King of Hundred Victories Saber

Chapter 24: Chapter 22: Rematch at Snow Eagle Castle 5

The Hundred Victories Saber Technique practiced by Shi Feiyang is indeed a highly concise martial art, consisting of only nine moves.

The essence of this saber technique lies in the fact that each move must be executed by slashing the saber three times in rapid succession within an extremely short timeframe. The interval between these three slashes must be controlled to a fleeting moment, not exceeding even the duration of a blink amid the flickering saber light.

In the midst of the dazzling saber light, how many can truly refrain from blinking?

To reach this state, the cultivator must master a high-level inner power technique known as ”harmonizing qi with the saber.”

This technique requires the cultivator to regulate their breathing to synchronize with the saber rhythm, thereby achieving the supreme state of ”the saber moves with the mind, the mind follows the qi.” Only in this condition can the cultivator unleash three consecutive slashes in a very short period without any delay.

It is this seemingly simple saber technique that contains tremendously powerful enemy-killing potency.

Therefore, each slash can be executed in the moment when the opponent cannot react, achieving the effect of surprising and catching them off guard. The simplicity and efficiency of this saber technique often grant Shi Feiyang an absolute advantage in battle, making him a formidable opponent difficult for his foes to contend with.

At this moment, the duel between Shi Feiyang and Wu Rushan is essentially a confrontation between simplicity and complexity.

Thus, previously Wu Rushan had to retreat to study the complex Reverse Two-Yi Saber Technique.

Now, Wu Rushan is simultaneously wielding saber and palm techniques, his saber gleaming like lightning, his palm wind roaring like a storm, saber slashing, palm sweeping, palm cutting, saber blocking.

Clang clang! In the midst of flashing blades and shadowy swords, Wu Rushan and Shi Feiyang are locked in fierce battle, like two torrential currents violently colliding. Wu Rushan’s saber technique resembles a dragon soaring through the seas, each move containing endless power and variation, seemingly capable of cleaving through heaven and earth, severing wind and clouds.

Whereas Shi Feiyang’s saber technique is unstoppable, the saber blade pointing, nothing indestructible, as if able to cut through all obstacles, sever all constraints.

Wu Rushan’s palm and saber wind display astonishing strength and ferocity, sweeping over like a torrential storm.

However, amid this fierce fight, Liu Guihua nestled happily against Shi Feiyang’s back does not feel the wind stirred up by Wu Rushan’s palm blade. She feels perplexed as to why she can maintain such tranquility amid this intense battle.

Then she notices that she and Shi Feiyang are surrounded by a faint white mist.

This white mist seems to form a natural barrier, isolating the external noise and violence.

Liu Guihua is filled with astonishment and doubt, unable to determine the source or the power contained within this white mist which dissolves Wu Rushan’s stormy assault invisibly. She tightly grips Shi Feiyang’s clothing, feeling the firmness and stability he transmits. Shi Feiyang is like a towering mountain, standing unwavering despite external turmoil, providing her with the most solid support.

At this moment, Wu Rushan’s assault appears increasingly impotent.

His expression becomes more twisted, his eyes like a beast burning with rage, fixedly staring at Shi Feiyang and Liu Guihua.

Yet, no matter how hard he tries, the layers of white mist are like an unbridgeable chasm, blocking his advance. Liu Guihua secretly feels fortunate that without Shi Feiyang’s presence, she may have perished at Wu Rushan’s hands long ago.

She vows to remember this kindness for life.

Now, Shi Feiyang slightly closes his eyes, seeming to communicate with some force within him.

And the layers of white mist also undulate with his breath, seemingly responding to his call.

Liu Guihua can sense that Shi Feiyang is gathering a powerful force, preparing to deliver a lethal blow to Wu Rushan.

In this fierce battle, Xiao Lingling is undoubtedly in an extremely dangerous situation. After witnessing this duel, Wu Wei harbors a malicious plan and loudly shouts, ”Brothers, get in! Take down that hateful woman.”

Immediately, she points her sword at Xiao Lingling.

The other seven experts instantly grasp Wu Wei’s intention. These individuals are renowned in Liaodong Martial Arts, by no means ordinary, not only are their martial skills outstanding but their thinking agile. Holding their respective weapons, they launch a coordinated attack on Xiao Lingling, intending to put her to death, thereby disturbing Shi Feiyang’s mind, enabling Wu Rushan to swiftly resolve Shi Feiyang.

Wu Dong’s Coiled Dragon Whip is wielded with remarkable speed, causing Xiao Lingling to break out in cold sweat, nearly unable to resist.

At this moment, Xiao Lingling secretly observes Shi Feiyang’s failure to defeat Wu Rushan in a short time, and hearing Wu Rushan’s intermittent roar, her heart is filled with worry and unease.

She knows well that the outcome of this fight will determine her survival, whether she can continue to accompany her child who has not yet turned one year old. Suddenly, eight experts holding their respective weapons simultaneously attack her, and Xiao Lingling involuntarily releases a sigh of despair, ”Unexpectedly, tonight shall be Xiao Lingling’s end, how pitiful for my child still in swaddling clothes!”

Her heart is filled with desperation and helplessness, as if already foreseeing the end of her life.

In this tense and perilous moment, Wu Dong suddenly unleashes a reverse whip.

Xiao Lingling instinctively responds swiftly, her body leaping sideways, successfully evading the whip’s tip attack.

However, the momentum of the whip’s tip collides violently with the Myanmar Saber tightly gripped by Xiao Lingling. Xiao Lingling feels sharp pain in her tiger’s mouth, unable to grip the saber hilt any longer, hearing two crisp ”clang clang” sounds, the Myanmar Saber slips from her hand, falling to the ground.

Simultaneously, ”Eagle” Wu Wei swiftly swings his saber in a slash.

Xiao Lingling’s form totters, nearly collapsing to the ground, unsteady and powerless to counter-attack.

She can only close her eyes, awaiting the arrival of death.

Yet, at this critical juncture, a loud ”crunch” resounds, Wu Wei suddenly is struck on the back of the head by Wu Rushan’s palm.

Wu Rushan’s palm force is potent, directly resulting in Wu Wei’s skull shattering.

Wu Wei’s corpse falls heavily, simultaneously tripping Wu Wei, the splattered blood dyes Wu Wei into a blood-soaked figure, rendering it difficult to discern her true identity. The surrounding air carries a strong smell of blood, suffocating.

Xiao Lingling quickly opens her eyes, seeing Shi Feiyang glaring furiously, his form fierce as a tiger, blocking between her and Wu Rushan.

Wu Wei barely picks herself up, terrified beyond belief by this sudden turn of events, her face turning pale as paper.

Shi Feiyang snorts coldly, his form like lightning, grabbing Wu Wei’s collar, lifting her high, angrily rebuking, ”You people, for selfish desires, do not hesitate to harm martial arts comrades. However, considering you are just a young girl, I let you go this time, hoping you will henceforth conduct yourself well. Otherwise, next time, I will not spare you.” With that, Shi Feiyang forcefully throws Wu Wei to the ground.

Bang! Ah! Wu Wei lets out a pained cry, her entire body limp on the ground, unable to move.

Xiao Lingling watches this scene, a feeling of indescribable gratitude surging in her heart.

If not for Shi Feiyang’s timely rescue, she would have already met her end.