C134 War Ji Rufeng
C134 War Ji Rufeng
Both of them were Genuine Martial Stage Level Two warriors, but Situ Cang's comprehension and utilization of martial intent was obviously much better than Duan Yan's.
The illusion covered Duan Yan, but Duan Yan was unable to break it. At this moment, Situ Cang moved. He struck out with his palm once again, knocking his opponent off the fighting stage.
Everyone's pupils constricted violently. The outcome of this battle had been decided so quickly. Duan Yan's sword was domineering, but Situ Cang was even stronger than him. He had defeated him with two palm strikes.
Just like what Situ Cang had said, the two of them were incomparable to each other.
Situ Cang had a handsome face and was not inferior to a woman. He had the demeanor of a scholar. His white clothes were purer than snow, and he looked like a weak scholar. However, the moment he attacked, he gave off an extremely heavy pressure. The intent of a Level Three could make his opponent sink into an illusion and not be able to extricate himself from it. This made Han Feng sigh with emotion. Sure enough, strength could not be judged solely based on one's appearance.
"Situ Cang wins." The judge announced indifferently. Situ Cang's fighting spirit was immediately retracted, and he stepped down from the fighting stage.
Han Feng saw that when Situ Cang passed by the crowd, the eyes of those people were filled with respect.
"Brother Situ's combat strength is so astonishing. I have underestimated him." Han Lei patted his head honestly, feeling a little embarrassed. Before, he thought that Situ Cang was being modest, but now, it seemed like he wasn't exaggerating at all.
"There are so many geniuses in this world. This little bit of ability of mine is nothing. Genuine Martial Stage is just the starting point of martial arts." Situ Cang's expression was still humble, as if the previous victory wasn't something worth being proud of.
Because, the current Situ Cang was still at the starting point.
Han Feng deeply agreed. When he had no cultivation base, he thought that Spiritual Martial Stage Level Nine was an absolute powerhouse. Genuine Martial Stage was just a legend. However, when he stepped into the Martial Path, only then did he sigh at how insignificant Spiritual Martial Stage martial artists were. Currently, he was standing at the peak of Spiritual Martial Stage. Even more so... He had the ability to fight a Genuine Martial Stage Level One warrior. However, in the eyes of those true major powers, he was still incomparably tiny.
Right at this moment, Han Feng's gaze swept across the Spiritual Martial Stage Battle Platform, and he suddenly froze. There was a familiar face on that battle platform.
Misty Rain Swordsman, Ji Rufeng.
Han Feng had never been able to see through this person.
Ji Rufeng was the same as Situ Cang. He was extremely handsome, but when he attacked, he was incomparably agile. His sword was like a fine drizzle, making it impossible for anyone to defend against it.
At this moment, on one of the battle platforms, it was the battle between Ji Rufeng and the other Expert of the Half-step Genuine Martial Stage.
In just a few days, Ji Rufeng had broken through to the Peak of Spiritual Martial Stage, and with the Sword Dao's will, he was more than enough to fight a Half-step Genuine Martial Stage warrior.
Han Feng guessed that with Ji Rufeng's ability, he should be able to break through to the Genuine Martial Stage Level One, and not need to go through the Half-step Genuine Martial Stage.
"Do you know him?" Situ Cang asked curiously when he saw Han Feng staring at Ji Rufeng.
"He is a super genius, Misty Rain Sword Ji Rufeng. Who doesn't know him?" Han Feng said with a smile.
"That's true. I heard that Ji Rufeng was taken in as a disciple by Sword Elder. His swordsmanship is extremely high, and he only needs to condense a Destiny Spirit before he can break through to the Astral Martial Stage. " Situ Cang nodded and said.
Han Feng's eyes revealed a trace of surprise. He was only a step away from forming the Destiny Spirit and breaking through to the Astral Martial Stage. This meant that Sword Elder's Sword Dao Intent and realm were both at the Level Nine. Such a powerful warrior's combat strength was absolutely terrifying.
