Chapter 31: A Fierce Battle (Part 1)

  Outside the Heavenly Fire Cave, countless disciples of the Heavenly Sword Institute had gathered at this time. Most of them were from the Heavenly Fire Cave lineage. Since this battle was a competition for the Heavenly Sword Institute, these disciples all looked extremely excited and everyone came to cheer on their fellow sect members.

  Looking at the excited expressions of his disciples, Lin Yunfeng chuckled and said: "If I win this battle, they might bury me under a pile of stones, one stone per person." After finishing speaking, he chuckled again. Jingyue Master and Zhang Aoxue both showed a hint of surprise, not expecting him to still be able to laugh at this moment, perhaps his nature was optimistic and didn't dwell on things too much.

  "Don't worry, if you're victorious but don't have the strength to fend off those people's stones, I'll be here for you. Dealing with ordinary stones is still something I can handle. Go all out, I'll wait and help you block their stone attacks." After finishing speaking, he patted his shoulder, his eyes filled with encouragement.

  As they walked to the edge of the field, Yi Yuan and his group of four were all staring at the opposite side, where the disciples of Tianjian Academy had gathered. The referee for this match was once again Liu Xinghun from Tianjian Academy. And that Zhang Yu was said to be Liu Xinghun's disciple. Since Yun Feng had also competed against a Tianjian Academy disciple yesterday, today's match had become a reunion of old enemies, making it even more intense. The eyes of those Tianjian Academy disciples all held an unfriendly gaze, clearly still resentful about yesterday's match.

  Look at the sky, it's almost time. Lu Yun said in a low voice: "Be careful, Zhan Yu is very formidable, be cautious." Yun Feng said in a deep voice: "I understand, don't worry, if I can't beat him, I'll just dodge." After finishing speaking, he suddenly smiled and shot straight into the arena.

  On the side of the Heavenly Sword Institute, a young disciple slowly walked up, and it was indeed Zhan Yu. Upon closer inspection, this Zhan Yu was truly extraordinary in appearance, with an air of elegance about him. Unfortunately, his eyes were slightly raised, carrying a hint of arrogance, giving people a sense of being looked down upon. Wearing a green robe, he held a long sword in his hand and quietly gazed at Yun Feng. Meanwhile, Yun Feng also coldly gazed back at him, with a thread of vigilance revealed in her eyes.

  Zhan Yu looked at Yun Feng, a hint of coldness flashing in his eyes, and said in a chilly tone: "Tian Jian Institute's Zhan Yu. I heard you're the one who defeated our Tian Jian Institute's Mu Hua yesterday, Lin Yun Feng. Today, I'll take a good look at your extraordinary skills and see what's so special about them. I hope you won't disappoint me."

  Lin Yunfeng's eyes were serious as he said, "That's right, I am Lin Yunfeng. I heard you're the second-ranked expert among this generation of Tianjian Institute disciples. I was thinking of seeking your guidance, but I wonder if you'll disappoint me?" His tone was tough and directly countered the other person's attitude.

  Zhan Yu's face turned cold, and he said in a low voice: "You'll know soon enough. Don't beg for mercy when the time comes." As soon as he finished speaking, his long sword was inserted into the ground at an angle, and a long sword with a blue glow appeared above Zhan Yu's head, accompanied by a dragon's roar. The blue long sword had a strong light, spinning and flying steadily, and a blue light shot out from the sword, enveloping Zhan Yu. All around, countless disciples of the Tianjian Academy cheered enthusiastically for Zhan Yu, shouting his name to cheer him on.

  Lin Yunfeng's right hand moved slightly, and the long sword cut through the wind with a soft whistle, shooting out a silver light that instantly shot into the air. Lin Yunfeng flipped his right hand over, and the scabbard flew straight out, landing right at Lu Yun's feet. At this time, the Wind-Cutting Sword hovering in mid-air stopped above Lin Yunfeng's head, spinning rapidly to form a pale silver light shield around him, quietly enveloping him within.

  On the field, a fierce battle was about to erupt. On the sidelines, everyone's eyes were fixed on the two people competing, each cheering and encouraging their own supporters. Jingyue Master glanced at Ao Xue and Lu Yun beside him, shaking his head slightly. Lu Yun's heart was also heavy, he clearly sensed that this Zhan Yu's cultivation was far superior to Yun Feng's. This battle for Yun Feng was one with little hope.

  Green light dazzled the eyes, silver light like a dragon, a great battle had already begun. Zhan Yu coldly smiled and suddenly appeared three feet to Lin Yunfeng's left, launching a surprise attack. The long sword danced, countless sword shadows overlapping in mid-air, the rapidly flashing sword stirring up the surrounding air currents, forming an unusually piercing screech that shook one's soul. Green light burst forth like a flame, instantly enveloping Lin Yunfeng. Zhan Yu came out strong from the start, giving Yunfeng a taste of his power.

