Chapter 95 Combat, Awesome!

Chapter 95: Chapter 5: Combat, Awesome!

Nie Fei was a woman.

This came as somewhat of a surprise to Feng Yin.

But he quickly accepted this fact.

The physical differences between Earthling men and women were enormous. For a woman to compete with a man in physical attributes was tantamount to a fantasy.

But this world was ultimately different from Earth. Although the physical differences between men and women still existed among ordinary people, once they began to break through their limits and enter the extraordinary Domain of the Fierce Level, the gap in physical attributes between genders would rapidly narrow as both sides progressed in Body Refinement.

There was not much difference between the Power of Five of a male Fierce-level Powerhouse and the Power of Five of a female Fierce-level Powerhouse.

At most, the male might have a slight edge, but this edge was not enough to form an overwhelming advantage like the difference between ordinary men and women.

Thus, situations arose where Xie Yanran was stronger than Hong Yuan, and Xiao Yu was stronger than those young masters who just dawdled their days away.

Therefore, it made sense that the beloved disciple of Ding Qi, an Absolute Powerhouse, was a woman like Nie Fei.

Compared to Xie Jingyuan’s beloved disciple being Feng Yin, there was actually no distinction of superiority or inferiority.

Facing Nie Fei’s calm inquiry, Feng Yin didn’t say much. He simply nodded slightly. "I am Feng Yin."

Nie Fei also nodded. "So, do we start now?"

Feng Yin glanced at the numerous burly men who had already climbed up from the ground, then looked at Nie Fei, whose breath was steady. He asked in a negotiating tone, "You just finished fighting. Want to rest a bit before we fight?"

Nie Fei furrowed her sword-shaped eyebrows slightly, not responding to Feng Yin’s words, and instead offered another special suggestion.

Pointing at her fellow sect members who had gotten back to their feet, she said calmly, "You can also give it a try."

Feng Yin understood Nie Fei’s meaning—she wanted him to fight one against many for a round, just like she had done, to make things fair.

"Haha, good idea!" This suggestion clearly suited Ding Qi’s taste. He laughed heartily and looked at Xie Jingyuan. "How about it, Old Xie? Do you dare let your precious disciple give it a try? Our Absolute Blade Sect’s daily sparring game—one against ten."

Xie Jingyuan remained noncommittal, merely smiling as he glanced at Feng Yin. "Want to play along?"

Feng Yin held back Xiao Yu, who was about to say something by his side, and smiled. "Let’s give it a try."

Ding Qi clapped his large hands together, his gaze toward Feng Yin filled with an extra hint of appreciation. He laughed and said, "Then what are we waiting for? Hurry up and change into your Protective Gear."

Ten minutes later.

Having donned his Black Armor with Xiao Yu’s help, Feng Yin carried his Dragon and Snake Sword and arrived just outside the arena.

Seeing Xiao Yu’s somewhat sullen and worried appearance, Feng Yin gently reached out and patted her little head. "Xiao Yu, don’t worry. I know what I’m doing."

Xiao Yu puffed her cheeks. "That’s one against many. Eldest Junior Brother, aren’t you afraid?"

Feng Yin smiled. "If Xiao Yu had observed carefully, you would know that fighting ordinary people is actually not that difficult for us. Fighting ten, or fighting twenty, makes no difference until our stamina is exhausted."

"That’s easy to say," Xiao Yu was still somewhat worried. "But you’ve never tried it..."

"I really have tried it, and I’ve done two rounds of it," Feng Yin thought to himself.

He patted Xiao Yu’s shoulder to comfort her, then walked into the arena holding his Wolf Head Helmet.

Looking up, he could see his master standing side-by-side with the burly Ding Qi, chatting idly.

Nie Fei stood quietly beside the two men. She hadn’t yet taken off her Red Armor, and her blade-sharp gaze was silently watching him.

Their eyes met, calm and without Fluctuation.

