Chapter 306 - 209: One Man’s Strength (2)

Chapter 306: Chapter 209: One Man’s Strength (2)

The Sword Intent of Weight is a special form of Divine Intent. It isn’t just for Sword Cultivators; in fact, you could say it’s a Divine Intent that every Martial Artist dreams of mastering.

It allows a Martial Artist to wield the heavy as if it were light, and the light as if it were heavy.

Once mastered, heavy weapons can be swung with the speed of light ones, while light weapons can strike with the force of heavy ones. Moreover, one gains the ability to switch between these states at will.

This grants a complete advantage in battle, freeing the user from the constraints of conventional forms and making them unstoppable.

Suddenly, the Zhanming in Yu Fei’s hand became extremely light. Under the barrage of his opponents’ attacks, he seemed to grasp a sliver of its essence.

Thanks to the flourishing Yang Qi in the air, his Inner Qi began to slowly recover, the rate of refinement gradually exceeding his consumption. Yu Fei gave no sign of this, instead feigning a lack of Inner Qi. The boundless Sword Qi he shot toward Qingshan dwindled, and he looked increasingly battered after taking Zhang Hu’s attacks.

Yun Jing immediately commanded through the mental network, "Pour it on, he’s about to break!"

Hearing this, everyone felt a sense of relief. The pressure Yu Fei had been putting on them was immense.

The man’s stamina and Inner Qi seemed bottomless. Despite the high intensity of the battle, the five-person attack squad had already rotated out more than once, yet Yu Fei was still as energetic as ever. It was utterly frustrating.

Zhang Hu’s expression was grave. Among the sophomores of their year, he ranked first in terms of deep Inner Qi reserves. Yet even he had already consumed about thirty percent of his Inner Qi. Yu Fei’s consumption was far greater—at least three times his own—and that wasn’t even factoring in that Yu Fei was a Five Realms Divine Intent Martial Artist.

Yet Yu Fei was still holding on. ’This guy is a monster.’

In truth, while Yu Fei’s Inner Qi reserves were excellent for a fourth-realm Inner Qi Martial Artist thanks to his Cultivation Technique, that was the extent of it. What allowed him to keep fighting was not only his fifth foundational talent, "Qiankun," but also the recovery ability of the Melt Gold Jade Body Skill.

The description for the Qiankun effect read: *All things are provided for; a world is born within.*

*All things are provided for* granted Yu Fei the ability to absorb all attributes of worldly essence. The combat application of *a world is born within* was that the Inner Qi he consumed could be recycled by his own body, slowing the rate of depletion.

The Melt Gold Jade Body Skill, a top-tier Iron Body Skill, also began to reveal its might.

Its quality of blending hardness and softness allowed him to shrug off the force of impacts and adjust his posture more quickly. Its defense ignored residual Qi Jin attacks, and its unparalleled recovery ability kept his combat strength at its peak.

These were the true reasons he could endure.

Suddenly, five more people launched a surprise attack. But this time, Yu Fei didn’t just passively defend. His Inner Qi was overflowing. ’It’s time to teach these reckless seniors a lesson.’

Yu Fei gathered his power for a moment. The Zhanming in his hand abruptly blurred into afterimages, and in an instant, it struck the three oncoming opponents hard. Amidst a ripple of green light, the three spurted blood and collapsed. As he rushed forward, he suddenly twisted his head 180 degrees—a horrifying sight that made the scalps of the two attackers behind him tingle. They saw a flash of light emanate from Yu Fei’s forehead.

Countless dense streams of Sword Qi shredded the light from their blades and stabbed into their bodies. Two more flashes of green light, and they were out of the match.

Meanwhile, Qingshan had assumed it was just another routine attack, but in the blink of an eye, he saw a mighty torrent of Sword Qi rushing toward him. He hastily thrust his spear, creating countless star-like bursts of Qi Jin to hold it at bay, barely managing to defend himself.

When he looked up, Yu Fei was gone. Yun Jing’s anxious shout echoed in the mental network.

"Watch out—"

At some point, Yu Fei had activated his Illusory Sword Intent and snuck up beside him. Zhanming came crashing down with the force of a toppling mountain, seeming slow but moving with deceptive speed.

’Crap...’

At the critical moment, Zhang Hu abandoned his own attack. The Dragon Sparrow arrived with a roar, intercepting Zhanming’s assault.

BOOM!

Dust and smoke billowed out. Yu Fei was sent flying once again.

But Zhang Hu hadn’t come out unscathed, either. His offensive rhythm had been broken, and his charged-up attack hadn’t reached its peak. He’d suffered a small loss in that hasty exchange with Yu Fei.

"Damn it!"

Zhang Hu’s eyes were wide with fury. "If my damn left hand wasn’t injured," he cursed, "Fuck!"

