C16 The Grace of That Sword
C16 The Grace of That Sword
Jing Hao's cultivation was at the peak of the Ninth Level of Qi Martial Stage. His strength surpassed the majority of outer sect disciples and he was ranked 6th. His most glorious achievement was to be able to defeat three martial cultivators at the Ninth Level of Qi Martial Stage with only one sword.
They were completely not equal in strength. However, Lin Feng had beaten back Jing Hao in front of everyone, killed Jiang Huai, who was under Jing Hao’s protection, and slapped Jing Hao in the face. Just as everyone was waiting for Lin Feng to endure Jing Hao's anger, Lin Feng took the initiative to go up to the Platform of Life and Death. He considered everybody and everything beneath his notice and challenged Jing Hao.
"Perhaps he knows that Jing Hao won't let him off, so he puts up a desperate fight." The crowd silently said in their hearts. After all, Lin Feng was only at the Eighth Level of Qi Martial Stage. The difference in strength between him and Jing Hao was too great.
At this moment, Jing Hao's face turned green and white. He had never suffered such humiliation before since he had entered the Cloud Sea Sect.
"Since you are seeking death, I shall grant your wish." Jing Hao hated Lin Feng to the marrow of his bones. After seeing Lin Feng's Thunder Sword Technique, he understood that Lin Feng did not lie to him. Jing Feng must have been killed by him.
Not only had Lin Feng killed his younger brother, he had also humiliated him.
Going up to the Platform of Life and Death, a strong sword qi was released. Behind Jing Hao, an illusionary sword shadow pointed to the sky. This was his Sword Martial Soul.
"Jing Hao actually uses his martial soul. It seems like he wants to kill Lin Feng in a gorgeous manner."
The crowd immediately understood Jing Hao's intentions. He wanted to prove to everyone that he was strong.
"Take out your sword. I'll take your three hits first." Jing Hao stood with his sword in hand, giving off the aura of a swordsman.
Lin Feng revealed a cold smile. He suddenly moved and the sword in his hand gave off countless sword shadows. When these sword shadows arrived in front of Jing Hao, they turned into one sword. Thunder rumbled and it was deafening.
"So powerful, he actually manages to cultivate his Thunder Sword Technique to such a level." When everyone heard the thunderous sound, they were overwhelmed with shock. This was comparable to true thunder, people could easily image how powerful was its explosive force?
The disdain in Jing Hao's eyes disappeared. This sword was enough for him to pay close attention.
The long sword hummed and thunder roared as sword shadows appeared. The strong explosive force was unable to break through Jing Hao's sword shadows by even half a step.
"One strike!" Dissolving this sword, Jing Hao said.
Lin Feng was not disordered. He was still as resolute as before. The rolling thunder was like a torrential river, continuous and unending. The second sword carried along with it the wild and tyrannical thunder as it furiously stabbed forward.
Jing Hao continued to defend without attacking. The sword shadows were like a curtain of water as he prepared to receive all the attacks.
However, just at this moment, when Lin Feng's tyrannical strike was about to reach Jing Hao, Lin Feng's grip on the sword suddenly loosened. The long sword followed the thunder and whistled forward, breaking through Jing Hao's sword screen.
"What is he doing?"
Everyone was shocked when they saw this attack. That move by Lin Feng was infused with all of his strength. He did that to increase the power of this strike, allowing the sword to break through Jing Hao's defense. But if Jing Hao were to block this strike, wouldn't he lose his sword? That was an idiotic way to fight.
Jing Hao smiled after a brief moment of absent-mindedness. He was truly courting death.
Retreating a bit, Jing Hao sheathed his sword and a wave of sword shadows appeared in front of him.
However, after the sword in Lin Feng's hand shot out, his body moved at the same time and he quickly ran at Jing Hao. His speed was as fast as a ray of light.
"Two sword strikes." When Jing Hao saw Lin Feng run towards him, he did not panic at all but calmly counted down. When he stopped counting, the sword that Lin Feng had shot out powerlessly fell, but Lin Feng approached him.
"You're courting death." When the Thunder Sword stabbed out, thunder roared through the air. Lin Feng had already lost his sword, so he wanted to attack from a close range. Jing Hao did not need to count to three. This strike was enough to take Lin Feng's life.
But at this moment, Jing Hao heard Lin Feng say one word, one simple word, enough.
The word just fell as it seemed to echo the thunder, a bolt of lightning flashed across the crowd, and its resplendent brilliance fixed in the pupils of the crowd before it disappeared in a flash.
Jing Hao's throat moved. He seemed to have understood what he meant. The last word he heard in this life was enough.
"Three sword strikes."
