Cui Buqu's heart is made of steel. Feng Xiao sighs lightly, showing a look as if he's helpless towards Cui Buqu, before walking towards Fo
Er.
His footsteps are very slow, practically enough for one to think that he is hesitating.
However, Fo Er does not rush him, in fact, he patiently waits for Feng Xiao to stop almost three meters away from him.
"Commander Feng, are you injured?" Fo Er asks after him in concern.
"No." Feng Xiao's calmness, from the way Fo Er sees it, is a complete pretend.
Fo Er smiles slightly, "If Commander Feng feels himself inadequate, I can let you take three moves in advance."
Feng Xiao, "Thanks!"
Fo Er: "..."
He would never imagine that Feng Xiao would take the chance so quickly, so Fo Er stares at him for a moment only to see his opponent returning him with an innocent look.
He is a young man who holds the title of Commander of the Jiejian Bureau, as well as a top martial artist, should he not be proud, stuck-up, and full of pride?
But Feng Xiao not only did not proudly decline his offer, he has instead accepted it very quickly with not even a lick of hesitation.
Fo Er suddenly feels that he regrets offering.
But since his words have been spoken, he could not take them back and could only beckons with a hand.
"Then, come at me."
Feng Xiao unapologetically leaps into the air like a crane extending its wings with a proudness that ripples waters, and charges at Fo Er with a speed as quick as lightning.
Something strikes in Fo Er's heart, and he instinctively wants to deliver a deflecting attack, but suddenly he recalls that he promised to let Feng Xiao take three moves in advance, so he turns his move from offensive to be on the defensive, sliding to the side to avoid it instead.
However, Feng Xiao is like a shadow that stick fast to him and refuses to detach. No matter where Fo Er leaps to, Feng Xiao follows suit, yet that isn't the only thing, for the wind that follows his moves also followed after him.
Fo Er loathes himself for those words he says in public, and that he had to hold back from using any of his moves, but after he watches Feng Xiao conduct two moves, very quickly he notices that actually, Feng Xiao never needed those three moves in advance.
At this moment, it is only the second move, yet Fo Er suddenly feels that since he did not come here just for a spar, and that the audience might not be able to see how many moves have been made, he suddenly turns into an offensive stance and shoots put a palm aiming for Feng Xiao's right shoulder!
Feng Xiao narrowly turns his body sideways to avoid it, before raising another foot into the air, blocking his opponent's attack.
"Did you not promise to let me have three moves in advance? Why after two moves, you failed to refrain yourself?" He laughs.
"I fear Commander Feng has recalled loudly!" Fo Er snickers, not slowing down his attack.
Originally, his martial arts already possess incredible foundation, but at this moment, it is even more sly and crafty than before. Encircling Feng Xiao continuously, he promptly finds a weak spot to attack, intending to take Feng Xiao's life with a single blow. However, Feng Xiao's reflexes are incredibly fast, he rises from his left, and move from his right, ascending into the air, not allowing Fo Er to have that chance.
When a martial artist achieves their sort of level, it is fine if they do not spar at all, but once they do, it would not be something like the match today where one chases and the other hides. From the eyes of the audience, Feng Xiao's moves would appear light and unexciting to them, as if he isn't truly fighting seriously at all, but for Fo Er's this is the behaviours of someone wounded and could not fight with his full strength.
But there is effort required even if one is to hide, and everyone has the moment when they depletes themselves of their stamina. And so, Fo Er is not in a hurry.
However, the Second Prince is very impatient.
Because of his shame yesterday, he hated Feng Xiao and his people. If they had been ordinary people from the Central Plains, then the Second Prince would have already cut their heads down to feed to the wolves. However, he could not win against Qiao Xian, so let alone Feng Xiao. Because of their identities, he could not do anything to them at the moment, so he has been keeping this burning flame in his heart.
Just now when Fo Er and Feng Xiao score a draw in the archery competition, the Second Prince finds that he is not satisfied. He wishes for Fo Er to kill Feng Xiao with a single blow. Because if that succeeded, then the remaining two people of the Sui Empire's representatives are only a sickly fool and a woman, so they would not pose any threat. Let alone the fact that all the neighbouring kingdoms would lose confidence in the Sui Empire, but even Khan Apa would also announce his alliance to side with Khan Ishbara on the spot, no longer would he consider to ally with the Sui Empire. That woman Jin Lian would never dare to speak again. After these people fall from grace and power, the Second Prince could do anything he wishes with them, whether he wants to slaughter or skin them alive.
He stares at the two people in battle and their shadows with both eyes practically exuding fire. He could not help but wishes that his fire would materialize into a forest fire and burn down all the disgusting people from the Central Plains.
Fo Er's eyebrows furrow after he hits thin air for the third time.
In the past ten moves, Feng Xiao has been hiding and avoiding him, and very seldom he attacks. However, there seems to be no strategy behind them, as if Feng Xiao simply just coincidentally manages to avoid all his moves.
Why is he not attacking?
The more he is like this, the more Fo Er wants to force him to attack. His palm came, like the rolling of waves and thunder, rising up in a huge force, wanting to tear open Feng Xiao's mask and force him to stop avoiding him, forcing him to battle with him face-to-face.
Ping!
The palms of both men connects, and their inner strength clashes against one another like two mountains colliding into each other. At that moment, the earth crumbles and the waters rippled violently. Fo Er feels a trace of pain spreads from his palm, then he realizes something.
All his moves are aimed towards the spot on Feng Xiao where he thought he was injured, but, what if he isn't injured at all?
