Immortal God of War

Chapter 657 - 629 Strong Woman_1

Several moments passed.

Qin Feiyang arrived at a massive peak.

The peak, roughly five to six thousand feet tall, was the tallest mountain in the surrounding few miles.

He ascended to the summit, standing at the edge, looking down at the scenery before him.

In front of him was a vast plain.

There were no trees on the plain, but it was covered in wild grass, a lush sea of green.

BOOM! CRACK!

The noise of battle, incessantly echoing, was as deafening as thunder.

The sounds originated from the center of the plain.

A fierce battle was taking place there.

A man and a woman were fighting, but due to the distance, their faces were not clearly visible.

However, the man had a head of long red hair, which suggested he was Wan Chou.

A few hundred meters away from the battlefield, four figures stood shoulder to shoulder, also keeping an eye on the battlefield.

These four were Fenghuo, Fengg Wuxie, and the pair of twin sisters.

Qin Feiyang watched for a while before shifting his gaze. It was too blurry to see clearly, so it would be better to find Master Fatty and the others first.

Pretty soon, he spotted Master Fatty and his companions on a small hill not far away.

WHOOSH!

Qin Feiyang leaped, expertly navigating the terrain, and quickly arrived at the foot of the hill.

It took a dozen or so breaths before he reached the location where Master Fatty and the others were.

"Who’s there?"

Master Fatty was the first to sense someone nearing and abruptly turned his head. However, when he saw Qin Feiyang, his expression froze.

How could there be two Bosses?

Dong Zhengyang and the Wolf King weren’t startled, as they were already aware of the situation.

However, the Black Dragon Serpent and the Alligator King, like Master Fatty, were looking with astonishment at the two Qin Feiyangs.

Dong Zhengyang prepared to explain, but Qin Feiyang gestured him to stop, then turned to Master Fatty and said, "You’ve been with me for about five or six years, so you should know me quite well by now. Tell me, who is the real Qin Feiyang now?"

Master Fatty was taken aback, looking over Qin Feiyang and Dong Zhengyang.

Both men had the same face, same height, and wore the same clothes. For a moment, he couldn’t guess who the real person was.

That’s not right! A person can change their appearance, but their eyes and inherent nature aren’t so easy to conceal.

With this thought, Master Fatty began to examine them more closely, especially the gazes of Qin Feiyang and Dong Zhengyang.

After a moment, he pointed at Dong Zhengyang and said, "You’re the impostor."

Dong Zhengyang’s expression stiffened, and he frowned, "How can you tell?"

"Because Boss’s eyes carry a sense of vicissitudes, as if he has seen through everything in the world. And I can’t see that in your eyes," Master Fatty explained.

"If I’m not mistaken, you must be Dong Zhengyang."

Master Fatty chuckled.

Dong Zhengyang looked startled. Not only was he able to judge that I was an impostor, but he was also directly able to figure out my identity. How did Master Fatty do that? Could he, by any chance, have a pair of truth-seeing eyes?

Dong Zhengyang curiously asked, "On what grounds do you say that I am Dong Zhengyang?"

Master Fatty said with a roguish smile, "It’s still your eyes. Honestly, your eyes are very special—cold, yet carrying a hint of darkness. This shows your heart isn’t pure, am I right?"

"It’s your heart that isn’t pure!" Dong Zhengyang’s face twitched.

Although he wasn’t a saint, he was still a reasonable person who understood right from wrong. How could this damn Fatty slander him so badly?

Dong Zhengyang shot Master Fatty a glare, then swallowed a Rejuvenating Pill and quickly reverted to his true appearance.

"It really is you."

"I was just joking earlier, don’t take it to heart!"

"Actually, your heart isn’t impure. It’s just a bit, um... sleazy. That’s all," Fatty said, laughing impishly.

"Get lost!"

Dong Zhengyang’s veins bulged with anger.

’Sleazy’? That sounded even worse than ’impure’! And the most outrageous part was him saying ’that’s all’? Wasn’t this a blatant insult to his character?

"I was just joking, just joking..."

"I swear on Boss’s name that I didn’t mean any harm, Brother Dong, don’t get angry!" Master Fatty said apologetically.

"My name?" Qin Feiyang’s face darkened.

Dong Zhengyang was even more infuriated. When did I become his ’brother’?

"Top Grade."

Both men shook their heads; the helplessness in their hearts could only manifest as a silent sigh.

Qin Feiyang collected himself, walked over to Master Fatty, and asked while looking at the battlefield in the center of the plain, "How’s the battle going?"

Dong Zhengyang said in a deep voice, "That woman is formidable; even Wan Chou was being suppressed by her."

"What?" Qin Feiyang’s gaze faltered.

From this position, he could clearly see the woman’s true features.

The woman, about 1.75 meters tall, was wearing a long white skirt. She had a great figure, with curves in all the right places, but her appearance was rather ordinary.

She was the type of woman you wouldn’t look at twice even if you brushed past her on the street.

However, she had an extraordinary aura.

Her skin was also very smooth and delicate.

The word ’Feng’ was indeed embroidered on her chest.

And after observing, Qin Feiyang confirmed that Wan Chou was indeed being suppressed by this woman.

Suddenly, Qin Feiyang furrowed his brows and shook his head. "Something’s not right!"

"What’s not right?" Master Fatty and the others asked in surprise.

Qin Feiyang asked, "Isn’t that woman a Three Star War Ancestor?"

"That’s correct," Master Fatty nodded.

"She is a Three Star War Ancestor, and so is Wan Chou. Moreover, Wan Chou also has a perfect auxiliary Battle Art. How could she possibly be Wan Chou’s opponent?" Qin Feiyang said.

