Chapter 51: Striking Down Strong Enemies with the Sword in Hand (Part 2)

Chapter 51: Striking Down Strong Enemies with the Sword in Hand (Part 2)

The blade light erupted with unparalleled momentum. Under its slash, everything seemed destined to be cleaved apart. The overwhelming pressure of the blade descended like a waterfall, bearing down with crushing force.

Chen Feng’s eyes narrowed, his gaze flickering as if a storm raged within. Gripping his sword hilt with both hands, he raised it high, unleashing the full force of his Huntian Sword Force. Layer upon layer of surging power poured into the blade, while an invisible aura swirled around him like a raging gale.

Three Ultimate Swords of Heavenly Wind—Storm’s End!

Blade and sword clashed!

The strongest strike, unstoppable as splitting bamboo, erupted with a terrifyingly sharp sound that shattered the surrounding air, leaving behind streaks of torn space.

Both figures staggered before being violently repelled.

The blade and sword trembled violently, emitting a piercing, razor-sharp screech.

Chen Feng retreated several meters, his body swaying before he executed the Heaven and Earth Wandering Dragon movement technique. His figure twisted like a coiling dragon, pivoting mid-air as his toes lightly tapped the ground. Streams of air around him transformed into fierce winds, howling relentlessly.

Wind Demon Hundred Strikes—Hurricane Grass!

This was not just a movement technique—it was also a footwork and a leg technique.

Chen Feng’s speed skyrocketed to its limit as a single, ferocious, and lightning-fast leg strike lashed toward Zhao Kuang.

The sudden attack caught Zhao Kuang off guard. He could only raise his blade horizontally to block the kick, but the impact sent him flying back once more.

Chen Feng’s figure flickered, closing the distance like a shadow.

Wind Demon Hundred Strikes—Storm Destroys the City!

Twenty leg strikes tore through the air, bombarding Zhao Kuang in rapid succession.

Zhao Kuang could only defend with his blade, forced into another retreat as an overwhelming force battered against him. His blood and qi churned violently, nearly causing him to vomit blood.

The twenty leg strikes paused for an instant, as if merging into one, condensing into a single, near-solid leg shadow. The aura it exuded was several times more oppressive.

Wind Demon Hundred Strikes—Demon Wind Howl!

Having broken through to the Eleventh Transformation of the Body Forging Realm, Chen Feng’s Huntian Sword Force had grown not only more powerful but also more abundant, with a faster recovery rate.

As a result, wielding Top-grade Martial Arts became easier for him, and the might he could unleash was significantly greater than before.

Under this strike, Zhao Kuang’s blade was knocked aside, and he was unable to withstand the force of Chen Feng’s kick. He was sent flying several meters before collapsing to the ground.

Everyone was stunned.

Ye Yunqi had stepped forward, only to be effortlessly defeated. Xiao Xuanwu had won once and lost once. Yet Chen Feng had overpowered both of them.

This was…

Unbelievable!

Chixingzi frowned, his eyes gleaming with a cold light as a trace of killing intent lingered.

Wang Yuandao, however, allowed a faint smile to curl his lips.

Though he had faith in his disciple, his opponent was, after all, a Quasi-Saint of the Tianyuan Sacred Land, with extraordinary talent and strength.

Truthfully, Wang Yuandao hadn’t been entirely confident that Chen Feng could defeat him.

But regardless, the battle was inevitable.

Even if he lost, it would serve as a tempering experience.

A sword’s edge is honed through grinding!

Without enduring trials, how could one forge peerless sharpness?

No one was born invincible.

True powerhouses never feared defeat. Instead, they learned from each loss, sharpening themselves as they pressed forward.

But if victory was possible—why settle for defeat?

"Only you remain," Chen Feng said calmly, shifting his gaze from Zhao Kuang to the black-clad youth.

"This is truly unexpected." The black-clad young man spoke after a moment of silence, yet his expression remained as aloof and indifferent as ever, his deep, dark eyes seeming to look down from on high. "You have earned the right to know my name. I am Li Wuji."

