King of Hundred Victories Saber

Chapter 329 - 144: Shi Feiyang Outsmarts Lv Yuan, the Failed Raid Becomes a Laughingstock (Part 4)

Shi Feiyang seized the moment when his enemy’s moves were exhausted, revealing a flaw, and swiftly drew the Myanmar Saber.

The blade gleamed with a cold light, like a silver lightning bolt.

His movements were as quick as lightning as he charged into the enemy ranks. With the swing of the Myanmar Saber, cold light scattered in all directions, creating sharp blade beams wherever it passed. The Jinyi Guards fell one after another, their screams echoing intermittently in the rainy night.

Master Yuan Chi sat quietly on the painted boat, like an ancient Buddha statue. The years had etched deep wrinkles on his face, yet they couldn’t conceal the extraordinary serenity.

His eyes were slightly closed, holding a wine cup lightly in his hand. He occasionally took a sip of the fine wine, then picked up a peanut and put it into his mouth, savoring it slowly, as if the external battle had nothing to do with him.

Despite the deafening shouts around, with blades and swords flickering incessantly, the tranquil aura he emitted made one corner of the boat feel like a peaceful haven.

His inner power was unfathomable, seemingly enveloped by an invisible shield. Any splinters of weapons or surges of True Qi that came near were quietly neutralized, dissipating into nothingness, as if he had merged with the heavens and earth, forming a world of his own.

Shi Feiyang faced the Jinyi Guards, fierce as wolves and tigers, with a stern expression, his eyes revealing resolve and determination.

He activated the Bright Jade Technique, and a faint blue light enveloped his body. A piercingly cold aura spread rapidly, with him at its center.

The moisture in the air quickly condensed into countless tiny ice crystals, which fell with a "fluttering" sound, shining with a chilling light in the dim rainy night.

The elite Jinyi Guards leading the charge felt a chill rising from their feet to the top of their heads. It was as if countless tiny ice needles pierced their acupoints, causing intense pain at first, followed by numbness. Their bodies became so rigid they couldn’t move, forced to watch as Shi Feiyang’s Myanmar Saber swung toward them.

Shi Feiyang executed the Hundred Victories Saber Technique, the Myanmar Saber in his hand resembling a nimble dragon, flickering with cold light in the rainy night.

His figure flickered, moving as fast as lightning, leaving only a blurred afterimage. With each swing of his saber, a "whooshing" sound accompanied it. The flickering blade beams intersected, as if trying to tear apart the rainy night.

"Swish, swish, swish," the Myanmar Saber traced dazzling arcs in the air. Where the blade beams reached, the Jinyi Guards’ weapons were severed one by one, emitting a crisp "clang" sound.

Seeing this, an elite Jinyi Guard shouted loudly, gripping his long sword with both hands. Using all his strength, he slashed at Shi Feiyang, trying to turn the tides. Shi Feiyang’s lips curled slightly, revealing a contemptuous smile. He neither evaded nor avoided, swiftly sliding sideways as the long sword was about to strike him. At the same time, he rapidly spun the Myanmar Saber, forming a silver curtain of light.

With a "crack," the Jinyi Guard’s long sword was instantly shattered into pieces, while Shi Feiyang’s Myanmar Saber took the opportunity to pierce into his chest. Blood spurted like a fountain, quickly mingling with the icy rain and dispersing.

At this moment, the battle on the painted boat grew more intense. Rainwater mixed with blood and flowed along the gaps in the boat’s deck.

Lv Yuan, Cai Kun, Xiang Laixiang, and others stood aside, watching Shi Feiyang and Master Yuan Chi display such valor, feeling secretly distressed.

Several times they wanted to step forward to help, only to find that their actions would rather hinder. Shi Feiyang’s saber technique was too fierce, his True Qi overflowing, and a slight oversight could involve them. Helplessly, they exchanged glances, their figures flickering as they jumped off the painted boat and stood on the shore, watching the battle on the boat with unwillingness.

The remaining Jinyi Guards on the boat did not give up due to their companions’ retreat.

With a resolute determination to die, they continued to besiege Master Yuan Chi and Shi Feiyang.

However, their resistance appeared so futile in front of Shi Feiyang.

Shi Feiyang moved as if in an unpopulated land, wielding the Myanmar Saber with impenetrable precision. Each strike hit the enemy’s vital point accurately.

"Puff, puff, puff," one Jinyi Guard after another fell, their screams echoing in the rainy night, gradually drowned by the sound of wind and rain.

Master Yuan Chi remained seated, leisurely savoring fine wine and peanuts, as if what unfolded before him was merely an illusory dream.

Yet, the True Qi surrounding him invisibly guarded him, preventing any approaching enemies from getting even slightly close.

Shi Feiyang, meanwhile, grew increasingly courageous as he fought. The cold aura of the Bright Jade Technique inexorably corroded the enemy’s bodies, while the fierce onslaught of the Hundred Victories Saber Technique caught them unprepared. The Jinyi Guards besieging them on the boat had been slain by Shi Feiyang. Their corpses lay strewn across the boat, blood staining the deck red, slowly flowing into the lake under the rain’s wash.

The spring rain fell like silk, densely sprinkling over Taihu Lake. The originally calm surface of the lake was now stirred into turbulence. The boat swayed slightly in the wind and rain, clashing with the lake water, producing a "creak, creak" sound.

Hu Kun gripped the copper staff tightly with both hands, his knuckles turning white from the exertion. He shouted, a voice like a tolling bell echoing in the rainy night. His form suddenly twisted, like a black whirlwind, as he performed the "Six Harmonies Staff Technique."

The copper staff in his hand whistled in the wind, tracing trails of afterimages in the air, with a "wheezing" sound. The staff shadows layered heavily, resembling an impenetrable net, descending upon Shi Feiyang’s head.

Each swing of the copper staff carried the force of a thousand tons, seemingly intending to smash Shi Feiyang directly to the lake’s bottom.

Meanwhile, Lian Ri Wang, an adept from the "Seven Skill Lock Heart Sword Sect," gazed with eyes as fierce as a hungry wolf in the dark night. The long sword in his hand flashed with cold light, like a meteor streaking across the rainy night. His wrist trembled slightly, and the sword, like a snake flicking its tongue, made a "hissing" sound, directly aiming at Shi Feiyang’s throat. His sword moves were bizarrely unpredictable, as intricate and complex as a seven-quartet, leaving one defenseless.