“Alright! Watch the blade!”
Jianshou did not waste time; the sword he had been wiping in his hands just a moment ago was already striking toward Ye Feng!
The disciples below were all shocked…
“So fast!”
“Is this the power of the top disciple of the Wandering Sword Sect today?”
Ye Feng, however, reacted quickly.
He parried with his sword and immediately launched a counterattack.
This strike was mostly a probe, so Jianshou turned slightly and dodged the attack.
“What are you hesitating for?”
Jianshou immediately sensed that the person before him was hiding his true strength.
He asked with a tone of confusion, his voice audible only to the two of them.
Ye Feng smiled slightly.
He was wondering whether he should use the Seven Killing Arts and the Dragon-Subduing Tiger-Subduing Fist—it would be very troublesome if those old bald monks came after him for using the latter.
“I am thinking about which technique to use.”
Jianshou frowned slightly, his sharp, bright blue sword eyes filled with disdain.
“In the heat of battle, you still have time to think about which move to use?”
With a flick of his wrist, the sword qi emitted from Jianshou’s blade surged in layer after layer, like an endless ocean wave, yet every ray of sword light carried lethal sharpness.
A sect elder below praised: “The Canglang Sword Art of your Wandering Sword Sect is truly marvelous. The sword qi is endless like ocean waves, yet each strike is incredibly sharp.”
When the elders of the Wandering Sword Sect saw their disciple shining so brightly, they could not suppress their grins: “Hehe, you are too kind, you are too kind.”
However, the next scene made everyone’s jaws drop…
Facing the endless siege of sword qi, Ye Feng used the exact same technique!
“Canglang Sword Art!”
In an instant, the arena was filled with sword light, and the air was thick with sharp sword energy.
“Canglang Sword Art?!”
Jianshou was distracted for a moment upon seeing the technique Ye Feng used: “Why do you…”
“Did your master not teach you to focus while fighting!”
While moving and shifting, Ye Feng left behind a phantom image; he moved like a ghost and appeared directly behind Jianshou…
“Sword Technique!”
A brilliant white light burst forth.
Ye Feng was knocked back to the edge of the arena and barely managed to stop his momentum.
Jianshou’s eyes turned completely bright blue, with sword energy flickering within them from time to time.
The disciples below were shocked again, both at Jianshou’s strength and at the fact that Ye Feng could force Jianshou to reveal his trump card.
The Wandering Sword Sect elder, who had been laughing earlier, could no longer smile.
He recognized the Canglang Sword Art Ye Feng used, but what made him even more nervous was that Jianshou had almost been knocked off the arena because he was momentarily lost in thought!
It would be the ultimate humiliation if Jianshou were knocked off the stage by a nameless nobody.
“So that’s how it is. So you are the one my master spoke of.”
Jianshou’s expression turned serious.
“The Canglang Sword Art belongs to our Wandering Sword Sect, but I do not wish to pursue old debts today. If you can withstand my three strikes, everything from the past will be wiped clean.”
Ye Feng laughed, speaking in a volume only the two of them could hear: “Strictly speaking, I am your senior brother. Come on, Junior Brother, let me show you the true sword technique of a senior.”
….
As the two were at daggers drawn, Zhu Lan felt something was wrong from the sidelines.
Why was Ye Feng being so restrained today?
He had too many powerful techniques that he could not use due to his concerns.
But his opponent was the strongest monstrous genius of the Wandering Sword Sect; if he did not go all out, he would undoubtedly lose.
Thinking of this, Zhu Lan trotted up to the Holy Maiden and tried to get close to her: “Hello, Holy Maiden…”
….
The two on the arena had reached a white-hot stage.
Forced into a corner, Ye Feng could no longer hold back, using the Seven Killing Arts in every move to clash with Jianshou.
The disciples below were shocked to their cores, almost unable to speak.
The strength displayed by the two on stage was no less than that of the Golden Core realm.
If it were Jianshou, that would be one thing, but what kind of person was this Ye Feng?
Why had they never heard of such a genius before?
Almost every disciple below wanted to utter the same sentiment:
Two monsters.
“CLANG!”
After another round of clashes, Ye Feng’s condition was clearly much worse than Jianshou’s.
“You are quite good, but if this is all you have—then this is the end!”
Jianshou stepped back, his sword eyes activated…
A rustic and heavy, heaven-piercing will erupted!
“Withstand this sword of mine, and I shall count it as your victory!”
A terrifying power condensed on the sword in Jianshou’s hand.
Every disciple below was moved.
“Is Jianshou unleashing his strongest attack?”
“Why? I see that if they just fought for a few more minutes, Ye Feng would definitely be knocked out of the ring due to his heavy injuries.”
“Right, he just had to stall for a while!”
“You don’t understand! This is the pride of a genius! They disdain cheap tricks. There is one and only one way to win—and that is to crush the opponent head-on!”
At the last moment, the Sect Leader of the Yaochi Holy Land appeared above the arena.
She pushed with both hands, and a massive amount of spiritual energy enveloped the ring, blocking the sight of those outside.
Seeing this, Ye Feng finally breathed a sigh of relief.
He laughed, and a deep red, violent spiritual energy seeped out from his skin, which began to crack inch by inch.
He gripped the air, and the Linyuan Sword appeared!
He had already recognized which technique Jianshou was about to use.
“Junior Brother, let me show you what a true sword technique is.”
At this moment, Jianshou had finished condensing the power within his sword and swung it.
A vast, majestic, and terrifying sword aura took shape…
“Sword Technique—Slay Demons!”
“Sword Technique—Eliminate Devils!”
Two heaven-shaking white lights suddenly appeared in the world.
The violent wave of sword qi that rose up broke through the Sect Leader’s spiritual barrier and flipped a circle of disciples below.
Several elders struck instantly to suppress the rampaging sword energy.
When everything returned to calm, the only ones standing in the center of the field were a completely dazed Jianshou and Ye Feng, who was half-crouched and panting heavily.
Jianshou could not believe it; in the path of the sword, he had actually…
In the path of the sword, he had actually lost to someone else.
“Your strength is on par with Daozi. We shall settle the score next time.”
“Why… why do you know the Sword Technique as well? Who on earth are you?”
Jianshou’s mind was unstable.
He desperately wanted to know who his opponent really was.
Why did he not only know the legendary Canglang Sword Art of the Wandering Sword Sect, but also the secret, un to transmit technique of his master—the Sword Technique.
“Why…”
Jianshou spat out a large mouthful of blood and collapsed straight onto his back.
Ye Feng sighed.
People these days were quite talented, but their mental fortitude was getting worse and worse.
If they could not handle a little setback like this, how would they ever become stronger?
Why did he know the Sword Technique?
Because these three moves of the sword technique were created by him in the first place!