Qi Gathering Seventh Level, Three Sabers Overturn

The violent, scorching aura rushed at him, and the Crimson Flame Saber, like a long rainbow, slashed towards Zhao Lingfeng.

Zhao Lingfeng's lips had been curved in a smile just a second ago, proud of his own cleverness. The next second, the smile froze on his face.

He actually dared to make a move?

Zhao Lingfeng's expression darkened, and he let out a cold snort. "You court death! A mere Qi Gathering Fifth Level dares to challenge me? I'll cripple you with just one hand!"

Zhao Lingfeng decided to maintain his facade. He put one hand behind his back, extending only one fist towards Lin Changkong's Crimson Flame Saber.

"Mountain Breaking Fist!"

His Qi Gathering Seventh Level cultivation erupted, spiritual energy empowering his fist and condensing into a massive spiritual energy fist imprint, which blasted towards the Crimson Flame Saber.

He was confident that this punch would be enough to send Lin Changkong's saber flying.

What right did a mere Qi Gathering Fifth Level have to fight him?

"Boom—"

Violent forces collided, and a gale surged, transforming into ripples.

In an instant, Zhao Lingfeng's expression changed.

The power of Lin Changkong's saber strike was far stronger than he had imagined!

The Crimson Flame Saber cleaved downwards, flames surging in its wake. It was unstoppable and indestructible.

Zhao Lingfeng's massive spiritual energy fist imprint was actually split apart by the Crimson Flame Saber, shattering on the spot.

The blade continued to descend. Zhao Lingfeng was greatly alarmed and hurriedly channeled spiritual energy to envelop his fist. He then felt an immense force land on his fist.

His entire body trembled, and a piercing pain shot through his fist. He staggered backward, stumbling, "Stomp, stomp, stomp," retreating explosively. With each step he took, he crushed the black rock slabs beneath his feet, leaving deep footprints.

A bloody gash, deep enough to see bone, ran across his fist, nearly cleaving his palm in two!

One strike, and he had almost lost another hand!

"How is this possible!"

Zhao Lingfeng's heart pounded, his pupils constricting.

Lin Changkong's strength was far more terrifying than he had anticipated. How could a Qi Gathering Fifth Level unleash such power!

Recalling his earlier boast of crippling Lin Changkong with just one hand, Zhao Lingfeng immediately felt as if he had been slapped across the face.

With the power of this single strike, Lin Changkong's combat strength was definitely not below his own.

Lin Changkong hadn't been boasting at all; it was he who had been talking big!

"Again!"

Before he could calm his emotions, Lin Changkong pressed forward again, another saber strike slashing horizontally across his waist.

Flames roared, scorching and surging.

Zhao Lingfeng no longer dared to be careless. He hastily drew his long sword, channeled spiritual energy, and unleashed a sword strike.

"Wind Cloud Sword Technique, One Sword Breaks Wind and Cloud!"

In an instant, a majestic sword intent spread out. Zhao Lingfeng swung his long sword, condensing it into a giant sword. Sword qi howled, crashing into Lin Changkong's Crimson Flame Saber.

"Blood Fiend Saber Qi!"

Sensing Zhao Lingfeng's surging sword intent, Lin Changkong immediately activated the saber qi within his body. Instantly, saber qi roared out, pouring into the Crimson Flame Saber like a colossal wave.

In a flash, saber qi shot out, like a great sun hanging in the sky, slashing horizontally.

"Boom—"

An even more violent fluctuation erupted from the point where the two clashed, and visible ripples of spiritual energy surged through the air.

The scorching aura was fierce and overbearing, immediately gaining the upper hand.

The Blood Fiend Saber Qi surged, and the moment it collided with Zhao Lingfeng's sword qi, the sword qi shattered, turning into dust.

Zhao Lingfeng's pupils contracted. He had used his full strength in this sword strike, and he couldn't possibly unleash another one in a short time. He could only watch as the Crimson Flame Saber sliced through his sword qi and continued its unstoppable advance, landing on his long sword.