If Han Feng had comprehended the Sword Dao Intent and reached the Level Three, his attack would be dozens of times stronger than before. What about the Level Nine of the Sword Dao Intent? Could it be that his attack was a hundred times, or even a thousand times stronger?
On the fighting stage, Ji Rufeng swung his sword and unleashed a dazzling sword beam. The sword beams were like sharp blades that could kill. He wanted to kill his opponent. His opponent was a student who had entered the Hongtian Academy a long time ago. He was only a little bit away from killing his opponent. However, when he faced Ji Rufeng... He felt helpless.
Soon, Ji Rufeng... Victory!
A faint smile appeared on Ji Rufeng's face. He glanced at the crowd, but when he saw Han Feng, he stopped.
"It seems like he's interested in you?" Situ Cang had an evil smile on his face, which made Han Feng roll his eyes at him. "What do you mean by interested? He just wants to fight."
"Brother Zhuo Mu, how about a fight?" Sure enough, Ji Rufeng invited Zhuo Mu to a fight.
"Alright." Han Feng's body was like a gust of wind, and he instantly arrived on the fighting stage. Han Feng was also a sword cultivator. He could understand Ji Rufeng's feelings. When he met someone as outstanding as Ji Rufeng, he would have to fight him before he gave up.
No matter what, the Sword Cultivator would always carry an incomparably sharp and wild aura. His sword could pierce through the heavens. He must fight a curious opponent, or else he would be unwilling to give up.
"It's Zhuo Mu and Ji Rufeng!" Among the spectators, there were many new students. Just a second ago, they had been distracted by Ji Rufeng's elegant demeanor, but now, they were shocked by Han Feng and Ji Rufeng's battle.
Even some of the older students had heard of Ji Rufeng and Zhuo Mu. After all, Ji Rufeng was the disciple of the Sword Elder, and Han Feng had struck twenty-five times on the war drum.
Some people even said that Zhuo Mu should be considered a super genius. After all, he had defeated Hai Zhan before. However, for some reason, there was no movement from the academy. It was even to the extent that... No elders were willing to accept Zhuo Mu as their disciple. This made them feel extremely surprised.
However, no matter what, Han Feng's talent and combat strength were unquestionable. This battle attracted the attention of many students.
"Don't you need to rest?" Han Feng asked. Ji Rufeng had previously fought with an Expert of the Half-step Genuine Martial Stage, so he must have expended a lot of energy.
"No need." Ji Rufeng took out a pill from his pocket and consumed it. His Qi immediately surged, showing signs of recovering to its peak.
His hot blood was boiling. How could he wait?
Ji Rufeng took a step forward. The killing sword light whistled out. It looked weak and weak, but it contained a terrifying killing sword Qi.
Terrifying sword light locked onto Han Feng. It rained down like a sword rain. The Devil Dao glowed around Han Feng's body. The Phantom of Devil Sovereign seemed to have attached itself to his body. He also took a step forward. The Devil Devouring Dragon Seal was crushing towards Ji Rufeng.
The devil seal collided with the rain of swords. The devil seal seemed to be torn apart. A dazzling sword light pierced through the devil seal and rushed towards Han Feng.
"It seems like Ji Rufeng is the stronger one." Someone said. It seemed like Ji Rufeng had gained the upper hand from the beginning.
"Ji Rufeng was originally one of the top three super geniuses, and he was also an elder disciple of the sword in the academy. It's very normal for him to be stronger than Zhuo Mu." Someone scoffed. How could Han Feng be compared to Ji Rufeng?
In the hearts of many female students, they also thought that Ji Rufeng would be stronger. At the very least, he would be more handsome...
Han Feng's palm trembled once again, and a palm print shot out. It shattered the sword light and his body quickly flew out. One palm print after another was thrown at Ji Rufeng. The palm print that filled the sky was emitting rolling devil Qi. It was as if he was going to drag Ji Rufeng into the world of devils.
