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"Let’s fight if you want to; we are not afraid of you!" Bai Jing stepped out from the crowd, standing tall and confident without a hint of fear.
"I, Feng Jia, never take advantage of numbers. Leihong, do you want to rest a bit before we fight, or shall we engage now?" Feng Jia glanced deeply at Bai Jing, suddenly realizing that aside from Leihong, the changes in all the members of the Demon Squad were beyond his expectations.
Originally, this was a group of Trial Disciples with slightly inferior strength, gathered in Zhou Jun's team for various reasons, like a loose collection of sand. Unexpectedly, within just a few months, they had developed a cohesion comparable to that of the Demon Hunting Squad.
This was all thanks to their captain, Zhou Jun, that mysterious young man who gradually instilled a sense of dread in Feng Jia.
"I'll take you on!" Leihong showed no signs of fear. Although his strength had diminished significantly, he knew that if he backed down, the entire Demon Squad could collapse at any moment.
"No, Leihong. You rest over there; I'll handle him!" Wang Qin emerged from the team at some point, wielding two short blades that glimmered faintly red. Infused with Vital Energy, they sparkled like crystal as she swung them casually, leaving trails of fiery Phantoms in the air.
Feng Jia was slightly taken aback; it was indeed a High-Grade Mystic Weapon. Wang Qin had never used her dual blades before and had never fully revealed her strength. The members of the Demon Squad knew that although Wang Qin appeared easygoing, her combat power was extremely high and her temper was not very good. Often when magical beasts accidentally provoked her, they would meet a tragic end, with even the valuable materials they dropped completely destroyed.
Bai Jing had quarreled with Wang Qin multiple times over this issue. However, whenever Wang Qin was on the verge of fury, Bai Jing would wisely keep quiet because he understood that a woman who could mercilessly beat a Steel-Toothed Beast to a pulp could easily break his bones as well.
"Wang Qin, you are not his match," Leihong shook his head and said.
"How will I know unless I try?" Wang Qin replied dismissively.
Feng Jia coldly stared at Wang Qin; he could sense the intense Elemental Wave emanating from this seemingly delicate girl. Coupled with Leng Wei's previous experience, he dared not underestimate her.
After drawing his sword, Feng Jia did not immediately attack but kept a close watch on Wang Qin's every move.
Wang Qin's cultivation was only at the Yuan Martial Realm Seventh Level, barely reaching the late stage of the Origin Martial Realm. In terms of cultivation level alone, she was completely incomparable to Feng Jia. However, she seemed determined not to drag things out; she pushed off the ground and soared into the air, charging towards Feng Jia and instantly engaging him in combat.
Clang! Clang!
The sounds of blades clashing echoed continuously as sparks flew and the air trembled. Wang Qin moved like a swallow around Feng Jia, constantly attacking and searching for his weaknesses.
Feng Jia remained steadfast, unyielding and unmoving, as stable as a mountain.
“Swallow Returns to Nest, Thousand Flower Blade!” Wang Qin shouted angrily, her two short blades danced like butterflies, creating a flurry of red flowers that surged towards Feng Jia from all directions.
Due to the incredible speed of her blade technique, Blade Qi was unleashed in rapid succession, and Wang Qin's momentum shifted dramatically. From the perspective of the battlefield, she seemed to have the upper hand, relentlessly pressuring Feng Jia with her attacks.
Finally, Feng Jia moved his feet, retreating slightly, and his expression gradually became serious, appearing to be in a very awkward position.
“I didn't expect there to be so many hidden experts within the Demon Squad,” said Beautiful Young Girl in astonishment from above. “Leihong is already impressive enough, using experience and Vital Energy suppression to overcome the strong. Could it be that she can achieve this as well?”
Lu Yu shook his head and said, “Wang Qin cannot possibly defeat Feng Jia. In just a few moves, she will be defeated.”
“How is that possible? Is Feng Jia really being suppressed to the point of having no chance to counterattack?”
Lu Yu explained casually, “The gap in their cultivation levels is impossible to ignore. In terms of combat experience and Martial Technique, they are not even on the same level. Although Wang Qin appears fierce and has unleashed her strongest Martial Technique, Feng Jia is merely using basic sword techniques to defend against her attacks without employing any Martial Technique. Moreover, his internal Elemental Wave has shown no signs of change; he is clearly just observing Wang Qin's techniques. To put it bluntly, he is toying with her.”
“How can this be? Wang Qin seems much stronger than an average late-stage Origin Martial Realm expert. I might not even be able to withstand her Thousand Flower Blade technique without using a Martial Technique myself,” exclaimed Beautiful Young Girl again in shock.
“That is precisely what makes Feng Jia terrifying. It is said that the reason the Feng Family has been able to establish itself in Ning Cang City, becoming the second largest family after the lord's family, is due to their powerful family martial arts and their high rank. It is rumored that those who cultivate the family’s legendary Supreme Technique possess one-third more Vital Energy than other warriors of the same level and are exceptionally skilled at defensive counterattacks. They can deliver a fatal blow by exploiting their opponent's weaknesses and mistakes. In combat, Feng Jia never overestimates himself nor does he take the initiative; he often waits for his opponent's relentless attacks before striking with a deadly blow that catches them off guard.”
