Chapter 215: Chapter 208: Feng, Watch Out
Annul the engagement?!
Su Ling’er was struck completely dumb.
’Annul the engagement? What the hell?’
’Have I ever been engaged?’
’How could I not know about this myself?!’
’And besides, it was one thing for Wang Xiedi to have his engagement annulled by his ghost wife—at least he had an engagement to annul! Where did this one come from? What does it have to do with me?!’
A tiny version of herself in her mind had already started frantically shaking Lin Qingfeng by the collar.
Wang Xiedi was equally shocked!
’Wait, weren’t you the one who forced Shen Jieye on me?’
’What kind of stunt is this now?’
All the undercover disciples stared in shock at Su Ling’er, Lin Qingfeng, and Wang Xiedi, their minds instantly conjuring up all sorts of melodramatic soap operas.
Ye Longtao sneered inwardly.
’No wonder she could become the Holy Daughter of the demonic sect. So she had this kind of connection!’
"I hope you will embody the glorious spirit of ’the river flows east for thirty years, and west for thirty years—never bully the young and poor’!"
"Now, the grand competition officially begins!"
After his speech, Lin Qingfeng stepped down, yielding the stage back to Mr. Qian.
Atop the high platform, "Mr. Qian" saw Lin Qingfeng step down and came forward once again to announce the competition’s procedures.
"First match: Disciple Jia versus Li Chunfeng!"
...
As "Mr. Qian’s" voice faded, Li Chunfeng and Disciple Jia ascended the martial arts platform under the watchful eyes of the crowd.
Mortal and immortal, separated by a thin line, were now to face each other with weapons drawn.
The player-disciples in the stands were suddenly filled with excitement, cracking open their melon seeds with even more vigor.
Meanwhile, a burst of discussion erupted among the circle of undercover disciples.
"Feng... Can he do it? I respect him a lot, but he’s just a mortal, after all."
"Yeah, Junior Brother Jia is a fourth-level Qi Refining Cultivator. Isn’t... isn’t this just straight-up bullying?"
"Sigh, though Feng’s Dao heart is strong, the gap in Cultivation is ultimately an insurmountable chasm."
However, some disciples offered a different perspective.
"Not necessarily, right? Have you forgotten what happened at the haunted mansion? We all fell for it, but didn’t Feng make it out alive?"
"Maybe he really has some hidden card we don’t know about."
"But it can’t be enough to fight a Qi Refining Cultivator directly, can it?"
"But, I believe in Feng!"
On the stage, Disciple Jia’s feelings were equally complicated.
He looked at Li Chunfeng across from him, who held a Wooden Sword with his usual optimistic expression, and his heart filled with respect.
But he also knew that he was a fourth-level Qi Refining Cultivator. If he couldn’t even defeat a mortal in front of everyone, how could he ever hold his head high among his peers again?
However, recalling Li Chunfeng’s strange and swift sword-drawing motion that left afterimages, he maintained a basic level of vigilance.
Disciple Jia also drew his own novice Wooden Sword, gave a distant bow to Li Chunfeng, and spoke politely:
"Mr. Li, please enlighten me!"
On the stage, Li Chunfeng showed no fear as he faced the fourth-level Qi Refining Disciple Jia.
He stopped his motion of drawing and sheathing his sword and also clasped his hands in a salute to Disciple Jia.
"Junior Brother Jia, this is a wonderful thing! To be able to spar with you all is my, Li Chunfeng’s, good fortune of three lifetimes!"
Seeing this, Disciple Jia’s sense of disdain lessened slightly.
He decided that to prevent Feng from losing too disgracefully, he would first hold back on using his Spiritual Power. He would start with ordinary sword moves to give this senior some face.
"Feng, be careful!"
He let out a low shout, and the Wooden Sword in his hand became a blur, stabbing straight for Li Chunfeng’s vitals.
The sword move was sharp, kicking up a gust of wind.
However, facing this swift strike, Li Chunfeng neither dodged nor evaded.
Just as the tip of the sword was about to hit him, he moved!
CLANG!
A crisp, clear ring!
Disciple Jia only felt a clever force transmit from the other’s sword, instantly deflecting his own blade’s momentum.
Before he could react, Li Chunfeng had flicked his wrist and already completed the motion of sheathing his sword.
SHNK!
The sound of the sword entering its sheath was clean and sharp.
Disciple Jia froze for a moment, then, in disbelief, he struck again.
This time, his sword move was faster, the angle more cunning!
CLANG! SHNK!
CLANG! SHNK! CLANG! SHNK!
The scene that followed shocked the undercover disciples below the stage even more.
’Feng is truly hiding his skills. He can counter most sword moves just by drawing and sheathing his sword.’
’If only he had a Spirit Root and could practice Cultivation, his achievements would probably... sigh...’
’What a pity...’
No matter how Disciple Jia’s sword moves changed, Li Chunfeng used only one motion to counter them.
Draw, parry, sheathe!
Draw, parry, sheathe!
His movements were incredibly fast. Every time he drew his sword, he blocked Disciple Jia’s attack path, and every time he sheathed it, the motion was as smooth as flowing water.
The CLANG! and SHNK! sounds blended into a continuous rhythm.
The more Disciple Jia fought, the more alarmed he became.
He discovered that in terms of the finesse of their sword moves alone, he was no match for this mortal senior brother at all!
’Feng... Just by continuously drawing and sheathing his sword, he can defend against all of my attacks!’
’In terms of pure Sword Dao skill, I’m far inferior to him!’
At this thought, the last trace of contempt vanished from Disciple Jia’s heart.
He abruptly retreated, putting distance between himself and Li Chunfeng, his face turning solemn.
’I’ve given Feng enough chances to show off. Now, it’s time to end this spar the way a Cultivator would.’
"Feng, be careful!"
Disciple Jia let out a low shout and infused Spiritual Power into his Wooden Sword. A crescent-shaped wave of green Sword Qi howled out, tearing through the air as it rushed straight for Li Chunfeng!
The undercover disciples below the stage instantly held their breath.
How could a mortal body possibly react to a sword move launched by a Cultivator channeling Spiritual Qi!
In the split second before the Sword Qi could strike, Li Chunfeng’s feet seemed to ride the wind. He had actually channeled his Inner Strength, his body sliding half a step to the side at an extremely tricky angle!
WHOOSH—!
The Sword Qi practically grazed the hem of his clothes before crashing into the stage behind him, leaving a shallow gash.
"He... he dodged it?!"
The crowd of undercover disciples stared so hard their eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.
’Feng has Inner Strength?’
’Since when! How did we not know?’
’Besides, while a mortal Martial Artist can indeed use Inner Strength to increase their speed, this was Sword Qi launched by a Qi Refining Cultivator using Spiritual Qi!’
’Feng... How did Feng dodge that?!’
Only Su Ling’er and Ye Longtao saw through the trick.
A strange light flashed repeatedly in Su Ling’er’s beautiful eyes.
’No!’
’He didn’t dodge it!’
’He had already moved *before* Disciple Jia even launched the Sword Qi!’
She could see it clearly: Li Chunfeng’s evasive maneuver was almost perfectly synchronized with Disciple Jia’s attack gesture!
Ye Longtao’s face also showed a hint of surprise.
’This mortal... he’s a little interesting.’
’He could actually predict the direction and timing of the Sword Qi just by observing the subtle movements of his opponent’s opening stance!’
’If he weren’t limited by his Spirit Root, if he could practice Cultivation, his future achievements would be limitless...’
’Too bad. A Pseudo Spirit Root is useless, and a mortal with no Spirit Root is the most useless of all!’
’What a waste of such Sword Dao talent!’
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