King of Hundred Victories Saber

Chapter 382: Chapter 154: Flames of Weishan—Shi Feiyang Plots to Resist the Enemy, Lin Wanqing Stays by His Side

She was caught in the net, overlooking the chaotic and perilous scene below. Although a hint of nervousness welled up within her heart, she felt more gratitude towards Xie Wen for his timely rescue.

At this moment, she seemed to be on a safe isolated island amidst the tumultuous battlefield, momentarily at peace due to Xie Wen’s presence.

Jingkou Qianli missed his strike, overwhelmed with rage, a fierce flame burning fiercely within his chest.

He let out a beast-like roar, a sound filled with resentment and unwillingness, echoing across the battlefield, causing chills down one’s spine.

Following that, his legs, like powerful springs, kicked fiercely. His entire body shot up high into the air like a launched cannonball, his Japanese Saber pointing straight at Qin Yuanyao, attempting to regain face in this brief aerial duel and deliver a fatal blow to Qin Yuanyao.

However, Xie Wen’s Lightweight Technique was exceedingly extraordinary, far beyond what Jingkou Qianli could reach.

Although Jingkou Qianli tried his utmost to jump high, the gap between him and Xie Wen was still like a chasm.

His saber traced a fierce arc in midair, a flash of cold light, only an inch away from Qin Yuanyao, yet seemingly blocked by an insurmountable barrier, unable to touch her. Seeing this, Qin Yuanyao’s tense mood slightly eased, and she couldn’t help but giggle softly.

Witnessing Jingkou Qianli’s exasperation, and then looking at how cleverly Xie Wen teased him, she found this scene somewhat comical, like watching an absurd monkey show, rather amusing.

In the air, Xie Wen turned gracefully, like a nimble swallow soaring freely across the sky.

Looking down at the nearly frantic Jingkou Qianli on the ground, the corner of his mouth curled into a playful, slightly mocking smile.

This smile proclaimed to Jingkou Qianli: From the very start, your defeat was inevitable in this contest.

He intentionally moved Qin Yuanyao slightly to the left. Seeing this, Jingkou Qianli’s eyes widened instantly, like a hungry wolf spotting its prey, he immediately lunged towards the left in a frenzy.

But before he could get close, Xie Wen, like performing a magic trick, quickly shifted Qin Yuanyao to the right.

Jingkou Qianli missed once more, his body heavily crashing onto the ground, kicking up a cloud of murky dust.

He clumsily rose from the dust, his eyes bloodshot, glaring at Xie Wen, continuously cursing, ”Baka! Baka!”

The sound twisted and hoarse due to anger, as if polished by sandpaper, cursing until his throat was hoarse, lips dry and tongue parched, yet still unable to vent the endless rage in his heart.

Xie Wen was not yet satisfied. He carried Qin Yuanyao, slowly descending in midair, deliberately hovering at a height barely reachable by Jingkou Qianli, issuing a silent challenge: Come on, catch us if you can.

Jingkou Qianli thought the moment had come, a glint of madness flashing in his eyes, once again leaping vigorously, his Japanese Saber with the sound of wind, pointing straight at the Celestial Silkworm Silk Net. Just as the blade was about to touch the net, Xie Wen suddenly gathered his energy, his body seemingly lifted by an invisible force, rapidly rising several feet.

Jingkou Qianli failed once more, this time crashing heavily onto the ground, his face coming into intimate contact with the earth, covered in dirt and dust, looking utterly ridiculous.

Jingkou Qianli was both furious and frustrated, he clumsily stood up, eyes red, scanning the surroundings, attempting to find something to leverage, to reach Xie Wen and Qin Yuanyao. However, before he could take any action, Xie Wen began a new round of teasing.

He carried Qin Yuanyao, rotating in the air around Jingkou Qianli, the speed sometimes fast, sometimes slow, their posture light and graceful, like a fairy dancing gracefully in the sky, or a mischievous elf toying with its prey.

Jingkou Qianli was spun until he was dizzy, able only to turn his body repeatedly like a puppet out of control, randomly waving his Japanese Saber in the air, raising bursts of aimless wind, which seemed utterly comical, starkly contrasting with the battlefield’s cruel and eerie atmosphere. The battlefield was still shrouded in smoke, the tumultuous sounds of killing were still earth-shaking, the scent of blood growing even more intense.

Not far away, Shi Feiyang was locked in fierce battle with Banji Tairou, and with his exceptional martial prowess and outstanding wit, successfully cut down Banji Tairou under his Myanmar Saber.

His hand holding the Myanmar Saber, the blade still dripping with the enemy’s fresh blood, under the smoke-covered, dim and dull sunlight, the blood gleamed with an eerie and cold light, telling of the cruel battle that had just taken place.

Shi Feiyang moved as swiftly as lightning, every step carrying immense power, racing towards Jingkou Qianli, every leap raising a fierce gust of wind, as if the air around him were torn by his momentum, producing a ”whooshing” sound, cheering his valiant charge.

At this moment, Shi Feiyang’s gaze was like the coldest and loneliest northern star in the freezing night, emanating coldness that pierced one’s heart, making anyone who met his eyes tremble with fear. His body suddenly trembled violently, like a volcano about to erupt, accumulating power, then raised his palm.

In an instant, the Bright Jade Technique within him surged to its peak state with a nearly violent momentum, the surging power like a tumultuous tsunami rushing through his meridians. A chilling cold, as if from the Nine Nether Hell, radiated swiftly outwards from him in a ring, where it reached, the air instantly froze, emitting a subtle and crisp cracking sound.