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The fierce black mist lifted its head amidst the pouring rain, coalescing into a ferocious beast that lunged at the swirling storm circle surrounding it!
Bang! Bang!
Countless sounds resembling metallic scraping and crashing echoed through the forest, sending chills down one’s spine.
Swarms of black insects fell from the air, meeting their untimely demise!
Bian Jian hurriedly maneuvered the Swarm to retract slightly, his heart racing as he observed closely.
He realized with horror that the petals swirling around were faintly interspersed with a metallic sheen of Pulse Energy. In an instant, Lu Fei Fan continuously infused his own Pulse Energy into these petals, creating a whistling sound as they spun, cutting through the air with a hissing noise.
"Have you lost your mind?" Bian Jian exclaimed in shock. If this Mind Storm was even slightly uncontrollable, it could lead to a catastrophic backlash; if it was too intense, it would tear apart space itself, devouring everything in the vicinity completely.
This was tantamount to a mutual destruction tactic, as no one could harness such immense Pulse Energy. At least in Bian Jian's understanding, there was currently no Fuser capable of controlling such vast amounts of Pulse Energy within a Mind Storm!
Petals surged in from all directions once more, replenishing the majority of petals that Bian Jian's Swarm had consumed earlier. A continuous flow of colorful petals poured into the spinning storm circle, resembling a swirling rainbow—beautiful yet deadly!
"Good!" Seeing that Lu Fei Fan offered no response, Bian Jian fell silent. Since the other party was prepared to perish alongside him, he would fight back fiercely; there was little to lose.
He tore off his cloak, revealing the standard uniform of the Federation Empire. The attire appeared somewhat rugged yet dignified on the aging officer. Even though he was merely a soldier from a non-directly affiliated department of the Free Federation, he had devoted half his life to serving it.
Boom—
A surge of robust Pulse Energy erupted from him as the black mist-like Swarm rushed in an instant to encircle him. The gray-black Pulse Energy infused into the Swarm made it surge forward like a ferocious beast charging at the spinning circle of colorful petals!
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang—
No longer were there sounds of violent metal clashing.
Instead, it resembled the booming sound of Energy Cannons striking. Black and light golden lights exploded in the air as countless petals and black insect carcasses fell like dust. Following this, crackling Pulse Energy began to spread like an electric net between the Swarm and the petal circle.
The Swarm launched its fearless assault, nearly tearing through the rotating petal storm circle. Just as they were stuck and unable to advance any further, it felt as though they had collided with a golden spinning barrier. Suddenly, Lu Fei Fan opened his hands wide; his murky white eyes began to clear up.
He lowered his head and saw a massive swarm gathering ahead, dark and ominous, along with the old man behind him who had unleashed all his Pulse Energy, vowing to fight him to the death!
Yang Lao had struggled for years to survive in the pitch-black cave, only to face a deadly sword strike. His betrayal, his resentment, and his loneliness were feelings that no one could understand.
“It’s time to settle things for Yang Lao!” Lu Fei Fan declared, watching Bian Jian through the collision of petals and the swarm.
“Settle? Hahaha.” Bian Jian suddenly burst into laughter. “That depends on whether you have the ability!”
As soon as he finished speaking, whoosh—
His Pulse Energy surged forth once more, and in an instant, hundreds of swarms coalesced into two massive black axes, swinging down towards Lu Fei Fan!
The Hua Liu Yuan Dun swirling around Lu Fei Fan would naturally be cleaved apart. However, Lu Fei Fan unexpectedly activated his Pulse Energy to perform an astonishing maneuver, instantly parting the swirling storm. All the Hua Liu petals froze for a moment before swiftly darting behind Lu Fei Fan, hovering like an army ready for battle.
The sight left onlookers gasping in awe.
From a distance, Great Fox Manor watched with wide eyes at Lu Fei Fan’s incredible display, seemingly enlightened.
Luo Jing was also taken aback, gripping his Yan Luo spear tightly. A sense of uncontrollable dread flashed through him as he observed Lu Fei Fan suspended in mid-air. It was clear that Lu Fei Fan had already completed his self-created technique in his mind. If it were him facing this move… Luo Jing felt an impulse to turn and flee! He forced down this fear; he wanted to see what Lu Fei Fan's self-created technique, Mind Storm, truly was!
“Huh?” Bian Jian hadn’t expected that his concocted Swarm axes would break through Lu Fei Fan’s defense. He was shocked that this kid had actively opened up his defensive storm!
“If you want to die quickly, I’ll make it happen!” Bian Jian would not miss such an opportunity to attack now that the defense was withdrawn!
The two waves of Swarm descended like sharp axes.
“You still don’t understand,” Lu Fei Fan shook his head. Raising a hand, countless petals behind him transformed into streams of colorful light, darting forward like bullets in a fierce storm!
Bang bang bang bang—
The two black axes constructed from Swarm were shredded to pieces. What terrified Bian Jian even more was that the Swarm fell like rain!
Bian Jian hurriedly retracted the Swarm.
"What... what are these flowers..." Bian Jian was puzzled as countless petals floated behind Lu Fei Fan, suspended in the air like a massive ammunition depot. Each petal required Pulse Energy to control; how much Pulse Energy and precision would that take?
Even more astonishing was his ability to command them to launch sudden, penetrating attacks like bullets.
