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Seeing Xu Feng challenge Fang Youxin, a Yuan Ying Cultivator who had previously received Xu Feng at the inn approached and introduced him, "This friend is Xu Feng from Xibai City. He has met the Sect Master once and has come to seek guidance."
Oh, so he is a fan of the Disciples. Perhaps he was just caught up in the moment, wanting to make a good impression on Consort Zhu Lin, joking about his own capabilities by challenging a Mid-Stage Nascent Soul Cultivator. Sigh, such reckless youth.
Fang Youxin, with his Divine Separation Stage strength and having lived for seven or eight hundred years, found Xu Feng, who was only in his thirties, to be incredibly young. Fang Youxin had seen many talented individuals, including those who challenged opponents beyond their level. He had encountered several like Xu Feng, who dared to challenge a Mid-Stage Nascent Soul with their Late Stage of Golden Core strength, but those individuals were later proven to be madmen.
Could this young man also be a madman?
Nearby, Chen Buwen, who was poisoned and unable to fight, witnessed this scene. He was now too weak to continue; the poison had set him back at least ten years in cultivation. Having barely escaped with his life earlier, he considered himself fortunate. Seeing Xu Feng challenge someone with Late Stage of Golden Core strength and that opponent being the lean one who had won two matches in a row made him doubt whether he had heard correctly.
"Senior, Li Zhangmen has shown kindness to me. It is only natural for me to assist Consort Zhu Lin. Please rest assured that I will return alive." If it weren't for Li Hongxiu taking Cai Shujun as a disciple, Cai Shujun might have been sold by the Sacred Cauldron Pavilion.
Fang Youxin saw that Xu Feng was determined and knew that someone like him would risk everything to repay kindness. If he didn’t allow him to go, it would be disrespectful. So he said, "In that case, go ahead and fight. Act according to your abilities; there’s no need for a desperate struggle. The friend's intentions are acknowledged by Consort Zhu Lin."
Seeing Xu Feng resolutely step forward made Chen Buwen feel guilty. They had traveled together twice without speaking to each other, and he had even forced Xu Feng off the Spirit Beast Car. Although his cultivation level was higher than Xu Feng's, the latter's bravery in risking his life for gratitude moved Chen Buwen. He took out a Low-Grade Talisman and said, "Xu Feng, take this Zhang Bao talisman."
The Low-Grade Talisman might not have much effect against a Mid Stage of Nascent Soul opponent, but it was better than nothing and might save his life.
Xu Feng did not expect the stubborn Chen Buwen would remember him and give him a Low-Grade Talisman at such a critical moment. Although it might not be very useful, it showed that Chen Buwen still held onto principles and wasn't just an arrogant show-off.
"Thank you." Xu Feng accepted the Treasure Talisman and turned to step into the arena.
Hundreds of eyes watched as Xu Feng emerged from Consort Zhu Lin's group, filled with disbelief.
"Guorong, am I seeing things? Consort Zhu Lin actually sent out a Golden Core Stage cultivator; has she lost her mind?"
"You’re the one who’s lost your mind; this is personal revenge. That guy might have old grievances with Fang Youxin and was sent out to die."
"I wonder how Senior Brother Zhang Yuanhua will deal with him."
"How about we bet on how many moves it takes before he gets killed?"
Several disciples of the Purple Cloud Sect were jeering, while Consort Zhu Lin's people were all embarrassed. Sending a Golden Core Stage cultivator to fight was clearly a way to invite death.
The thin Zhang Yuanhua was even more furious, his nose twisted in anger. How could they send a Golden Core Stage cultivator to die? Did they really look down on him that much? He had only won two matches, and they were already scared? Yes, that must be it...
Xu Feng had already walked up to Zhang Yuanhua.
"Stop!" Zhang Yuanhua shouted. "You stand there and don't move. Let me sneeze and see if I can blow you away with just one sneeze."
The Purple Cloud Sect members laughed so hard they nearly fell over, tears and snot streaming from their faces.
