King of Hundred Victories Saber

On the Ryukyu Royal Family’s viewing stand, the three princesses could no longer contain themselves.

The Eldest Princess’s fingers turned slightly pale as she clutched her embroidered handkerchief, her gaze glued to Shi Feiyang’s jade-like profile.

The Second Princess bit her lip, cheeks flushed, whispering softly to the palace maid beside her, “Never have I seen such a charismatic man; his eyes, they are even brighter than Ryukyu’s glazed beads.” The youngest, the Third Princess, was more straightforward, standing on tiptoe waving toward the arena, “Young Master Shi! Does your Bright Jade Technique truly make your skin shine like glaze?”

“It’s said that the Grand Squad Leader Shi’s Hundred Victories Saber Technique commands respect across the Central Plains. Ryukyu’s junior Ryukyu Pill would like to challenge with the family-inherited Coral Thorn Technique!”

Before the words had faded, a young man in blue stepped onto the stage in time with the drumbeats, a coral short thorn at his waist gleaming with a warm red light.

Shi Feiyang clasped his fists, and beneath his dark outfit, the Bright Jade Technique quietly circulated, “Please!”

Ryukyu Pill’s wrist lightly trembled, the coral thorn transforming into seven phantom figures, targeting Shi Feiyang’s throat directly.

This seemingly light move harbored the triple lethal intent of “piercing the throat, locking the heart, severing the tendons.” Shi Feiyang took “Dragon Walk Seven Steps,” his body weaving as agile as a swimming fish. The thorn shadows brushed past his clothing without even slicing off half a piece of fabric.

“Such impressive body technique!” The exclamation from the Ryukyu martial artists echoed from the sidelines.

Shi Feiyang countered move for move, suddenly changing his palm’s momentum, executing the “Golden Dragon Coiling Claws” from the Hundred Victories Saber Technique.

Golden saber energy roared like ocean waves crashing against the shore, prompting Ryukyu Pill to quickly counter with a thrusting block.

Coral thorn collided with saber energy, producing the crisp sound of shattered jade stone. The young man’s webbed hand split open, blood trickling down the coral thorn. Yet, he clenched his teeth and did not retreat, reversing his hands to throw three fish-shaped hidden weapons. The hidden weapons exploded mid-air, releasing a stinky ink.

“Mere child’s play!” Shi Feiyang snorted coldly, the Bright Jade Technique rushing to “Supreme Forgetting Emotions Ice Soul Cold Prison,” white mist churned within his palms.

Before the ink reached him, it froze into ice and smashed to pieces on the ground. Ryukyu Pill seized the opportunity to close in, his coral thorn targeting Shi Feiyang’s lower body, only to find himself suddenly drawn forward uncontrollably by a swirling suction.

Shi Feiyang’s palm brushed past his shoulder, the sharp palm wind slicing a blood groove, yet the force was retracted upon touching the skin.

“You have my respect.” Shi Feiyang stepped back half a step, the cold air around him gradually dissipating.

Covering his wound, Ryukyu Pill’s eyes filled with admiration, “Grand Squad Leader Shi, withholding and releasing at ease, this junior is wholeheartedly convinced!”

“Hold on!” A loud shout erupted from the crowd. A burly man with a meteor hammer broke through the crowd and leaped onto the stage, the iron chain clinking loudly, “I, Iron Anchor, am not convinced! Try my ‘Sinking Ship in Furious Sea’!” And with that, the meteor hammer swept across with a gust of wind, leaving stone slabs blasted apart, shards flying like bullets.

Shi Feiyang’s palms shot out repeatedly, transforming the Hundred Victories Saber Technique into a golden saber net. The saber energy collided with the hammer shadow, causing a deafening boom. Iron Anchor was forced three steps back, his webbed hand numb, yet saw Shi Feiyang approaching like a ghost.

As the Bright Jade Technique circulated, Shi Feiyang’s skin emitted a glazed glow. He flicked his fingers against the meteor hammer’s iron chain, icy true qi spread along the chain, instantly freezing Iron Anchor’s hands into ice lumps.

“Still want to continue?” Shi Feiyang’s voice was calm as water, yet it silenced everyone present.

On the Ryukyu Royal Family’s stand, Prince Shangfeng excitedly stood up clapping, “Grand Squad Leader Shi surely lives up to his reputation!”

And those Ryukyu martial artists who were initially eager to challenge were now watching the relaxed figure on the stage, retracting their previous disdain.

The martial arts arena’s heat waves remained scorching, but no one dared to underestimate this hero from the Central Plains anymore.

“Hero Shi from the Central Plains, do you dare to take on our Glazed Island’s ‘Thousand Waves Palm’?” A loud shout rang out from the southeast corner. Liu Feng, a martial artist from Glazed Island clad in sea-blue attire, charged forward, his palm edge wrapped in an oil-soaked iron chain, leaving wet footprints on the stage with every step.

Shi Feiyang slightly cupped his hands, “Please enlighten me.” No sooner had he spoken, Liu Feng’s palms spun in the air, drawing substantial waves between them. “Thousand Waves!” Ten waves surged like silver dragons from the sea, enveloped in the salty sea breeze heading fiercely towards him.

Shi Feiyang tread “Dragon Walk Seven Steps,” weaving through like a swimming fish. Just as the waves were about to touch his clothes, he suddenly used his palm as a saber, executing the “Golden Dragon Coiling Claws” from the Hundred Victories Saber Technique.

The golden saber energy collided with the waves, splitting the water curtain in two amidst a thunderous boom, steam rising as Shi Feiyang closed in.

“Good! Good!” Prince Shangfeng excitedly stood up, loudly cheering, “Central Plains martial arts indeed live up to their name!” The nobles beside him joined in applause, praise filling the air.

But the diplomats from various countries on Glazed Island looked on grimly, tightly watching the scene, fists clenched with cracking sounds.

Liu Feng was greatly shocked, retreating three steps, his iron chain sweeping out.

Shi Feiyang sneered, the Bright Jade Technique circulating, swirling suction force suddenly activated. The iron chain flew uncontrollably toward his palm, Liu Feng stumbling forward with it, only to see Shi Feiyang’s other palm flash with white light, the cold air of “Ice Soul Cold Prison” instantly freezing the iron chain.

Liu Feng pulled hard, the iron chain broke with a snap, his webbed hand splitting, blood dripping onto the stage’s tung oil and rising wisps of blue smoke. Staring at the iron chain broken in two, Liu Feng’s pupils contracted intensely, salty sea breeze whipping blood droplets from his temple, reflecting eerie light under the torches.

He suddenly burst into wild laughter, his sea-blue attire fluttering autonomously, the pouch at his waist exploding loud, twelve sea urchin-shaped hidden weapons encased in toxic mist shot out fiercely, “Shi Feiyang, experience Glazed Island’s ‘Ten Thousand Needles Returning to the Sea’!”

Shi Feiyang’s palms converged before his chest, the Bright Jade Technique advanced to “Supreme Forgetting Emotions Ice Soul Cold Prison,” white mist instantly rose around him.

He lightly tapped with his toes, his figure transformed into a phantom, leaving a trail of icy lotus footprints while weaving through the toxic mist.