What terrifying mental control this was! Moreover, Lu Fei Fan's Pulse Energy made Bian Jian feel as if he were standing before a giant whale, lost in a daze. Suddenly, he understood that this young man was not just an ordinary youth but a force—a storm powerful enough to level the old generation of Free Federation strongmen!
"Alright!" Bian Jian set aside his doubts. The entire Swarm spread out like a vast net, both sides poised for confrontation, as if a monumental aerial battle was about to erupt!
"Come on!" Bian Jian gritted his teeth, his body glowing with intricate patterns as the pulse technique activated. A surge of brilliance erupted from him, enhancing the nearby Swarm once more as they charged towards Lu Fei Fan like a swarm of fighter jets!
"Three Thousand Flying Blossoms!"
Countless petals suddenly burst forth behind Lu Fei Fan, radiating dazzling light.
In that moment, they were no longer colorful petals but sharp blades gleaming with cold light, transforming into streams of light that shot forward in an instant!
The myriad flying petals flowed like a barrage of Light Bullets, sweeping through the dense Swarm with relentless fury, akin to a torrential downpour!
The Swarm fell one after another, and the countless petals that shot out disintegrated into dust.
The spectacular scene was witnessed by Luo Jing and Great Fox Manor; it became a vividly colorful episode in the growth of these two legendary figures of the Free Federation. They never expected that a young man named Lu Fei Fan would begin to ascend onto the vast stage of history, nor did anyone anticipate that this previously obscure youth would ignite waves of passionate storms in an era dominated by oceans and colossal beasts!
Meanwhile, Bian Jian's Swarm was retreating in defeat. Countless Swarm members surged forward recklessly, as if seeking death, crashing into the oncoming streams of light. In less than a few moments, the dense Swarm suffered catastrophic losses, leaving only a remnant.
Seeing the dire situation, Bian Jian quickly turned to flee.
But Lu Fei Fan would not give him the chance; streams of flying petals shot forth like rain.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
A loud explosion erupted, and if it weren't for the remaining Swarm desperately blocking the streams of light, Bian Jian would have been pierced through.
In a frantic dash, Bian Jian drew the Chuan Xing Jian and turned back, unleashing a flurry of sword strikes. Clang! Clang!
The fierce collision sparked countless flashes, and numerous flying Hua Liu struck him, sending him flying. Just as he managed to get back on his feet, a torrent of Hua Liu surged towards him like a flood pouring down from a river.
"Chuan Xing..." He barely had time to swing his last sword before the rolling Hua Liu engulfed him.
The rushing Hua Liu washed over his body like river water, and when those Hua Liu finally receded, Bian Jian had completely vanished from where he once stood.
As the Hua Liu settled, they began to fall, and Lu Fei Fan landed on the ground, looking up at the drifting floral rain. It was vibrant and serene, mixed with raindrops, leaving him with an indescribable feeling.
He sensed many eyes around him watching—malicious, hostile, wary, indifferent.
Lu Fei Fan lifted the Whale Devouring Sword, taking two steps in one leap into the forest, quickly concealing his presence as if he had vanished into thin air.
"This Pulse Energy... it feels suffocatingly Ancient," Zhi Yin said, clutching her chest. It wasn't until Lu Fei Fan left that she felt a slight relief.
Zhi Kuo, the rough but caring brother, gently patted his sister's back before turning to look at Great Fox Manor. He stroked his chin and muttered, "Could it be that they haven't awakened their full power?"
As soon as he finished murmuring, he turned to glance behind him, sensing something approaching.
"Hmm? Someone's coming. Let's go." With that, he placed a hand on Zhi Yin and Zhi Kuo's shoulders and leaped away, landing several dozen meters away.
"Ah! What the hell!" Zhi Kuo's startled voice echoed through the forest. Before he could finish speaking, another scream escaped his lips.
"Ah—help me!"
Great Fox Manor's hands shot up like they were carrying two rabbits as they leapt through the woods. With just a few jumps, they were already hundreds of meters away.
Meanwhile, Luo Jing had long since disappeared without a trace.
A group of seven or eight people slowly approached through the forest. Leading them was an elderly man with a strong build and a youthful face, carrying a long backpack that seemed to hold something mysterious.
Behind him followed seven others, each exuding an air of authority, armed primarily with melee weapons such as swords, spears, and clubs. Among them, one individual dressed in a reddish-brown combat vest stood out, shouldering an eye-catching energy crossbow made of black metal. This was no ordinary crossbow; the body of the weapon shimmered with a faint flow of pulse energy.
The old man raised his hand to signal a stop. He gazed ahead, releasing an invisible wave of pulse energy from his palm, revealing traces of residual pulse energy lingering in the air.
The young man with the crossbow sensed this familiar residual energy and his expression changed slightly.
"Could this residual power be...?"
"Bian Jian," the old man scoffed coldly. "I never expected you would die here."
"Father, what about the people who fought here just now...?" the young man asked.
"Anyone who dares to oppose us is our enemy," the old man replied bluntly, waving his hand to disperse the remnants of pulse energy he had gathered, which dissipated into the air like mist. He showed no concern for Bian Jian's death.
"Let's go; we have important matters to attend to. First, we need to find Qing Zong and regroup!" The group fell silent and followed him. However, after only a few steps, an ominous phenomenon suddenly emerged from the dark clouds above!
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