King of Hundred Victories Saber

Before the words even finished, Wu Biao suddenly kicked the horse’s belly with both feet, causing the steed to cry out in pain, raising its front hooves high.

Wu Biao seized the opportunity to leap from the horse, his form agile like an eagle, tracing a fierce arc in mid-air. His hands swiftly reached for the pair of Wu Yue Hooks on his back, which gleamed with an icy cold light under the sunlight, emanating an aura of intense combat.

Wu Biao executed the ”Wind Thunder Hook Technique,” his momentum abruptly changing, as if he transformed into a tempest infused with thunder, swooping down toward Xiao Lingling.

Both hooks came out simultaneously, one like a venomous snake emerging from its lair, directly targeting Xiao Lingling’s vital throat, while the other slashed horizontally like lightning, intending to cut off her escape route, the attack ferocious to the extreme, defense near impossible.

Xiao Lingling saw this, her brows furrowed, a glint of disdain and resolve flashing in her beautiful eyes.

She snorted coldly, her voice akin to the shattering of icicles on a frigid night: ”Hmph, you such wicked bandit, committing all kinds of evil, and yet attempting to frame my Heroic Sakura Association? Today, I will act for Heaven, slaughter you despicable thief, and use your flesh and blood as flower fertilizer!”

With that, she wielded the ”Seven Fiend Saber Technique,” hands gripping the long and short Dual Blades tightly, her graceful body turning, the blades whirling swiftly in her hands.

In an instant, blade light flickered, like countless silver lightning bolts encircling her, the wind whistled, making a ”whoosh” sound, slicing the surrounding air into fragments. Wu Biao and Xiao Lingling were locked in a fierce battle in this realm, each move difficult to distinguish.

Wu Biao’s Wind Thunder Hook Technique was forceful and domineering, every swing of the dual hooks carried the power to split mountains and shatter rocks, hook shadows flashing, every move deadly.

Xiao Lingling’s Seven Fiend Saber Technique was ruthless and fierce, the long and short Dual Blades coordinating perfectly, blade moves unpredictable, at times fierce like a storm, at times cunning and mysterious like a Spiritual Snake flicking its tongue, making it hard for anyone to grasp.

Their figures moved rapidly, exchanging blows, each move and stance filled with lethal threats.

The surrounding ground, struck by their immense Inner Strength and weapon’s gust, became pockmarked, dirt splattering and flying.

Nearby plants, under the impact of this powerful force, broke and fell, branches and leaves shattering and scattering.

The air was filled with a strong scent of blood, adding to the fierceness of their intense fight.

Wu Biao and Xiao Lingling battled with blood-red eyes, each presenting a stance of fighting till death.

Liao Pei and Wu Yu had been engaged in combat for a long time in this unpredictable realm, their figures intersecting like specters, causing the surrounding air to vibrate.

Liao Pei looked solemn, his gaze like a torch, as though it could penetrate Wu Yu’s thoughts.

He pondered, Wu Yu’s Wind Thunder Saber Technique was indeed remarkably fierce, but he had practiced the Long Arm Fist for many years, delving deep into martial arts, how could he fear him?

Immediately, Liao Pei took a deep breath, his breath long and steady, his vitality surging, demonstrating the ultimate power of the Long Arm Fist, every inch of his skin seemed to respond to this force. Wu Yu saw Liao Pei’s momentum growing stronger, feeling a bit panicked, but his nature was sinister, having roamed Jianghu for many years, he would not easily show weakness.

Wu Yu’s eyes flashed with a hint of cruelty, snorting coldly, his voice like a wolf howling in the frigid night, echoing in this realm: ”Liao Pei, you old fool, merely relying on brute force, attempt to flex under my Wind Thunder Saber? Today’s battle will be your burial ground, and a year from now, your death anniversary!”

With that, he swung the long saber in his hand, unleashing the ultimate killing technique of Wind Thunder Saber, ”Thunderstorm Travels.”

Saber light flickered, resembling countless lightning bolts intersecting in the air, accompanied by rolling thunder, as if it intended to split this world into fragments, fiercely striking towards Liao Pei, the blade wind howled, causing the surrounding plants to rustle.

Upon hearing these words, Liao Pei not only didn’t get angry but laughed out loud, his laughter bold and hearty, causing the surrounding air to tremble: ”Wu Yu, you frog at the bottom of the well, dare to claim my life? My Long Arm Fist, passed down through several generations, is profound and extensive, how can it be compared to your unrighteous ways. Today, I shall show you the might of authentic martial arts!”

His figure flickered, like a black shadow, his speed so swift, one only felt a black shadow flash before the eyes, skillfully evading Wu Yu’s fierce saber moves. Subsequently, Liao Pei demonstrated the ”Long-armed Cloud-piercing Hand” of Long Arm Fist, his arms seemingly lengthening instantaneously, like sharp spears, directly attacking Wu Yu’s throat. This move, fast as lightning, carried an unstoppable momentum, seemingly piercing through all barriers.

Wu Yu was shocked, thinking internally: ”This Liao Pei really is formidable, able to easily evade my killing move and swiftly counterattack.”

He quickly held the saber horizontally to block, shouting: ”Hmph, hurting me, not that easy!”

With a ”clang,” resounding like a ringing bell, Liao Pei’s fist force collided with Wu Yu’s saber energy, sparks flying.

Wu Yu felt his arm numb, the long saber almost slipping from his hand, his heart even more shocked, deeply aware he encountered a strong opponent today.

Liao Pei seized the moment to advance, his fist moves continuous, each punch carried the force to split mountains and shatter rocks, each strike seemingly shaking the earth.

He shouted: ”Wu Yu, you are at your wit’s end, stop useless struggles, surrender quietly! Today your infamous Wind Thunder Saber will meet its end here!”

Wu Yu felt fear in his heart, yet still gritted his teeth and persisted, desperately swinging the long saber, attempting to fend off Liao Pei’s attack, harboring a faint hope of finding Liao Pei’s flaw, turning defeat into victory.

However, Liao Pei’s assault grew fiercer, like surging tides, one wave after another, Wu Yu gradually became weary, sweat beads forming on his forehead, breathing increasingly hurried.