Chapter 222: Chapter 222: Underhanded Trick_1
"Whoosh!"
The Moon Slay Blade was unsheathed once again.
This time, the chill emanating from the blade was even more intense.
Because Qin Feipeng had channeled all his burning rage and soaring killing intent into the Moon Slay Blade through his right hand.
The Moon Slay Blade wasn’t just any weapon, it was a divine artifact that possessed a spirit, capable of synchronizing with the aura of its master.
"Buzz, buzz, buzz..."
The Moon Slay Blade emitted a humming sound, a sound thirsting for blood.
Making such a sound indicated that the blade was longing to drink the blood from Qin Feng’s body!
Qin Feipeng twisted his wrist, and the sunlight directly hit the blade of the Moon Slay Blade, creating a reflection intense enough to scald a person, which he then reflected directly into Qin Feng’s eyes.
Qin Feipeng was playing a dirty trick; he wanted to blind Qin Feng’s eyes outright.
That way, Qin Feng would be rendered utterly defenseless!
When the reflected light shot towards him, Qin Feng noticed it, but he did not dodge.
Because such a glimmer of light couldn’t hurt him in the slightest.
However, Qin Feng pretended his eyes were scalded, promptly covering them with his hands as he bellowed, "What the hell are you doing?"
"What am I doing? I’m killing you!"
Seeing Qin Feng seemingly fall for it, Qin Feipeng naturally would not show any mercy. He leapt up and dove toward Qin Feng.
He held the Moon Slay Blade in a reverse grip.
As he approached Qin Feng, he swung the blade backwards, aiming to slit Qin Feng’s throat.
At that moment, Qin Feng raised his foot and kicked, landing the blow in Qin Feipeng’s stomach, sending him flying backward.
After rolling on the ground for dozens of rolls, Qin Feipeng tumbled off the platform.
Looking at Qin Feipeng outside of the platform, Qin Feng said with a chuckle, "You’ve been knocked off the platform, so you’ve lost. Ouyang Bingbing is my wife, and you have no right to claim her anymore."
"You motherfucker, resorting to a sneak attack again? You truly are a lowly, shameless, despicable little bug!
If you were any kind of man, you’d fight me fair and square instead of using these cowardly tricks!"
"Cowardly tricks? If we’re talking about underhanded moves, it’s you, Mr. Qin, who’s been doing them, right?
The move you just tried was to use the reflected sunlight from the Moon Slay Blade to directly blind my eyes, wasn’t it?
This blade in your hands can gather light, focusing the sunlight from the skies onto its blade, and then reflecting it back.
The reflected sunlight is intensely stronger than normal sunlight by tens of thousands of times. It can not only blind someone but can even turn their eyeballs into charred coal!"
"Quit your bullshit, stop slinging mud here! Do I need underhanded moves to deal with a little bug like you?
Besides, if the sunlight reflected from the blade could turn your eyes into charred coal like you say,
then by now, your eyeballs should at least resemble flaming coals.
Yet right now, you’re unharmed!"
"I’m unharmed because my eyes are not those of an ordinary person. Your little tricks are simply not enough to hurt me.
So, if you don’t want to be beaten again, you’d better not set foot on this platform. If you dare to come up here, I will kick you off again. Every time you come up, I’ll kick you off."
Every word from Qin Feng was like a resounding slap to Qin Feipeng’s face, and he was slapping him in front of everyone.
If Qin Feipeng backed down now, he would surely become the laughing stock of the entire aristocratic circle in the Capital, a colossal joke.
It’s known that among the grandchildren of the Qin Family, Qin Feipeng was the most outstanding one.
He was not only the sole person who devotedly studied the Xuanhuang Medical Classic and entered into its path, but at the age of 28, he had already become a Grandmaster.
Given his destiny, the position of Family Head of the Qin Family was bound to be his.
However, today, he had suffered such disgrace in front of the elite clans at Ouyang Yi’s eightieth birthday celebration.
If he didn’t reclaim the scene, regain his face, and tear Qin Feng into a thousand pieces.
He, Qin Feipeng, would never be able to hold his head high in his lifetime!
The position of Family Head of the Qin Family might just slip through his fingers because of this incident.
With fury burning inside, Qin Feipeng lightly stepped on the ground, and his body soared into the sky like a hunting falcon.
Qin Feipeng surged thirty meters high, then plunged down vertically over Qin Feng’s head.
The Moon Slay Blade in his hand emitted a blinding white light, completely illuminating the arena.
With one slash, he aimed for Qin Feng’s head.
Qin Feipeng was ready to split Qin Feng into two, just like cutting a large lobster.
Just when the blade was less than a centimeter from Qin Feng’s head, Qin Feng suddenly performed an inverted hook kick, landing a blow on Qin Feipeng’s backside.
Struck by that kick, Qin Feipeng was sent flying like a soccer ball.
"Bang!"
Qin Feipeng crashed into a concrete pillar, cracking it and snapping several of the steel bars inside.
Though the body of a Grandmaster was comparable to reinforced steel, the collision still made Qin Feipeng grimace in pain.
He rolled several times on the ground and couldn’t stop the pain, wailing loudly there.
In the end, with no other option, Qin Feipeng had to release the turbid and scant amount of Xuanhuang Qi from his dantian to heal himself.
Upon seeing Qin Feipeng’s actions, Qin Feng was slightly startled.
Qin Feipeng also possessed Xuanhuang Qi; could he also be cultivating the "Xuanhuang Medical Classic"?
His surname was Qin, and so was mine. When I received the true transmission, the old fellow said it was from our ancestor.
Moreover, when Xue Xiaochan forcefully dragged me to get the proof, she said that the Qin Family had a grandson lost in Zhonghai.
Could it be that I really have a connection with the Qin Family in the Capital?
Or is all this just a coincidence?
The old ancestor said he had waited for me for a thousand years. In that millennium, who knows how many bearing the surname Qin had spread out.
Most likely, my Qin Family and the Qin Family in the Capital were one and the same a thousand years ago!
After healing himself, Qin Feipeng once again leaped onto the arena.
Qin Feng chuckled and said, "You’re coming again? It seems you really aren’t afraid of getting hurt, are you?"
"I was going easy on you before, but I won’t be this time. If you don’t want to die, kneel down and admit defeat right now!
Otherwise, I will use my Moon Slay Blade to chop you into pieces!"
After fighting for so long, Qin Feipeng hadn’t gained the slightest advantage. He wasn’t foolish; of course, he knew he couldn’t beat Qin Feng.
Therefore, all he had left was his stubbornness.
He hoped his obstinacy would intimidate Qin Feng, preferably to the point of making him beg on his knees for mercy!
These words only served to amuse Qin Feng.
"Wow! Mr. Qin, your mouth really is harder than a dead duck’s, isn’t it?
You’ve already been thrown out of the ring twice.
What’s the matter, you’re coming for a third time?"
