Chapter 76: Variable
The muscular man was completely enraged by Feng Shi. Blood-red color flooded his eyes, and his surrounding spiritual energy instantly surged. Looking up to the sky, he let out a loud shout and charged to tackle Feng Shi fiercely.
This disordered yet powerful spiritual energy scraped around Feng Shi like knife edges, forcibly trapping him.
A cornered dog will jump over a wall. With this sudden explosive burst from the man, it was indeed somewhat overwhelming. Feng Shi’s waist was grabbed, and he was thrown in a suplex toward the ground.
Fortunately, he protected his body in time and wasn’t injured deeply.
Feng Shi didn’t dare to slack off. Channeling spiritual energy into his leg, he delivered a direct kick to the opponent’s face.
The muscular man stumbled backward several steps. With half of his face swollen, he roared and was about to charge at him again. Seeing his abnormal state, Feng Shi hastily circulated his qi, materializing it into solid form, and struck several acupoints on his body.
Seizing the opportunity, he dashed forward and mercilessly beat the opponent hundreds of times like a sandbag.
His fists were wrapped in spiritual energy, each punch connecting solidly with flesh. Before the muscular man could even react, he felt the pain, spat blood, and collapsed to the ground.
Stepping on the opponent’s head, Feng Shi half-squatted and wiped a trace of blood from the corner of his mouth. Forcibly suppressing the opponent with his aura, he frowned and said: “Concede. Otherwise, it looks like you’re going to explode and die.”
This person was bright red all over, and wisps of hot steam were seeping out of his pores. At a glance, it was obvious he had suffered some sort of backlash, yet he still maintained an unyielding look, shouting repeatedly: “Stinking brat! Don’t even think about beating me! I am at the peak of the Jindan stage! How could you possibly beat me!”
Feng Shi clicked his tongue and shook his head. He licked the broken cut inside his mouth and spat out a mouthful of faintly bloody saliva: “Don’t you have any f*cking idea how you got this ‘Jindan peak’? Cut the crap and get down!”
Saying so, he directly grabbed the man by his collar, lifted him entirely, and kicked him off the stage like a soccer ball.
The observing crowd: “…Wow…”
Having finally dealt with this person, Feng Shi dusted off his hands and put on a smiling face again.
His gaze shifted around, finally landing on Shen Songhe in the distance.
The other party happened to be looking at him too. Seeing him look over, his tense expression softened with a touch of gentleness, and he gave a slight nod.
Feeling cheerful, Feng Shi blew a whistle, caught a flower tossed from the sky in his mouth, raised an eyebrow, and gave a provocative smile to the Qingyun Zong people on the side.
The disciples and elders of Qingyun Zong: (╬▔皿▔)
The surrounding crowd boiled over with voices. Some cheered, while others told Feng Shi to quickly concede the next match. Feng Shi responded to all of it with a smile.
On the other side, looking at the incredibly triumphant Feng Shi below, Elder Qi was about to grind his old teeth to dust. Slamming the table, he cursed angrily: “Wretch! Wretch! Mutilating this old man’s child was one thing! And you dare to be so provocative! This old man will kill him!”
“Yan Ze!”
Beside him, Yan Ze, dressed all in black, stepped forward upon hearing his voice and bowed to him: “Shizun.”
Elder Qi’s face was purple-red. A trace of viciousness slipped through his eyes as he stared straight at Feng Shi: “No matter what, I want you to kill this person! Kill him!”
Without any hesitation, Yan Ze replied respectfully: “Yes, Shizun.”
Feng Shi was still joking around with the observing crowd. Behind him, Yan Ze had already flown onto the stage.
Still in that black attire, with a black veil covering his face and revealing only a pair of narrow, long eyes, he cupped his fists and bowed to Feng Shi.
Feng Shi spat out the flower in his mouth and returned the bow.
Who knew that in the next instant, Yan Ze would attack him directly without even a greeting, as if he couldn’t wait for him to die.
The other party’s spiritual energy split like spider silk, entangling Feng Shi’s body like vines.
In an instant, Feng Shi fell to a disadvantage.
The opponent’s realm was higher than his; once bound, struggling would be fruitless.
Seeing the other party’s long sword striking toward him.
At the critical moment, the youth’s well-defined hand gently grasped the empty air, and a pitch-black sword hilt appeared out of nowhere in his hand.
Within a cluster of ethereal, thick fog sparking with faint lightning, the tip of a sharp sword blade was revealed. An overwhelming, flood-like momentum instantly swept over everyone present.
