King of Hundred Victories Saber

Wu Zhong noticed the situation and secretly exclaimed that things were not good, deeply understanding that the situation had reached a critical moment.

He dared not be lax, and immediately activated the Inner Power of the Six Harmonies True Scripture.

In an instant, a faint golden glow appeared around him, gentle yet containing immense power, like a holy armor tightly protecting him and exuding a righteous aura.

He unleashed the Demon Subduing Divine Palm, shouting loudly like thunder, his palms quickly flipping like two nimble flood dragons, each strike bringing a roaring gust of wind. The palm wind surged like waves of the ocean, shaking the surrounding air till it twisted and deformed, and the sand and stones on the ground were swept up by this palm force, scattering everywhere like a small dust storm.

Xiao Lingling refused to be outdone. Grasping her dual blades, her figure agile like a nimble swallow, she maneuvered freely within the Sword Array.

The dual blades spun rapidly in her hands, their light flashing and creating a fierce blade wind that seemed capable of slicing through the air.

She executed the Seven Fiend Saber technique, each move and style ferocious beyond compare, the blade wind screaming as if to shred everything around into pieces. The couple stood side by side, their hearts in sync, knowing each other’s intent through a glance.

One wielded fierce palm wind, the other wielded ruthless blade techniques, seamlessly cooperating, engaging in an intense battle with the Seven-Quartet Heart-Locking Sword Array.

In an instant, blades and swords clashed, the sounds of combat and weapons colliding intermingled, with sparks flying everywhere, creating an astonishing scene.

As Wu Zhong attacked, he shouted, ”Vile foes, today you shall witness the prowess of my wife and me! The brothers of our Heroic Sakura Association shall not allow you scoundrels to tyrannize us!”

His voice rang strong and powerful, echoing across the heavens and earth.

Lu Ling, a top student of the Kongtong Sect, dressed in black attire like a specter in the night, charged towards Liao Pei of the Long Arm Fist with the speed and agility of a black lightning bolt, carrying a fierce gust.

His eyes shone with a chilling light, like a hungry wolf fixated on its prey, with an icy determination and ferocity.

He suddenly shouted, his voice resonating like a bell, and unleashed the Seven Injuries Fist. Upon execution, it carried great momentum, like thunder erupting from flat ground, causing the surrounding air to quake from its force.

Within a single punch, it contained seven distinct forces, like seven dragons of different attributes, intertwining and surging within the fist wind, ever-changing, leaving one defenseless.

These seven forces ranged from overwhelmingly fierce, as if Mount Tai was pressing down, carrying a mighty force as if it could flatten a small mountain instantly; to a delicate subtlety, like a needle hidden in cotton, stealthily taking a life without notice; to a blend of hardness and softness, like the Taichi philosophy of Yirou Ke Gang, cleverly defusing a powerful attack of the opponent and countering in response; to an inner hardness, resembling a hidden weapon with a secret mystery, catching one off guard and striking the vital point unnoticed; to the power of a giant axe splitting mountains and rocks, its power astonishing, as if cleaving a rift in the earth; to straightened propulsion, like an arrow leaving a bowstring, swift and unstoppable, piercing the opponent’s defenses in the blink of an eye; to inward coiling, like a beast gathering strength and waiting to strike, keeping one ever-alert.

Liao Pei’s expression turned grave as frost, beads of sweat forming densely on his forehead, shimmering under the sunlight. He knew well the ferocity of the Seven Injuries Fist, once struck, he would suffer severely, perhaps even lose his life.

He was not the least bit lax and immediately executed the Long Arm Fist. His arms seemed like two flexible long whips, swinging quickly, the wind whistling with each move, gathering dust from the ground.

While resisting Lu Ling’s attacks, he muttered to himself, ”Hmph, what of Kongtong Sect’s fist techniques? My Long Arm Fist is no pushover either! Today, I will fight you, rogue, to see who the real master is!”

Every defense clashed with mighty force, the air reverberating with deep sounds like war drums being struck.

Clenching his teeth, Liao Pei thought to himself, ”If I can’t hold off this rogue today, not only will I risk my life but my brothers as well. I must use all my strength to find his weakness and defeat him!”

He focused intently, eyes trained on each of Lu Ling’s movements, seemingly able to discern every intention, missing no detail.

Meanwhile, Kongtong Sect’s adept Ma Chan moved spectrally across the battlefield, like an invisible shadow, elusive and hard to grasp. He executed the Seven Breaks and Seven Extremes Heartbreak Palm towards Lie Quan of the Heaven and Earth Saber.

As his palm swung, multiple shadows layered, each carrying a sinister aura as if from the Nine Nether Hell, chilling to the bone. The air filled with suffocating pressure, the space oppressed by this palm technique’s power.

Once hit by this technique, the victim would certainly die, their face twisted in an eerie smile.

Yet, this smile was more sorrowful and miserable than crying, making one feel lamentable and unpleasant.

The so-called Seven Breaks refer to the breaking of the heart veins, blood veins, tendon veins, liver and intestines, kidney water, bones, and wrist veins; Seven Extremes refer to the severing of the heart, emotions, grace, desire, suffering and pain, life and death, and longing.