Chapter 117: Chapter 117: Sword Madman
"Damn, not this move again!" Lu Xuanshuang stomped her foot in anger when she saw the White-faced Flying Fox once again using his bizarre Qinggong to dodge her attack. She had just exchanged blows with the White-faced Flying Fox, and every time she was about to injure him, he evaded with his strange Qinggong.
SWOOSH!
The White-faced Flying Fox evaded the saber’s edge and laughed triumphantly, "My Flying Fox Body Method is a peak Yellow Grade Light Martial Art, and I have now reached Great Accomplishment! Never mind you minor inner courtyard students; even if the elders from the four major academies came, what could they do to me?"
"Is that so?" Luo Feng casually glanced at the White-faced Flying Fox and suddenly stepped forward with his right foot.
"Thunder Rush Shock Cloud Step!"
BOOM!
Under Luo Feng’s feet, the ground rippled like water waves, and massive fissures chased after the White-faced Flying Fox.
The White-faced Flying Fox paled in shock. He pushed his Flying Fox Body Method to its limit, darting outwards, and narrowly dodged the vibrational range of the Thunder Rush Shock Cloud Step. Leaping back more than ten meters, he looked at the utterly transformed ground behind him, his eyes twitching. If he hadn’t escaped in time, both his legs would likely have been shattered by the tremors.
Does the Purple Sun School’s Thunder Rush Shock Cloud Step possess such power? The White-faced Flying Fox looked at Luo Feng, his gaze flickering. His figure suddenly flashed as he pounced towards Qin Yu on the other side.
He was a notorious womanizer who had ruined countless women and was often hunted by students from the major academies. Yet, he had survived by relying on his caution. The intuition he had honed from over a decade of experience in the martial arts world told him that the young, saber-wielding man before him was extremely dangerous. So, he decided to capture Qin Yu first and then make his escape.
"He wants to take Yu’er! Quick, someone protect the Young Mistress!" Qin Nanhao roared in alarm and anger upon seeing the White-faced Flying Fox suddenly pounce.
The White-faced Flying Fox looked at Qin Yu, who was more than ten meters away, a cold smirk playing on his lips. "Hmph! So what if you are students from the four major academies? With my Flying Fox Body Method, no one can catch me. As long as I successfully abduct this woman today, none of you will likely dare to show your faces in the martial arts world again."
Feeling smug, the White-faced Flying Fox couldn’t resist looking back. That single glance nearly frightened the soul out of him. The mysterious young man with the saber had somehow appeared behind him!
How is this possible! The White-faced Flying Fox cried out internally. He immediately executed the Flying Fox Folding Steps, his figure moving like an agile swift, darting towards the nearby courtyard wall. Since mastering the Flying Fox Body Method, this was the first time he had encountered an enemy whose speed could match his own. His terror was palpable, and he didn’t dare to linger, wanting only to flee as quickly as possible.
"Where do you think you’re going!" Seeing the White-faced Flying Fox attempting to flee, Luo Feng roared and, using Steps in the Air, pursued him relentlessly.
"What kind of monster are you!" Seeing Luo Feng closing in, his speed even faintly surpassing his own, the White-faced Flying Fox was terrified. His already pale face drained of all color.
Without a word, Luo Feng slashed out with the Tiger Soul Saber.
PSSHT!
A jet of blood spurted from the White-faced Flying Fox’s neck, spraying more than three meters. The White-faced Flying Fox clutched his neck, his eyes fixed on Luo Feng, his face a mask of unwillingness.
"The moment you chose not to flee, this outcome was already destined," Luo Feng glanced indifferently at the White-faced Flying Fox, then took a step into the air, landing steadily on the courtyard wall.
Perhaps it was witnessing Luo Feng use Steps in the Air, but a hint of self-mockery flashed in the White-faced Flying Fox’s eyes. His neck went limp, his head tumbled off, and his body slammed into the courtyard wall, creating a human-shaped crater.
