A Stunning Shot

Seeing the noble young master's smug, obnoxious face, Liu Feng immediately felt a surge of irritation. He rolled his eyes in annoyance and said, "Don't give me that Twelve-this, Thirteen-that nonsense, making it all sound so mysterious. If you want to fight, then hurry up and fight. What's the damn use of wasting so many words?"

Damn it! Even though this noble young master had recently been trying to make his words carry a bit of aristocratic grace, he could not help cursing aloud again. He looked Liu Feng up and down once more as if he were staring at an idiot, then burst into wild laughter. "Trash really is still trash. Even if you've learned a few combat techniques, you still haven't escaped the bounds of trash. You've actually never even heard of the Twelve Palaces. Fine, then let me properly tell you what the Twelve Palaces are!"

As he spoke, he wasted no more words. With a shake of his longsword, a dazzling burst of battle-qi light erupted, tracing a profound arc as it stabbed toward Liu Feng.

Feeling the powerful battle qi carried on the noble young master's longsword, Liu Feng's eyes narrowed slightly. The smile remained on his face as soul power surged out from the soles of his feet again, sending him flying backward.

This noble young master did not look particularly remarkable, yet the strength of his battle qi far surpassed Eli, the level-four mercenary Liu Feng had fought last time. It had at least reached level five. How could Liu Feng dare meet it head-on?

The longsword skimmed past Liu Feng's side, tearing up a piece of his robe and frightening Catherine into letting out a startled cry.

Seeing that this earl's useless eldest son had actually dodged his strike so easily, surprise flashed again in the noble young master's eyes. In the next instant, however, it turned into anger and ruthlessness. His longsword swept wildly once more, battle qi surging and crisscrossing as dazzling rays of light wove together into an enormous sword-net that dropped over Liu Feng.

Liu Feng cried bitterly to himself, but the smile on his face remained. His body flickered again and again, using every bit of his physical instinct to keep dodging.

Although Liu Feng's Eight Realms of Divine Soul had still remained at the third realm, Soul Fusion, all this time, and he still had no way to break through to the Soul Formation realm, the other effect of the fusion realm—the remolding of the body—had never stopped. The Liu Feng of now was long no longer that gaunt, powerless Nicholas from back then.

His body's strength, resilience, and flexibility were already no worse than a warrior who had undergone years of formal training. Added to the use of soul power, his speed was even more extreme. For a time, although the noble young master's attacks were tricky and vicious, making Liu Feng look somewhat battered, in truth they could not cause him any great harm.

Seeing that he had still failed to take down this piece of trash after attacking for so long, the violent look in the noble young master's eyes grew even thicker. The radiance on his longsword became brighter, yet its movements gradually slowed instead. Not only that, the strange longsword seemed to change as well, its sword momentum gradually transforming into the shape of a massive scorpion, faintly letting out a bizarre whistling sound.

The moment the noble young master changed his sword momentum, Liu Feng immediately felt the pressure increase sharply. His originally rather nimble footwork also gradually became sluggish. Knowing that if this continued, relying on dodging alone would absolutely not make him a match for this noble young master with his exquisite combat skill, a crazed heat instantly burst from Liu Feng's eyes. Then the crystal core inside him flashed wildly once more, and soul power instantly entered the long spear.

A clear, ringing hum sounded from the long spear. Then a dazzling light rose from its originally dim spear tip. At the same time, that extremely berserk, bloody aura once again soared into the sky from the long spear.

Clang! A crisp metallic collision rang out across the field. The long spear and longsword finally smashed fiercely together for the first time.

The noble young master's expression changed violently, and his body instantly retreated. The battle-qi light on the longsword suddenly flashed wildly, and several strands of his hair actually stood upright. Liu Feng's soul power, bearing the lightning attribute, still could not be completely avoided even by level-five battle qi.

Looking back at Liu Feng, his body lurched violently, rushing several meters to the side before he barely managed to cancel out the formidable battle qi on the noble young master's longsword. His chest could not help tightening, and then sweetness rose in his throat. A mouthful of fresh blood suddenly sprayed out.

