King of Hundred Victories Saber

Chapter 392 - 156: Dragon’s Shadow Unleashed: The Chronicles of Shi Feiyang’s Campaign Against the Raiders

In the thrilling and intense duel between Liu Dayou and Takeda Ci, Liu Dayou unleashed the awe-inspiring "Two-finger Zen" Divine Skill, renowned throughout Jianghu. The powerful force it contained was enough to make the martial world stand in awe and reverence. At this moment, Liu Dayou was like an angry Vajra, exuding a majestic aura, with both index fingers extended forward, the fingertips seemed to gather the light of cold stars, flickering with a chilling brilliance.

Each time he extended his fingers, it was like Mount Tai collapsing, carrying the might of thunder and lightning, precisely and without error penetrating towards Takeda Ci’s vital points.

The finger wind howled past, emitting a sharp "tch tch" sound, akin to a sharp blade slicing through steel, ruthlessly tearing apart the air in the night sky, causing the surrounding space to seem slightly distorted by the fierce finger wind.

Facing Liu Dayou’s overwhelming attack, Takeda Ci was not to be outdone, swinging his long sword and displaying the exquisite "Fusang Swordsmanship." His figure was agile, the sword flowers flickered, impenetrable, the sword body like a nimble silver snake, shuttling back and forth in the air, hissing. The swordsmanship was so exquisite that it left people dazzled, marveling at the profoundness of his swordsmanship.

However, in the face of Liu Dayou’s fierce and sharp "Two-finger Zen," Takeda Ci’s swordsmanship, although exquisite, gradually seemed insufficient.

Liu Dayou’s finger wind narrowly grazed Takeda Ci’s wrist several times, the strong finger power numbed his tiger’s mouth, causing arm pain, and the sword in his hand nearly slipped. Takeda Ci was inwardly suffering, his eyes wide with disbelief, unable to fathom how this seemingly ordinary man before him could wield such astonishing martial prowess.

Liu Dayou’s "Two-finger Zen" was not only immensely powerful but also had ever-changing moves, endless, making him feel unprecedented pressure, as if he was in a storm and found it hard to resist.

Meanwhile, Shi Feiyang was engaged in a life-and-death struggle with other Fusang generals, and the three thousand disciples of the Heroic Sakura Association quickly mobilized under Xie Wen’s command. They were like a well-trained elite force, every move revealing unparalleled coordination and rich combat experience. Under Xie Wen’s leadership, the disciples’ eyes were firm, full of fearless courage.

They were skilled in action, quickly drawing bows and setting arrows, uniformly, bowstrings taut, poised to release. With a low and powerful order, "swoosh swoosh swoosh," a thousand arrows shot out, arrows like raindrops shooting towards the Fusang camp.

Each arrow carried lethal force, cutting through the air with a cold light, directly targeting the enemy’s vital points.

The arrows pierced the night sky, with a sharp whistle, wherever they reached, the Fusang soldiers were struck, emitting waves of shrill screams.

These screams echoed in the night sky, like the cries of evil spirits, chilling and terrifying to the bone.

At this time, the Fusang military camp was still being relentlessly ravaged by fire, flames soaring to the heavens, dyeing the entire night sky blood red.

The fiercely burning flames intertwined with the rain of arrows, forming an extremely tragic scene, as if the Gate of Hell had opened, demons descending to the world. Amidst the fire, the Fusang soldiers’ tents collapsed one after another, burning wood crackled, accompanied by the cries and painful groans of the Fusang soldiers, making one sigh at the cruelty and ruthlessness of war.

After launching waves of arrow rain, the three thousand disciples of the Heroic Sakura Association fully utilized the assassination tactics that martial artists excelled in.

Their figures were agile, like a group of swift leopards, quickly rushing into the Fusang camp.

Only the daggers in their hands flickered with a cold light, appearing and disappearing in the darkness.

The disciples skillfully navigated among the panicking Fusang soldiers, each strike precisely targeting the crucial points of the Fusang soldiers.

Some Fusang soldiers didn’t even have time to make a sound before their throats were slit by the blade, falling silently; some Fusang soldiers, stabbed in the chest, eyes widened in fear, slowly fell. The disciples’ actions were clean and swift, without any superfluous movements.

They moved freely on the chaotic battlefield, taking the Fusang soldiers by surprise.

Under the multiple blows of fire, arrow rain, and the disciples’ assassinations, the Fusang soldiers suffered heavy casualties, and the camp was in chaos.

They fled in all directions, like headless flies, completely losing their ability to resist, only able to await death in fear and despair.

The ground was full of Fusang corpses and blood, the blood glaring under the firelight, staining the earth dark red.

This night raid battle, like a nightmare, cost the Fusang soldiers dearly and highlighted the bravery and fearlessness of the three thousand disciples of the Heroic Sakura Association under Xie Wen’s command.

Shi Feiyang stood amidst the flames and smoke, his aura like a raging sea, roaring fiercely.

His gaze was like a pair of burning torches, glowing in the dark, locking onto Jingkou Qianqin, with eyes full of deep hatred for the Fusang’s atrocities, the hatred wanting to burn everything before him to ashes.

At this moment, he employed the Bright Jade Technique, a bone-chilling cold spread madly from him as the center, freezing the surrounding air instantly, emitting a "crack crack" subtle sound, a thick layer of frost quickly formed on the ground, vegetation withered and crumbled to dust under this extreme cold.

The Myanmar saber in Shi Feiyang’s hand, under the boost of the Bright Jade Technique, emitted a faint blue light, like an ice dragon about to awaken.