413: Chapter 413 [Kung Fu Has Not Yet Reached Home] Fourth Update!
413: Chapter 413 [Kung Fu Has Not Yet Reached Home] Fourth Update!
Fourth Update!
“Is this the best the Six Fan Sect can do?
All of you, come at me together?” Ye Chenfeng looked down at everyone with disdain.
Fu Shiyin was startled, “You know we are from the Six Fan Sect?”
“Humph, just a bunch of trash, so famous indeed!”
Ye Chenfeng laughed out loud, but to their ears, it was exceedingly grating.
“How audacious, daring to insult the name of the Six Fan Sect!” Fu Shiyin roared angrily.
“Just a bunch of despicable and shameless people!”
Fu Shiyin tried to calm herself down, “It seems that I have still underestimated you, to think you know of the Six Fan Sect!”
“Ye Chenfeng, today’s event caught me by surprise as well, but now that you’re here, don’t even think about leaving!” Gu Shaoqing said coldly.
Ye Chenfeng had already touched his bottom line, ignoring him, and even more so, injuring Peng Yu right in front of him.
“You’re not qualified enough!
Come at me together!” Ye Chenfeng beckoned to the group with a hook of his finger.
“How dare you provoke us, take him down!” Fu Shiyin burst out shouting.
With a swish, she actually pulled out a Soft Sword from her body.
At the same time, Liang Hongjun and You Ming also attacked.
They had just witnessed Ye Chenfeng’s strength; in a one-on-one fight, they were sure to suffer.
“That’s more like it, come at me together, and save me some time!” Ye Chenfeng laughed.
“Whoosh!”
A whistling figure tore through the air, an invisible trajectory arriving suddenly with a howl, a flash of silver light darting straight for Ye Chenfeng’s eyes.
The Soft Sword was now taut, its force expansive and crisscrossing.
Fu Shiyin’s thrust was timed just right, with a stable center of gravity and reasonable stride.
Hand and foot coordination were harmonious, aiming for the precise spot, thus the strike was a Sure-Kill Technique; if it hit the eyes, the consequences would be unimaginable.
Fu Shiyin attacked from the front, while Liang Hongjun and You Ming flanked him from the left and right, respectively.
The three-pronged attack cornered Ye Chenfeng, yet his expression remained unchanged as he calmly dealt with it.
Their cooperation was impeccable; they adjusted offense and defense sensibly, optimizing their strengths and covering their weaknesses.
Together, they seemed utterly invincible.
The Soft Sword in Fu Shiyin’s hands, in particular, moved like a Poison Snake, freely roaming with boundless power.
Ye Chenfeng’s thirst for blood intensified.
Glancing over, he suddenly noticed Liang Hongjun on the right was somewhat distracted.
Spotting a flaw, Ye Chenfeng naturally seized the opportunity.
He suddenly sprang into action, his whole body igniting like a machine, feet stomping fiercely on the ground.
With a thunderous noise, he leveraged his powerful force to spring up mightily, leaving the ground far behind.
“Bang!”
Midair, Ye Chenfeng spun like a top, violently twisting and using centrifugal force to launch himself.
His massive kick suddenly thundered out, striking directly on the top of Liang Hongjun’s head!
Liang Hongjun’s body flew backward, but as he hit the ground, a sly smile flickered at the corners of his mouth, clearly indicating the flaw he showed was intentional, or he might even say he didn’t want to get involved.
In the middle of the air, Ye Chenfeng spun and powerfully directed a kick at Fu Shiyin, who hastily dodged.
“Gu Shaoqing, join them, or if you can’t swallow your pride, your junior brothers and sisters will fall one by one before you!” Ye Chenfeng sneered.
Not far away, Gu Shaoqing’s expression fluctuated.
He had his principles; he refused to bully the fewer with the more and wanted to defeat Ye Chenfeng fair and square, so he hadn’t made a move up until now.