He desperately missed his left hand. As a Martial Artist specializing in heavy offense, his explosive power put immense strain on his body. With one less arm, his combat effectiveness was significantly reduced.

They had been ganging up on Yu Fei for so long, yet not only had they failed to take him down, they had lost five of their own.

This blow knocked the sophomores right out of their confident, victory-is-assured mindset.

Yu Fei was no sitting duck. On the contrary, he was a caged beast. One moment of carelessness, and he would bite back hard.

With five people eliminated in a row, the group grew more cautious. The Martial Artists engaging Yu Fei directly were no longer so reckless, attacking more carefully for fear of being instantly taken out by one of his bursts.

The blazing sun hung high in the sky. To Gao Nianzhen, Yu Fei’s image seemed to be bathed in a golden glow. He rubbed his eyes, thinking he must be going crazy. ’Am I actually starting to admire this kid? I’m even starting to fantasize.’

But as he kept watching, he suddenly realized something was off. As the lead sensory Martial Artist of the Puppy Patrol, his abilities were geared toward observing the worldly essence, sensing the surrounding environment through the flow of various energies.

Every support-type Martial Artist’s sensory abilities were different, depending on their personal skills and the specific nature of their Cultivation Technique.

Linghu specialized in large-area perception, while Yun Jing focused on investigation through her five senses, even using her intuition as a tool.

Now, as he carefully sensed the golden glow on Yu Fei, he suddenly realized that it was actually the ubiquitous Yang Qi from the air. It was clear that Yu Fei was rapidly refining this energy, which explained his inexhaustible Inner Qi.

Upon discovering this, he immediately reported it over the mental network.

Instantly, both Zhang Hu and Qingshan froze.

"You’re saying Yu Fei can replenish his Inner Qi by refining Yang Qi *during* a fight?"

Yun Jing was in disbelief.

Gao Nianzhen confirmed it again.

Qingfeng said in anguish, "Then what’s the point of trying to wear him down? If we can’t take this kid out in one fell swoop, a battle of attrition is his home turf. How are we supposed to deal with that?"

Zhang Hu’s expression was solemn. "It’s not meaningless. Gao Nianzhen said he’s refining Yang Qi. If we drag this out until dusk, until the sun sets, we can wear him down then!"

Qingfeng was even more distressed. "What kind of freakish Cultivation Technique could possibly have such an absurd ability?!"

"A top-tier Iron Body Skill!"

Zhang Hu stated with certainty.

"You mean the kind you practice? The one from the Scripture Pavilion that gives you the introductory technique for just ten merit points?"

"Yes, but the ’Jia Wood Life-Generating Body’ I cultivate focuses more on vitality and healing. It’s clearly a different path from what Yu Fei is practicing."

Qingshan glanced at Zhang Hu’s left hand. "And you call that ’focused on healing’?"

Zhang Hu said helplessly, "There’s nothing to be done. It was the Martial Saint’s handiwork."

Evidently, Emperor Qing believed his left arm was a lost cause and wouldn’t allow him the chance to heal it.

After that last burst, Yu Fei’s Inner Qi was running low. The boundless Sword Qi technique consumed a great deal of it; to launch an effective attack, he needed a sufficient quantity of Sword Qi.

Seeing the group of sophomores temporarily slow their assault, Yu Fei was happy to catch his breath.

After nearly three hours of grueling battle, he was starting to feel weary.

Zhang Hu took a step forward.

"Yu Fei, no matter the outcome today, I respect you! With strength like yours, you’re bound to be a fierce general on the battlefield!"

Yu Fei planted his greatsword in front of him, using it to shield his aching chest and abdomen. Some of these seniors were just too shameless. While Zhang Hu was talking, at least a dozen guns had been aimed at his vital points, and they even looked ready to fire.

"Senior, you flatter me. But while we’re talking, could you perhaps ask your brothers behind you to put away their guns?"

Qingshan’s lip twitched. "He actually didn’t fall for it. I’m telling you, Yu Fei, for someone so young, you’re awfully untrusting, aren’t you?"

"Senior Qingshan, it’s mostly because your gaze is too direct. The malice is a little too obvious!"

Yun Jing immediately cursed him over the mental network: "Chief, rein in that creepy stare of yours..."

Of course, she knew it was a hopeless cause, but dissing Qingshan was just part of her daily routine.

Zhang Hu raised his Dragon Sparrow, his presence full of oppressive force. "Shall we continue?"

Yu Fei hoisted Zhanming onto his shoulder, thrilled. "Bring it on!"

BOOM!

They immediately fell into a tangled melee. Qingshan thrust with his spear, and the three of them brawled relentlessly.

Gunshots rang out intermittently, often interrupting Yu Fei’s attacks.

Even so, it was shockingly Yu Fei who was suppressing the other two in the fight!