At this point, Lu Yu had taken out a prepared Golden Shield, ready to support at any moment.
It seemed that Feng Jia had anticipated this situation long ago; thus, he had yet to counterattack or attempt to deliver a lethal strike capable of easily taking Wang Qin's life. His goal was to force the Demon Squad to surrender all their points and materials. If a life-threatening situation prompted the appearance of a Rescue Disciple, causing the members of the Demon Squad to abandon their assessment, it would be a significant loss.
Changing his usual style, Feng Jia began to engage with Wang Qin, avoiding exploiting her vulnerabilities for an instant kill. This not only disappointed Wang Qin, but also astonished those around them.
The clueless Trial Disciples, at this moment, could not help but think that despite being only at the seventh level of the Yuan Martial Realm, Wang Qin was actually fighting evenly against Feng Jia.
Only Wang Qin knew that her every move had almost been completely grasped by the opponent, and she even felt that her blade was being manipulated by them.
"This kid is indeed ruthless!" Lu Yu sighed and frowned.
At that moment, the situation in the arena suddenly changed. Feng Jia's long sword appeared in an extremely unexpected position, slicing horizontally from an angle so tricky it was hard to imagine.
With two soft thuds, Wang Qin's body jolted, freezing in place as her two short blades were suddenly knocked away, causing her Martial Technique to come to an abrupt halt.
Just as Lu Yu was about to intervene, the long sword suddenly accelerated, resembling a silver python flicking its tongue, and in an instant, it was pressed against Wang Qin's throat.
"Even if a Rescue Disciple appears, it may not save your life. You'd better hand over your points materials obediently; otherwise, don't blame me for being merciless." The tip of the sword lightly pressed, leaving a barely noticeable cut on Wang Qin's throat, with a small bead of blood forming at the wound.
Lu Yu, who had just prepared to reveal himself, suddenly halted and remained in place. Feng Jia's words seemed directed at the members of the Demon Squad but were actually meant for him. Indeed, under such circumstances, even if he summoned the Golden Shield card, he would absolutely be unable to protect Wang Qin's life.
Feng Jia threatened the nearby Rescue Disciples not to show themselves easily. Upon realizing this, Lu Yu felt a surge of anger but was helpless. Although they wouldn't bear too much responsibility if they couldn't save the Trial Disciple's life, at this critical moment, Lu Yu decided to wait and temporarily hold back his actions.
"You are despicable! You could have defeated me long ago but chose not to act until I was exhausted and unable to counterattack. Is it just to trap me?" Wang Qin shouted angrily, her face flushed.
"I have no choice; if I don't trap you, how can I force you to hand over your points materials? I advise you to be sensible; compared to your points materials, your own life is far more important," Feng Jia replied coldly.
The members of the Demon Squad were completely stunned by the scene before them. Even if they trusted the Rescue Disciples, they knew that under these circumstances, even if a Rescue Disciple appeared, they would be unable to save Wang Qin's life.
"Feng Jia, I didn't expect you had already seen through Wang Qin's intentions," Leihong said dejectedly from the side.
"You think your little schemes can fool me?" Feng Jia scoffed at this.
"You know my style well; you understand that I excel at defensive counterattacks. Often when I strike, it leads to fatal consequences and draws out the Rescue Disciples." Feng Jia glanced upward as if his gaze could pierce through the void and detect Lu Yu and others' presence.
"I will not give you this opportunity. Even if I kill your companion with a single sword strike, the Heavenly Mechanism Sect cannot blame me. While it is the responsibility of those Rescue Disciples to save dying disciples, it is not their obligation. The command given by the Heavenly Mechanism Sect is to assist as much as possible. As long as I can subdue any one of you, even the Rescue Disciples will be unable to help you."
Feng Jia appeared extremely confident. He believed he had grasped the weakness of the Demon Squad, and at this moment, the Demon Squad had no choice but to surrender all the hard-earned points and materials they had collected.
"That may not be the case; have you overlooked a very obvious flaw?" Leihong suddenly laughed, his joy evident.
"What?" Feng Jia's expression grew colder. Leihong's laughter was too piercing, making him feel a loss of control.
"The Rescue Disciples cannot save Wang Qin, but our captain Zhou Jun can. You excel at defensive counterattacks and spotting your opponent's weaknesses, but Zhou Jun's swordsmanship is beyond your defense and insight!" Leihong laughed heartily.
As soon as he finished speaking, Feng Jia felt an icy and deadly sensation suddenly arise at the back of his neck. The unprecedented danger made him shudder, and he instinctively withdrew his sword.
Before the danger arrived, he knew without thinking that if he dared to stab Wang Qin's throat with his long sword, he would meet the same fate. The sudden flash of sword light at the back of his neck was silent and abrupt; he could only choose to withdraw and evade.
"Another use of the Voidless Sword Technique! That guy has finally returned." Lu Yu smiled faintly while watching from the air.
"Who? Could it really be Zhou Jun returning? But I don't see him!" The Beautiful Young Girl looked around but did not spot Ye Feng.
"He is not in the arena; he is in the dense forest a hundred feet away. From that distance, with a single sword strike, only his Voidless Sword Technique could achieve such a feat," Lu Yu said with a wry smile, feeling nostalgic.
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