As his words fell, Li Wuji extended his right arm forward, and a black ring on his finger shimmered with light.

A surge of black radiance flickered, and a pitch-black spear materialized in his grasp, exuding an astonishing aura of a spiritual weapon.

Xiao Xuanwu couldn't help but show a trace of astonishment.

Earlier, during their battle, this person had not wielded a spear.

Could it be that he had been holding back?

Was the spear his true specialty?

At this thought, Xiao Xuanwu clenched his fists, his expression darkening slightly.

Chen Feng's gaze fixed on the jet-black spear in the other's hand, a flicker of surprise crossing his eyes.

Then, a thread of excitement welled up from the depths of his heart.

Earlier, when Li Wuji had fought Xiao Xuanwu and suppressed him, his strength had indeed been remarkable—but at best, it was only slightly superior to Zhao Kuang's full power.

In an all-out battle, he would inevitably fall beneath Chen Feng's sword.

That... would have been far too dull.

Now, it seemed Li Wuji had been holding back during his fight with Xiao Xuanwu.

Li Wuji gripped the black spear, his divine trait surging as his Force poured into the weapon, as if awakening something within it. Black flames erupted, enveloping the spear in a blazing inferno. The air ignited, scorching everything as the temperature soared.

In the next breath, Li Wuji took a step forward, the spear trembling lightly like a black dragon shattering the air as it lunged forth with lethal intent.

The spear was swift as the wind, aggressive as fire, and domineering as thunder.

An overwhelming spear pressure bore down, forcing Chen Feng's expression to turn grave.

Pressure!

True pressure!

Li Wuji's strength far surpassed that of the Blue-Clothed Maiden or even Zhao Kuang.

Even among peerless geniuses with top-tier Saint-Grade Divine Traits, there were distinctions in power.

Li Wuji was undoubtedly the strongest of the three. His spear tore through the air with the ferocity of a thunderbolt.

Chen Feng's figure flickered like a gust of wind, his sword transforming into a streak of light as it pierced through the void.

The moment he closed in, Chen Feng felt the searing heat radiating from his opponent, as if it could scorch everything to ashes.

Li Wuji's spear technique was exquisite, and the Top-grade Spear Techniques he wielded were devastatingly powerful.

The spear art harmonized perfectly with his divine trait, unleashing Roaring Black Flames that could pierce through anything.

Yet, Chen Feng's performance was even more astonishing.

The Wind Shadow Twenty-Four Swords, the Three Ultimate Swords of Heavenly Wind, the Eight Lethal Strikes, and various other High-grade Sword Techniques—all executed with effortless mastery.

The Heaven and Earth Wandering Dragon movement technique and the Wind Demon Hundred Strikes flowed seamlessly, interspersed with the mysteries of the Ten Shadows Illusion Form and the Treading Waves Step, making Chen Feng's movements even more elusive than during his battle with Zhao Kuang.

"This boy has actually mastered so many martial arts..."

"Is his so-called high comprehension truly this extraordinary?" Tuoba Wuxiang, the sect master of the Huntian Sect, mused, his eyes gleaming with intrigue.

As the sect master and a powerhouse in the Dao Integration Realm, he was naturally well-versed and understood that anything pushed to its limits would possess extraordinary potential.

High comprehension was undoubtedly excellent among ordinary people.

But among a group of divine trait bearers, especially those who had reached the Saint-Grade Divine Trait level, it wasn’t particularly outstanding—at best, it was comparable to a King-Grade Divine Trait.

However, the potential of a King-Grade Divine Trait was still vastly different from that of a Saint-Grade Divine Trait.

Yet, Chen Feng’s high comprehension gave Tuoba Wuxiang an unusual feeling.

Throughout history, there had been individuals with sheer high comprehension, but who among them, at Chen Feng’s age and background, could master so many top-grade and even peak-grade martial arts?

Moreover, he wielded them with effortless ease.