Consort Zhu Lin was so furious she couldn't speak, wishing she could drag Xu Feng back and beat him to death with a stick to avoid further embarrassment.
Xu Feng wasn't angry at all. He looked up at the sun and then said, "Ah... I need to sneeze!"
At that moment, Xu Feng actually sneezed in sync with Zhang Yuanhua. It should have been Zhang Yuanhua who sneezed.
However, a miracle occurred.
As Xu Feng sneezed, Zhang Yuanhua, who was nearly twenty meters away, seemed to be pushed back by an unseen force and involuntarily took a step back.
Zhang Yuanhua was still confused about what had happened, but the entire venue fell silent.
Xu Feng had actually knocked Zhang Yuanhua back with just one sneeze. It was clear that he had been pushed back, rather than retreating on his own. While Zhang Yuanhua was unaware of it, the onlookers clearly saw a soft power strike Zhang Yuanhua, causing him to take a step back.
Just one step back was enough to show that Xu Feng, at the Late Stage of Golden Core, had knocked back Zhang Yuanhua, who was at the Mid Stage of Nascent Soul.
Realizing his blunder, Zhang Yuanhua trembled with rage. "You... you..." He didn't even understand why he had stepped back; it seemed that there was an irresistible force in Xu Feng's voice compelling him to obey and take that step back.
Little did he know that Xu Feng had infused his sneeze with the effect of Outsider's Demonic Melody. While he couldn't use it openly, no one would suspect it hidden within a sneeze.
Qiao Li softly exclaimed, "Huh?"
Fang Youxin looked at Chen Buwen, as if seeking an answer from him. Chen Buwen shrugged his shoulders, indicating that he didn't know either.
Xu Feng politely smiled at the members of the Purple Cloud Sect and said, "I apologize for disappointing everyone. I thought I could defeat him with a single sneeze, but it only pushed him back a step. It seems my skills are lacking; I'm sorry about that."
"You, you..." Zhang Yuanhua kept repeating "you," clearly infuriated.
Roar! This time it was the people of Consort Zhu Lin who burst into laughter, their laughter mixed with concern.
Zhang Yuanhua finally regained his composure and raised his Medium Quality Sword, swinging it down fiercely, determined to chop Xu Feng into pieces. His sword was merely a Medium-Grade Magical Artifact, but it carried great force. Just moments ago, he had used this powerful technique to strike down a Mid-Stage Nascent Soul Cultivator from Consort Zhu Lin.
Chen Buwen thought to himself, "Quickly use my Treasure Talisman to strike him; perhaps we can escape with our lives."
Fang Youxin's expression darkened. What a fine young man he was; what a pity. If he survives, he could join my Consort Zhu Lin.
Amidst the lamentations of Consort Zhu Lin's group, Xu Feng nimbly sidestepped Zhang Yuanhua's first strike. Then, a flash of red light appeared in Xu Feng's hand as the Dark Red Crescent Blade materialized.
"How did he dodge that? I clearly saw Zhang's sword strike him."
"No, it’s impossible! That blade is a Superior Magical Artifact, and he's only at the Late Stage of Golden Core. How could he possibly possess such a good treasure?"
As the crowd gasped in astonishment, Xu Feng charged forward, breaking through layers of sword light to engage in close combat with Zhang Yuanhua.
Boom! Zhang Yuanhua's sword struck in front of Xu Feng but was blocked by Xu Feng's Blackstone Shield.
Swish! Xu Feng swung his blade down, and Zhang Yuanhua's mouth opened wide in shock; no sound escaped as his head was severed in one clean stroke, rolling to rest at Xu Feng's feet.
With a flick of his toe, Xu Feng sent the head flying into the air. Then with a swift kick, the head traced a graceful arc before disappearing into the distant wild grass.
Silence, absolute silence.
With just one strike, Zhang Yuanhua's head was severed, and then it was kicked away like a ball.
