King of Hundred Victories Saber

However, he controlled this power perfectly, like a spring breeze brushing against willow branches, gentle yet powerful, merely subduing his opponents without harming their lives. In an instant, silhouettes flashed and intertwined within the tent, resembling countless phantoms dancing.

The roars of the wrestlers, the howling wind brought by Shi Feiyang’s moves, and the rapid, tense breathing of the people interwove into a thrilling and captivating symphony, resonating the strongest notes of this fierce battle.

Gugela’s gaze was fixed intently on Shi Feiyang’s figure, never leaving him for a moment. Her heart rose and fell with Shi Feiyang’s every move, her eyes full of tension and anticipation, her entire world tethered to Shi Feiyang.

Shi Feiyang suddenly spun around, and in an instant, it seemed as if the surrounding air was driven by his motion, forming a powerful air current.

He was like a whirlwind coming without a trace and leaving without a sign, moving with such speed that it dazzled the eye, making it impossible to capture his exact figure. In the eyes of the onlookers, his silhouette appeared to be multiplied countless times into layers of afterimages, dazzling them as if he had transcended the constraints of time and space, moving beyond the mortal realm.

Shi Feiyang’s palms danced swiftly, those hands like two petals dancing elegantly in the strong wind, seemingly light and beautiful, drifting leisurely in the breeze with a unique grace.

Yet beneath this softness lay a hidden deadly threat. Every sweep of his palm seemed to create an invisible ripple in the air, like waves spreading out after a massive stone is hurled into a calm lake, originating from Shi Feiyang and extending outwards.

These ripples appeared gentle, but they contained astonishing power, causing the air to tremble and emit a subtle ”buzzing” sound wherever they reached.

With Shi Feiyang’s palms in motion, the power of the ”Five Thunders Extremity Transformation Hand” was fully unleashed.

That earth-shattering force poured forth from his palms like an inexhaustible tidal wave.

Every strike was accompanied by a low, thunderous rumble, as if echoing thunder from the edge of the sky.

Immediately following was a burly wrestler, once standing as unshakeable as a towering mountain, who now seemed to be harshly toppled by an invisible giant hand from the Nine Nether Hell.

The wrestler felt an irresistible force piercing through his entire body, his internal power dissipating like floodwaters breaching a dam, his strength being drained instantly.

His body uncontrollably fell backward, crashing heavily onto the ground with a dull ”thud,” raising a cloud of dust.

The scene unfolded like autumn wind sweeping fallen leaves, swift and decisive, as a dozen wrestlers toppled one after another like rolling logs blown down by a strong wind. Each lay limp and powerless, like a heap of mud with barely any energy.

Their once muscular limbs now hung limp, unable to gather any strength.

They panted heavily, their chests heaving violently, emitting labored breathing sounds like a worn-out bellows struggling with great difficulty. Their eyes were filled with shock and admiration, looking at Shi Feiyang as if gazing upon a War God descending from the heavens to save all beings.

In their minds, Shi Feiyang’s image stood tall, becoming an invincible legend.

The tribe members froze upon seeing this, their faces revealing expressions of disbelief.

They widened their eyes, mouths slightly open, as if witnessing the most incredible event on earth. After a brief astonishment, they erupted into thunderous applause. Everyone clapped vigorously, their palms turning red like ripe tomatoes.

Cheers resounded continuously, endless like surging waves, echoing within the tent.

Gugela stood among the crowd, her eyes fixed firmly on Shi Feiyang, never leaving him for a moment.

At this moment, Shi Feiyang was the center of her world, and everything around had become indistinct. Her cheeks blushed with excitement, resembling the splendid and colorful evening glow on the horizon, radiant and captivating.

Her breath became rapid, her chest heaving slightly, akin to a startled fawn fleeing in panic.

Her lips parted slightly, softly murmuring, ”Hero Shi, truly amazing...”

In the midst of the thunderous applause, her crisp voice stood out, filled with deep admiration for Shi Feiyang, a passion that flowed like the endless river.

Her eyes were filled with infatuation and worship; Shi Feiyang was the sun in her life, illuminating her entire world.

Dangxin originally appeared somewhat stern, his expression deep and inscrutable like a cold pond, but now it subtly shifted.

A complex expression passed fleetingly through his eyes, containing both admiration for Shi Feiyang’s formidable martial arts, as if witnessing a stunning spectacle that shook the heavens and earth, and concern over the situation developing beyond control, much like the calm lake hiding a giant whirlpool underneath that could at any time rise with surging waves, engulfing everything into an endless abyss.

Shi Feiyang’s gaze was as sharp as an eagle’s, precisely perceiving this subtle shift in Dangxin’s expression, yet he maintained a calm smile.

That smile was like the warm sun of spring, warm and gentle, making one feel like bathing in the spring breeze.

With a commanding presence, he stepped forward like a king towering over the world, cupping his hands towards Dangxin and said, ”Leader, please do not take offense. Today, I engage in martial arts exchanges with the brothers here with the sincere intention of making friends through martial competition. Within the Jianghu, the way of martial arts is vast and profound, each with its own strengths. By exchanging skills, we can broaden our knowledge. This is indeed a commendable tale in the Martial Arts world. I have no intention whatsoever of offending your tribe, but rather to discuss the Dao of martial arts, enhancing our mutual friendships. What could be better than this wonderful endeavor?”