Chapter 52: Fame from a Single Battle
Chapter 52: Fame from a Single Battle
Pincered from the front and back, a single strike meant death!
Mu Qingyuan and Lin Zhengde wore ferocious expressions on their faces. With deadly moves from the start, they tried to join forces and kill Mu Feng, who had no way out. Especially Mu Qingyuan, who gritted his teeth so hard they almost cracked. His longsword gleamed with a green light, and he wished he could stab it through Mu Feng’s chest a thousand, nay, ten thousand times, just to vent the hatred in his heart!
Not only had he failed to humiliate Mu Feng, but he ended up angering himself instead, feeling deeply wronged.
Over the past days, his hatred for this former weak scholar, Mu Feng, had deepened day by day, gnashing his teeth in rage.
Skinny Monkey died under mysterious circumstances, his Personal Guard He Yong was crippled, and his lackey Roaring Sky Tiger was barely hanging on by a thread, lying in bed waiting to die… All of this made him lose almost all face within Mu Manor, to the point where he could hardly hold his head up. The tricks that always worked smoothly on others never went right when applied to Mu Feng, this tough nut! The more schemes he tried, the more wronged he felt. Each time he got his hopes up, each time he ended up frustrated and stifled.
If he didn’t seize this chance to kill Mu Feng now, then when?
The more Mu Qingyuan thought about it, the more resentful he became. He threw caution to the wind and took the initiative to attack, even at the risk of his own life!
“Oh no, they’re attacking together from both sides. This is disastrous!”
“One is the beloved grandson of the Mu Manor’s Elder of Inheritance, the other is the only son of the Jianning Commandant. How can we fight them? Even if you’re more skilled, would you dare actually strike them?”
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More and more people gathered to watch. Seeing the fierce pincer assault from Lin Zhengde and Mu Qingyuan, they shook their heads in dismay, feeling tense.
In their eyes, Mu Feng was doomed to lose even before the fight began! Neither Lin Zhengde nor Mu Qingyuan were people an ordinary person could afford to provoke. If Mu Feng lost, he would probably be hacked to pieces on the spot, with no one daring to avenge him. And even if he was lucky enough to win, what could he do to these two young masters?
“Trash. Even a lot of trash put together is still trash!”
While the crowd was on edge, Mu Feng on the field gave a cold smile.
Just as the Flying Sword whistled toward him, he suddenly sidestepped to avoid it. He flicked a finger lightly against Mu Qingyuan’s sharp longsword, and the latter’s hand went numb, nearly dropping his sword. Then, as Mu Feng prepared to press his advantage and punch him away, a strong sense of danger suddenly came from behind.
He turned his head to see the thin Flying Sword, which had curved around and was now accelerating toward him, already too close for comfort. It seemed that once the sword struck, it would not rest until he was dead, having locked onto his soul’s fluctuations so that no matter where he ran, he couldn’t dodge it!
Whoosh…
The Flying Sword’s attack was unexpectedly swift and fierce. In that split second, even Mu Feng didn’t have time to dodge. He barely managed to tilt his head slightly when the sharp sword grazed his left cheek, drawing a spray of blood.
Powerful!
Mu Feng wiped his wound, looked at the blood on his hand, and his expression turned grim.
The power of a Flying Sword far exceeded what he had imagined! Lin Zhengde’s own skills were negligible, but the Flying Sword he spat out was even more powerful than a Middle Mortal Realm expert!
“Hahaha, luck was on your side that time! Let’s go again. I’m going to chop off your head today and hang it in front of Shangling Terrace!”
Having landed a blow, Lin Zhengde laughed heartily as he looked at Mu Feng’s bloodied left cheek.
His face turning cold, he bit his tongue again and mustered the remaining Spiritual Power in his body for an all-out strike. In this small Jianning City, no one had ever dared to defy him like this. Having gone to such lengths today, if he couldn’t even kill a powerless scholar like Mu Feng, how could he ever hold his head up among the other young masters again?
“Green Serpent Sword!”
Seeing Lin Zhengde strike successfully, Mu Qingyuan also held nothing back, suddenly unleashing the ultimate technique personally taught by his grandfather.
With a furious roar, the sword in his hand buzzed loudly and glowed with a green light. The hard blade twisted unbelievably, like a vicious green serpent. The next moment, it left his hand and shot toward Mu Feng with a “Hu” sound.
Flying Sword in front, Green Serpent behind?
What to do?
Facing the fierce attack from both sides, Mu Feng’s pupils contracted sharply in that instant.
