Wuxia: Become the 100-Victory Sword King at the Beginning

Chapter 105: Soul-stealing Battle: Hundred Victories Sword Technique vs. Seven Cuts and Seven Absolutes Palm
Shi Feiyang became more and more courageous as the battle went on. His face was filled with a confident smile. That smile was like the warm spring sun, dispelling the haze around him and bringing a touch of warmth and hope to this brutal battle.

As the Mingyu Gong was activated, a faint, frosty, snow-like halo enveloped his body, as if he were draped in a mysterious battle armor. At this moment, his eyes burned with blazing fighting spirit, like two blazing flames, tightly locked onto the black-robed guest.

The corners of Shi Feiyang's mouth rose slightly, outlining a confident yet slightly contemptuous arc, and he performed the "Raging Waves Slash" from the "Hundred Victories Sword Technique". His arm muscles instantly tensed up, and veins bulged, like little snakes ready to attack.

There was determination in his eyes. He held the Burmese knife tightly in both hands, raised it high, and slashed it down at the man in black robe.

The blade carried all his strength, like a surging wave, sweeping towards the black-robed guest with overwhelming force.

The blade sliced ​​through the air, emitting a whistling sound like the roar of waves. That sound contained endless power, as if to devour everything before it. His movements were smooth and powerful, and each swing of the blade seemed to have been meticulously crafted countless times, full of power and beauty, as if performing a thrilling dance performance, each move precise and deadly.

His eyes were fixed on the black-robed man's every move, his expression so focused that it seemed as if the only thing in the world was him, his opponent, and that fatal blow. The black-robed man gradually felt the pressure multiplying, and beads of sweat oozed from his forehead. In the cold air, the sweat instantly condensed into ice beads, gleaming coldly on his forehead like crystal diamonds, yet exuding an aura of fear.

The man in black robe didn't expect Shi Feiyang's martial arts to be so powerful. With the blessing of Mingyu Gong, his Baisheng swordsmanship was even more powerful.

At this moment, Shi Feiyang was like a god of war, awe-inspiring. Every movement he made was imbued with power and majesty, firmly in control of the fate of this fierce battle. The black-robed man's breathing began to quicken, the "wheezing" sound particularly clear in the silent night sky, like an old bellows struggling to operate.

"Seven Cuts, Seven Deaths, Heartbreaking Palm!" the black-robed man roared, the sound like thunder exploding from the ground, shaking the air around him and sending leaves rustling and falling. He exerted all his might, attempting to reverse the situation. A frantic expression crossed his face, his eyes gleaming with despair as he made a final struggle, unleashing the last of his strength.

His hands danced rapidly, their shadows heavy and creating a whirring sound, as if countless invisible hands were moving through the air. Wherever the palm wind passed, the air seemed to be torn apart, making a "puff puff" sound, carrying a sinister aura, like a group of evil spirits from hell, rushing towards Shi Feiyang, the chill that seemed to freeze a person's soul.

Shi Feiyang, however, showed no fear. He snorted coldly, his nostrils twitching slightly, a flicker of disdain in his eyes. He flashed, unleashing a miraculous skill known as "hiding one's identity and reputation." Like a phantom, he moved at a speed so swift it was difficult to capture, seeming to melt into the air and vanish from sight. His footsteps were light and agile, a tap of his toes, and he drifted through the air like a willow catkin blown by the wind. Only a faint rustling sound reached his ears, the sound of his clothes rubbing against the air.

Shi Feiyang deftly dodged the black-robed man's palm strike and, with a backhand strike, unleashed the "Golden Dragon Claw" move from his "Hundred Victories Sword Technique," slashing at the black-robed man's arm. A fierce glint flashed in his eyes, like a hungry cheetah stalking its prey. With a swift, flashing blade, he closed in on the black-robed man's arm. The blade, like a nimble, serpentine, carried a deadly threat as it pierced the black-robed man's vitals. The blade gleamed with a cold light, as if a snake were spitting out its tongue, emitting a chilling murderous intent.

The black-robed man quickly withdrew his hand to evade the blow, but Shi Feiyang's knife still sliced ​​his sleeve. The moment his sleeve was sliced, a hissing sound was heard, and a chill penetrated the wound, causing the black-robed man to shudder. He was filled with shock and anger, his eyes filled with rage and resentment, and his moves became increasingly chaotic. A crack appeared in his once solid defense, and it was about to be completely breached.

He stumbled, and the soles of his shoes rubbed against the ground, making a "crunching" sound, which told of his current embarrassment.

Shi Feiyang took advantage of the situation and launched an overwhelming attack. He used the ultimate move "Heaven and Earth Live Together" from his "Hundred Victories Sword Technique".

In an instant, his eyes revealed a look of determination and madness. He tightly grasped the Burmese knife in both hands, leaned back slightly, and then suddenly lunged forward. The Burmese knife in his hand seemed to be injected with endless violent power, like a fierce wind wrapped in a sudden rain. Every knife was wrapped in the tremendous power of the creation of the world, just like countless sharp blades with cold light, slashing madly at the black-robed man.

