Yang Chengzhi's Lightning Summoning Art certainly gave Ma Feifei quite a surprise. It was like someone in his previous life standing on a rooftop in a thunderstorm, holding up a sword and telling the heavens, "Come on, strike me! Go on..." That was the feeling.
Yang Chengzhi's technique was even more impressive. He summoned the lightning himself, and could make its power cling to his spirit sword without spreading. That was incredible.
Ma Feifei could just imagine how much trouble the Wolf King would have been in if it had taken that sword strike. The power of lightning was no joke, especially in a world of cultivation. Hadn't countless cultivators died under heavenly tribulations?
It looked like Yang Chengzhi was sure to win this match. With that thought, Ma Feifei continued writing.
'At this critical moment, Chengzhi knocked the Wolf King back with a single sword strike. Gripping his sword in both hands, he summoned lightning and channeled it into the blade.'
Yang Chengzhi and the Wolf King clashed once more.
'Chengzhi leaped into the air and engaged the Wolf King. Its sharp claws struck the spirit sword and touched the lightning running along its blade, drawing a miserable howl from the beast. After several exchanges, the Wolf King no longer dared to meet Chengzhi's sword head-on, and could only keep circling him with its nimble movements.'
'The advantage was now his. Chengzhi pressed his attack, driving his spirit sword into the Wolf King's body. The beast howled in pain, its speed slowing. A faint smell of burning came from its wound.'
'The winner is decided!' Ma Feifei declared the fight over. He was just about to write down the result when a roar suddenly rang out in the distance, startling him so badly that his pen nearly slipped from his hand.
"What's going on?" Ma Feifei stared in disbelief as another identical Azure-eyed Wolf King came charging over.
Did people bring their brothers along to fights these days?
While Ma Feifei stood there dumbfounded, the new Wolf King joined the battle. The two Azure-eyed Wolf Kings relentlessly attacked Yang Chengzhi. Even when faced with a spirit sword wreathed in lightning, they stood their ground.
Yang Chengzhi nearly cursed. Spirit beasts were territorial by nature, and Azure-eyed Wolves were pack animals. Usually, every pack had a Wolf King. Since there were Azure-eyed Wolves in this territory, there should have been a Wolf King here already. But damn it, this Azure-eyed Wolf had suddenly advanced into a Wolf King, leaving two of them in the same territory!
The worst part was that the two Wolf Kings weren't fighting each other. Instead, they were working together to beat Yang Chengzhi to death.
The power of the Lightning Summoning Art was growing weaker, and the lightning on his spirit sword was fading. Yang Chengzhi's spiritual energy had dropped to less than a third of its original amount, leaving him at his limit. He'd struggled against one Wolf King, and now he was facing two. He was starting to despair.
"It's over, it's over! I haven't even finished my book, and the protagonist's about to die. What am I supposed to do?" Ma Feifei was as frantic as an ant on a hot pan. He couldn't focus on writing anymore. If Yang Chengzhi died, there was no point in continuing the book. He could just write: 'Just as Chengzhi was about to cut down the Wolf King, a roar sounded in the distance. Another Wolf King appeared and joined the fight. The two kings fought Chengzhi. Chengzhi was no match for them, and eventually died.'
And then?
"The End of Yang Chengzhi's Revenge Chronicle?"
Ma Feifei figured that if the story ended like this, it would probably be classified as an abandoned novel. He could forget about Blue Quality; it might not even qualify for White Quality. It might not even be published.
So he had to save Yang Chengzhi!
The question was, how?
"I've got all this cultivation, yet all I can do is watch and sigh!" Ma Feifei tried channeling his spiritual energy. It flowed out of him and gathered in his palm, forming a ball of light.
He couldn't fight! He really couldn't! He didn't know the first thing about combat techniques! Wasn't this asking too much of him?
"Wait! Could I throw this ball of light? Like a bomb?" Ma Feifei figured he could give it a try.
He gently tossed the ball of light forward.
It landed about ten meters away. Without Ma Feifei's spiritual energy to sustain it, the ball hit the ground and exploded. A wave of light spread out, leaving nothing alive within a five-meter radius!
"That might actually work!" Ma Feifei walked over to the area and looked at the barren ground, thinking.
He'd only made the ball of light casually and hadn't used much spiritual energy, yet it had cleared everything within a five-meter radius. If he added more spiritual energy, wouldn't it be even more powerful?
With that thought, Ma Feifei continued experimenting.
