King of Hundred Victories Saber

Chapter 138: Chapter 105: Duel of Souls: Hundred Victories Saber Technique Versus Seven Severing Despair Palm

Shi Feiyang grew more valiant the longer he fought, his face radiating a confident smile that resembled the warm sun of spring, dispelling the surrounding gloom and bringing a touch of warmth and hope to this brutal battle.

As the Bright Jade Technique circulated, a faint halo, like frost and snow, enveloped his entire body, as if draping him in a layer of mystical armor. At this moment, his eyes burned with fierce determination, like two blazing flames, fiercely locking onto the black-robed man.

Shi Feiyang’s lips curled into a confident yet slightly contemptuous arc, as he executed the ”Raging Wave Furious Slash” from the Hundred Victories Saber Technique. His arm muscles instantly tensed, veins bulging like small snakes ready to strike.

His gaze revealed resoluteness as he tightly gripped the Myanmar Saber with both hands, raising it high and striking down fiercely towards the black-robed man.

The saber, carrying the strength of his entire body, rushed forward like a surging wave, sweeping toward the black-robed man with the power of a mountain-crushing force.

As the blade cut through the air, it emitted a ”woo woo” howl, akin to the roar of the ocean, filled with infinite power, seemingly intent on devouring everything in its path. His movements were fluid and forceful, every swing of the saber meticulously crafted, brimming with strength and grace, as if performing a heart-pounding dance, each move precise and lethal.

His eyes remained fixed on the every move of the black-robed man, with a focus suggesting that the entire world was reduced to just him and his opponent, along with this deadly strike. The black-robed man began to feel immense pressure, sweat beads forming densely on his forehead, instantly freezing into ice beads in the cold air, glistening like bright diamonds yet exuding an aura of fear.

The black-robed man hadn’t anticipated Shi Feiyang’s martial arts to be this formidable, with the Bright Jade Technique enhancing the Hundred Victories Saber Technique to astonishing power.

At this moment, Shi Feiyang seemed like a War God descended to earth, inspiring awe and dread, his every move filled with power and majesty, firmly controlling the life and death of this fierce battle. The black-robed man’s breath began to quicken, the ”huff huff” sounds starkly clear in the silent night, like an old, struggling bellows.

”Seven Breaks and Seven Extremes Heartbreak Palm!” the black-robed man roared, his voice like a thunderclap erupting from the ground, shaking the surrounding air, causing leaves to flutter down. He exerted himself fully, trying to reverse the situation. His face showed a crazed expression, eyes flashing with the light of despair, making a final struggle to unleash all his remaining strength.

His hands swiftly danced, layers of palm shadows arose, bringing with them a ”whoosh whoosh” wind sound, as if countless invisible palms were darting through the air. Where the palm wind reached, the air seemed torn, emitting a ”pu pu” sound, carrying a sinister aura, like a pack of demons from hell lunging towards Shi Feiyang, a chill seemingly capable of freezing one’s soul.

However, Shi Feiyang showed not an ounce of fear, he snorted coldly, his nostrils flaring slightly, eyes flickering with disdain. With a flash of his figure, he employed the wondrous Deep Concealment of Body and Name Lightweight Technique, moving like a phantom, speed so swift it was hard to capture, blending into the air, vanishing from sight. His steps were light and agile, with his toes lightly touching the ground, like a willow catkin lifted by the wind, drifting gracefully through the air. Only the soft ”sough sough” sound reached the ears, the sound of his clothes brushing against the air.

Shi Feiyang deftly avoided the palm winds of the black-robed man and, with a reverse strike, executed the ”Golden Dragon Coils Claw” move from the Hundred Victories Saber Technique, slashing towards the black-robed man’s arm. His eyes flickered with fierceness, like a hungry leopard locking onto its prey, his arm swiftly swung, and as the saber light flickered, it had already approached the black-robed man’s arm. That saber light was like a lively Spiritual Snake, carrying a deadly threat, striking directly at the black-robed man’s vital point, the blade flashing with a cold gleam, like a snake spitting its tongue, exuding an icy killing intent.

The black-robed man hurriedly retracted his hand to evade, but his sleeve was still slashed by Shi Feiyang’s saber. As the sleeve tore, it emitted a ”tear” sound, a chill seeping through the wound, causing the black-robed man to involuntarily shiver. Disturbed and angry, his eyes filled with rage and unwillingness, his moves grew somewhat frantic, the once solid defense showing a crack, on the verge of being completely broken through.

His steps stumbled once, the friction between his shoe soles and the ground making a ”creak” sound, narrating his current dismal state.

Seizing the opportunity, Shi Feiyang launched a tidal wave of fierce attacks, executing the ultimate strike ”Heaven and Earth Longevity” from the Hundred Victories Saber Technique.

In an instant, a sense of determination and madness flashed in his eyes. Clutching the Myanmar Saber tightly with both hands, his body slightly leaned back, and then he lunged forward fiercely. The saber in his hand seemed infused with endless violent force, like a howling wind lashing with a sudden downpour. Each swing carried the power of cleaving heaven and earth, like countless cold gleaming blades frantically slashing toward the black-clad figure.