With Liu Feng's current soul power, he still had no way to withstand this level-five battle qi.

However, that did not mean Liu Feng had lost his confidence in defeating this noble young master.

The madness in his eyes became even thicker. Without even wiping away the blood at the corner of his mouth, Liu Feng gave a clear shout, and his body suddenly darted forward. Then all the soul power inside the crystal core surged wildly in an instant. The light of the long spear swelled again, and he thrust it toward the noble young master with an aura that seemed to dominate all beneath heaven.

As this spear thrust out, the space around the two of them immediately produced a strong sense of distortion. Then an imposing force that seemed capable of destroying everything between heaven and earth enveloped the air above them, making the heart tremble with fear and shock.

Even more terrifying was that, along with this spear, a spear radiance as thick as a water bucket and roughly several meters long suddenly surged out from the spear shaft amid blinding lightning, as if transforming into a roaring lightning-attribute giant dragon that pounced toward the noble young master.

It was precisely the first form of the Judgment Reincarnation Spear that the ancestor had taught Liu Feng some time ago—Startling Thunder.

Turning one's own energy into a single line to destroy everything in this world, proving its name by the power of heaven and earth—that was Startling Thunder!

Naturally, Liu Feng could not achieve the kind of power the ancestor produced when he personally used this move, but paired with Liu Feng's unique lightning-attribute soul power, its might was still this fierce!

The surrounding space had already been locked down. The only way to break this move was to clash head-on. The horror in the noble young master's eyes instantly transformed into a resolute madness. Gritting his teeth, he poured all the battle qi inside him into his longsword as well and met it fiercely.

Clang!

An ear-splitting metallic collision once again resounded throughout the entire field. Liu Feng's body shook violently again, and he simply could not stand steady. He staggered back several meters with thudding steps, and the moment he barely steadied himself, another mouthful of glaring scarlet blood sprayed out.

The noble young master, however, let out a miserable scream. The longsword in his hand carried a cold gleam as it flew from his grasp, while his body also flew backward, spraying blood wildly before falling to the ground, his whole body already scorched black.

This head-on clash had actually ended with both sides suffering!

However, Liu Feng's injuries were clearly much lighter than the noble young master's. With no time to catch his breath, he forcefully endured the stabbing pain already spreading through his internal organs, planted his long spear, and once again flashed toward the noble young master.

Because everyone had long since retreated dozens of meters away to leave the two of them enough room to fight, the person closest to the noble young master was still Liu Feng.

The dozen or so meters of distance was crossed in an instant. A ruthless light flashed through Liu Feng's eyes, and with a violent shake of his long spear, he stabbed it fiercely down toward the noble young master.

Those who trampled on the dignity of the family must be executed! Those who insulted my dignity must also be executed!

The first sentence was the ancestral teaching of the Palister Family, while the latter was Liu Feng's principle for living. If one did not possess extraordinary strength, then one had to possess a ruthlessness beyond ordinary people, a ferocity that made this world tremble!

"Don't!" Several different cries of alarm rang out at the same instant, and then several figures rushed toward this place. What surprised Liu Feng somewhat was that among them were actually Master Faraday and Cookson's two attendants.

However, before making his move, Liu Feng had already formed a true killing intent toward this noble young master. No one's words could stop him. The long spear did not pause at all, carrying a heavy aura of death as it continued stabbing down toward the noble young master.

Just then, Liu Feng suddenly felt his movements freeze, and the long spear could no longer descend even half an inch. At the same time, an extremely terrifying pressure suddenly surged up beside Liu Feng.

Liu Feng's body swayed violently. He used all the strength in his body before he barely managed to stand steady, and even breathing became difficult in an instant. A deep look of horror could not help appearing in his eyes.

"Such heavy killing intent for one so young!" As this pressure appeared, a gentle voice entered Liu Feng's ears with incomparable clarity. Then, with a sudden flash of white light in the field, a person appeared not far away...