Overwhelming Victory

Facing the joint assault of Zhu Lu and Nanmen Yun'er, Feng Piaoling remained expressionless. Red light flickered in his eyes as he leaned backward, dodging the Hell Stab; simultaneously, he performed a backflip, narrowly evading the Jade Blade. He then seized Zhu Lu's left wrist with his left hand and clamped onto the blade on Nanmen Yun'er's right arm with his right.

Both girls were suddenly startled. Before they could react, they felt a massive force erupt from his grip, dragging their bodies forward uncontrollably.

Feng Piaoling spun them around in place, holding one in each hand, before tossing them both away.

At that moment, Wu Feng had already unsheathed her left-arm Dragon Claw, which was wreathed in dark red flames, and lunged toward Feng Piaoling.

Before she even arrived, a scorching heat wave rushed toward his face.

Feng Piaoling's lips curled into a smirk. He circulated the fourth level of the Green Lotus Sword Art within his body and raised his right hand. Cyan energy surged from his palm, meeting Wu Feng's Dragon Claw head-on.

BOOM!

As their palms collided, the cyan energy and dark red flames intertwined, producing an intensely loud sonic boom.

Ripples of cyan and red light radiated through the air. Wherever they passed, wild winds raged. Zhu Lu and Nanmen Yun'er, who had just been thrown aside and had yet to steady themselves, along with Ning Tian, who was providing full support to the trio, all lost their footing and were nearly blown off the stage.

The entire arena erupted in gasps.

The collision of their attacks did not last long before they were both repelled by the force of the recoil.

However, the distance they retreated differed. Feng Piaoling was not the type to act like Ouyang Feng in the Legend of the Condor Heroes, suffering in silence just to save face.

To dissipate the recoil, he took three steps back, while Wu Feng was forced back over twenty meters before she could barely stabilize her stance.

"So... so strong..." Wu Feng marveled inwardly. Just now, when she clashed palms with Feng Piaoling, her Dragon Claw had met his right palm, which was coated in soul power.

She should have held the upper hand, especially since she had received support from their Young Mistress, Ning Tian, and had activated two of her own amplification skills, pushing her strength beyond that of an average power-attack Soul Elder.

Yet, unexpectedly, she had been sent flying back even though he hadn't even used his martial soul. Furthermore, at the moment of impact, it felt as if hundreds of tiny, sharp blades were slicing into her Dragon Claw.

She felt unbearable pain. Raising her hand to look, she saw that her incredibly tough, flame-covered Dragon Claw was covered in numerous small lacerations. Blood trickled from her palm, causing her to gasp in cold air.

Before Wu Feng could launch another attack, Feng Piaoling took the initiative and charged toward her.

Zhu Lu and Nanmen Yun'er tried to intercept him, but they were horrified to discover that Feng Piaoling's speed exceeded even theirs, despite the buffs from the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda.

With a mere flash, Feng Piaoling moved like a ghost, appearing within a meter of Wu Feng.

"No... this is bad..." Wu Feng's expression changed in alarm. Gritting her teeth, she endured the stinging pain to swing her Dragon Claw while throwing a punch with her right hand toward Feng Piaoling.

She swung at empty air. She felt a sharp pain in her abdomen; looking down, she saw Feng Piaoling's elbow, coated in soul power, having struck her stomach.

Wu Feng let out a cry and vomited a large mouthful of bile.

In that moment, a classic scene was born.

Much like Vegeta in the Dragon Ball world when he was first struck in the gut by Sun Goku on Earth, Wu Feng clutched her abdomen, her eyes bloodshot. She stumbled backward, staring at Feng Piaoling with a mix of pain and unwillingness.

In the end, she could not hold on like Vegeta; she collapsed to the ground with a thud, her body twitching a few times before she failed to rise again.

The Dragon Fire on her body gradually extinguished, and her Red Dragon martial soul was forced back into her body uncontrollably.

Seeing Wu Feng defeated, Zhu Lu and Nanmen Yun'er exchanged a glance, neither showing any intention of giving up.

Their second soul rings lit up simultaneously. As Feng Piaoling knocked Wu Feng down, Zhu Lu flashed forward, moving even faster than before. She reached Feng Piaoling, her body spinning rapidly, her arms becoming a blur as she unleashed a continuous barrage of attacks.

This was the second soul skill of the Hell Spirit Cat martial soul: Hell Hundred Claws, capable of delivering a hundred strikes to the same spot on an enemy in a very short time.

Feng Piaoling naturally wouldn't allow her to complete the full sequence, and his speed wasn't yet at the level where he could completely dodge Hell Hundred Claws while it was buffed by the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda.

Red light flickered in his eyes. After dodging seven or eight claw strikes, Feng Piaoling grasped the pattern of the attack. He grabbed Zhu Lu's left hand with his left and her right hand with his right.

He crossed his hands and pulled. Zhu Lu felt a sharp pain in her arms, as if they were being clamped by iron pincers. Then, a massive force surged; her soul skill was forcibly interrupted, and she was pulled toward Feng Piaoling until their faces were mere inches apart.

Zhu Lu's pupils trembled slightly. Up close, Feng Piaoling noticed that she had a pair of incredibly beautiful, clear eyes, devoid of any impurities. Her long, curled eyelashes and her heterochromatic eyes—one blue, one gold—seemed to speak for themselves.

As their faces were about to touch, lips nearly meeting, Zhu Lu's breathing became ragged.

At the critical moment, Feng Piaoling ultimately chose not to take advantage of her; he leaned back and tossed her over his head.

As a reward, Feng Piaoling caught a glimpse of that mysterious, deep-set valley.

It was snowy white, carrying a peculiar, milky fragrance.

Just like that, Zhu Lu was casually sent off the stage by Feng Piaoling.

All of this happened in the blink of an eye, and it was at this moment that Nanmen Yun'er's attack followed.

While Zhu Lu was launching her Hell Hundred Claws at Feng Piaoling, Nanmen Yun'er had already clasped her hands above her head, where emerald light condensed into a crescent-shaped blade.

The second soul skill of the Jade Blue Bird: Jade Slash, was activated.

The moment Feng Piaoling threw Zhu Lu off the stage, the crescent-shaped blade tore through the air, heading straight for him.

Feng Piaoling's senses were incredibly sharp. He turned his right hand into a blade, coating his palm in cyan energy. With the precise tracking of the Heaven-Reaching Demon Eye, the trajectory of the crescent blade was laid bare.

Just as the blade neared him, Feng Piaoling struck with a hand-blade, hitting the cross-section of the light blade.

Snap!

A jarring sound of metal breaking echoed through the air. The crescent blade shattered upon impact; to the onlookers, it looked as if the blade had delivered itself into Feng Piaoling's hand to be broken.

Seeing this, Mu Jin, acting as the referee, was stunned. Wu Feng, who couldn't get up from the ground, was stunned. Ning Tian, who was pouring all her effort into supporting Nanmen Yun'er, was stunned. Zhu Lu was stunned as well, her eyes filled with shock and a hint of complex emotion that was hard to detect.

Nanmen Yun'er's gaze was equally complex, filled with shock and disbelief.

As the one who initiated the soul skill, no one knew better than her how formidable the Jade Slash was.

It was one thing for Zhu Lu's Hell Hundred Claws to be forcibly interrupted and broken.

But her Jade Slash had a built-in lock-on effect; it was impossible to dodge.

Yet, an attack like that had been broken by someone with their bare hands.

Was this really something an eleven-year-old boy of the same age could achieve?