"Clang!"

A crisp sound rang out. Zhao Lingfeng felt an immense force press down, and the sword in his hand was almost shaken from his grip.

Even though he managed to hold onto the sword, his body uncontrollably retreated several yards, still unable to regain his footing.

Before he could stabilize himself, Lin Changkong had already charged forward again with his saber.

Zhao Lingfeng's heart filled with terror, and he let out a roar, channeling all his spiritual energy into his long sword desperately, wanting to unleash another strike.

But Lin Changkong's speed was too fast. He didn't give Zhao Lingfeng a chance to gather his strength before the Crimson Flame Saber once again slashed through the air.

"Bang!"

Multiplied Blood Fiend Saber Qi erupted from the Crimson Flame Saber. Zhao Lingfeng watched as his spiritual energy sword qi was instantly pulverized. The moment the saber blade landed on his sword, the sword body cracked, fragments flying everywhere.

The crimson blade continued its downward slash. Zhao Lingfeng had no time to dodge, no time to block, and no time to defend.

"Pfft—"

The tip of the saber sliced down from the middle of his shoulder, cutting like tofu, severing half of his shoulder and one arm from his body, sending them flying away with the surging wind.

Fresh blood splattered through the air!

Before he could even let out a scream, Lin Changkong kicked him hard in the chest again. Zhao Lingfeng arched his body and shot backward like a meteor, flying five to six zhang before finally crashing into the training ground wall and stopping.

With a "boom," the wall caved in, forming a curved pit.

Zhao Lingfeng was embedded in the wall, unable to pry himself free.

Blood streamed from his mouth, and from his broken shoulder, it gushed out madly, quickly dyeing the wall a deep crimson.

Lin Changkong stood in place, holding the Crimson Flame Saber, spiritual energy surging around him like burning flames, exuding a powerful aura.

The entire training plaza fell into a deathly silence.

Dozens of pairs of eyes looked at Zhao Lingfeng, bloody and embedded in the wall, then at Lin Changkong, who stood holding his great saber. They felt as if their hearts had been struck heavily.

Their hearts pounded wildly, like falling into an ice cellar, filled with terror!

Zhao Lingfeng was defeated!

From start to finish, Lin Changkong had only used three moves!

Heavy breaths came from everyone's nostrils as they stared at the scene before them, their hearts feeling as though they would leap out of their throats.

They couldn't accept it, couldn't believe it!

Zhou Qing stumbled back several steps, looking at Zhao Lingfeng, who was only half-alive and embedded in the wall, and felt like the sky had fallen.

Zhao Lingfeng, at Qi Gathering Seventh Level, had lost, and it was a complete, one-sided crushing defeat.

In just three moves, Lin Changkong had severed the hand of a master ranked thirty in the Outer Sect and crippled him!

"How is this possible? This, this, this..."

Zhou Qing's voice and body trembled, stuttering.

Let alone the others around him.

Lin Changkong looked at Zhao Lingfeng on the wall with a calm, indifferent expression, then casually sheathed the Crimson Flame Saber back into its scabbard.

He smiled.

"You can't even take one of my moves, and you're crippled after three, yet you have the nerve to challenge me in ten days? In ten days, you won't even be qualified to challenge me!"

"Trash!"

He turned and left, not sparing another glance.

Zhao Lingfeng, stuck in the wall, watched Lin Changkong's retreating back, his confidence and dignity long since shattered.

He had lost, and he had been utterly crushed.

Lin Changkong's saber was outrageously powerful!

"You..."

He wanted to say something else, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he fell from the wall. His vision went black, and he immediately fainted, losing consciousness.

Lin Changkong didn't even turn his head, his gaze falling on the crowd around him, his eyes cold.

He clearly remembered that most of these people had mocked him earlier.

He couldn't be bothered yesterday, but if they continued today, even the passing mosquitoes would get a slap.