Hearing Ye Chenfeng’s provocative words, Gu Shaoqing felt a surge of impulsiveness, but he still suppressed it.
Ye Chenfeng glanced at Gu Shaoqing, a trace of bloodthirst crossed the corner of his mouth, and he suddenly charged forward in a rush.
Then with his left foot slamming into the ground, his body spun and leapt up in an unbelievable posture.
Iron Leg carried the momentum of huge inertia, like surging waves crashing against the shore, and he aimed it straight at You Ming on the left.
You Ming also showed a panicked look; Ye Chenfeng’s speed was simply too fast, as swift as lightning.
His pupils shrank drastically; Ye Chenfeng’s attack was too quick, and You Ming had no time to react, only able to brace his skin to take on this heavy and powerful move.
“Crack!”
That was clearly the sound of bones breaking, and an action was immediately frozen.
You Ming crossed his arms in front of his shoulders, and Ye Chenfeng’s Iron Leg fiercely swung onto You Ming’s crossed hands.
“Hisss!”
You Ming was a tough man, and only sucked in a breath of cold air despite his arms breaking.
“Bang!”
What followed was an attack as dense as a sudden violent storm, kicking You Ming’s body into the air.
Ye Chenfeng moved in close, and his fists fell like a torrential downpour on You Ming’s body; in just a few moments, You Ming passed out.
Fu Shiyin, who was following up, suddenly saw darkness overlay her retina, as if the lights had all gone out at that moment, and she felt an icy chill of murderous intent slowly seeping into her body, from the outer layer of skin, penetrating layer by layer to her vital organs.
The feeling of suffocation arrived, and Fu Shiyin’s mental defenses were about to collapse at that moment.
In her haste, Fu Shiyin unleashed her ultimate move.
“Whoosh!”
Another sound of whistling breaking through the air barrier, and a point of starlight suddenly bloomed.
This was the Sure-Kill Technique her master had passed on to her for preserving her life: the Hundred Illusion Sword!
To put it simply, it was about finding a special frequency and then using the flexibility of the Soft Sword to cleverly flicker out blossoms of sword flowers, achieving a dizzying Realm, making it seem like there were hundreds of sword shadows darting around when, in reality, it created an effect that confounded sight and hearing—the outcome was ultimately determined by that one true sword strike.
Fu Shiyin didn’t know how many times she had practiced this move; apart from her master, others were unaware that she could wield such swordsmanship.
“Buzz!
…”
The sword blade friction with the air created a trembling sound, and the effect of the Hundred Illusion Sword was vividly displayed at that moment, like a peacock fanning its tail, dazzling and blinding with its light; the intense stimulation causing a temporary dysfunction in the brain’s central nervous system.
Although this brief moment was almost too short to count, it was enough, enough for Fu Shiyin to thrust out her sword.
“Thud!”
The sound of something bursting open suddenly resounded; however, Fu Shiyin felt something was off.
Although a sound was made, she felt she had missed the mark, or rather, she hadn’t hit the target.
But the next second, Fu Shiyin was shocked because Ye Chenfeng in front of her was squinting his eyes, watching her with a mocking expression.
And his right hand’s index and middle fingers were actually pinching Fu Shiyin’s Soft Sword!
“Your kung fu is still not up to par!
You haven’t grasped the true Sword Intent.
Good for a show, but when it comes to killing, forget about it!”
As the words fell, Ye Chenfeng made his move.
He pinched Fu Shiyin’s Soft Sword with his right hand, then twisted, and with a “bang,” he flung Fu Shiyin’s hand away.
Fu Shiyin’s palm was split open at the base, and blood was continuously emerging.
“It was you who made the move, wasn’t it?” Ye Chenfeng came up to Fu Shiyin, grabbed her collar, and lifted her entire body.
Fu Shiyin’s face turned red, yet she stubbornly said, “It was me.
I don’t believe you dare to do anything to me?”