King of Hundred Victories Saber

Chapter 139: Chapter 106: Battle of Baiyanglin Peak: Shi Feiyang Outsmarts the Bracelet Key

In the midst of the fierce battle, Shi Feiyang was like a precision fighting machine, keenly detecting a subtle shift in the attack rhythm of the black-robed man, who increasingly relied on the bracelet emitting an eerie glow. In an instant, a spark of inspiration flashed through his mind, like a brilliant meteor streaking across the pitch-black night sky, illuminating the entire battlefield. A cunning glint flickered in his eyes, followed by a resolute decision to take a daring gamble.

At this moment, Shi Feiyang’s eyes shone with confidence, a light as piercing as the dawn breaking through layers of mist, carrying an unwavering belief in victory. He deliberately slowed his steps, swinging his Myanmar Saber with seemingly chaotic, flawed motions, but in truth laying a meticulously set trap to lure the black-robed man in.

Sure enough, the black-robed man fell into the trap, his eyes glinting with greed and malice, like a hungry wolf locking onto its prey, filled with the desire to plunder. He let out a low roar, madly charging at Shi Feiyang like a crazed bull. The bracelet on his wrist flickered like a star about to explode, jumping with excitement as if eager to announce Shi Feiyang’s doom. Yet, the black-robed man was unaware that Shi Feiyang was protected by the Divine Dragon Pagoda and supported by the supreme bloodline of the Sunflower Saintess. This pagoda was like an unyielding guardian spirit, rendering any demon techniques trivial by comparison.

Just as the black-robed man was about to strike Shi Feiyang, Shi Feiyang’s figure suddenly flickered, moving with the agility of a nimble civet, leaving a blurred afterimage in the dark. He executed the ”Theft of Heaven and Earth”, a masterful technique from the Hundred Victories Saber Technique. Instantly, the trajectory of his Myanmar Saber altered, the wide and open saber technique now became as sharp as a serpent emerging from its hole, wielding the saber as a sword, stabbing towards the black-robed man’s wrist from an extremely tricky angle.

The blade’s gleam flashed like a meteor across the night sky, bearing a deadly threat.

The black-robed man couldn’t evade in time, feeling a searing pain in his wrist, as if it had been branded by a scorching iron. He instinctively let out a pained scream. The crucial bracelet, struck by this fierce attack, was knocked away instantaneously. The bracelet spun rapidly in the air, tracing a long arc, akin to a falling meteor in the night sky. A crisp ”clang” echoed in the silent night sky.

With hawk-like sharp eyes, Shi Feiyang swiftly leaped the moment the bracelet flew, moving with dazzling speed. His agile figure traced a perfect arc in the air like a soaring eagle, exuding strength and grace. He stretched out his arm, deft and precise, catching the flying bracelet smoothly, the entire movement fluid and natural.

Immediately afterward, Shi Feiyang quickly donned the bracelet on his wrist, a hint of smugness in his eyes.

The black-robed man’s face dramatically changed upon witnessing this, his originally grim expression now turning livid as if covered by cold frost. His lips quivered, letting out an angry roar: ”Give me back the bracelet!” His eyes were wide open, filled with anger and unwillingness, like a beast pushed to the brink and ready to pounce, seemingly wishing to devour Shi Feiyang alive.

Then, the black-robed man removed a mysterious necklace from around his neck, exuding an eerie aura as if concealing endless secrets. Its surface was covered in twisted patterns, resembling countless struggling spirits. With his left hand gripping the necklace and right hand holding a strange ring, glowing with a ghostly green light and emanating mysterious power, he slightly leaned forward like a leopard poised to strike, muscles tensed and brimming with explosive force.

He frantically charged at Shi Feiyang, with the stance of demolishing Shi Feiyang entirely, eradicating him from the world using his power. Shi Feiyang gripped his Myanmar Saber tightly, his eyes as firm as iron, without a trace of fear, ready to face the black-robed man’s attack. He once again engaged in a life-and-death struggle with the black-robed man, his lips slightly curved with a confident smile, akin to the warm sun of spring dispelling the surrounding gloom.