"Wait, I seem to have overlooked something..." Tuoba Wuxiang stared intently at the fiercely battling duo, his gaze settling on Chen Feng as his brows furrowed slightly in contemplation. He felt as though he had missed a crucial point. Suddenly, his eyes brightened with realization. "That’s it!"

"It’s his body!"

"If Chen Feng only had a Mortal Body, there’s no way he could clash head-on with a Saint-Grade Divine Trait."

"The Huntian Sword Body!"

"Chen Feng has cultivated the Huntian Sword Body—that aura, domineering and razor-sharp, is anything but ordinary. It’s definitely not just the first level of the Huntian Sword Body."

"At least the fourth level!"

The moment this realization struck him, Tuoba Wuxiang couldn’t help but suck in a sharp breath.

As the sect master, he was well aware of the immense difficulty and excruciating pain involved in cultivating the Huntian Combat Body and the Huntian Sword Body.

Each session of cultivation was akin to enduring the torture of a thousand cuts—unbearable for those without ironclad willpower, and those without formidable spiritual strength would fail to control its power, not only failing in their cultivation but also suffering physical injuries.

Even if one succeeded, it would take considerable time.

Moreover, with each subsequent level, the cultivation became increasingly difficult and perilous.

Often, after mastering one level, practitioners would need months, if not years, before attempting the next.

How long had Chen Feng been in the sect?

And he had already reached the fourth level of the Huntian Sword Body?

It was simply unbelievable!

For a moment, Tuoba Wuxiang realized that Chen Feng was far more than just highly perceptive—there had to be something else extraordinary about him.

His gaze involuntarily shifted to Wang Yuandao, and he mused silently, "Junior Brother Wang, you’ve struck gold this time."

Wang Yuandao noticed Tuoba Wuxiang’s gaze and seemed to understand, giving an almost imperceptible nod.

At this moment, the battle between Chen Feng and Li Wuji had escalated to its peak.

The clash of sword and spear erupted with astonishing force, the deafening explosions sending shockwaves rippling outward in all directions.

Zhao Kuang and the Blue-Clothed Maiden wore expressions of utmost gravity.

Li Wuji’s strength, while not the absolute strongest among the tens of thousands of disciples Tianyuan Sacred Land had recruited this year, still ranked second—far surpassing theirs.

Yet now, he couldn’t defeat someone with a Mortal Body?

It felt like a dream.

"A Mortal Body?" The two suddenly snapped back to reality, their faces twisting in bewilderment.

A Mortal Body had its limits—how could it possibly contend with them head-on?

Gradually, more and more people began to notice this detail they had previously overlooked.

Chixingzi's eyes shimmered with crimson starlight as they fixed upon Chen Feng's body, scrutinizing him intently as if trying to see through him. At a glance, he sensed something extraordinary.

"Huntian Sword Body!" Chixingzi said solemnly. "At least the fourth level of the Huntian Sword Body. Wang Yuandao, how did your disciple cultivate this?"

"None of your concern," Wang Yuandao retorted.

A flash of anger flickered in Chixingzi's eyes, but he suppressed it. After all, this was the Huntian Sect. Yet, his gaze remained unflinching, brimming with undisguised killing intent as it locked onto Wang Yuandao. Wang Yuandao met his stare fearlessly.

What if he was in the Dao Integration Realm?

If pushed to the limit, slaying him might not be impossible.

When a man knows his lifespan is dwindling, he either succumbs to despair, attains enlightenment, or becomes utterly fearless.

Wang Yuandao belonged to the latter two.

Meanwhile, the battle between Chen Feng and Li Wuji had reached its decisive moment.

Li Wuji's entire body trembled as all his power surged forth. His aura merged seamlessly with his spear as he descended from above like a black meteor crashing from the heavens, shattering everything in its path.

Chen Feng raised his head, his gaze unwavering. As force surged through him, his body crouched slightly.

His sword rested at his waist, its blade vibrating incessantly as an overwhelming sword aura radiated outward.

"Juejian Thirteen Swords..."

Tuoba Wuxiang murmured under his breath.

The crowd was stunned.