And so Ma Feifei began his 'light-ball power testing session,' while Yang Chengzhi continued to be beaten by the two Wolf Kings.
Most importantly, Yang Chengzhi had thought Ma Feifei would step in when he was on the verge of defeat. In his imagination, Ma Feifei would glide over and stand in front of him, smiling gently. He'd point at the two Wolf Kings, and they'd die at his fingertips. His bearing would be incomparable, his smile reassuring, his back broad enough to support the heavens!
But what had actually happened?
Yang Chengzhi was getting beaten over here while Ma Feifei played around with balls of light over there?
Yang Chengzhi even thought that seeing this might be more humiliating than being killed by the two Wolf Kings.
Honestly, he'd rather not have seen it!
"Forget it. Heaven means to destroy me," Yang Chengzhi sighed. "Too bad I never got the chance to expose Xiaoyaozi's hypocritical face."
As the thought crossed his mind, Yang Chengzhi's spirit sword slowed. Gradually, he lowered it and gave up resisting. He had accepted his fate.
"Brother Yang, move!"
Just as Yang Chengzhi gave up and resigned himself to death, Ma Feifei's voice came from behind him. Feeling a surge of spiritual energy at his back, Yang Chengzhi instinctively rolled to one side.
As he rolled, he caught a fleeting glimpse of a ball of light flying past where he'd been standing and striking one of the Wolf Kings as it pounced at him.
The ball of light flew straight into the Wolf King's mouth. Before Yang Chengzhi could react, there was a sudden BOOM! The Wolf King's body was blown to pieces, and streams of blood rained down from the air.
"What kind of technique is that?" Yang Chengzhi lay on the ground, staring at the scene in shock.
A single ball of light had blown a fifth-level spirit beast to pieces! It was every bit as shocking as the way he'd imagined Ma Feifei stepping in to save him.
"Could he really be a powerful Hermit?" Yang Chengzhi couldn't help looking toward Ma Feifei. But Ma Feifei had both hands covering his face, peeking through his fingers at the scene he'd caused.
'Oh no, I've killed something!'
'I'm a Buddhist cultivator! How could I kill anything? I can't even bring myself to step on an ant, and now I've killed a huge wolf! Oh, no, no, no.' Ma Feifei felt awful! He didn't feel bad about killing a vicious spirit beast like this, but as someone committed to Buddhist cultivation, taking a life went against his principles.
"No, no, I didn't kill that wolf. I didn't." Ma Feifei shook his head, picked up the paper and pen he'd dropped nearby, and wrote: 'Just as Chengzhi was in dire straits, a ball of light suddenly fell from the sky and struck one of the Wolf Kings. The Wolf King exploded and died. Chengzhi survived. The author was inspired to write: Justice from the Heavens!'
"Good. Now I'm cleared of killing anything." Ma Feifei nodded and silently gave himself a pat on the back.
He put down his paper and pen, then looked up to find Yang Chengzhi staring at him. Ma Feifei pointed ahead and said, "Hey, buddy, don't get distracted. There's still one more!"
The ball of light had only killed one Wolf King. One remained. But it seemed to have been stunned by the sudden attack, and stood there without moving for three or five seconds.
Once it came to its senses, however, it immediately spotted its mortal enemy, Yang Chengzhi, and pounced at him. Yes, this was the very Azure-eyed Wolf that Yang Chengzhi had toyed with, prompting it to advance into a fifth-level spirit beast!
It hated Yang Chengzhi to the bone.
Yang Chengzhi came to his senses, hurriedly parried a few attacks, then put some distance between them to catch his breath. Man and beast resumed their fight.
Yang Chengzhi was in terrible shape, with less than a third of his spiritual energy left. But the Wolf King was also covered in wounds and no better off than him. In particular, the spirit sword wreathed in lightning had stabbed it several times, making its injuries even worse. The two were evenly matched.
But Yang Chengzhi was a seventh-stage cultivator. Though he was exhausted, he could still take on a Wolf King that was at the end of its strength. A few minutes later, he drove his sword into the Wolf King's throat, and it fell dead.
'Justice from the Heavens! Chengzhi survived and rose to fight the other Wolf King. Both were at the end of their strength, but Chengzhi relied on his exquisite cultivation to cut the Wolf King down moments later. Thus, with the cultivation of a seventh-stage Spirit Master, Chengzhi fought two fifth-level spirit beasts alone—and won!'
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