King of Hundred Victories Saber

Chapter 107: Chapter 78: Azure Luan Cold Pool: Shi Feiyang vs. Liu Yanran, Ultimate Showdown

In this intense clash, amidst the flicker of swords and blades, Shi Feiyang gradually captured the flaw of the Thousand Rivers Moon Shadow Sword Technique. Although this swordsmanship is agile and ever-changing, the gleam of the sword seems like a stream of stars, leaving one dazzled and mesmerized, yet each style and move always contains a subtle, hard-to-detect pattern.

That pattern is hidden within the sword’s light transitions, like the faint yet constant starlight in the night sky.

Shi Feiyang felt a sense of joy in his heart, finding hope in the darkness, and immediately adjusted his offensive. The Muscle-Tendon Changing and Bright Jade Technique operated at full strength within him, with True Qi surging like a tidal wave through his veins. The Myanmar Saber in his hand slashed fiercely toward the flaw, like a dragon venturing into the sea, wrapped in a fierce wind.

Only a ”bang” was heard, akin to a thunderous roar in the sky, and the gleam of the sword suddenly dispersed, vanishing like a shattered dream.

Liu Yanran staggered back, water splashing on the surface of the cold pool beneath her feet. Her face was as pale as paper, her blood surging, filled with shock, never expecting that her painstakingly honed sword technique would be discerned for flaws by Shi Feiyang.

Seizing the opportunity, Shi Feiyang advanced, lightly stepping on the water as if walking on flat land, the Myanmar Saber pointing coldly at her throat, mockingly saying, ”Your Thousand Rivers Moon Shadow Sword Technique is nothing much.” His voice echoed over the cold pool, carrying undeniable confidence and dominance.

Witnessing this scene, Liu Yanran’s expression changed instantly, first with astonishment, then quickly regaining composure. She took a deep breath, her aura abruptly transforming, infusing the sword technique continuously with the Power of Cold Pool Profound Ice.

Suddenly, the mist over the cold pool became denser, like a tangible white barrier, shrouding the entire cold pool in even greater mystery and unpredictability.

She unleashed ultimate water-related divine skills like ”Ice Dragon’s Roar” and ”Cold Plum Attack,” combined with Mist Concealment Body Technique, launching a full-scale assault on Shi Feiyang.

Shi Feiyang felt the surrounding temperature drop sharply, the cold wind slicing like blades, and his vision blurred, plunging into a chaotic world of ice and snow. He knew that this was Liu Yanran’s illusion realm created with the Power of Cold Pool Profound Ice, and if not dispelled timely, he’d likely find himself hopelessly trapped.

Thus, Shi Feiyang focused his mind, activating his inner power, concentrating heat in his eyes. In an instant, his eyes erupted with scorching brilliance, piercing through the mist.

He saw an ice dragon swirling in the air, baring its claws and teeth, carrying a howling cold wind, lunging at him.

Wherever the ice dragon passed, the air seemed to freeze, emitting a ”creak” sound. Shi Feiyang shifted his form sideways, as agile as a phantom, and swung the Myanmar Saber, the saber aura colliding with the ice dragon, producing a crisp cracking sound.

The ice dragon shattered instantly, disintegrating into tiny ice crystals, splashing countless small splashes on the cold pool surface.

Immediately after, clusters of cold plum blossoms bloomed in the air, carrying piercing chill, striking at Shi Feiyang.

The petals of the cold plum were like sharp blades, slicing through the air with streaks of cold light.

Shi Feiyang moved like the wind, dodging skillfully, each sidestep and leap precise while searching for an opportunity to counterattack.

At this moment, Liu Yanran’s figure flickered amidst the mist, melded with this illusion realm, sometimes like an illusory shadow, sometimes like a real presence, elusive and unpredictable.

Shi Feiyang felt a tremor in his heart, instantly realizing the crux of this illusion realm.

He suddenly swung the Myanmar Saber, the saber blade glimmering with golden light, the saber aura like lightning, aiming directly at Liu Yanran’s true location.

A crisp sound was heard, like shattering an invisible barrier, and the mist suddenly dispersed, revealing Liu Yanran’s figure entirely.

Her expression slightly altered, a trace of surprise flashing in her eyes, evidently not expecting Shi Feiyang to break her illusion so swiftly. Yet she quickly adjusted her mindset, as the dominant force in Liaodong Martial Arts, her will was solid as a rock.

She swung her sword again to attack Shi Feiyang, the sword light flickering, like an agile serpent with deadly menace. The two once more engaged in a fierce clash, sword and saber light intertwining, difficult to resolve.

Liu Tingting, Gong Ci’en, Gong Yao’en, Wu Chi, Li Jinming, and Li Xiaolin rushed over upon hearing the news, witnessing the astonishing fierce battle. They stood on the shore, deeply stunned by the scene before them.

Around the cold pool, mist intertwined with the night, creating a mysterious and tense atmosphere. Moonlight scattered on the cold pool surface, shimmering, yet disturbed into waves by the intense internal energy clash between the two.

Liu Tingting stood on the shore, hands clenched tightly, knuckles pale, nails almost embedded into her palms.

Her celestial beauty was slightly distorted by anger and tension, her eyes locked on Shi Feiyang, filled with hatred. Her brows like distant hills furrowed slightly in anger; her eyes like autumn water now burned with raging fury. Her fair cheeks flushed with emotion, like the evening glow in the sky.

