen Fan in the blink of an eye.

"Go to hell, kid!" Jie Fu Wei Lian's mouth curled up.

The power of this wind blade was not small; let alone a mere peak fourth-rank ability user, even a fifth-rank, or even a sixth-rank ability user could be easily killed.

However, the wind blade crossed Chen Fan's body, but no blood flowed out.

"Hmm? Afterimage?" Jie Fu Wei Lian couldn't help but frown; the next moment, Chen Fan had already appeared more than ten meters behind him.