Master Fatty and Dong Zhengyang looked at each other, stunned.

Right! What’s going on? This doesn’t make sense!

After pondering for a moment, Qin Feiyang asked, "Where did Wan Chou start losing?"

"His Battle Arts."

"In the beginning, they were evenly matched, but when they started using Battle Arts, Wan Chou gradually fell behind."

"From what I have observed, if not for his perfect auxiliary Battle Art, that brat Wan Chou would have lost the ability to resist long ago," the Wolf King spoke, a trace of solemnity in his eyes.

"Battle Arts..." Qin Feiyang lowered his head, lost in thought.

"Is this the strength of the top person from You State?"

But suddenly, a clear and pleasant voice rang out.

Qin Feiyang raised his head and saw the woman had stopped, looking at Wan Chou from across the distance. Her eyes, black as gemstones, contained a hint of mockery.

Moreover, after fighting for so long, there was not even a speck of dust on her; her white skirt was as pure as snow.

Wan Chou, in contrast, looked extremely battered.

Not only were his clothes torn and ragged, but his body was also covered with wounds and full of fresh blood.

Hearing the woman’s words, a trace of fierceness surfaced on Wan Chou’s brow. He said sternly, "If I remember correctly, this is the first time we have met. So, why have you singled me out?"

"Singled out by name?" Qin Feiyang was a little stunned and looked at the Wolf King and Fatty in confusion.

The Wolf King said, "When this woman intercepted Wan Chou and his group, she did specifically call out Wan Chou by name, but she never revealed the reason."

This was strange. Wan Chou was with Fenghuo and the others; why did she ignore Fenghuo’s group and single out only Wan Chou?

Once again, Qin Feiyang looked up at the woman, waiting for her answer.

At the same time, Fenghuo and his companions, standing at the edge of the battlefield, were also wondering about the reason.

However, the woman did not answer. She just looked at Wan Chou, her gaze seeming to hold a trace of indignation.

"I just don’t like the look of you."

After a very long pause, the woman finally stated a reason that left everyone present dumbfounded.

Starting a fight just because she didn’t like the look of Wan Chou—wasn’t this woman too willful?

Qin Feiyang was also inwardly amused; this woman was rather interesting.

However, Wan Chou was burning with rage.

He had thought that this woman might bear some grudge against him, but he didn’t expect that it was just because of such a ridiculous reason.

This was intolerable!

More importantly, he, the renowned top expert of You State, had been defeated by a woman. This made him feel utterly humiliated!

BOOM!

Wan Chou’s body trembled, and a heaven-storming aura erupted.

Next, he lifted his arm, his index finger pointing skyward. His eyes glinted with a terrifying light as he roared, "Blood Soul Palm!"

Instantly, a torrent of blood-red light surged from his fingertip, and a massive, blood-soaked palm materialized in the air.

"Here it comes."

"This is Wan Chou’s strongest Battle Art!"

"That lass will definitely use her Battle Art too. Watch carefully," the Wolf King reminded Qin Feiyang.

Qin Feiyang glanced at the Blood Soul Palm, then his gaze shifted and locked firmly onto the woman, full of anticipation.

"Still not giving up?" The woman’s delicate brows knitted, a hint of impatience in her voice.

"Who do you think you are?"

"Do you think your meager abilities can make me give up?"

"Let me tell you, today, either you die or I perish!"

Wan Chou grinned savagely. The colossal blood-red hand above him shot through the air, emanating an unparalleled Evil Qi!

Even the void itself seemed to be stained crimson by it!

"Ignorant."

Seeing this, the woman shook her head. With a gentle wave of her fair hand, streams of Sword Qi surged out, coalescing around her.

Her long hair danced in the wind, her sleeves fluttering.

At this moment, she resembled a keenly honed blade, her entire being exuding an astonishing sharpness!

"Condense!"

Following her low cry, the Sword Qi around her surged into the sky, condensing into a three-foot battle sword that gleamed with dazzling brilliance.

Its terrifying sharpness was like a mountain-toppling, sea-overturning force, potent enough to tear the very earth asunder!

"Holy Sword Judgment!"

The woman looked directly at Wan Chou, her eyes also glinting with a terrifying light.

With a downward press of her jade-like finger, the three-foot slender sword tore through the sky, carrying with it myriad streams of Sword Qi as it slashed towards the colossal blood-red hand!

BOOM!

The two collided.

To Qin Feiyang’s astonishment, the battle sword effortlessly cleaved the blood-red hand in two, causing it to rapidly dissipate.

"This is..."

As he watched the outcome, Qin Feiyang’s gaze trembled, his face filled with disbelief.

"What is it?" The Wolf King, Fatty, Dong Zhengyang, the Black Dragon Serpent, and the Alligator King all looked at him in surprised confusion.

"Perfect Battle Art!" Qin Feiyang enunciated each word clearly.

"What?" Fatty and the others paled in horror.

What in the world? Have Perfect Battle Arts really become so common?

Qin Feiyang looked at the woman, finding it incredible.

Before entering the Netherworld, he thought that among the Nine States, only he, Fatty, the Wolf King, and Lu Hong possessed Perfect Battle Arts.

But he never imagined that not only did Wan Chou from You State possess one, but now even someone from Feng Province had one.

It seems winning this Nine States’ War will be more difficult than I imagined!

Qin Feiyang shifted his gaze back to Wan Chou.

He saw Wan Chou half-kneeling on the ground, hands clutching his chest, continuously spitting out blood. His hair was in disarray, and he looked extremely battered.

Evidently, the previous collision had dealt him a devastating, life-threatening injury.

However, the expression on his face grew even more ferocious!