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Upon hearing this, Xiongfei's expression changed slightly. His gaze seemed to pierce through the space before him, past the person in front of him, and arrive at another place where he met another person.

“Zheng Lie is the strongest person I have ever met. Back then, I was able to withstand ten of his moves, not because I was evenly matched with him, but simply because Zheng Lie wanted to see the profound mysteries of my martial arts, which is why I held back. Otherwise, I would have been burned to death within six palms.”

After a pause, Xiongfei's emotions seemed to fluctuate as well.
"The worst thing Zheng Lie ever did was to have a fair fight with that old ghost from the Fang family. Little did he know that the old ghost from the Fang family had a hidden strength. Before the two of them clashed, the old ghost had swallowed a cold crystal, which greatly increased his power. Otherwise, the old ghost from the Fang family would never have been his match."

Cai Qi nodded. He might not believe what others said, but he believed Xiong Fei's words to a large extent. As for the remaining one or two percent, it was just his own ulterior motives and had nothing to do with the facts.

"I see. This has cleared up a question that has been bothering me for a long time. Now, Xiongfei, you're going to die!"

Before he could finish speaking, Cai Qi had already transformed into a blade of light and slashed towards Xiong Fei.

As soon as he moved, the once calm air between heaven and earth surged and howled, echoing his movements and swordsmanship.

In an instant, Xiong Fei felt an endless tearing force coming from all around him, so chaotic and so explosive.

Even more terrifying is that Cai Qi merged himself into the raging wind, yet surpassed the tearing force of the wind, transforming himself into an incomparably sharp blade, ready to strike a fatal blow at any moment.

Xiong Fei remained unmoved, his internal energy transforming into rolling beads that circulated within his body. The clanging sounds echoed continuously through his meridians. The pure and powerful energy flowed through his meridians, gradually transforming his entire body into a faint blue iron figure.

With each breath, the heavy internal energy, combined with the breathing technique, forms a small vortex, constantly counteracting the tearing and suppressing force brought by the external gale.

Meng Zhao's eyes gleamed with excitement. Both of them possessed exceptional martial arts skills, and their techniques were incredibly refined.

Of course, he never forgot that today's mission was to assist Cai Qi in killing Xiong Fei. Naturally, he had to pay attention to Xiong Fei's performance and try to find the flaws in his martial arts.

Through the opponent's exertion of energy, Meng Zhao instantly understood that this was not just an iron fist, but a domineering martial art comparable to external martial arts, which could combine one's own energy with blood and qi, covering the body surface and forming an outer garment like steel.

It does bear some resemblance to the common Iron Shirt technique in the martial arts world, but in terms of sophistication and power, Iron Shirt is not even worthy of being compared to Xiong Fei's martial art.

"The Cai family's Wind Blade Calamity is indeed powerful, but unfortunately, since the Wind-Facing Blade, no one has been able to cultivate its power to its peak. Today, I will use the Mixed Iron Body to break the Cai family's Wind Blade Calamity."

Accompanied by a roar like a tiger's howl and a dragon's cry, gusts of wind surged, as if a magnetic field was contained within him, releasing a special power that stopped the gale and concealed the blade.

Cai Qi felt the energy within his body stirring restlessly. The wind blade energy seemed to be attracted by something, almost bursting out of his body, causing great damage to his meridians.

His face was filled with horror. This martial art could actually restrain the Cai family's Wind Blade Calamity, but how could that be?

Meng Zhao was also mesmerized. Xiong Fei's so-called Mixed Iron Body, with its internal and external energy merging into a special kind of energy, acted between heaven and earth, isolating Cai Qi from the rhythmic guidance and control of the wind in heaven and earth. Naturally, it broke through the half-step Wind Blade Tribulation.

The reason it's only half-finished is because the Wind-character technique of Wind Blade Tribulation was indeed broken, but the Blade technique, which originated from the tempering technique in Wind Blade Tribulation, hones one's own energy like a blade, without relying on external forces. It might be countered by the opponent's Mixed Iron Body, but it's definitely not useless.

Cai Qi merely suppressed the surge of energy within his body for a moment, then followed the momentum, letting the energy gushed out and flow into the longsword in his hand, creating a thin blade of energy on the gleaming blade.

Cai Qi used his agility, wielding a long sword, to continuously slash at Xiong Fei.

Her movements were light and agile, her techniques swift and quick, as if she were performing a waltz of blades on a huge stage. Such martial arts skills could be described as magnificent and extraordinary.

Meng Zhao knew that if he didn't take action soon, Cai Qi alone wouldn't be able to hold out for long.

