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A man and a woman, a pair of companions, both with golden hair. They appeared to be around twenty-five years old, both identified as Huang Xiu. The two individuals just mentioned were not Huang Xiu. It seemed that these two had more experience and greater strength. They must be disciples from some imperial city power!
However, at twenty-five, they were still Wu Tianfeng, indicating a lack of talent. "Which Imperial Dynasty and which Sect do you belong to?" one of them asked. "We don't want to take advantage of you; after all, you've just expended quite a bit of energy, while we are at our peak! But the rules are as such, and we've already won two matches; we don't wish to interrupt our winning streak!"
The woman in the pair spoke with an expression of helplessness, as if she truly did not want things to unfold this way. "I come from the Heavenly Thunder Dynasty's Wuji Sect! What about you?"
Wang Yin, like a little rabbit, quickly revealed where she was from. The two then turned their gazes toward Lin Feng.
Lin Feng replied calmly, "No sect, no affiliation; just a wandering cultivator."
The companions exchanged glances and then abandoned their previous politeness, flanking Lin Feng on either side. Their speed was as swift as the wind, and a Killing Intent swept across the entire arena.
Wang Yin was stunned! What was happening?
Lin Feng sneered lightly and said coolly, "What a fool!" They were merely fishing for information; how could you be so naive as to tell them everything and give them a chance to prepare? I advise you not to use Wuji Sect techniques; just use Royal Family ones! I’ll handle the male!"
With that, Lin Feng prepared to continue the act. Wang Yin suddenly realized what was going on, her pretty face filled with anger. "How despicable! I will not let her off easily! I hate people like this the most!"
Wang Yin declared angrily as she wielded her Qingfeng Sword and charged at the Female Martial Cultivator, praying that she could defeat her. "Don't let me down." Lin Feng naturally aimed to coldly spur her on.
As soon as those words were spoken, Wang Yin found herself with no choice but to fight. Although she was well aware that Lin Feng could easily have dealt with the two of them, he had not helped her before, and she doubted he would this time either. She had to resolve this matter on her own.
The Blonde Woman wore a cold smile, clearly underestimating Wang Yin, who was at the True Martial Eight Layers. Even though she hailed from the Wuji Sect, the Blonde Woman sneered, "I didn't expect you to come from the Wuji Sect. But is it really that desolate now? The disciples sent out for training are so weak!"
With an air of disdain and a hint of wickedness, the Blonde Woman reminded Wang Yin of her sister, Wang Li.
Drawing her sword, Wang Yin unleashed a strike that sliced through the air, echoing with a phoenix's cry. Yet, the aura surrounding it was dark and ominous. The fierce sword energy surged toward her, prompting Wang Yin to activate the Royal Family technique.
Heavenly Crane Sword Record!
The first strike: Fei He Strike!
Soaring into the air like a crane, she wielded the Qingfeng Sword and dove toward the target—the Blonde Woman. Her momentum was astonishing, brimming with killing intent.
"Seeking death!" shouted the Blonde Woman.
With a powerful stomp on the ground, it trembled beneath her feet, cracks appearing everywhere. She transformed into a black phoenix, wings unfurling in an unstoppable display of might.
Boom!
The clash between the crane and the Hei Huang shook the heavens and earth, causing the protective barrier to tremble violently. Both women were evenly matched, neither willing to back down.
As their powers surged continuously into their hands, they realized that this stalemate was exhausting them both. In unison, they retreated slightly, each holding their sword with one hand while maintaining a steady gaze on one another, ready to strike at any moment.
"You possess impressive strength," acknowledged Wang Yin.
"But this ends here!" declared the Blonde Woman. "Killing a disciple of the Wuji Sect will surely please my master."
With that cold statement, she raised her Heavenly Sword, her aura soaring as if she were transforming into an ancient black phoenix.
Wang Yin's eyes sparkled with determination as she gripped her Qingfeng Sword once more and prepared to unleash the Heavenly Crane Sword Record again.
The Second Sword
The Crane Moves the Sky!
With all her strength, she swung her sword, the momentum like the wind, the blade shimmering. In an instant, it collided with the sword of the Blonde Woman.
Bang!
What seemed like a gentle breeze turned into an explosion of incredible power upon impact. It felt as if the entire sky trembled, the protective barrier swaying slightly, its brilliance dimming.
But this was just the beginning; Wang Yin could not stop. She needed to end this quickly, for her strength was running low.
The Royal Family possessed a sword technique created by their ancestor, Feng Zun, which was particularly suited for finishing battles with a single strike.
It was a High-Grade sword technique.
Wang Yin had decent talent and was a direct descendant of her ancestor, with her Bloodline awakened to eighty percent. This strike was her trump card!
A glimmer flashed in her eyes as she wielded the Qingfeng Sword and slashed toward the area shrouded in smoke. Her sweet visage was overtaken by madness.
Wujian Juejian!
With one stroke, the void shattered.
The sword energy swallowed the heavens, comparable to a divine being's fatal strike!
This was not merely a matter of life and death; this strike was too fast—so fast that the Blonde Woman had barely gathered her strength and could not raise her sword in time to defend herself.
Pfft!
She had no chance to cry for help before being pierced through the chest by that lethal strike.
Sword light erupted everywhere, blood splattering!
Her graceful form was cleaved in two, a sight both horrific and shocking!
Many Martial Artists were stunned; this strike was too swift and fierce, almost terrifyingly so.
Wang Yin felt her strength drain completely as she began to fall downward.
Yet when she looked at Lin Feng, her eyes were filled with determination and joy.
She had done it!
A deadly blow at just the right moment.
Lin Feng also witnessed that stunning strike; seeing his companion slain ignited a furious rage within the Yellow-Haired Man.
He charged at the descending Wang Yin, shouting, "I will kill you!"
But as he uttered those words, Lin Feng swung his blade in response.
The blade's brilliance pierced through the void.
With overwhelming force, it broke through the Yellow-Haired Man's defenses, plunging into flesh and exploding in a dazzling display of blood.
Blood and flesh were scattered everywhere, a chaotic scene of crimson droplets filling the air.
Lin Feng swung his blade once more, slicing through the void with a frenzied force that drew in the blood droplets around him. In an instant, he appeared beside Wang Yin as she landed, wrapping his arms around her.
Wang Yin gazed at the man so close to her, captivated by his handsome features, the sharpness of his Killing Intent, and the depth of his abyss-like eyes. She found herself momentarily entranced.
"Alright! You can rest now! Recover your strength as quickly as possible; we need you to fight a few more rounds," Lin Feng said calmly after landing, noticing Wang Yin's dazed expression.
"Huh? Okay!" Wang Yin stammered, her cheeks flushing a deep red as she regained her composure. She stood up weakly, her head bowed, unable to meet Lin Feng's gaze.
At nineteen years old, she felt her heart stir for the first time—she had developed feelings for a man! She vowed to work hard and improve herself. After these two battles, she sensed a hint of breakthrough within her.
With her face still flushed, Wang Yin's heart raced with excitement and joy.
"Lin Wang Combination wins!"
As the referee's words echoed through the arena, the surrounding Martial Artists were left in shock, their eyes filled with awe as they looked at the two of them.
Two consecutive victories!
"Should we continue fighting?"
"Yes, let's continue!" Lin Feng replied calmly.
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