Luo Feng looked at the White-faced Flying Fox’s corpse and exhaled softly. The White-faced Flying Fox’s Qinggong cultivation was indeed extraordinary. If his opponent had fled with all his might from the very beginning, it would have taken Luo Feng at least the time it takes for an incense stick to burn to catch him. After all, his Teng Dragon’s Step was only at the fourth level, merely equivalent to a peak Yellow Grade Martial Art. The Flying Fox Body Method was also a peak Yellow Grade Martial Art.
Of course, if Luo Feng hadn’t held back and had used his Sky Slayer Saber Technique, the White-faced Flying Fox would have lost all ten of his lives in an instant. However, the Sky Slayer Saber Technique was currently Luo Feng’s trump card, and he didn’t want to reveal too much unless it was absolutely necessary.
The entire Qin Family courtyard fell into an eerie silence, broken only by the clearly audible sounds of heavy breathing. The Qin Family Martial Artists, along with Lu Xuanshuang, Qin Yu, and the others, all wore expressions of dumbfounded shock.
The exchange between Luo Feng and the White-faced Flying Fox had happened in a flash; their speeds were too great. Many had only seen the White-faced Flying Fox pounce towards Qin Yu before he suddenly became a corpse on the ground, with Luo Feng standing nearby, saber in hand. The infamous White-faced Flying Fox, who had once escaped from three peak Sixth Level God Bravery Realm Martial Artists, had been slain by Luo Feng with a single slash, offering no resistance! The entire process had taken no more than five breaths! What domineering strength and methods!
Lu Xuanshuang gazed at the figure standing tall on the courtyard wall, a peculiar light flickering in her beautiful eyes as she pursed her lips. She had been preparing to fight the White-faced Flying Fox to the death, and her palm, still gripping her sword, was slick with sweat. She hadn’t expected Luo Feng to end the battle so decisively.
"Senior Sister, this Luo Feng is terrifying! He actually killed the White-faced Flying Fox using only his Qinggong. No wonder Duanmu Yu lost to him," Han Chen said, looking at Luo Feng with utter shock.
Lu Xuanshuang tapped her fair, smooth chin. "Regarding Qinggong, I fear there are no more than ten people in the four major academies who can compare with him. Unfortunately, his cultivation is too low. Otherwise, in this year’s New Talents Convention, he would surely have a place among the top four."
The entire Qin Family courtyard was buzzing with discussion, but Luo Feng paid no heed. He leaped down from the courtyard wall and stored the White-faced Flying Fox’s head in his storage ring.
SWISH.
His saber tip flicked at the White-faced Flying Fox’s corpse, and a brocade pouch landed in Luo Feng’s hand. Luo Feng glanced inside; it contained two to three hundred thousand silver and some miscellaneous items.
Walking up to Lu Xuanshuang, Luo Feng tossed the brocade pouch to her, "I took his head. As per our agreement, this silver is yours."
"This..." Lu Xuanshuang looked at the brocade pouch in her hand, her expression somewhat complex. The credit for slaying the White-faced Flying Fox belonged entirely to Luo Feng. If not for him, she and Han Chen would likely have fallen into the White-faced Flying Fox’s clutches, suffering a miserable fate.
"Are all of you from the Floating Snow School this wishy-washy?" Luo Feng waved his hand, a look of impatience on his face.
Lu Xuanshuang was not one for coyness. Hearing his words, she put the brocade pouch away and, smiling at Luo Feng, said, "Great kindness cannot be repaid with mere thanks. Luo Feng, I, Lu Xuanshuang, will engrave the kindness of you saving my life today in my heart and will definitely repay you when the opportunity arises."
At this moment, Qin Nanhao and Qin Yu also approached. The turn of events had been dramatic, and Qin Nanhao, filled with lingering fear and immense gratitude, cupped his fist to Luo Feng in salute and said, "A true hero emerges from the young! To think that a young hero of your age possesses such strength, this old man is thoroughly impressed!"
Lu Xuanshuang, ever blunt, folded her arms and snorted, "Hmph, that’s not what you were saying when Luo Feng drove off those three students from the Wanluo School earlier."