She had never seen her mother engage in a duel so seriously before, nor did she expect Shi Feiyang to match her mother evenly. Moreover, his martial arts showed signs of rapid progress, leaving her shocked and unwilling to accept it.

Gong Ci’en and Gong Yao’en exchanged a glance, seeing surprise and admiration in each other’s eyes.

They knew that both Liu Yanran and Shi Feiyang were incredibly talented individuals, and this duel would undoubtedly become an unforgettable scene in their hearts. Jin Liufu looked on with fascination at the fierce battle within the cold pool, completely immersed in this feast of martial arts. He murmured to himself, ”Absolutely extraordinary! Such a duel might be difficult to encounter even once in a lifetime.”

Wu Chi, Li Jinming, Li Xiaolin, and others also had grave expressions, understanding that the significance of this duel was not only in the outcome but also in the rise or fall of the Divine Water Palace.

At this moment, water splashes erupted in the cold pool. Each clash between Liu Yanran and Shi Feiyang was filled with power and technique, making it hard for one to take their eyes away.

Liu Yanran’s swordsmanship grew increasingly uncanny, with the sword light flickering like countless willow catkins dancing in the wind, seemingly gentle yet hiding deadly intent. Each transition between sword moves was seamless, making it difficult to fathom. Meanwhile, Shi Feiyang’s Hundred Victories Saber Technique was extraordinarily fierce, the saber wind howling, with each swing carrying the momentum of landslides and tsunamis, saber light shining as brightly as the scorching sun.

Shi Feiyang gradually detected a flaw in Liu Yanran’s swordsmanship. Feeling delighted, he quickly seized the opportunity to unleash the ”Golden Dragon Coils Claw” of the Hundred Victories Saber Technique. The blade twisted like a golden dragon, combining offense and defense. However, before the move was completed, he suddenly transitioned to ”Furious Sea Surging Waves,” true qi surging like a storm, launching a fierce attack on Liu Yanran.

The white mist emitted by his Bright Jade Technique countered Liu Yanran’s icy true qi, the mist roiling like a sea of clouds, resisting the intrusion of cold air. The saber vibrated, emitting a buzzing sound, shattering the ice crystal illusions, steps tracing fiery imprints on the lake surface. Each step made the water of the cold pool boil instantly, then swiftly cooled into a thin ice layer.

Liu Yanran was surprised, not expecting Shi Feiyang to identify her weakness so quickly.

But she reacted swiftly, adjusting her sword momentum, using Yirou Ke Gang to counter Shi Feiyang’s stormy assault with ”Willow Catkins Fluttering.”

In an instant, Liu Yanran’s sword light was as light as willow catkins, gliding seamlessly through the gaps in Shi Feiyang’s saber wind yet concealing lethal intent, each thrust of the sword carrying an eerie force, attempting to disrupt Shi Feiyang’s saber momentum.

The two engaged in a fierce and evenly matched duel. The water splashes in the cold pool were stirred by their inner strength, rising ever higher, as if threatening to pierce the sky.

The people on the shore watched with their jaws agape, never having seen such a high level of duel before. Every move of Liu Yanran and Shi Feiyang was a perfect blend of strength and beauty, creating longing in those who watched.

At this moment, Shi Feiyang suddenly unleashed his Hundred Victories Saber Technique’s ultimate move—”Hundred Victories Saber Glare.” The blade suddenly emitted a dazzling light, akin to the scorching sun at noon, making it impossible to look directly at it. Wherever the light reached, the mist over the cold pool instantly vanished, reflecting the surface as if it were daylight.

Liu Yanran’s heart tightened, fully aware of the power of this move. She immediately gathered all her power, using ”Icy Seal the Heaven” to respond. The sword light froze like icy coldness, attempting to freeze Shi Feiyang’s saber glare.

However, Shi Feiyang’s saber glare was as intense as burning flames, swiftly melting the ice and continuing toward Liu Yanran.

In this critical moment, Liu Yanran had a sudden inspiration, deliberately exposing a flaw to lure Shi Feiyang into a trap.

Shi Feiyang indeed took the bait, striking with his saber toward Liu Yanran’s vulnerable spot. But Liu Yanran swiftly sidestepped, then counterattacked with a sword aimed straight at Shi Feiyang’s chest. Shi Feiyang did not anticipate Liu Yanran resorting to such a cunning move.

Nonetheless, Shi Feiyang reacted swiftly, sidestepping in time to dodge.

Despite this, Liu Yanran’s sword edge still tore through his clothes, revealing his skin.

The spectators gasped collectively, unprepared for the duel to be so thrilling, each and every move tugged at their heartstrings. The people of Cyan Simurgh Palace were extremely tense, worried about the safety of their Grand Squad Leader Shi Feiyang.

Xiao Lingling, Jin Liufu, Gongsun Ren, and others were drenched in sweat, their hearts in their throats.

Unnoticed, the bright moon had already sunk into the western horizon, while the sparse stars faintly flickered in the night sky. Between heaven and earth, it suddenly became pitch black, enveloped by an endless night.

Everything around was swallowed by this profound darkness, silently merging into this unending blackness. A slight breeze blew through, bringing a hint of chill, causing a shiver involuntarily.

The soldiers on both sides ignited their torches, the firelight appearing particularly bright in the dark.

At Cyan Simurgh Peak, countless torches were lit in unison, resembling a massive fiery dragon, winding its way through the pitch-black night, illuminating the fierce duel ever more thrillingly.