He has fought twice with Feng Xiao, so naturally he knows that he is slightly under Feng Xiao when it comes to skills, however, Fo Er refuses to acknowledge this fact. He is the well-respected number one fighter of Göktürk, even in the Central Plains, rarely can he find any worthy rivals. If Feng Xiao is injured, then there is no stronger or weaker between them, only opponents that are around the same level.
Yesterday, a strange incident happened. Today, Feng Xiao's unnatural grip on the bow does not look pretended to him. When Feng Xiao behaves like this, Fo Er does not have complete confidence in taking him down.
As both of them finishes that move, they spilt apart and drops from the air lightly.
Something rolls down Fo Er's sleeve, and suddenly a small little golden object appears in his hand.
The small golden object is originally just the size of a finger, but when Fo Er turns his wrist slightly, the golden Vajra becomes a little longer. In the end, it is as long as a person's arm, and with such an object in his hand, Fo Er charges against Feng Xiao!
There are thousands of strange weapons in the world. Most people enjoy using knives and swords, but there are some who are exceptions. Feng Xiao likes to use a zither, for the music of the zither could injure his enemies, and the zither itself could be used to hit his enemies. Right now, however, Feng Xiao did not bring a zither with him, and not only did he not bring a zither, but he did not even have any sort of weapons on him.
In the face of an opponent with a golden Vajra, he only has two choices: to engage in battle, or to avoid it to save himself.
Fo Er estimates that his opponent would choose to avoid it, so he's sealing all Feng Xiao's exit routes, not allowing his opponent to escape, so that he is forced to engage in battle.
Feng Xiao inhales a breathe of air, before pulling himself slightly higher, as if he wants to catch the golden Vajra with his bare hand.
But that would be no use.
Fo Er laughs a silent and cold laugh, because his fatal attack is not on the golden Vajra, but it is on—
His other hand!
Following the golden Vajdra falling into Feng Xiao's hand, Fo Er's attack also hits the fatal spot on Feng Xiao's chest.
This move is infused with a hundred percent of his strength, so even if Feng Xiao is not injured, he is distracted by the golden Vajdra, so naturally it is impossible for him to block this incoming attack as well.
"Why are you so sure that I am injured?"
A light-hearted voice floats into Fo Er's ear.
In the next minute, Fo Er discovers that his golden Vajdra hits thin air, and that his palm feels as if it has hit a sheet of cotton, his strength completely absorbed.
"I have been waiting for the moment you would unleash all your strength." Feng Xiao says, "Your patience has improved since the City of Six Crafts, but—"
Fo Er suddenly feels that something is not right, so he immediately retreats, but it is too late.
Because Feng Xiao's speed has increased compared to when he was avoiding his attacks. As Feng Xiao stops next to him, he slams a palm into Fo Er's shoulder blade. With his other hand holding a sword, he pierces it into Fo Er's back.
When top martial artist battles, no one is permitted to blink. Fo Er vomits a mouthful of blood, but he did not hesitate moving forward, wanting to relieve himself of the sword Feng Xiao pierced into his back.
His reflexes are quick, but Feng Xiao could guess what he intends to do, so he quickly flips his wrist and the sword thrusts even further. His other hand relents Fo Er's shoulder, but it quickly seals a few meridians on Fo Er's neck and head.
Another mouthful of blood!
Fo Er finally loses all control over himself, and his body slumps to the ground.
All but his eyes, opening wide and glaring at Feng Xiao, his fury and anger refusing to leave his eyes.
Feng Xiao moves his arms a little and finds that just now, the cost he gave to catch the other's Vajdra is not a little amount. Not only is his arm broken by the Vajdra, but he feels that some of his tendons might have also been broken, and there might even be some internal bleeding.
But to exchange such little wounds for Fo Er's life, in his eyes, this is a worthy trade.
"You did not guess wrong. I am injured." He kneels and tells Fo Er, who is holding his last breathe, "However, it is impossible that you are oblivious of a specific mind cultivation method called 'Meridians Sealing' that could temporarily seal wounded meridians to enhance my full potential. Although it has a few side effects, but to suffer those side effects in exchange for your life, to me, is worth it."
"In fact," Feng Xiao picks up the golden Vajdra next to his feet and tosses it behind his back as if he's tossing trash, "You thought that only you have a hidden weapon with you? Of all the people who plays dirty tricks in the world, you are not the only one. Once you reach Hell, you can tell the Judge of Hell to not let you run into me in your next life. O, I also forget, you Göktürk people do not have the concept of the Judge of Hell, so you can be a wandering ghost, number one fighter of Göktürk."
In the last few sentences, he could not help but places heavy emphasis.
Fo Er opens his mouth, as if he wants to say something, but fresh blood could not stop spilling from the corner of his lips. He could not say what he wanted, and finally his body stops moving. In the end, he was suffocated to death by Feng Xiao.
All around them is silence.
For the death of a dignified number one fighter of Göktürk to end in such a way, everyone is so shocked that they could not speak.
Only the time of one joss stick ago, everyone has thought that the one who would die would be Feng Xiao.
The Second Prince freezes with a bundle of grapes in his hand, staring with his mouth and eyes wide, his hand pausing in the air, as if he's a mere puppet.
At this moment, Feng Xiao turns around to give him a smile.
Fo Er's Vice Commander shouts loudly and rushes towards Feng Xiao.
In the next moment, fresh blood flies into the air three feet away, and following it is the corpse of the Vice Commander, finally landing on the grass.
Both Khan Ishbara's ambassadors, one of them even a top martial artist, were killed just like that?
The Second Prince's hand shivers, and when he looks at Fo Er's unblinking stare once more, he could not help feeling an urge to run behind Khan Apa to hide.
Author's Note:
Feng Xiao: Am I awesome?