The will of Sword Dao was unleashed. Ji Rufeng's sword was incomparably sharp, and every single drop of the sword rain carried a terrifying cutting force. It cut open Han Feng's palm. After that, Ji Rufeng swung his sword at Han Feng. Thousands of sword lights appeared, as if there were countless sharp swords attacking Han Feng at the same time.
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If it was someone else's sword that was so complicated, Han Feng would definitely scoff at it. He thought that this kind of sword technique was flashy but not practical, and lacked true attack power. However, Ji Rufeng's sword was abnormally powerful. If one was not careful, they would be mercilessly cut off by the sword rain.
In a battle with such an opponent, one couldn't relax for even a breath of time. Otherwise, it would bring about the might of life.
"Ji Rufeng's sword is just like its name. It was cool, casual, and seemed to have unintentionally slashed out. It might be a deadly attack contained in the sword rain. " Han Lei looked at it while whispering. This caused a surprised look to flash across Situ Cang's eyes. It seemed like this friend of Zhuo Mu's was also very knowledgeable.
As Han Feng was in the rainforest of Sword Mountain, he couldn't help but feel shocked in his heart. Even Guu Ling couldn't let him feel such a dangerous Qi.
Ji Rufeng, who had broken through to the Peak of Spiritual Martial Stage, was many times stronger than when he fought Hai Zhan.
"Kill!" The overbearing palm struck out furiously. No matter how sharp the opponent's attack was, he only cared about breaking all techniques with a single strike. In the face of absolute power, no matter what kind of technique he used, he would be able to kill the opponent with a single strike!
The sword rain that filled the sky seemed to have evaporated Han Feng's Devil Palm Print. A strange look flashed across Ji Rufeng's eyes. He flipped his body and arrived at the edge of the fighting stage.
Han Feng also arrived at the other side of the fighting stage. Immediately after, the two of them clashed madly. The silver sword energy and the Devil Palm Print crazily attacked each other. Both of them dodged a little bit of distance to avoid being affected by the energy.
This level of collision also created layers of spiritual energy waves on the fighting stage, like a surging ocean. Waves of energy waves were able to flip people over.
Everyone was secretly shocked. The combat strength of these two men was definitely above the Half-step Genuine Martial Stage, and they were comparable to Genuine Martial Stage Level One warriors.
The old judge narrowed his eyes. The battle between these two little guys was very interesting. Although there were only a few new students this time, their combat strength wasn't weak either.
Geniuses like Ji Rufeng and Han Feng, as long as they didn't die, they would be able to break through to the Astral Martial Stage.
On the fighting stage, Ji Rufeng's sword was whistling like a storm. The silver sword light was like a layer of clouds that covered the entire fighting stage. On the other hand, Han Feng's blood was boiling. His entire body was covered with a layer of devil armor. The Devil Dao skill and his will were unleashed to the maximum. Han Feng's lips moved, and he let out a devilish sound, as if he was screaming in the sky. The surrounding fighting platforms were affected by their actions, and they were forced to stop fighting.
"The Devil Dao skill that this kid cultivates is very special. I wonder where he came from?" The referee elder muttered in his heart. He had seen a lot of skills before. Among them, there was no lack of overbearing Devil Technique, but there was no cultivation technique. It was similar to Han Feng's cultivation technique, and it was able to unleash such a terrifying power.
Bang!
The devil dragon rolled in the sword rain. In an instant, a supreme devil aura roared furiously. Ji Rufeng's heart trembled violently, and his mind became unstable. Then, the sword rain shattered, and his sword broke.
Han Feng had finally suppressed Ji Rufeng. If it wasn't for the fact that he had broken through to the Spiritual Martial Stage Level Nine, he really wouldn't have much of a chance of winning.
The entire scene was silent. A super powerful genius, Ji Rufeng, had actually lost?