Faced with the joint pincer attack from Zhu Lu and Nanmen Yun'er, Feng Piaoling remained unruffled. Red light flickered in his eyes as he leaned his body back. Simultaneously dodging the Hell Rush Stab, he performed a backflip, narrowly evading the Jade Blade. Following through, his left hand seized Zhu Lu's left wrist while his right hand pinched Nanmen Yun'er's arm blade.
The two girls were suddenly jolted with shock. Before they could react, they felt a massive surge of strength through their limbs; their bodies were violently jerked forward, completely out of their control.
Feng Piaoling spun them both in a circle on the spot before flinging them away, one in each hand.
At that moment, Wu Feng had already unsheathed her Dragon Claw on her left arm. Enveloped in dark red flames, she lunged toward Feng Piaoling. Before she even reached him, a scorching current of air blasted against his face.
The corners of Feng Piaoling's mouth curled upward. He circulated the fourth tier of his Azure Lotus Sword Technique. Raising his right hand, an azure aura billowed from his palm to meet Wu Feng's Dragon Claw.
BOOM!
The two palms collided. Azure energy and dark red flames intertwined, creating an incredibly intense sonic boom. Concentric ripples of mixed blue and red light undulated through the air. In their wake, gale-force winds raged. Zhu Lu and Nanmen Yun'er, who had just been flung away and hadn't yet stabilized themselves, along with Ning Tian, who was providing full support to the trio, suddenly lost their footing. In a moment of carelessness, they were nearly blown off the stage.
The entire audience let out a collective gasp of surprise.
The contact between the two attacks didn't last long before the respective counter-forces sent both combatants flying backward. The only difference was the distance. Feng Piaoling was not the type to play the fool and pretend to be unharmed just to save face. To dissipate the rebounding force, he took three steps back. Wu Feng, however, staggered back more than twenty meters before she managed to barely steady herself.
"So... so strong..." Wu Feng was inwardly amazed. Just now, when clashing palms with Feng Piaoling, her Dragon Claw had met his right palm, which was coated in soul power.
She should have held the absolute advantage. After all, with the support of her young master, Ning Tian, and having activated two of her own enhancement skills, her strength surpassed that of an ordinary Power Attack System Soul Elder. Yet, unexpectedly, she had been knocked back by an opponent who hadn't even utilized a martial soul. Furthermore, at the moment of impact, it felt as though hundreds of tiny blades were slicing into her Dragon Claw.
Finding the pain unbearable, she raised her hand to look. That incredibly hard, flame-covered Dragon Claw was now covered in numerous tiny lacerations. Blood flowed from her palm, causing her to hiss in pain.
Before Wu Feng could launch another attack, Feng Piaoling took the initiative and charged toward her. Zhu Lu and Nanmen Yun'er tried to pursue him, but to their horror, they discovered that Feng Piaoling's speed was even greater than theirs, despite their current enhancements from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Tower.
With a mere flicker of his form, Feng Piaoling appeared like a ghost just a meter in front of Wu Feng.
"Oh... no!" Wu Feng's face paled. Gritting her teeth, she endured the piercing pain in her left hand to swing her Dragon Claw while throwing a punch with her right.
She struck nothing but air. Suddenly, a sharp pain blossomed in her abdomen. Looking down, though she couldn't see her toes, she saw Feng Piaoling's soul-power-covered elbow; his fist had squarely struck her stomach.
Wu Feng let out a gagging sound, violently coughing up a large mouthful of bile.
In this moment, a classic scene was born. Much like Vegeta being struck in the gut by Goku during his first visit to Earth, Wu Feng clutched her stomach with both hands, her eyes bloodshot. She staggered backward, glaring at Feng Piaoling with a look of agony and indignation.
Ultimately, she didn't possess Vegeta's endurance. With a thud, she collapsed to the ground. Her body convulsed a few times, but she failed to get back up. The draconic flames on her body gradually flickered out, and her Red Dragon martial soul involuntarily retracted into her body.
Seeing Wu Feng defeated, Zhu Lu and Nanmen Yun'er exchanged a glance. Neither had any intention of giving up the fight.
The second soul rings on both girls lit up simultaneously. Zhu Lu's figure blurred. The instant Feng Piaoling knocked down Wu Feng, she lunged at him with speed even greater than before. Her body spun rapidly, her arms turning into a blur as she unleashed a relentless barrage of attacks.
This was the second soul skill of the Hell Civet martial soul: Hell Hundred Claws. It allowed the user to strike the same position on an enemy a hundred times in an extremely short period.
Naturally, Feng Piaoling would not allow her to complete the full sequence. His speed wasn't yet at the level where he could entirely evade the Hell Hundred Claws while it was boosted by the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Tower. Red light flickered in his eyes. After dodging seven or eight strikes in succession, he identified the pattern of the attack. His left hand seized Zhu Lu's left hand, and his right hand grabbed her right.
He crossed his hands and yanked. Zhu Lu felt a sharp pain in her arms, as if they were caught in a pair of iron pliers. Then, a massive force surged toward her. With her soul skill forcibly interrupted, she was pulled directly in front of Feng Piaoling. Their faces were suddenly inches apart.
Zhu Lu's pupils trembled slightly. At this close range, Feng Piaoling realized she had a pair of exceptionally beautiful large eyes, clear as water and devoid of any impurity. Her long eyelashes curved slightly upward. Combined with her heterochromatic eyes—one blue and one gold—they seemed capable of speaking.
As it looked like their faces were about to collide, lips to lips, Zhu Lu's breathing became ragged.
At the critical moment, Feng Piaoling chose not to take advantage of her. He leaned his body back and tossed her over his head and out of the ring. As a "reward," he caught a glimpse of that deep, mysterious "Mariana Trench." It was fair and white, carrying a peculiar, milky fragrance.
Just like that, Zhu Lu was casually sent off the stage by Feng Piaoling.
All of this happened in the blink of an eye, and right then, Nanmen Yun'er's attack arrived. While Zhu Lu had been distracting Feng Piaoling with her Hell Hundred Claws, Yun'er had already clasped her hands above her head. Emerald light condensed above her into a crescent-shaped blade of light.
The second soul skill of the Jasper Bluebird: Jade Slash.
Just as Feng Piaoling threw Zhu Lu out of bounds, the crescent light blade whistled through the air, heading straight for him.
Feng Piaoling's senses were incredibly sharp. He transformed his right hand into a blade, azure energy wrapping around his palm. Under the precise tracking of the Heaven-Reaching Demon Eyes, the trajectory of the crescent blade was laid bare. Just as the blade neared him, Feng Piaoling unleashed a hand-chop, striking the cross-section of the light blade.
CRACK!
The sound of metal snapping, enough to set one's teeth on edge, echoed through the air. The crescent light blade shattered instantly. To the onlookers, it looked as if the blade had delivered itself into Feng Piaoling's hand specifically to be broken.
At this sight, Mu Jin, acting as the referee, was stunned. Wu Feng, lying on the ground unable to rise, was stunned. Ning Tian, who was focusing all her efforts on supporting Nanmen Yun'er, was stunned. Zhu Lu was also stunned, her eyes filled with shock and a faint, indiscernible complexity.
Nanmen Yun'er's gaze was equally complex, filled with shock and disbelief. As the initiator of the skill, no one knew the power of the Jade Slash better than she did. It was one thing for Zhu Lu's Hell Hundred Claws to be forcibly interrupted and broken. But her Jade Slash came with a homing effect; it was supposed to be impossible to dodge.
Yet, such an attack had been broken by someone using their bare hands.
"Is this really something an eleven-year-old boy of her own age can accomplish?"
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