The blades flashed like lightning, dense as a curtain of rain, dazzling the eyes. All that remained was a crisscross of silvery shadows, making it impossible to discern the trajectory of his attacks. The whistling wind accompanied the blades' movement, emitting a sharp "woosh" sound, as if cheering Shi Feiyang's attack. Under this overwhelming force of blades, the black-robed man could only defend himself, powerless to retaliate. He was left struggling, exhausted. His arms flailed, trying to block Shi Feiyang's attacks, their impact with the blades making a clanging sound, and each impact numbed his arms.

Shi Feiyang's eyes followed the black-robed man's movements, never missing a single detail. It was as if his gaze could penetrate his defenses and find the most fatal flaw. The black-robed man snorted coldly, a sound that seemed to come from the depths of hell, chilling to the bone. His figure flashed like a ghost, as fast as lightning, and he instantly dodged Shi Feiyang's razor-sharp strike, powerful enough to split mountains and shatter rock.

Immediately afterwards, the black-robed man formed seals with his hands in front of him, his fingers moving nimbly as if weaving an invisible web. He muttered something in a low, obscure voice, summoning some ancient and sinister power.

In an instant, the ground seemed to be torn apart by a mysterious force, and countless sharp ice spikes suddenly emerged.

As the ice spikes broke through the ground, a series of "cracking" sounds were heard, as if the bones of the earth were breaking.

These ice spikes, like sharp spears wielded by an ancient god of war, emanated a chilling chill as they pierced Shi Feiyang and his companions with swift force. Wherever the spikes touched, the ground instantly froze, leaving behind winding, spider-web-like ice marks. The earth convulsed painfully under the force.

There was a chill in the air, making people shiver uncontrollably, and the breath they exhaled instantly turned into white mist.

Shi Feiyang's eyes, seeing this, showed no sign of panic, but instead a gleam of excitement and anticipation. He spun swiftly, unleashing the miraculous skill of concealing his identity and reputation. His movements were lithe and agile, weaving through the ice spikes like a phantom. Each turn and each leap was perfectly timed, as if blending seamlessly with his surroundings, the sharp spikes always narrowly missing him by a hair's breadth. The hissing of the ice spikes through the air filled his ears, and his eyes radiated calm and composure, like a bottomless, icy pond, unruffled. Simultaneously, he unleashed the "Golden Dragon Claw" move from his "Hundred Victories Sword Technique," wielding his Burmese sword with ferocious force. A chill shrouded the blade, as if encased in a layer of frost armor. Each swing carried immense force, severing the approaching ice spikes one after another. Under his blade, they resembled fragile, withered branches, instantly shredded into several pieces. The severed ice spikes instantly turned into ice chips, scattering in the air, sparkling with crystal light, accompanied by crisp "ding ding" sounds, like a dazzling ice firework.

Shi Feiyang's figure loomed in the ice, like a fairy dancing in the snow, yet carrying a deadly murderous aura. His eyes were firm as he stared at the black-robed man, searching for the next opportunity to attack.

At this moment, Shi Feiyang, taking advantage of the black-robed man's distraction dealing with the icy spikes, once again unleashed his "Hundred Victories Sword Technique," the most powerful move of his "Longevity of Heaven and Earth." His facial muscles tensed slightly, his teeth clenched, as he concentrated all his strength. Instantly, his entire being merged with the heavens and earth, emanating an otherworldly aura. A dazzling blade light, like a staggering bolt of lightning, burst forth from his blade, slashing fiercely at the black-robed man with devastating force.

Wherever the blade passed, the air was torn apart by an invisible giant blade, emitting a sharp "swish" sound, like the sky wailing in pain under this force. The surrounding space seemed to be distorted by this powerful force, as if it was about to be cut in half by the blade.

Shi Feiyang's eyes were always fixed on the man in black robe, and his gaze seemed to want to devour him completely.

The black-robed figure's expression suddenly changed, his gloomy face instantly turning as pale as paper. His eyes were filled with fear, as if he had seen the Grim Reaper's scythe. Hastily, he produced a bracelet emitting an eerie glow. Engraved with strange runes, it spoke of an ancient and mysterious story. He muttered something in a low, rapid voice, like an enigmatic sorcerer unleashing forbidden magic. The bracelet instantly glowed brightly, forming an incredibly strong shield. The shield, a deep purple, seemed to be woven from countless mysterious energies, like an impenetrable wall, firmly blocking the sharp blade's rays.

The moment the blade collided with the shield, there was a deafening roar. With a "boom", the heaven and earth trembled at this blow. A powerful air wave spread in all directions, sweeping the surrounding sand, rocks and leaves into the sky, forming a chaotic vortex.

(End of this chapter)