Amid the mountain slopes, the fierce battle stirred up sand and rocks, with a howling wind sweeping through, roaring fiercely. Shi Feiyang and the black-robed man continued their thrilling confrontation; each clash of weapons made the air tremble, producing sharp, ear-piercing clangs, even the earth shuddered under the immense force.

The surrounding trees trembled under the powerful aura, branches swaying, leaves falling, lamenting for this intense battle.

”Hmph, do you really think you can defeat me? So overconfident!” The black-robed man laughed arrogantly, a sinister grin on his face like a demon’s smirk, his eyes gleaming with madness, lost in endless frenzy.

”Those sect leaders, they’re nothing but my pawns. I control them with an ancient Enchanting Spell, hidden within the Illusory Dream Realm in the depths of the cave. Only by gathering seven keys of special power can the Illusory Dream Realm be unlocked!” His voice echoed through the valley, laden with endless mockery and pride, as if flaunting his conspiracy to the world.

Shi Feiyang let out a cold snort, disdain evident in his eyes, silently activating the Bright Jade Technique.

In an instant, cold air surged, as if a massive iceberg had suddenly collapsed, releasing endless chill, enveloping him in a thick layer of frost. The coldness was like an invisible blade, piercing into every acupoint of the black-robed man.

The black-robed man shivered involuntarily, a pained expression on his face, as if pierced by countless icicles simultaneously.

Shi Feiyang executed the ultimate move ”Raging Sea and Storm” of the Hundred Victories Saber Technique, his arm swinging with hurricane-like vigor, each slash carrying the force of mountains and seas. The blade’s gleam flashed like lightning across the night sky, with world-destroying power, catching the black-robed man off guard. Wherever the blade light passed, the air was torn apart, emitting a ”hissing” sound.

Immediately following, Shi Feiyang used the ”Dragon Roar Nine Heavens” of Divine Dragon Claw for a combined assault of blade and palm.

Amidst the flashing blade and sword shadows, his left hand constantly clawed at the opponent, each attack accompanied by a fierce wind sound, like an ancient divine dragon spreading its claws, aiming to tear the enemy apart. His eyes were fixed on the black-robed man, as if seeing through every move, anticipating his every intention.

”Crack! Ah!” Suddenly, a trace of ruthlessness flashed in Shi Feiyang’s eyes, like a cold star in the dark night. He grasped the black-robed man’s right shoulder, his fingers hooked like claws, squeezing with a force capable of crushing steel. A clear and terrifying ”crack” resounded in the silent night sky, the sound of bones breaking clearly echoing.

The black-robed man’s shoulder blade was crushed broken, his body instantly losing balance, letting out a wretched scream, echoing throughout the valley, eyes filled with anger and unwillingness, mourning for his failure.

”Shi Feiyang, you’re courting death!” The black-robed man endured the sharp pain from his right shoulder, holding the saber with one hand, his face drenched in sweat, mixing with blood, trickling down his cheeks, gathering at his chin before dripping to the ground.

He still attempted to muster a desperate counterattack, but exerting even slightly, his right shoulder felt as if it was being pierced by thousands of steel needles, the sharp pain rendering him nearly immobile, his body uncontrollably trembling, like a flickering candle in the wind, on the verge of going out. Despair was etched on his face, eyes hollow, the light within them gradually dimming.

Shi Feiyang’s eyes widened with anger, flames of fury burning fiercely within, his voice thunderous as he roared: ”Today is your death day!” Before his voice faded, he fiercely kicked at the black-robed man’s chest with a force as immense as Mount Tai descending, producing a muffled ”bang” like a massive hammer hitting everyone’s eardrums.

The black-robed man was instantly kicked flying, tracing an arc in the air before crashing heavily to the ground, raising a large cloud of dust, emitting a dull thud upon impact. His body rolled a few times on the ground before finally coming to a stop.

The settling dust slowly enveloped him.