At the same time, the sky and clouds suddenly changed. The originally clear, cloudless sky was instantly filled with tumbling seas of clouds.
Seeing this miraculous sight, the surrounding people craned their necks. The sect elders seated in the high seats abruptly stood up, their expressions grave, staring unblinkingly at Feng Shi and the long sword that had appeared out of thin air in his hand.
Feng Shi gripped the sword hilt tightly and pulled with force.
Wucheng broke free from the thick fog, emitting an ear-piercing sword whistle. Riding the momentum, it shattered Yan Ze’s spiritual energy bindings and knocked away the long sword thrusting straight for Feng Shi’s face.
Unable to withstand it, the long sword in Yan Ze’s hand instantly snapped. The broken shards of iron stabbed fiercely into the ground.
This sword was also a top-tier item, but before Wucheng, it was nothing more than this.
A pitch-black heavy sword, several feet in blade length. Just looking at it, it seemed to weigh a thousand jins, yet it was effortlessly lifted in Feng Shi’s hand.
Feng Shi casually performed a sword flourish, took a step back, raised an eyebrow, and chuckled lightly: “Shixiong, your sword broke.”
Yan Ze ignored him, his gaze fixing on the heavy sword in his hand, but his expression changed slightly. The hand holding the sword was slightly numb from the shock, and he couldn’t help but accelerate his attacks.
At this very moment, the spectators outside the stage had completely blown up, shouting and clamoring in total chaos.
No one had expected that the Wucheng sword, which had been silent for a hundred years, had truly reemerged in the world! Not only that, but the master it acknowledged was actually a greenhorn junior whose hair hadn’t even fully grown!
“Bizarre, how bizarre! This Wucheng could actually acknowledge a master for a second time! Truly bizarre!”
“The rumors from a few days ago were actually true! This is the second time in my life I’ve seen the Wucheng sword! Its might hasn’t diminished in the slightest! Truly worthy of being the head of the immortal swords!”
“It seems the victor of this battle is hard to determine!”
Listening to the discussions of the crowd, Elder Qi’s eyes widened. Staring at that heavy sword, his teeth trembled slightly.
If he had felt earlier that it would take no effort at all for Yan Ze to kill Feng Shi, he didn’t dare be so certain now.
Below, the battle between the two was deadlocked, turning into two thin, black and white shadows.
Feng Shi used a hundred percent of his focus to cope, yet still felt somewhat strained. He thought to himself: Even if it’s a hollow Yuanying stage, it’s still fundamentally different from the Jindan stage.
[Host, the opponent’s killing intent toward you is extremely heavy. Your win rate is affected by this and has dropped to 50%. Do you wish to use the opportunity to kill an enemy above your level?]
Feng Shi spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva and gritted his teeth: “Use my ass. A 50% win rate, why can’t it be that I win?”
Saying so, he lifted his sword and fought again.
[That’s good too, this way Host can absorb practical combat experience. However, if Host’s life is in danger, Qingqing will automatically choose to use it for you~]
Seeing that both sides had exhausted all their strength, Elder Qi on the stands couldn’t sit still anymore. Ignoring all face, he slammed the railing and shouted: “Yan Ze! Quickly! Kill him!”
Yan Ze was like a puppet; the moment Elder Qi shouted, his attacks instantly grew denser.
Feng Shi took several hits in a row, unable to withstand it, and spat a mouthful of blood.
On the other side, Shen Songhe clenched his fists tightly, only Feng Shi remaining in his vision.
The faces of everyone in Chongshan Zong were taut, each of them wishing they could personally enter the arena to help Feng Shi out.
How could Qiu Changzhou stand watching Elder Qi be so arrogant? Seeing the other party being so shameless, he also abandoned his face and cursed loudly: “Your grandma’s, Qi Zhongtian! If anything happens to Feng Shi, I will definitely tear down your Qingyun Zong!”
This time, Elder Qi was so enraged he vomited blood, unable to curse back at him anymore, and was subsequently held back by the Zhangmen of Qingyun Zong.
Feng Shi could no longer hear the sounds of the outside world; his entire mind and body were focused on the battle against Yan Ze.
Suddenly, a flying needle the length of a thumb pierced through the barrier. With unstoppable speed and power, it shot straight for Feng Shi’s back.
Following that, the system’s ear-piercing alarm blasted in Feng Shi’s mind.
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