Blade Uncle Possession

"You really are here."

Ji Juechen pushed open the door of the Research Lab, scaring Xu Feng, who was staring at Xiao Hongchen manufacturing parts, so badly that he almost dropped the water cup in his hand.

"No, how did you know I was here?"

Xu Feng put down the water cup and rolled his eyes in annoyance.

Ji Juechen walked in expressionlessly, stating the simplest way to find him directly.

"Wherever there are the most girls, you are there. That's the routine. Throughout the entire academy, there are the most female students near here."

Xu Feng opened his mouth, finding that he was actually speechless.

"Fine, then let's head to the Soul Fighting Arena."

Xu Feng sighed helplessly, stood up from his chair, and stretched his shoulders.

Caught by this sword maniac, if he didn't fight him today, he would follow you like a shadow for an entire day. That feeling of being stared at until your back felt chilled was something he had experienced more than once.

Besides, he was his subordinate anyway, so satisfying him a bit wasn't out of the question—just think of it as limbering up.

Soon, the two of them arrived at the Soul Fighting Arena, and Ji Juechen had already impatiently taken out his Outer Heaven Meteorite Sword.

His martial soul was the most ordinary sword imaginable, with no flashy forms and no special attributes. It was simply the most common, plainest long sword.

Yet Ji Juechen entered the sword with his soul, completely transforming his martial soul into energy rather than a solid entity, perfectly integrating it into the Outer Heaven Meteorite Sword in his hand.

He had achieved the realm where man is the sword and the sword is man, and such a realm destined his future to be unobstructed.

On the other side, Xu Feng was staring at the panel before him, the expression on his face barely holding together. His mouth twitched, and his eyes were filled with speechlessness.

Two Tingyuns, one Huohuo, one Jiaoqiu... Did he just poke a fox den?

Did this system have a grudge against him today? The randomly summoned characters were all foxes without exception, and none of them were good at fighting.

Fortunately, when he saw the last person, Xu Feng finally breathed a sigh of relief because that person was Blade.

Xu Feng barely hesitated, decisively choosing Uncle Blade. The next second, a cold and manic power surged from within his body.

His clothes instantly transformed into an antiquated trench coat, his hands were wrapped in layers of bandages, and his bangs directly covered his right eye, leaving only a single crazed eye exposed.

The tattered Shattered Sword that appeared in his hand was covered in cracks along the blade, as if it would shatter at any moment, yet it radiated a heart-palpitating sharpness.

After Xu Feng finished his possession, his entire mental state began to draw closer to Uncle Blade.

That suppressed madness within the silence, that thirst for revenge, that apathy toward pain.

Mara-Struck Power! Accumulating inside his body! Surging wildly! Raging frantically! The corners of his mouth slowly split open, revealing a nearly deranged smile.

"Hahahahahaha! Come!"

Xu Feng charged forward hacking with his sword, his footsteps completely lacking in method yet terrifyingly fast. He completely abandoned defense, concentrating all his attention on the offense.

So-called swordsmanship had completely changed flavor in his hands. There were no moves, no routines, only the most primitive, brutal trading of injuries for injuries.

Ji Juechen was caught off guard and rattled instantly, having sparred with the opponent many times before.

Back then, the opponent's swordsmanship was so exquisite that every move and stance emphasized angles, force, and rhythm, combining offense and defense while advancing and retreating gracefully.

Yet the person before him was completely like a different soul. Every sword strike carried the momentum of mutual destruction, completely uncaring whether he would get hurt himself, even actively throwing himself against his sword edge just to leave one more wound on his body.

Ji Juechen blocked a horizontal slash, his hands numbed by the shock. Before he even had time to adjust his breathing, Xu Feng's next sword hacked down fiercely from above.

He sidestepped to dodge, the blade grazing past his shoulder and tearing away a shred of fabric.

As for Xu Feng's left shoulder, because of that forcible change of direction just moments ago, it had already been sliced open by Ji Juechen's sword. Fresh blood seeped out, staining the trench coat red.

Yet that wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, flesh regrowing without leaving even a scar.

Xu Feng felt no pain at all; instead, he grew even more excited from being wounded. The madness in his eyes intensified, and the speed and force of his sword swings increased.

Ji Juechen clenched his teeth, cursing the lunatic inwardly, yet he had no choice but to respond with full twelve-point focus.

However, facing Xu Feng, who had entered the Mara-Struck state, Ji Juechen's counterattacks were meaningless.

Because the damage Ji Juechen dealt with all his might wasn't even as much as the health Xu Feng regenerated every second.

Fortunately, Xu Feng forcefully suppressed the Mara-Struck condition; otherwise, this duel might have turned into a life-or-death match.

"I lost. I will come to challenge you again after becoming stronger."

After admitting his defeat, Ji Juechen clutched his wound and walked off the arena.

Xu Feng only breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that the other person had not sustained any fundamental injuries.

At the same time, he mentally complained about Uncle Blade. This mental state was truly too absurd; he had almost hacked his own people to death.