Hero of Taihe Peak

Han Fei advanced to the second round quite smoothly, but the other disciples from Taihe Peak weren't as fortunate.

Aside from Qi Mengyu's narrow victory, the other three all lost. Even though all three had given their all, they were still no match for their opponents' attacks. The Seventh Level of the Innate Realm was still too weak for this Thirty-Three Peaks Martial Arts Tournament.

Although Qi Mengyu had won, she was also injured. Therefore, even if she advanced to the next round, it would be difficult to go any further.

An hour later, the first round of matches concluded. A total of eighty-five people advanced. Fu Jiahao then joined, making it eighty-six people to draw lots for the decisive battles.

Whether they could reach the third stage this time depended not only on strength but also on luck. If they drew a weaker opponent, entering the third round would be much easier.

After several rounds of matches, the referee elder announced loudly, "Those who drew the seventh match bamboo slip, please come down to the arena."

From the direction of Qiankun Peak, a handsome man in a blue robe slowly descended into the arena.

The entire venue erupted in an uproar.

"Wow, it's Leng Mu from Qiankun Peak! He's eighteen years old and at the Eighth Level of the Innate Realm. I wonder who his opponent is."

"Who cares who it is? As long as they don't run into those ranked highly, isn't it just a stomp?"

"I heard he once defeated a master at the Ninth Level of the Innate Realm. I don't know if it's true or not."

At this moment, Qi Mengyu looked at the bamboo slip in her hand, her face turning pale.

"Mas... Master, I..."

Daoist Sanyuan and Han Fei looked over and saw the bamboo slip in Qi Mengyu's hand.

The few of them sighed and shook their heads helplessly.

Han Fei didn't know who Leng Mu was, but judging by the cheers from the surroundings, Leng Mu must be quite famous.

Although Qi Mengyu's cultivation was also at the Eighth Level of the Innate Realm, she had only recently broken through, and there was still a gap between her and Leng Mu.

Daoist Sanyuan said, "Just do your best. If you can't win, just concede."

Du Kun said, "Second Senior Sister, I've heard of this Leng Mu. He's extremely vicious. In the last match, he beat a disciple from Zichen Peak half to death. If the referee elder hadn't intervened, that Zichen Peak disciple would surely not have survived."

Qi Mengyu had actually seen it too, which was why her face was pale. She had originally wanted to ask if she could concede directly, but Daoist Sanyuan hadn't understood.

However, Han Fei understood Qi Mengyu's intention. He then placed his own bamboo slip into her hand.

"Second Senior Sister, I don't know who my opponent is, but since you're not confident about beating this Leng Mu, let your junior brother handle it."

With that, he took the number seven slip and flew directly into the arena.

Qi Mengyu was stunned. "Junior Brother Han..."

However, Han Fei had already entered the arena, and the matter was settled.

Leng Mu was quite surprised to see Han Fei as his opponent. After all, Han Fei was the first to appear in the arena and his performance was sufficiently shocking. He still remembered Han Fei.

"Your name is? Han Fei? I watched your first match. You're quite good, pretending to be weak to let that idiot let his guard down. But I'm not as stupid as he is. You'd better surrender now, or don't blame me."

Han Fei said with interest, "Or what? Kill me?"

Leng Mu shook his head. "I won't kill you, but I can beat you half to death, leaving you bedridden for half a month."

Han Fei stopped talking and extended his right hand. "If that's the case, then please give me your guidance."

Leng Mu grinned, his steps shifting from a walk to a run as he charged quickly towards Han Fei. At the same time, two long swords appeared in his hands, one black and one white.

As his spiritual energy circulated, two different colored sword energies were formed.

"Here it comes, Senior Brother Leng's Two Forms Sword Art."

The head of Qiankun Peak was currently speaking proudly to the other heads. "My disciple's Two Forms Sword Art is a family heirloom. This sword art originally requires two people to cooperate, but this child Leng Mu can perform it alone."

"When using it, the left and right sides cooperate flawlessly, leaving the opponent with no room to dodge."

But as soon as the head of Qiankun Peak finished speaking, everyone saw Han Fei in the arena remain extremely calm. He stomped his right foot on the ground, and a palm-sized stone flew up.

Han Fei grabbed the stone and threw it directly at the charging Leng Mu.