On their own, these two young masters weren’t much, but shockingly, they each wielded a terrifyingly powerful magical treasure. Lin Zhengde’s Flying Sword aside, even Mu Qingyuan’s Green Serpent Sword possessed astonishing power. In an instant, Mu Feng felt as though he were being watched by a giant green serpent, his whole body breaking out in goosebumps.
“Heavens, that’s not an ordinary longsword—it’s a magical treasure!”
“The sword is the serpent, the serpent is the sword. That’s a sword forged from the soul of a ten-thousand-year green serpent. Incredible!”
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The moment Mu Qingyuan made his move, the crowd couldn’t help but cry out in surprise.
No one had expected that the green longsword in his hand would also be a rare treasure, seemingly every bit as powerful as Lin Zhengde’s Flying Sword. With two such magical treasures attacking together, who could withstand them?
Just moments ago, Mu Feng had already been wounded on the left cheek in their first exchange, nearly having his head pierced by the Flying Sword. Now, facing an even fiercer assault, how could he possibly evade it?
The spectators widened their eyes nervously, not even daring to breathe. Some of the more timid ones covered their eyes with their hands, unwilling to see Mu Feng get cut down and die a bloody death.
Gurgle, gurgle, gurgle…
Under the immense pressure from the two magical treasures, a thundering rumble suddenly echoed from within Mu Feng’s body. His blood churned, emitting wisps of bloody mist. Suddenly, everyone sensed a thick, bloody scent and overwhelming killing intent, as if facing a bloodthirsty and violent ancient beast, making them shudder involuntarily.
Blood Refining Art!
At this life-or-death moment, Mu Feng could no longer hold back and decisively unleashed the savage Blood Refining Art.
Hah…
Just as the bloody mist outside his body thickened to the point of being impenetrable, he suddenly let out a fierce shout. The dense blood mist then transformed into a faint, menacing suit of armor. Clink, clink, clink, clink… After a series of crisp sounds, it forcefully blocked the rapid attacks of the Flying Sword and the Green Serpent Sword.
Blood Armor!
At the critical moment, he stood completely still, straining to materialize the phantom of the Blood Armor.
No matter how fast he was, he couldn’t outrun a sharp Flying Sword. Since dodging was impossible, he chose to stand firm, channeling the Ancestral Sorcerer’s Essence Blood and Spiritual Power to form the fearsome Blood Armor.
Although it was only a phantom, it miraculously withstood a wave of intense attacks. Under the assault from the Green Serpent Sword and the Flying Sword, the phantom of the Blood Armor grew increasingly faint, but before it completely dispersed, Lin Zhengde and Mu Qingyuan—both weakened by their dissipated lifestyles—were the first to falter. The Spiritual Power in their bodies was completely drained.
The more powerful the magical treasure, the greater the Spiritual Power it consumed. The two had barely managed to summon their protective treasures. At their current level of strength, they were unable to unleash the full power of these artifacts.
“It is impolite to receive without giving back in return!”
Mu Feng took a step forward, leaving a faint afterimage. With two dull thuds, he punched the two young masters and sent them flying. Then, with a sweeping grab, he seized the now-uncontrolled Green Serpent Sword and Flying Sword.
The two magical treasures struggled wildly as if they had a life of their own. Especially Lin Zhengde’s Flying Sword, which buzzed incessantly, but no matter how hard it tried, it couldn’t break free from his firm grip. The next moment, a thick blood mist surged forth, tightly binding the two treasures before he stored them away into the Breeze Ring on his finger.
“Ah… You brat! How… How dare you take our treasures?”
Lin Zhengde, who had fallen to the ground, shook his dizzy head and happened to turn around just in time to see Mu Feng forcibly seize the Flying Sword. His voice was sharp with rage. Not far away, Mu Qingyuan also looked pained, grinding his teeth in frustration. These were their only protective magical treasures, priceless beyond measure. Losing them would not only greatly reduce their strength, but they would also face severe punishment upon returning home!
“I dare not?”
Mu Feng gave a cold laugh and stepped forward, planting his right foot heavily on Lin Zhengde’s chest.
With a hard twist, Lin Zhengde’s ribs crackled, snapping one after another, and he let out a shrill scream like a stuck pig. He never would have dreamed that Mu Feng, this scholar, would actually dare to strike him. Seeing that things had taken a bad turn, Mu Qingyuan not far away shuddered, scrambled to his feet, and fled without looking back.
Lin Zhengde didn’t know how ruthless Mu Feng could be, but Mu Qingyuan had experienced it several times. This guy even dared to barge into the solemn and dignified Chuangong Hall and kill someone in public—was there anything he wouldn’t do?