In terms of martial arts skills alone, Cai Qi is no match for Xiong Fei; there is a huge gap between their abilities.

Not to mention, it seems that Xiong Fei's Mixed Iron Body has a great restraining effect on the Cai family's Wind Blade Tribulation.

For a moment, only a series of crisp clanging sounds could be heard in the arena, and under the dark sky, dazzling sparks flickered.

Perhaps ten moves, perhaps a hundred moves, Cai Qi's attacks were relentless and incredibly fierce, but unfortunately, although he struck Xiong Fei's body many times, he could only leave faint bloodstains at most, and more often than not, tiny white marks, and could never seriously injure Xiong Fei.

Compared to Cai Qi's fierce and relentless offensive, Xiong Fei appeared incredibly calm. Every move he made was like that of a bronze giant, containing extraordinary strength and resilience. He focused on defense, yet his defense was never truly breached.

In the early stages, Cai Qi seemed to have the upper hand. However, as Cai Qi's offensive slowed down, Xiong Fei's pressure and suppression immediately intensified. It seemed that Cai Qi was like a small boat or sampan in a stormy sea, which could capsize at any moment.

In Meng Zhao's eyes, from the very beginning, Cai Qi's so-called superiority was a bit far-fetched. It was just that his offensive was dense and he seemed to be in an active position, but in reality, he was always being led by the nose.

In Meng Zhao's view, Xiong Fei's fighting rhythm was far superior to Cai Qi's.

This is by no means simply a difference in strength. More so, it stems from Cai Qi's own problematic mindset. He was too eager for quick success and instant benefits, and his impatience in wanting to eliminate Xiong Fei was excessive.

If it were Meng Zhao, with the same internal energy and martial arts skills, but a different mindset and a different fighting rhythm, even if he couldn't easily defeat Xiong Fei, he would definitely not have fallen into such an embarrassing predicament.

Cai Qi is now like a wound-up toy, he must fight non-stop to maintain this rhythm.

Otherwise, if the attack weakens and changes direction, Xiong Fei could easily find a weakness and deliver a fatal blow.

Of course, this refers to the result without Meng Zhao supporting the enemy on the sidelines.

Clearly, Cai Qi also knew that Meng Zhao's existence was a great safety net for him, so he naturally became more aggressive in his actions.

As for Meng Zhao, in the process of Cai Qi relentlessly squeezing out his own potential and launching a frenzied attack, he did indeed discover several weaknesses in Xiong Fei.

Firstly, Xiong Fei barely moved himself, merely engaging in passive defense. Perhaps, after he channeled his inner energy, although he became impervious to blades and spears, his agility and movement were greatly weakened, making it impossible for him to move effectively.

In other words, Xiongfei is now a stationary target, but only if Meng Zhao's speculation is correct, and not if Xiongfei deliberately created a flaw to lure him in.

Secondly, Xiong Fei's so-called Mixed Iron Body is like a martial art of external martial arts, and it must have a weakness. In fact, Cai Qi has been looking for the opponent's weakness.

At a crucial point, Xiongfei made a critical choice, which also revealed that he actually has quite a few weaknesses.

The eyes are the most obvious point, followed by three acupoints located at the three major acupoints of Tian Tu, Tan Zhong, and Guan Yuan.

Whenever Cai Qi's blade was aimed at these suspected weaknesses, Xiong Fei would always defend himself with his fists and palms.

The situation couldn't be sustained for long. Before long, Cai Qi's predicament became increasingly precarious, and he appeared to be struggling to cope. Meng Zhao didn't stand Cai Qi up and slowly began to circulate his internal energy.

Before anyone knew it, a fine white mist began to form and cover the entire road, eventually transforming it into a scene resembling a fairyland of clouds and mist.

This scene immediately caught Xiongfei's attention.

"There's someone else here. This person's martial arts skills might not be inferior to those of the Cai family. Sure enough, if the other party dares to come, they must have something to rely on."

While fighting Cai Qi, Xiong Fei was consciously on guard against his surroundings. He used 70% of his energy to deal with Cai Qi and 30% to guard against ambushes. Even so, he still had the upper hand. If it weren't for Meng Zhao, Cai Qi would have been dead without a doubt.

It is evident that this person's martial arts skills truly live up to his reputation.

If his martial arts skills are already this good, then Zheng Lie and the old patriarch of the Fang family are even more powerful. In such a vast world, there are quite a few people stronger than them. It is really unlikely that Meng Zhao can compete for the title of the number one in the world in a short period of time.

