Crossover anime/manga, immediately transmigrated after death

The desert wind howled past.

Twilight fell.

A boy who knows no martial arts stands before a peerless master, wielding a sword that does not belong to him.

Chapter Eleven: Now that things have come to this, we have no choice but to fight first and talk later.

Twilight fell.

The desert wind, carrying fine sand, stung my face.

Zhang Yang gripped the Xuanyuan Sword with both hands, holding it horizontally in front of him.

The sword was so heavy that his arm kept shaking.

The sword was also very long, much longer than he had imagined.

He doesn't know how to use a sword.

He didn't even know how to hold it correctly.

But he didn't give up.

“She’s your junior apprentice,” Zhang Yang continued. “Cheng Ling Shuang’s disciple, Qin Su Yi’s daughter. You even met her when she was little… Are you really going to lay a hand on her?”

Ma Feima's eyes flickered slightly: "I just want to teach you a lesson. I do what I think of, and I have to teach you a lesson."

"Is it because I guessed correctly?" Zhang Yang's voice was soft, yet it was like a knife, steadily thrust out. "I guessed what the Seven Swords of Taixu did twenty years ago."

"That incident made all of you think that if Master Chiyuan were to return, he would definitely eliminate you one by one."

"I guessed right, didn't I?"

"You seven killed Master Chiyuan."

The desert wind suddenly stopped.

Between heaven and earth, you could hear a pin drop.

Ma Feima stood there, motionless, the sword scar across his face particularly striking in the twilight, like some kind of brand, etched on his face and in his heart.

"Hahaha--"

He suddenly burst into laughter, as if he had heard some incredible joke, or as if he could finally hold back a secret he had kept inside for twenty years.

"Good lad! Good lad!"

"I've been wandering the martial world for twenty years, and this is the first time I've been shut down like this by a kid who doesn't even know martial arts!"

He stopped laughing and stared intently at Zhang Yang: "That's right! We killed Immortal Chi Yuan! Twenty years ago, the Seven Swords of Taixu besieged Taixu Mountain and personally sent our master to his death!"

"But didn't Chi Yuan also kill people and burn down manors? More than a hundred people lived in Yijian Manor, and he burned them all to the ground! Tell me, what did this Chi Yuan Immortal, whom everyone in the world reveres, do?"

Like a fire that has finally found an outlet, he said loudly, with a mixture of crying and laughing, "The world has misjudged True Man Chi Yuan, and it has also misjudged us, the Seven Swords of Tai Xu."

Zhang Yang simply said, "But perhaps it's just that the seven of you have misjudged Chi Yuan."

Ma Feima was slightly taken aback, as if a red-hot iron had been doused with a bucket of cold water, and with a hiss, a puff of white steam rose up.

boom!

Like a bowstring stretched to its limit, bursting forth after a brief pause.

Zhang Yang felt a blur before his eyes, and a violent aura rushed towards him. He even felt dizzy and his heart was pounding as if it was about to jump out of his body.

That's power!

It is said that there is a profound skill in modern martial arts called "eye killing," which can scare a person to death with a single glare.

Ma Fei Ma has already reached this level; his mere aura could probably recreate the power of Zhang Fei's roar at Dangyang Bridge, which scared people to death.

But Zhang Yang's mind calmed down at that moment.

Every battle, in the final analysis, is a battle of the heart.

The level of martial arts skill is part of strength, but mindset, emotions, judgment... these are the most lethal weapons.

A confused mind is bound to make foolish moves.

Even in modern sports competitions, there's a saying that 50% depends on training and 50% on mentality.

Ma Feima was already in a state of confusion, and he was also hesitant to act rashly.

Zhang Yang stood in front of Li Sushang. (Turn)

The true energy of the Great Void is fierce and unparalleled. If it were to strike out with a palm, it could certainly kill Zhang Yang, but it would also inevitably affect the girl behind him.

Therefore, he dared not use his true energy, nor would he use it.

Moreover.

Who is Ma Feima?

The Sixth Sword of Taixu: A madman who roams the martial world without restraint, if he were to use his true energy to deal with a boy who doesn't know martial arts, he would feel ashamed.

He only needs his fists.

Using fists means close combat.

Getting close is an opportunity to show off.

"what……"

Ma Feima suddenly smiled, as if he had discovered a joke.

Zhang Yang casually asked, "What are you laughing at?"