Bang. The stone accurately passed through the sword energy zones on the left and right and hit Leng Mu's chest.

Leng Mu, who had come fast, fell fast. He landed on his back on the ground, his two swords clattering on the ground beside him.

The spiritual energy dissipated, the light vanished. Leng Mu clutched his chest, barely able to breathe.

Han Fei walked over slowly, looking disappointed. "Hey, sword master? Can you even use a sword? Holding two swords and still leaving the door wide open? I suspect your brain is waterlogged."

As soon as Han Fei finished speaking, Leng Mu tried to get up, but Han Fei's foot was already on his chest, pushing his upper body back down to the ground.

"Are you... convinced?"

The head of Qiankun Peak was extremely embarrassed. He had just bragged about his disciple, only to be slapped in the face so quickly.

In the Taihe Peak area, deafening cheers erupted. From this moment on, Han Fei became the savior of Taihe Peak, and all the Taihe Peak disciples were cheering for him.

Daoist Sanyuan nodded in praise. "Han Fei is truly a genius. I've never seen him use a sword before, yet his understanding of the sword has reached this level."

Qi Mengyu and the others looked at Daoist Sanyuan with some confusion.

Daoist Sanyuan explained, "The stone Han Fei threw just now seemed casual, but it carried sword energy. He used sword energy to resist the pressure from Leng Mu's two swords."

"Furthermore, the accuracy of that stone was calculated by Han Fei. It directly struck Leng Mu's vital point, disrupting his spiritual energy and making him lose his ability to resist for a short time."

Du Kun said, "Master, the more profound you make it sound, the more terrifying Junior Brother Han seems now."

The other senior brothers also nodded in agreement.

Daoist Sanyuan sighed, "It's not that he's become terrifying, it's that he is truly terrifying now."

As the saying goes, amateurs watch the excitement, while professionals see the skill. Almost all the peak masters of the main peaks could see what Han Fei's strike just now conveyed.

At this moment, Qi Xiaotian also frowned, "Jiahao, Xuanxuan, this Han Fei might become a worthy opponent. If you encounter him in the tournament, absolutely do not kill him."

Qi Xuanxuan smiled and nodded, "Of course. He's my friend."

Qi Xiaotian was taken aback, "Him? How do you know him?"

Qi Xuanxuan smiled without answering, but Fu Jiahao beside her sneered, "Master, are you being too sensitive? Him? A mere ant at the Sixth Level of the Innate Realm? He's not even worthy of being my opponent. If I meet him, as long as he doesn't surrender, I'll teach him a lesson."

Qi Xiaotian shook his head. Fu Jiahao was good in every way in his eyes, except for being too competitive and unwilling to let anyone surpass him.

While this spirit was commendable, Qi Xiaotian didn't know why it felt slightly off.

Meanwhile, in the arena, Han Fei stood with his foot on Leng Mu's chest and asked again, "Do you submit?"

Leng Mu angrily retorted, "I submit to your grandpa!"

With that, he grabbed the long sword beside him with his right hand and slashed horizontally at Han Fei.

Han Fei took a step back, a slight curve appearing on his lips. "I knew you'd say that. If you had surrendered directly, how could I have kept you bedridden for a month?"

After speaking, Han Fei swept his leg at Leng Mu, who had just gotten up.

Leng Mu had just stood up and hadn't straightened his body when Han Fei swept his leg and hit his ankle.

Losing his balance, Leng Mu spun head-over-heels in the air.

As he fell headfirst, Han Fei immediately kicked out.

Leng Mu felt as if his internal organs had shifted. He landed face-down on the ground five meters away.

This kick landed on Leng Mu's chest again, hitting his vital point. Leng Mu was having trouble breathing, let alone speaking.

Leng Mu raised his hand, wanting to surrender, but couldn't make a sound.

Han Fei stepped on Leng Mu's raised arm, and Leng Mu let out a hoarse cry of pain.

The referee elder sighed, "Han Fei, perhaps that's enough."

Han Fei glanced at the referee elder and released Leng Mu's arm with his right foot.

The referee elder announced loudly, "Taihe Peak's Han Fei wins this match."

Thunderous cheers erupted from the Taihe Peak direction. At this moment, Han Fei had truly become Taihe Peak's hero.

Having won two consecutive matches, it was already certain that Taihe Peak would not be at the bottom this year.