Hero of Taihe Peak

Han Fei advanced to the second round with great ease, but the others from Taihe Peak were not so lucky.

Other than Qi Mengyu's narrow victory, the other three were all defeated. Even though they had given it their all, they still could not withstand their opponents' attacks. The Seventh Level of the Innate Realm was still far too weak at the Thirty-Three Peaks Martial Arts Tournament.

Although Qi Mengyu had won, she had also been injured. Even if she advanced to the next round, it would be difficult for her to go any further.

An hour later, the first round ended. Eighty-five people advanced, and then Fu Jiahao joined them, making a total of eighty-six participants for the drawing and decisive matches.

Whether one could advance to the third stage this time depended not only on strength, but also on luck. If one drew a relatively weak opponent, reaching the third round would be easy.

After several rounds of matches, the Elder Judge called out loudly, "Those who drew the bamboo slips for the seventh match, please enter the arena."

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

The entire venue immediately erupted in commotion.

"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."

"So what if we know? As long as he doesn't run into those highly ranked people, won't he crush anyone else?"

"I heard he once defeated an expert at the Ninth Level of the Innate Realm. I wonder if that's true."

Qi Mengyu looked at the bamboo slip in her hand, her face turning deathly pale.

"M-Master, I..."

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

They all sighed and shook their heads helplessly.

Han Fei did not know who Leng Mu was, but judging from the cheers around him, Leng Mu seemed to be quite famous.

Although Qi Mengyu was also at the Eighth Level of the Innate Realm, she had only recently broken through and was still somewhat weaker than Leng Mu.

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

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

Qi Mengyu had seen it too, which was why her face had gone pale. She had wanted to ask whether she could concede directly, but Daoist Sanyuan had not understood her meaning.

However, Han Fei understood what Qi Mengyu meant. He placed his own bamboo slip into her hand.

"Second Senior Sister, I don't know who my opponent is, but since you aren't confident you can defeat Leng Mu, let your junior brother handle him for you."

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

Qi Mengyu froze. "Junior Brother Han..."

But Han Fei had already entered the arena. The matter was settled.

When Leng Mu saw that his opponent was Han Fei, he was rather surprised. Han Fei had been the first to appear, and his performance had been shocking enough that Leng Mu still remembered him.

"Your name is... Han Fei? I watched your first match. You're quite good. You know how to play the pig to eat the tiger and make that idiot lower his guard. But I'm not as stupid as he was. Either concede now, or don't blame me."

Han Fei asked with interest, "Don't blame you for what? Killing me?"

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

Han Fei said nothing more and extended his right hand. "In that case, please enlighten me."

Leng Mu grinned. His steps quickened from a walk into a run as he charged toward Han Fei. At the same time, two longswords appeared in his hands, one black and one white.

As his spiritual energy circulated, it formed Sword Qi in two different colors.

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

The Headmaster of Qiankun Peak was smugly telling the other Headmasters, "My disciple's Two Forms Sword Art is his family's inherited ultimate technique. This sword art originally requires two people working together, yet Leng Mu has managed to use it alone."

"When he uses it, his left and right sides coordinate without a single flaw, leaving his opponent nowhere to evade."

But just as the Headmaster of Qiankun Peak finished speaking, everyone saw Han Fei standing in the arena with extreme calmness. He stomped his right foot on the ground, sending a pebble the size of a palm flying up.

After catching the pebble, Han Fei hurled it straight at the charging Leng Mu.

Bang! The pebble accurately passed through the Sword Qi zones on both the left and right, striking Leng Mu in the chest.

Leng Mu had come quickly, and he fell just as quickly. He crashed onto his back, his two swords dropping to either side of him with a clattering metallic ring against the ground.

His spiritual energy scattered and the light faded. Leng Mu clutched his chest, almost unable to breathe.

Han Fei slowly approached and said with a disappointed expression, "Hey, sword expert, do you even know how to use a sword? You're holding two swords, yet you still leave yourself wide open. Did water get into your brain?"

Before Han Fei had even finished speaking, Leng Mu tried to get up. However, Han Fei's foot was already on his chest, forcing his upper body back to the ground.

"Do you... concede?"

The Headmaster of Qiankun Peak was utterly embarrassed. He had just boasted about his disciple, only to be slapped in the face so quickly.

Deafening cheers erupted from the Taihe Peak section. From that moment on, Han Fei became Taihe Peak's savior, and every Taihe Peak disciple cheered for him.

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

Qi Mengyu and the others beside him looked at Daoist Sanyuan in confusion.

Daoist Sanyuan explained, "The pebble Han Fei threw just now looked casual, but it also carried Sword Qi. He used that Sword Qi to counter the pressure created by Leng Mu's dual-sword Sword Qi."

"Furthermore, Han Fei had calculated the pebble's trajectory precisely. It struck Leng Mu's energy gate directly, disrupting his spiritual energy and temporarily robbing him of his ability to resist."

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

The other senior brothers and junior brothers nodded as well, deeply agreeing.

Daoist Sanyuan sighed. "He hasn't become terrifying. He truly is terrifying now."

Outsiders watched the spectacle, while experts saw the method. Nearly all the Headmasters of the main peaks could see what Han Fei's strike had revealed.

Qi Xiaotian also frowned. "Jiahao, Xuanxuan, this Han Fei may become a formidable opponent. If you encounter him in battle, do not kill him."

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

Qi Xiaotian was stunned. "He is? How do you know him?"

Qi Xuanxuan merely smiled without answering, while Fu Jiahao beside her wore a disdainful expression. "Master, aren't you being too sensitive? Him? A Sixth Level of the Innate Realm ant? Is he worthy of being my opponent? If I meet him, as long as he doesn't concede, I'll teach him how to behave."

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

That kind of spirit was good, but Qi Xiaotian did not know why it made him feel so uneasy.

In the arena, Han Fei stepped on Leng Mu's chest and asked again, "Do you concede?"

Leng Mu roared, "Concede my ass!"

As he spoke, he grabbed a longsword beside him with his right hand and slashed horizontally at Han Fei.

Han Fei stepped back, the corner of his mouth curling into a faint smile. "I knew you would say that. If you conceded right away, how could I beat you until you can't get out of bed for a month?"

After saying that, Han Fei swept his leg at Leng Mu, who had just risen.

Leng Mu had only just gotten up, and before he could straighten his body, Han Fei's sweep struck him at the ankle.

Having lost his balance, Leng Mu spun through the air head over heels.

When his head was facing downward, Han Fei immediately kicked out.

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

That kick had struck Leng Mu in the chest again, hitting his energy gate. Leng Mu was having trouble even breathing, let alone speaking.

Leng Mu raised a hand, wanting to concede, but he could not make a sound.

Han Fei stepped on Leng Mu's raised arm, and Leng Mu immediately let out a hoarse scream.

The Elder Judge sighed. "Han Fei, how about we leave it at that?"

Han Fei glanced at the Elder Judge and removed his right foot from Leng Mu's arm.

The Elder Judge announced loudly, "Taihe Peak's Han Fei wins this match."

Thunderous cheers immediately erupted from Taihe Peak. At that moment, Han Fei truly became the hero of Taihe Peak.

Moreover, with two consecutive victories, it was already certain that Taihe Peak would no longer finish last in this tournament.