"Don't you find it ridiculous? Someone who has never met her believes in her, while her disciples don't."

"That's really ridiculous."

"Kid, aren't you afraid of me?"

"I didn't think too much about it."

Zhang Yang was quite frank; he hadn't really thought too much about it. But Ma Feima couldn't help but wonder—why did this young man dare to stand in front of him?

He squinted and saw Zhang Yang's eyes at that moment.

Ma Fei Ma thought of Ye Xue.

That Akhal-Teke horse, which he chased for hundreds of miles before finally making his close friend recognize it as his master.

He would always remember the look in Ye Xue's eyes when he caught up with him; it was full of vigilance, hostility, and defiance, yet also carried a strange focus.

That was the look in a wild beast's eyes.

The eyes of a wild beast, driven solely by instinct for survival.

At this moment, this is the look in the boy's eyes!

Ma Feima's heart suddenly calmed down.

He kept thinking he was talking to a clueless, arrogant young man.

But he was wrong.

This boy is a wild beast.

All his words, all his provocations, all his seemingly reckless actions... were all instinctive.

He is seeking victory in his own way.

Why the martial arts competition?

All for the sake of winning.

If you don't have the will to win, then what's the point of practicing martial arts?

How much resources, how many years, and how much refinement does it take to forge a competitive spirit?

The boy in front of us was born with such a heart!

it is good!it is good!it is good!

interesting.

Ma Fei Ma recalled the process of taming Ye Xue back then, how he resisted time and time again, how he tried to throw him off, kick him with his hooves, and bite him with his teeth.

But he didn't give up, riding on it again and again until the horse finally accepted him.

Wild animals should be treated like tamed wild animals.

Ma Feima took a half step back and stretched his shoulders.

boom!

The sand exploded, and Ma Feima's figure turned into a blur, with a sandstorm swirling behind him!

He was like a cannonball, hurtling straight at Zhang Yang!

The force of that punch was enough to make an ordinary person's legs go weak and they fall to the ground!

call--

Before the fist even landed, the wind from it cut Zhang Yang's face like a knife.

That punch was meant to kill!

Zhang Yang's heart pounded wildly in his chest, and the hair on his body stood on end. He couldn't even tell if his blood had gone cold from fear or if the night wind was just too chilly.

In the blink of an eye, Zhang Yang simply turned around, gripped the Xuanyuan Sword tightly with both hands, and used all his strength to stab it towards a certain spot in the void to his right!

rustle!

The imposing Ma Fei Ma suddenly vanished, like a mirage—it was a reflection!

In the void to the right, Ma Feima's figure materialized, his right hand just emerging from the air, a gesture he was preparing to use to draw attention to Zhang Yang from the side.

But he didn't expect that.

This boy saw through it!

How did he see through it?

The Xuanyuan Sword's blade pierced straight towards his heart!

What a fine sword! It truly is a fine sword!

Even without true qi, and even though the boy was not strong enough, Ma Feima still did not dare to be reckless. He flipped his wrist and his fingers gripped the blade of the Xuanyuan Sword!

Om-!

The sword vibrated violently, emitting a piercing metallic hum!

But for the first time, shock appeared in Ma Feima's eyes!

Because Zhang Yang pulled a short dagger from his belt with his left hand, while Ma Feima held the Xuanyuan Sword in his right hand, and at the same time, the dagger in his left hand slashed upwards!

Wow!

Ma Feima gripped the Xuanyuan Sword with his five fingers, his body leaning slightly forward as he parried the sword's edge, exposing the area from his chin to the side of his neck to the trajectory of the dagger!

The timing, the angle, the speed—everything was perfect!

Hiss!

The blade sliced ​​across the skin on Ma Feima's neck, leaving a thin red mark that stretched from below his ear to the side of his Adam's apple.

If it weren't for his internal energy protecting him, this strike would have severed his carotid artery!

Unfortunately, Zhang Yang doesn't know true qi.

Unfortunately, Zhang Yang doesn't know martial arts.

So it's just a red mark, just a broken skin.

"What a pity..."

Ma Feima had originally decided to teach Zhang Yang a lesson he would never forget, but now he changed his mind and simply raised his hand to slap him.

Bang!

Zhang Yang was lifted off the ground, spun twice in the air, and then crashed heavily onto the sand, rolling seven or eight steps away.

My vision was blurry, my ears were ringing, and I had a metallic, rusty taste in my mouth.

She just fainted.