King of Hundred Victories Saber

Chapter 345 - 147: Bloody Finale, Treachery Schemes Again, Beauty’s Rainy Sorrow (Part 4)

His movements were as swift as a fierce wind. With a horizontal slash of his Myanmar Saber, a cold blade light flashed by. As a "crack" resounded, like a thunderbolt on a clear day, Yang Hua’s neck was instantly severed.

Yang Hua’s head shot out like a cannonball, drawing a strange arc in the air before landing on the ground three zhang away with a dull "thud".

Meanwhile, his headless body gushed blood like a fountain. Crimson blood sprayed from the blood vessels of his neck, forming columns splashing onto the surrounding ground. The torso wobbled a few times before eventually collapsing with a roar, kicking up dust and blood.

At this moment, Yang Han, Yang Cun, and Yang Qun witnessed this gruesome scene, their hearts chilled. Yet, they quickly steadied themselves, exchanging glances filled with unwavering determination and tacit understanding.

Understanding each other perfectly, they advanced towards Shi Feiyang in a triangular formation from three different directions. Their steps were steady and forceful, long spears gripped firmly in their hands with spear tips gleaming coldly.

Yang Han was the first to make a move, using the "Sickle Hook Spear Technique". With a loud shout, he swung his dual spears, their tips slicing through the air with a howl like a raging wind.

His palms, infused with deep Inner Strength, reddened slightly, his face flushed, and veins bulged on his forehead, clearly channeling all his might into this thrust. The dual spears, like fierce serpents, lunged swiftly at Shi Feiyang’s chest and abdomen, the spear tips cutting through the air with a sharp "swish" sound.

Yang Cun followed closely, wielding his long spear and showcasing the "Sickle Hook Spear Technique". Each spear shadow carried lethal energy, forming a dense network aimed directly at Shi Feiyang’s vital points.

His eyes were cold and focused, with the spear dancing in his hand like a nimble serpent, difficult to guard against.

Yang Qun held his spear, employing the "Sickle Hook Spear Technique". Spear flowers shimmered as he tried to entrap Shi Feiyang with a supple and resilient sword style.

Though they were fellow disciples using the same Sickle Hook Spear Technique, the execution differed with each individual’s martial prowess.

Yang Qun’s spear moves resembled the form of Tai Chi, combining hardness and softness. The spear tip sometimes darted like a spiritual snake, sometimes spiraled like a dragon, seemingly gentle yet harboring deadly intent. Shi Feiyang was undaunted, his gaze resolute and calm.

Emitting the cold aura of the Bright Jade Technique, an instant later, a bone-chilling aura rapidly spread outward from him.

The surrounding ground was instantly covered with a thick layer of frost, becoming smooth as a mirror, as if transformed into a giant ice surface.

The steps of Yang Han, Yang Cun, and Yang Qun immediately slipped, their figures stumbling. They struggled to stabilize, but on the slick ice surface, they wobbled like puppets losing balance.

Seizing the chance, Shi Feiyang executed the Hundred Victories Saber Technique. With movements as fast as lightning, he flitted between the three like a ghost, making it hard to trace his path. He used a move called "Autumn Wind Sweeps the Leaves," with a flash of saber light akin to a golden lightning slicing through the night sky, slashing fiercely towards Yang Han.

Yang Han attempted to block with his spear, but his unstable stance slowed his reaction slightly.

With a "puff," the saber energy sliced through the air, cutting Yang Han’s arm, leaving a deep wound from which blood spurted like a fountain. Yang Han let out a scream, the intense pain causing his body to tremble, nearly dropping his spear.

Instinctively clutching his wounded arm, a pained expression crossed his face. However, suddenly his neck throbbed, and his vision blackened as his head flew off, his torso collapsing with a heavy thud, spraying blood.

Shi Feiyang then executed a move called "Shooting Star Chases the Moon". Saber light, resembling a rapidly streaking meteor, charged forcefully towards Yang Cun. Yang Cun, shocked, tried to dodge but was hampered by the icy ground beneath him.

With a "crack," Shi Feiyang’s Myanmar Saber slashed heavily against Yang Cun’s long spear, the mighty force instantly breaking it.

The upper half of the broken spear clattered to the ground, Yang Cun’s face filled with terror as he looked at the remaining half of the spear in his hand, despair rising within him. Suddenly his chest ached, and half of his body was sliced off by Shi Feiyang’s Myanmar Saber.

Shi Feiyang then executed a move called "Blade Light Sweeps Shadows". The saber light shone brilliantly, like a dazzling curtain, sweeping towards Yang Qun.

Yang Qun hurriedly swung his spear to block, but Shi Feiyang’s blade momentum was too fierce. With a "thud," Yang Qun felt a powerful force shocking his arm to numbness, the spear in his hand flying off as his neck throbbed, his head lurching away, his body collapsing heavily, blood flooding the ground.

The spear traced an arc in the air, landing with a "puff" into the distant ground, its tail still gently quivering.

Feng Miao watched from the side, awestruck by Shi Feiyang’s prowess, fear secretly gripping his heart.

His eyes filled with terror and despair, knowing full well he was no match for Shi Feiyang.

Continuing to fight could only lead to death.

Thus, a determined look flashed in his eyes. He turned and fled the battlefield like a black lightning bolt.

The group of men in black, seeing Feng Miao’s escape, fell into disorder, losing all will to fight, scattering like birds and beasts.

Shi Feiyang’s gaze was like a torch, watching coldly as the enemies scattered like lost dogs, showing no intention of pursuit.