These words came out of Lin Feng's mouth. At this moment, his back was facing Jing Hao and his voice was not loud, but everyone could hear it clearly since it was silent around. The moment he finished speaking, all of a sudden, Jing Hao fell down.
Everyone stared at them as they revealed looks of disbelief. Jing Hao had lost?
How did Lin Feng do it?
"Sword Drawing Arts." There were many inner sect disciples among the spectators. They could see that the bolt of lightning was a sword light, but because this sword light was too fast, it streaked across the sky like a bolt of lightning. Many people didn't even see clearly what it was.
The crowd suddenly burst into an uproar as everyone started discussing about that resplendent sword technique that tore through the air.
Jing Hao, who was ranked sixth among the outer sect disciples, was defeated by Lin Feng with three sword strikes. The result of his defeat was death.
"Who is he?"
This was the question on everyone's minds. He wanted to challenge someone stronger than him, and the one he challenged was Jing Hao, who was a top cultivator at the Ninth Level of Qi Martial Stage. Lin Feng was definitely a genius. This battle was enough to make Lin Feng become famous in Cloud Sea Sect.
At this moment, on top of the gorge, countless people were also discussing Lin Feng's earlier sword attack.
In an attic next to the gorge, an old man let out a faint smile and said in a low voice, "Soft sword, so it's that kid. No wonder he dares to cultivate the Sword Drawing Arts, this kid's talent is very high!"
The old man was the guardian of the Star Pavilion, while Wind And Cloud Gorge was the sect disciple's training grounds. To a certain extent, it reflected the strength of the Cloud Sea Sect's disciples, so he took the time to take a look around when he was free, but he did not expect to see the scene on the Platform of Life and Death. He was the one who gave Lin Feng the soft sword as a gift, so how could he not know who Lin Feng was?
Apart from that old man, Jingyun and Han Man, there was another person who recognized Lin Feng. That person was Guo Hai, and he was the one who had threatened Jing Yun with Jing Feng's death. But he was injured by Lin Feng in one move, so he found Jing Hao. Remembering what Lin Feng and the other two were wearing, he found them in the Wind And Cloud Gorge. Afterwards, he set up a plan to kill Lin Feng and the rest.
Guo Hai saw that Lin Feng had even killed Jing Hao and couldn't help feeling aghast as he tried to secretly slip away.
"Isn't it a little late to leave now?" Lin Feng had long noticed Guo Hai who was hiding behind Jing Hao. Lin Feng said coldly when he saw that Guo Hai wanted to slip away.
Guo Hai's steps faltered and he felt a chill down his spine.
Hearing the footsteps behind him, Guo Hai turned around and forced a smile that was uglier than crying.
"It's none of my business. I didn't do anything."
"Is that so?" Lin Feng sneered, not concealing his killing intent at all.
"This is the Wind And Cloud Gorge, not the Platform of Life and Death." When Guo Hai felt Lin Feng's killing intent, his voice trembled.
"I know." Lin Feng indifferently said as the Nine Waves struck Guo Hai directly. Guo Hai did not even resist because Lin Feng had already killed Jing Hao. What was the use of him resisting?
He reached out his hand and picked Guo Hai up, then turned around and went back to the Platform of Life and Death. He threw Guo Hai on the ground and picked up the sword on the ground.
"Now, you're on the Platform of Life and Death."
People in the crowd were shocked again as they stared speechlessly at Lin Feng. This fellow was truly ruthless.
"I didn't get here myself. You have broken the sect’s rules. You dare to break the rules." Guo Hai did not expect Lin Feng to do this. The fear of death made his entire body tremble.
The sword light flashed, and Guo Hai's voice suddenly stopped.
"Does the sect really have rules?"
Lin Feng thought to himself. However, he did not say these words out loud.
If the sect really had rules, would Liu Fei dare to shoot him directly with an arrow? If the sect really had rules, would the inner sect disciple, Yu Hao, dare to unleash that fatal sword attack at him? Rules were forever dead. He only set those rules for a portion of people. When you were strong enough and your talent was high enough, to you, there were some rules that didn’t need to follow at all.
Lin Feng was not fond of killing. On the contrary, in the previous world, killing was a capital offense, but in this world, there were countless people who wanted to kill him for reasons that were not justifiable and sometimes there was even no reason. Those things allowed Lin Feng to understand that this was a world dominated by the experts, a world of indifference. Thus, to those who wished to take his life, he would mercilessly brandish his killing sword. If you did not kill them, they would kill you.
Lifting his feet, Lin Feng arrived in front of Han Man. Han Man grinned at him and said, "I've always believed that you could do it."
"I believe it too." Lin Feng also smiled and carried Han Man on his back. He gave Jing Yun a look and left under everyone's gaze.