King of Hundred Victories Saber

Upon hearing Shi Feiyang accept the challenge, the wrestler’s eyes widened, burning with intense battle intent, and he roared suddenly. This roar was like a thunderbolt from a clear sky, exploding fiercely within the tent, causing everyone’s eardrums to buzz, and the entire tent slightly trembled under this roar.

His body moved instantly, like a tiger poised for action, suddenly descending the mountain, exuding an unstoppable, overwhelming momentum, charging towards Shi Feiyang with unwavering determination.

His movements were as fast as lightning, stirring up a strong wind, like a typhoon crossing, with astonishing power, causing cups on the table to shake violently, and wine to scatter like broken beads, spilling onto the soft woolen felt, creating water stains.

Gugela’s heart leaped to her throat, her expression tense like a bowstring pulled to its limit, ready to snap at any moment.

Her eyes were fixed on Shi Feiyang, filled with worry and concern, nothing else in the world could draw her gaze, now only Shi Feiyang was in her eyes, her heart solely occupied with his safety.

She feared any harm to Shi Feiyang, unconsciously covering her mouth with her hands, her breathing becoming rapid and chaotic, her chest heaving violently, silently praying for Shi Feiyang’s safety.

In her heart, Shi Feiyang was not just a hero, but someone she admired wholeheartedly, who lingered on her mind at all times.

Seeing the wrestler charging at him like a rabid bull, with an overwhelming ferocity, Shi Feiyang remained calm and composed, like the majestic Mount Tai standing through the ages, weathering countless storms.

Even if mountains crumbled and the earth cracked before him, he remained as steady as a rock, his face unchanged, his heart unperturbed.

With serene confidence, he unhurriedly executed the ”Deep Concealment of Body and Name,” a mysterious Lightweight Technique that impressed the Jianghu.

Suddenly, his figure transformed, like the lightest willow catkins in spring, floating lightly with the breeze, almost illusory, elusive, difficult to trace. Like a wisp of smoke rising in the dawn, drifting freely, merging with the world seamlessly, intangible and traceless.

The wrestler saw a flash of light before him, and Shi Feiyang, who was close enough to touch, vanished as if into thin air.

In his all-out lunge, like a clay ox entering the sea, he ended up grabbing empty air, his entire body propelled forward by enormous inertia, stumbling and nearly falling embarrassingly to the ground.

Witnessing this, Gugela’s eyes brightened like stars, the heart she held high slightly eased.

She clapped excitedly, her hands moving quickly and loudly, shouting with excitement, ”Hero Shi, well done!”

Her clear, loud voice was like an oriole emerging from a valley, attracting countless curious glances within the tent.

Gugela’s lovely face blushed instantly, a radiant crimson like the sunset-streaked sky, captivating and enchanting.

With a bit of shyness, she bowed her head, her hands unconsciously reached out to stroke her cascading hair, trying to let the falling strands cover her blush, which was like a ripe apple.

Before the wrestler could steady himself, Shi Feiyang had already harnessed the astonishingly powerful ”Five Thunders Extremity Transformation Hand” from the Holy Heart Technique, a martial art that dissipates the opponent’s power. He lightly flicked his palm, seemingly effortless, yet it contained overwhelming force capable of destroying heavens and earth.

In an instant, a formless force surged forth, like the fiercest thunderstorm of summer, roaring mightily. Wherever this force reached, the air seemed to resonate with faint, awe-inspiring thunder, as if roaring from ancient times.

The wrestler felt an unstoppable, overwhelming force crashing down like raging tides, leaving him no time to react. He felt his inner power dissipate like a breached flood, his body helplessly flying backward like a kite with a broken string. In mid-air, he arced long like a falling star, landing heavily with a thud, raising a cloud of dust inside the tent, adding a tense and mysterious atmosphere.

At this moment, the wrestler felt utterly drained, his body exhausted of all strength, collapsed on the ground, his eyes filled with terror and disbelief.

The other wrestlers, seeing their companion’s defeat, felt their competitive flames ignite fiercely, burning hot.

Each of them, burly and muscular like fortresses forged of steel, were furious, like a pack of rabid tigers descending the mountain, eager to tear Shi Feiyang apart.

Gugela’s heart leaped back to her throat, like a hanging stone ready to fall at any moment.

Sweat beaded her forehead, like dew rolling on a lotus leaf in the morning.

She clutched her clothing tightly, her knuckles white from exertion, as if about to tear the fabric apart. She silently prayed in her heart, ”Hero Shi, you must be safe, you cannot be hurt. You are my hero, you must remain unharmed!”

Shi Feiyang, amidst the pack of frenzied wrestlers like wolves and tigers, used the mysterious Lightweight Technique of ”Deep Concealment of Body and Name,” his figure as agile as a fish swimming freely through turbulent waters. He skillfully evaded wave after wave of fierce attacks like a storm. He executed the Five Thunders Extremity Transformation Hand with exquisite skill, astonishing to behold. Each strike carried unmatched power, like surging waves crashing, able to crush any obstacles in its path.