This had completely changed the perception of the cultivators; it should have been Zhang Yuanhua who killed Xu Feng with a sword and then kicked Xu Feng's head away. That would have made sense.
But the reality was far from their imagination; it happened so brutally, yet it could also be seen as a miracle.
Both sides were left speechless in shock.
Xu Feng kicked again, sending Zhang Yuanhua's large body soaring high into the air, spiraling into the crowd of Purple Cloud Sect.
On the ground lay Zhang Yuanhua's Medium Quality Sword, but Xu Feng didn't even glance at it, muttering to himself, "A sneeze can't kill you, but a single strike should do the trick."
If Zhang Yuanhua's Yuan Ying heard this, who knows if he would be so furious that his soul would scatter.
Fang Youxin was all smiles, thinking, "So he was just playing the pig to eat the tiger; I was worried for nothing." With a single strike, he had killed a Mid Stage of Nascent Soul cultivator while being only at the Late Stage of Golden Core. Although he had the advantage of magical artifacts, his displayed strength could already be described as remarkable.
Those proud Single Spiritual Root talents might not have performed as well.
Chen Buwen felt a chill run down his spine; as the wind blew, he realized his back was already soaked. To think that with one strike he could take down a Mid Stage of Nascent Soul, and here I am as a mere Nascent Soul Early Stage, still giving him attitude. Truly, truly... Chen Buwen wiped the sweat from his forehead again.
The Supreme Flame Blade and the Supreme Black Stone Shield, both Superior Magical Artifacts, were brought out unexpectedly to slay Zhang Yuanhua. He wasn't that weak but was caught off guard and killed by Xu Feng in public. This strike rendered the Purple Cloud Sect speechless.
It took a full two minutes before the crowd of Purple Cloud Sect erupted in chaos. They realized that although Xu Feng only had the strength of a Golden Core Stage, this strike was indeed exquisite. However, there were too many cultivators at the Late Stage of Nascent Soul, and they could naturally see that Xu Feng's success with one blow involved some trickery. The Yuan Ying Cultivator from Purple Cloud Sect, feeling superior, hesitated to act and instead stoked the flames from the sidelines.
“Cheng Min, go take him down. He’s just relying on tricks; if you play it steady, you’ll definitely win.”
“What are you waiting for? He’s no match for you. Kill him and you can claim his two Superior Magical Artifacts.”
Under the instigation of several older brothers, the Purple Cloud Sect's Mid-Stage Nascent Soul Cultivators became restless as if they had taken an aphrodisiac. They all wanted to rush forward to strip Xu Feng of his tendons, peel off his skin, take his life, and seize his money. Even some Early Stage Nascent Soul cultivators were eager to join in, fearing they would be left behind.
Xu Feng stood ready with a sword and shield, head held high.
The first to push forward was Liu Chengmin, a lean Mid-Stage Nascent Soul Cultivator who was full of confidence. He boasted a few words but, seeing that Xu Feng did not respond, he had to hastily end his chatter and launched an aggressive attack.
Learning from Zhang Yuanhua's lesson, Liu Chengmin relied on his excellent agility to circle around Xu Feng, striking from different angles in an attempt to wear down Xu Feng's spiritual power before slowly finishing him off.
At first, Xu Feng followed Liu Chengmin's movements for a few rounds, but eventually, he stopped even looking at him. No matter from which angle Liu Chengmin attacked, Xu Feng blocked every strike. Each time their magical artifacts clashed, Liu Chengmin's medium-grade Embroidered Spring Blade would suffer significant damage.
Xu Feng's Five Elements Cultivation granted him an exceptionally strong physique; his spiritual power was already on par with Late Stage Nascent Soul cultivators, and his endurance was several levels higher. With one offensive and one defensive superior magical artifact, he was more than capable of remaining undefeated. Most of the Early Stage Nascent Soul cultivators only possessed medium-grade magical artifacts. Standing there for them to strike at was not a big deal as long as he avoided critical hits.
"Are you done playing?" Xu Feng suddenly asked Liu Chengmin.
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