  Watching Xuan Yu appear, Yun Feng was not surprised at all. The same thing, he would never repeat the same mistake again. With a slight movement of his body, Yun Feng's body shifted three feet to the side while his long sword shot out a burst of silver cold flames, forming a strange flower-like shape that appeared layer by layer in front of him, endless and unstoppable. These constantly appearing silver flowers formed a protective layer, clashing with Xuan Yu's sword at an almost imperceptible speed, exchanging hundreds of blows. The countless sounds of metal clashing were drowned out by the ear-piercing, sky-splitting howls. Around the two, countless lights flickered and flashed, shining with strange and beautiful glows.

  Lin Yunfeng's body borrowed the force of the long sword's impact, and in an instant, he flashed out three zhang, exchanging directions with Zhan Yu. With a cold gaze at Zhan Yu, Lin Yunfeng's face revealed a heavy expression. In their first exchange, although it was a draw, the surprise in his heart was extremely evident. Just from this one move, Lin Yunfeng understood that there was a certain gap between his cultivation and Zhan Yu's. Because of this strike, he had at least exerted above eight layers of strength, while looking at Zhan Yu's calm demeanor, he realized that the latter had used no more than seven layers of power.

  Zhan Yu looked at Yun Feng with a cold and disdainful gaze, his eyes filled with a clear sense of contempt. Yun Feng saw this and couldn't help but feel a slight anger in his heart, he drew his long sword and pounced forward. In mid-air, Yun Feng's right hand flashed 79 times in an instant, 148 swords converged into a dense sword net that shone with a silver light, enveloping Zhan Yu within. Zhan Yu sneered, his long sword flipped to the side, his right hand quickly flipping over. His sword flew out of his hand, continuously flipping over in mid-air, not falling down, it was very strange. At the same time, a strong aura was emitted from his right hand, instantly spreading throughout the entire arena.

  When Yun Feng's sword shadow approached, Zhan Yu smiled slightly and suddenly raised his right hand. The long sword in his hand gathered a wild and explosive force, rushing towards the sword net that Yun Feng had launched. A loud noise was followed by flying dust and countless rocks scattering in all directions with powerful force, startling the onlookers nearby.

  In the flying dust, two human shadows shot out in opposite directions, each retreating a distance of two zhang, cautiously alert to each other. Zhan Yu's expression was calm and his face serene as he gazed at Yun Feng who was covered in dust, his eyes revealing a profound meaning. Yun Feng's hair was somewhat disheveled, the clothes on his chest were torn apart, his face stern and coldly staring at Zhan Yu.

  Zhan Yu said in a cold voice, "I thought you were more formidable, but it turns out you're just like this." Yun Feng's eyes changed slightly, and he was very angry at Zhan Yu's sarcasm. He sneered, "Indeed, I only have this much skill, but yesterday I defeated the disciples of your Tianjian Institute. I wonder what makes the disciples of your Tianjian Institute so superior?" Yun Feng lost the fight but not his tongue, and he fiercely retorted back.

  Zhan Yu's face changed slightly, and he looked at him coldly: "You'll know soon where we're superior. Take out your sword." His body swayed, and a stream of light suddenly stretched out in the arena, the scene was extremely strange. Zhan Yu's body seemed to stretch out, instantly crossing a distance of four zhang. A residual shadow appeared in mid-air, and amidst the crowd's cries of surprise, he appeared right in front of Yun Feng.

  Yun Feng's face changed greatly, he didn't expect his speed to be so fast that even his shadow was left in the air. In a crisis, Yun Feng also couldn't care about many things, and his body suddenly spun with full force. At the same time, the Slashing Wind Sword burst out with a strong sword energy, and every time he spun around, he chopped out 27 swords. Hundreds of sword shadows were formed in an instant, forming a rapidly rotating sword pillar that bounced off all attacks to the surroundings, tightly protecting himself.

  Speed and power, the two combined, burst forth with astonishing might. The second clash between the two, once again collided in a fierce manner. Another loud crash, Yun Feng's body was suddenly repelled by one zhang, after landing, he retreated five steps in a row, before he could even steady himself, Zhan Yu appeared before him once more. A burst of green light shot out, the sword energy crisscrossing and tearing through the air, accompanied by an ear-piercing screech and powerful force, instantly engulfed Yun Feng. Zhan Yu's sword moves were as fast as lightning, each strike filled with boundless power, the ground was blasted by his mighty sword energy, creating countless deep trenches, the surroundings a thick fog.

  On this side, the three people in Yi Garden couldn't help but exclaim in surprise, watching Yun Feng fall into danger, everyone was very worried. Lu Yun looked at Zhan Yu's eyes with a hint of coldness, and he understood that he must be resentful about yesterday's events, wanting to take advantage of this opportunity to severely injure Yun Feng, as revenge. On the other side, Liu Xing Hun's eyes were filled with admiring glances, Lu Yun also saw it, which made him slightly angry in his heart.

