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Chapter 209 Brother Feng, watch out!

break off an engagement?!

These two words completely stunned Su Ling'er.

What the heck is this "announced engagement"?

Have I ever been married?
I had no idea!
Furthermore, it's one thing for Wang Xiedi to be jilted by his ghost wife, but at least he had a marriage to annul. Where did my marriage come from? What does it have to do with me?!

The little devil inside her was already frantically shaking Lin Qingfeng's collar.

Wang Xiedi was equally shocked!
No, wasn't it you who forced Shen Jiaye on me?
What is going on?
The group of undercover disciples stared in shock at Su Ling'er, Lin Qingfeng, and Wang Xiedi, their minds instantly conjuring up all sorts of melodramatic scenarios.

Ye Longtao sneered inwardly.

No wonder she was able to become the Holy Maiden of the Demonic Sect; it turns out there was this connection!

"I hope you can carry forward the glorious spirit of 'Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river, never underestimate XX's poverty'!"

"The competition now officially begins!"

After Lin Qingfeng finished speaking, he stepped down and returned the stage to Qian Buyu, the sect leader.

On the high platform, after Lin Qingfeng stepped down, "Sect Leader Qian" stepped forward again and announced the next round of the competition.

"The first match, disciple A, versus Li Chunfeng!"

……

As "Sect Leader Qian" finished speaking, Li Chunfeng and his disciple A stepped onto the martial arts stage under the watchful eyes of the crowd.

Mortals and immortals are separated by a fine line, yet at this very moment, they are drawn to each other with weapons.

The players in the spectator stands immediately became interested and started cracking sunflower seeds even more enthusiastically.

Meanwhile, a discussion broke out among the undercover agents.

"Brother Feng...is he up to it? Although I respect him a lot, he's just a mortal after all."

"Yes, Junior Brother Jia is at least a Qi Refining Level 4 cultivator, isn't this just pure bullying?"

"Alas, although Brother Feng's Dao heart is strong, the gap in cultivation level is ultimately an insurmountable chasm."

However, some disciples expressed different opinions.

"Is that so? Have you forgotten what happened at the haunted house? We all failed, but Brother Feng survived, didn't he?"

"Maybe he really does have some trump card that we don't know about?"

"But surely it's not enough to directly confront a Qi Refining cultivator?"

"But I believe in Brother Feng!"

On the arena, Disciple A's feelings were equally complicated.

He looked at Li Chunfeng, who was holding a wooden sword and whose expression remained as optimistic as ever, and felt a deep respect for him.

But he also knew that he was a cultivator at the fourth level of Qi Refining. If he couldn't even beat a mortal in front of everyone, how could he hold his head high in front of his fellow disciples in the future?
However, recalling Li Chunfeng's bizarre sword-drawing action that left afterimages, he still maintained basic vigilance.

Disciple A also drew his novice wooden sword, bowed respectfully to Li Chunfeng from afar, and began to speak politely:
"Senior Brother Li, please enlighten me!"

On the arena, Li Chunfeng faced his disciple, who was at the fourth level of Qi Refining, without any fear.

He stopped drawing his sword and sheathing it, and bowed to disciple A.

"Junior Brother Jia, this is wonderful! It is my great honor, Li Chunfeng, to be able to spar with you!"

Upon seeing this, disciple A's contempt lessened somewhat.

He decided that in order not to make Brother Feng lose too badly, he would not rush to use his spiritual power, but would first exchange blows with ordinary sword techniques to save face for this senior.

"Brother Feng, watch out!"

He let out a low shout, and the wooden sword in his hand turned into a blur, stabbing straight at Li Chunfeng's vital chest.

The sword strikes were fierce, creating a whooshing sound as the wind cut through the air.

However, Li Chunfeng did not dodge or evade this swift attack.

Just as the sword tip was about to touch him, he moved!
"Qiang!"

A clear, crisp sound!
Disciple A felt a subtle force emanating from the opponent's sword, instantly deflecting his own sword strike. Before he could react, Li Chunfeng flicked his wrist, completing the sheathing motion.

"Keng!"

The sound of the sword being sheathed was crisp and clean.

Disciple A was taken aback, but refused to believe it and drew his sword again.

This time, his swordplay was faster and the angles were more tricky!
"Clang!" "Bang!"

"Clang!" "Clang!" "Clang!" "Clang!"

What happened next shocked the undercover agent even more.

Brother Feng is indeed a master of disguise; he can deal with most sword moves simply by drawing his sword and sheathing it.

If he possessed spiritual roots and could cultivate, he might achieve... alas...

Pity……

No matter how the disciple's sword moves changed, Li Chunfeng only used one action to deal with them.

Draw your sword, parry, and sheath it!

Draw your sword, parry, and sheath it!

His movements were incredibly fast; each time he drew his sword, it blocked the disciple's attack path, and each time he sheathed it, it was as smooth as flowing water.

The sounds of "clang! clang!" rang out in unison.

The more the disciple fought, the more frightened he became.

He discovered that, in terms of sheer skill in swordsmanship, he was no match for this mortal senior brother!

Brother Feng... he was able to defend against all of his sword moves simply by constantly drawing his sword back into its sheath!
In terms of pure swordsmanship, I am far inferior to him!
Having thought of this, disciple A no longer held any contempt in his heart.

He abruptly retreated, creating distance between himself and Li Chunfeng, a serious expression on his face.

We've given Brother Feng enough opportunities to demonstrate his skills. Now, it's time to conclude this sparring match in a more traditional, scholarly manner.

"Brother Feng, watch out!"

Disciple A gave a low shout, channeling his spiritual power into the wooden sword. A crescent-shaped cyan sword aura roared out, tearing through the air and heading straight for Li Chunfeng!

The undercover agents in the audience held their breath instantly.

How can a mortal body react to a cultivator's sword strikes after channeling their spiritual energy?
Just before the sword energy was about to reach his body, Li Chunfeng suddenly moved with incredible speed, using his inner strength to slide half a step to the side at an extremely tricky angle!
"Whoosh-!"

The sword energy barely grazed the hem of his clothes before striking the arena behind him, leaving a shallow mark.

"You...you dodged it?!"

The undercover agents' eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

Has Brother Feng gained inner strength?

When did this happen?! How come they don't know?
Moreover, while mortal martial artists can indeed increase their speed using internal force, this is the sword energy that a Qi Refining cultivator uses to propel themselves with spiritual energy!

Brother Feng... how did Brother Feng manage to dodge that?!
Only Su Ling'er and Ye Longtao saw through the trick.

Su Ling'er's beautiful eyes sparkled with admiration.

wrong!

It wasn't something we managed to avoid!

He had already moved before disciple A unleashed his sword energy!
She could see clearly that Li Chunfeng's dodging movement was almost synchronized with the disciple's attack gesture!

Ye Longtao also looked somewhat surprised.

This mortal... is quite interesting.

He was able to predict the direction and timing of the sword energy attack from the opponent's subtle initial movements!

If he weren't limited by his spiritual root, and if he could cultivate immortality, his future achievements would likely be limitless...

Unfortunately, a pseudo-spiritual root is useless, and a mortal without a spiritual root is even more useless!

What a waste of such swordsmanship talent!
(End of this chapter)