A flicker of embarrassment crossed Qin Nanhao’s face, but he quickly recovered and chuckled, "This old man has poor judgment and mistook a hidden gem for a worthless stone. Luo Feng, please don’t take offense. We owe you a great debt for this. Otherwise, Yu’er might have already fallen into that villain’s hands..."
"Yu’er, come quickly and thank Young Master Luo Feng," Qin Nanhao said, turning to Qin Yu.
Color had returned to Qin Yu’s cheeks, enhancing her charm. Her watery eyes sized up Luo Feng as she made a slight bow. "Thank you for your rescue, Sir."
Luo Feng shook his head. "Since I accepted the mission, it was my duty to complete it. There’s no need for thanks."
"The three of you, I have already instructed my servants to prepare a banquet. It is getting late; why don’t you rest at my residence tonight and depart tomorrow?" Qin Nanhao invited warmly.
"My Junior Brother and I are both injured, so we will have to impose on your hospitality tonight. Luo Feng, you should stay too. I’d still like to ask for your guidance on Qinggong," Lu Xuanshuang said, turning to wink at Luo Feng.
Luo Feng thought for a moment, then nodded. "Very well."
With the White-faced Flying Fox dead, the Qin Family had weathered the crisis and the entire household was celebrating. The star of this celebratory banquet was, naturally, Luo Feng. At the feast, the refined Qin Yu personally poured wine for Luo Feng and attended to him, drawing envious glances from many. Given Luo Feng’s demonstrated strength, no one felt there was anything improper about this.
BOOM!
Halfway through the banquet, a deafening explosion suddenly erupted from outside the courtyard, causing the entire hall to tremble.
"What happened?" The members of the Qin Family, having just endured the ordeal with the White-faced Flying Fox, were still skittish like startled birds. Hearing the loud noise, they immediately tensed up.
Just as everyone was wondering what had occurred, a wave of domineering laughter rolled in.
"Luo Feng, I’ll give you three breaths’ time! Get the hell out here now!"
The voice was powerful and resonant, making eardrums throb. The newcomer’s cultivation was clearly not weak.
Looking for me? Luo Feng’s expression turned sharp. He was certain he had never heard this voice before; it couldn’t be anyone he knew.
"It’s him!" Beside Luo Feng, Lu Xuanshuang shot to her feet as if she’d received a great shock, her eyes filled with terror.
"Who?"
"That lunatic from Wanluo School, ’Sword Madman’ Duanmu Kuang! How could he know you’re here!" Lu Xuanshuang exclaimed, her brows furrowed.
Luo Feng’s gaze flickered slightly. Thinking of the three Wanluo School students from earlier, he said coldly, "I suspect it’s related to those three little kittens I chased away."
Setting down his chopsticks, Luo Feng stood up. "Since this person is known as the ’Sword Madman,’ I’m rather curious to see what he’s like."
Hearing this, Lu Xuanshuang was aghast and cried out, trying to stop him, "Don’t! Luo Feng, you must leave here as quickly as possible! The Duanmu Family has issued a clan-wide kill order for you; Duanmu Kuang will definitely not let you go. Although your Qinggong cultivation is high, Duanmu Kuang has already reached the seventh level of the Essence Storage Realm. His Red Chain Swordsmanship is a peak Yellow Grade Martial Art, rendering him virtually invincible. He’s far beyond the likes of the White-faced Flying Fox. You are no match for him!"
"I’m afraid it’s too late to leave now," Luo Feng said as he walked to the entrance of the main hall, his cold gaze piercing the darkness, looking into the distance.
The five-meter-high main gate of the Qin Family residence had completely disintegrated, its fragments scattered across the courtyard. Three figures were walking over. Luo Feng’s gaze fixed on the leader, a tall and imposing young man.
This man wore a tight-fitting dark red robe, and his short hair stood on end like spikes. He had thick lips and square eyes. His face was a web of saber and sword scars. A ferocious light glinted in his eyes, and his entire being radiated a savage aura. He seemed less like a human and more like a ferocious beast; a single glance was enough to make one’s scalp tingle.