The saber light flickered like lightning, dense like a rain curtain, dazzling and bewildering. One saw only a cross-stitching of silver saber shadows before them, making it impossible to discern the trajectory of his strikes. The whistling wind accompanied the saber’s momentum, emitting a sharp ”woo-woo,” as if cheering on Shi Feiyang’s attack.

Under this overwhelming saber momentum, the black-clad figure could only defend without any chance to retaliate, struggling desperately. Waving his arms, he tried to fend off Shi Feiyang’s attacks, but each collision between his arms and the saber light produced a ”clang-clang” of metal impact, numbing his arms with every strike.

Shi Feiyang’s eyes constantly followed the black-clad figure’s movements, missing no detail as if his gaze could penetrate the black-clad figure’s defenses, finding the most lethal flaw. The black-clad figure let out a cold snort, sounding like it came from Nine Nether Hell, exuding a chilling coldness. His figure flickered ghost-like, swift as lightning, dodging Shi Feiyang’s impossibly fierce, mountain-splitting rock-breaking slash in an instant.

Immediately, the black-clad figure swiftly formed seals with both hands before him, fingers nimbly weaving as if crafting an invisible net. Chanting words in a low, obscure voice, he summoned some ancient and malevolent force.

In an instant, the ground seemed torn apart by a mysterious power, suddenly erupting with countless sharp ice spikes.

As the ice spikes broke through the earth, a ”crack-crack” sound resounded as if the earth’s bones were fracturing.

These ice spikes were like sharp spears wielded by an Ancient War God, exuding a spine-chilling coldness and fiercely thrusting toward Shi Feiyang and others. Wherever the ice spikes reached, the ground instantly froze, leaving meandering, web-like ice marks, with the earth convulsing painfully under this power.

Chilled air permeated, provoking involuntary shivers, turning breath into white mist instantly.

Seeing this, Shi Feiyang’s expression showed no panic but rather excitement and anticipation. Swiftly, he employed the ingenious Lightweight Technique ”Deep Concealment of Body and Name.” His movements were light and agile, weaving through the ice spikes like a phantom. Every twist and turn, every leap, was perfectly timed, blending with the surrounding environment. The sharp ice spikes barely grazed past him. His ears caught the ”hissing” sound of ice spikes slicing through the air, his gaze calm and composed, like a deep, unfathomable cold pond, undisturbed by ripples. Simultaneously, he executed ”Golden Dragon Coiling Claws” within the Hundred Victories Saber Technique. The Myanmar Saber in his hand whipped ferociously, enveloped in chilling air, as if encased in an icy armor. Each saber swing carried tremendous force, breaking through the approaching ice spikes effortlessly, the ice spikes crumbling like fragile twigs under his saber, instantly splintered into several pieces. The shattered ice spikes scattered as ice flakes, twinkling in the air with crisp ”ding-ding” sounds, akin to a splendid ice firework.

Shi Feiyang’s figure flickered amidst the ice flakes, like a graceful fairy dancing in the ice and snow, yet bringing with it a lethal aura. His eyes were resolute, fixed on the black-clad figure, seeking the next opportunity to strike.

At this moment, seizing the black-clad man’s distraction with the ice spikes, Shi Feiyang once again employed the strongest move of the Hundred Victories Saber Technique, ”Heaven and Earth in Harmony.” His facial muscles slightly tensed, teeth clenched, gathering all his strength. Instantly, he seemed to merge with heaven and earth, exuding an extraordinary aura. A dazzling saber beam shot forth like a world-shocking lightning bolt from his saber, with the power to shatter the heavens and earth, ferociously slashing towards the black-clad man.

Wherever the saber beam passed, the air was torn by an invisible giant blade, producing an ear-piercing ”shiii” sound, like the sky wailing in agony under this force. The surrounding space appeared distorted and deformed under this mighty force, seemingly about to be cleaved in two by this strike.

Shi Feiyang’s gaze remained firmly locked on the black-clad figure, as if intent on utterly devouring him.

The black-clad man’s face abruptly changed, going from sinister to ashen pale, his eyes filled with terror, as if seeing the scythe of Death God. In his haste, he quickly retrieved a bracelet emitting an eerie glow, carved with strange runes, seemingly telling an ancient and mysterious story. Chanting words rapidly in a low, urgent voice, like a mysterious Wizard casting a forbidden curse, the bracelet’s light instantly intensified, forming an unbreakable shield. This shield appeared in a deep purple, woven of countless mysterious energies, like an impregnable wall that firmly withstood the sharp saber beam.

At the instant of collision between saber beam and shield, a deafening roar resounded, with a thunderous ”boom,” shaking the world. A powerful shockwave spread outwards, sweeping up surrounding sand, stones, and leaves into the sky, forming a chaotic vortex.