  He couldn't have imagined that the Tianjian Academy, as the host, would be so hostile towards disciples from other academies, to the point of wanting to kill them. Such a host is a shame to the entire Xiu Zhen world. Why do people in the Xiu Zhen world engage in martial competitions? Isn't it just to remind everyone not to forget to cultivate diligently, to improve their own cultivation together, and to make more contributions to society? But here, everything has turned into a battle to kill each other, comparing whose cultivation is stronger, and whose methods are more ruthless.

  Yun Feng's face turned pale with shock, and in his heart he secretly cursed Xian Yu for her ruthless tactics. In the midst of crisis, Yun Feng didn't have time to think twice, and with a swift motion, he made a hand seal on his chest, muttering: "Qian Kun Wu Ji, Yin Yang Jie Fa, Yin." As soon as he finished speaking, his body suddenly vanished. The next moment, Yun Feng's body reappeared behind Xian Yu, his long sword swiftly wrapping around her back.

  Zhan Yu had already sensed it the moment Yun Feng disappeared. A master's move often requires locking onto the opponent's body with true energy, and once the opponent makes any movement, they can be clearly seen in an instant. Zhan Yu had learned from his master yesterday that Yun Feng had this move, so he had been on guard against him all along. At this moment, feeling Yun Feng appear behind him, a thread of ruthless cold smile couldn't help but emerge in Zhan Yu's eyes.

  "Shocks the Heavens" three words, suddenly burst out from Zhan Yu's mouth. His body suddenly split into five, and five Zhan Yus appeared on the scene at the same time. One was above, four stood in four directions, surrounding Yun Feng with a beautiful yet extremely dangerous light halo. Zhan Yu's long sword wailed and shook the heavens, countless sword shadows slashed horizontally and vertically, five positions presented five different glows, all mainly cyan, mixed with other colors, very mysterious. From the outside looking in, only saw five Zhan Yus simultaneously launching an attack, five groups of colorful sword shadows merged into one piece, forming a closed space that trapped Yun Feng.

  Yun Feng's face was slightly shocked, he didn't expect that Zhan Yu had already made psychological preparations, his unexpected attack seemed to have fallen through. Looking at the five Zhan Yus attacking simultaneously, Yun Feng could feel the airflow around him, forming a closed space that locked him firmly in the middle. Yun Feng looked at the fierce offensive and steeled himself, determined to go all out. The silver light of the Wind Slashing Long Sword surged forth, unleashing the full power of the Yi Yuan's ultimate technique, the Demon Slaying Sword, swinging out hundreds of swords in an instant, forming a dazzling silver light sphere that protected him in the middle.

  Sword light spinning and flying, two different colors of light intersecting in the midst of dense thunder. Countless lights scattered around, forming a glowing sphere, flashing with an enchanting aura. Yun Feng's right hand moved at its fastest speed, his long sword colliding with Zhan Yu's long sword over a hundred times in the blink of an eye. The immense force shook him pale-faced, with blood threads hanging from the corner of his mouth. Yun Feng's eyes shot out a thread of determination, gritting his teeth, his right hand frantically blocking Zhan Yu's powerful and tyrannical strike.

  The silver light faded, the green light slowed down. As one round of attack was about to end, a figure flew backward. Zhan Yu coldly laughed and stood still in mid-air, watching Yun Feng who was in a sorry state. He didn't continue to chase and kill him. In his eyes, dealing with Yun Feng was too simple, not worth putting much effort into it at all.

  Yun Feng's body flipped and turned in mid-air, scattering droplets of blood that formed a faint, crimson flower. After landing, Yun Feng stumbled backward several steps, swaying violently. The ground was left with numerous bloodstains, all flowing from various parts of Yun Feng's body. At this moment, Yun Feng's face was pale, his lips tightly pursed as he cautiously guarded against Zhan Yu's next attack. Glancing at Lu Yun in the distance, a hint of faint sorrow flashed across Yun Feng's eyes before his expression swiftly returned to its usual resolute state.

  Zhan Yu's cold words and tone said: "What is the excellence of our Tianjian Academy, do you understand now? Looking at your appearance, I'm afraid you still haven't figured it out. Let me make it clearer for you." As soon as these words came out, Zhang Ao Xue and Lu Yun on the side both had a slight change in expression.

  Yun Feng said coldly, "I'm still standing and I don't think you're that impressive. I'll let you know how formidable our Yi Garden is. Come on." As soon as he finished speaking, his body flashed and shot straight at Zhan Yu. In mid-air, Yun Feng's body suddenly disappeared, losing all trace of his presence. At this moment, Yun Feng began to execute a stealth attack.

  Zhan Yu's eyes changed slightly, and a purple glow suddenly burst out around him, tightly protecting himself. The long sword trembled, drawing strange trajectories around him, carefully guarding against the invisible Yun Feng. A flash of silver light, Yun Feng appeared above Zhan Yu's head, a dazzling sword pillar suddenly chopped down. Severely chopping onto Zhan Yu's long sword, he was shocked to the ground. Yun Feng coldly laughed, his body once again hidden, preparing for the next attack.