Upon seeing the scene shrouded in mist and clouds, Cai Qi knew that Meng Zhao had made his move.

He quietly stepped back, exhaling a long breath of stale air, his entire spirit and energy noticeably diminished.

Such an intense battle was the first and only one he had ever fought in his life, and the danger involved goes without saying.

However, it's all worth it.

Even if he can't kill Xiong Fei today, he has unleashed his body's potential during the attack. His martial arts skills may not seem to have undergone a dramatic change, but given time, as long as he digests what he has gained today, it is a certainty that his martial arts skills will improve in the future, or even make a great leap forward.

As for now, it is not the time to relax. Meng Zhao may not be able to kill Xiong Fei. Perhaps, the two of them will need to work together.

Meanwhile, Xiongfei was also on high alert. Alarm bells were ringing in his mind. His eyes scanned his surroundings, but everything was covered by a white expanse, and he could not see anything. He could only rely on his hearing, energy, or intuition to sense things.

Before anyone knew it, Meng Zhao had silently leaped down from the tree, drifting like a falling leaf, arriving on the wind, his Cold Moon Sword already drawn.

Meng Zhao completely merged into the white mist, eliminating his own scent, voice, and killing intent, acting as a ghost.

The white mist is his eyes, the white mist is his nose, and the white mist also hides his murderous intent.

Meng Zhao's Cloud-Covered Mist technique represents the greatest development and utilization of the Cloud-Gazing Skill, similar to the Silent Killing Technique in Naruto, artificially creating an environment highly advantageous to himself.

In this way, combined with his own swordsmanship and assassination skills, he would naturally be invincible.

Despite Meng Zhao's current restraint and the intense sword intent filling his mind, the pressure he is putting on Xiong Fei is actually far greater than that of Cai Qi, whose attacks were extremely fierce before.

Xiong Fei dared not be careless. His palms turned into the color of cyan iron, and he struck left and right in succession. One after another, fierce palm winds appeared in the form of palm prints within the white mist.

However, no matter how hard it was attacked, the white mist lingered and refused to dissipate, like a ghost.

Xiongfei could increasingly sense the immense threat posed to him by the person lurking in the shadows.

No longer daring to hold back, he gathered all his energy, focused it in his throat, and in an instant, unleashed an incomparably sharp sonic wave.

Circular ripples spread outwards from the center in all directions.

All the white mist along the way was evaporated and swept away, restoring the previous dim environment.

The instant the sound wave was emitted, Meng Zhao drew his sword.

This sword strike was like the tip of a blade of grass, stirring up only a slight breeze.

This wind, like a surging tide, rises high and continues uninterrupted, transforming into towering waves.

In the end, the sword and the wind merged into one, transforming into a sword wind that pierced Xiong Fei's Tanzhong acupoint with perfect accuracy.

Xiong Fei's eyes were filled with astonishment. He had clearly blocked the sword, and his Iron Hand Skill had clearly worked. Why, why did the sword still pierce him?
Let alone Xiong Fei, even Cai Qi, who had great confidence in Meng Zhao, could not describe the exquisiteness and charm of this sword strike.

No, it's not charm, it's magic.

He looked at the sword as if it were a gentle breeze, softly and gently blowing towards Xiong Fei.

Xiongfei could block a solid sword with his fists, but he was powerless to stop a gentle breeze.

The wind is all-pervasive; as long as there is a flaw or loophole, it will surely blow in.

As for the Iron Hand Skill, it can break a physical sword. Could it also shatter the invisible wind?
This sword technique can be described as divine; it would be fitting to call it a divine sword.

And this is one of the results of Meng Zhao's recent acquisition of wind skills and creation of the Divine Wind Force.

Wind is something that is omnipresent and free between heaven and earth.

By integrating the sword with the wind, and harmonizing the spirit of the sword with the wind, one's swordsmanship naturally becomes as agile, swift, and all-pervasive as the wind.

No matter how strong Xiongfei's defense is, it is impossible to be completely without any flaws. If it were, he would not be Xiongfei, but one of the top masters in the world.

However, although the sword struck Xiong Fei's Tanzhong acupoint, seemingly breaking through the weak point of his Hun Tie Gang body, it was still a significant blow.

In fact, this sword strike did not achieve the expected result.

The moment Meng Zhao struck, he felt himself touch something incredibly hard. The burst of sword energy tore open a wound, drawing out a few drops of blood, but that was all.

The Mixed Iron Body technique remained intact; in other words, this weakness was fake, something Xiong Fei could create to mislead his opponent. (End of Chapter)