"She is a formidable opponent," Feng Yin thought.

"He is a formidable opponent," Nie Fei thought.

A large number of students wearing Protective Gear and Armor sat in orderly rows on both sides of the Martial Arts Arena. At this moment, they were all looking at Feng Yin with hostile gazes.

Clearly, these people already understood that Feng Yin was here to challenge their dojo. Naturally, it was impossible for them to show him a friendly face.

Over here, seeing Feng Yin enter the arena, Ding Qi sized him up and gave a bold laugh. "Feng Yin, one against ten is a small internal training game for our Absolute Blade Sect. It can help one warm up fully. So, how many are you prepared to fight?"

Feng Yin glanced at Nie Fei and asked softly, "How many did she fight just now?"

Ding Qi raised an eyebrow. "Nie Fei usually fights thirty or forty."

Feng Yin nodded. "Alright, I’ll fight forty."

"Arrogant enough!" Ding Qi’s eyes lit up. "I’m starting to like you, kid. Everyone, listen to my command—" He clapped his hands.

"HOAH!" The students who were originally sitting formally on the floor mats on both sides shouted in unison and stood up.

Ding Qi laughed heartily. "You all heard him, right? He wants to fight forty! Those at the very front, enter the arena! The rest of you, step back!"

"HOAH!"

The students of the Absolute Blade Sect immediately responded. The people in the front row all picked up their Long Sabers and entered the arena, while the others retreated in unison to clear out a large empty space.

Feng Yin saw someone carry a flag with a base into the arena, placing it a few meters behind the group of imposing students.

Ding Qi looked at Feng Yin and said loudly, "Since this is just a little game, the rules are very simple: one-hit rule and knockdown rule. Whether it’s you or them, falling down or being struck by a slash counts as ’death’. You must either slash everyone down or break through the encirclement to cut down the flag. Understood?"

Feng Yin nodded. "Understood."

Ding Qi chuckled. "Then put on your helmet, and let’s begin."

Feng Yin didn’t hesitate and directly put on the Wolf Head Helmet. He immediately felt his field of vision narrow somewhat.

"As expected, the replica is just not as good to use as my original version," he thought.

In fact, it wasn’t just the field of vision. Although this set of Black Armor customized for him by Xiao Yu was lightweight and sturdy, and had maximized his flexibility using various methods to the greatest extent, it ultimately fell short of the Human Armor Integration provided by his set of Supernatural Armor.

"El—dest—Jun—ior—Bro—ther—you can do it!"

Feng Yin looked toward the sound and saw Xiao Yu using her hands like a megaphone to cheer him on. She was a tiny person, but she had a remarkably loud voice.

He nodded gently at her, raised his unsheathed Bladeless Dragon and Snake Sword, gripped it with both hands, and adopted a standard middle stance.

Seeing him do this, the forty students opposite him immediately scattered skillfully, forming a crescent moon Array. They completely sealed off all routes he might take to bypass them and capture the flag.

"What are you waiting for? If there are no problems, then start right away!" Ding Qi’s thunderous voice boomed.

"KILL!" The forty burly men let out a unified battle cry and charged rapidly toward Feng Yin.

They were collectively dressed in black and gray Protective Gear. The Curved Sabers in their hands were shaped like willow leaves, with blades slightly shorter than conventional two-handed swords and sabers, but longer than One-Handed Sword blades. As they charged, cold light flashed from their weapons.

If it were an ordinary person facing the scene of these forty armed men charging to kill, just being able to stand firm would already be quite impressive.

But Feng Yin was different.

He looked at the scene before him, the corners of his mouth under the mask curling up slightly. He felt as if he had returned to those two familiar nights.

The two nights he had slaughtered Ren Sheng.

Although he didn’t have the powerful Values of his Manifestation Armor right now, he correspondingly possessed the exquisite Skills and experience that he had lacked at that time.

In the next instant, Feng Yin shifted his footsteps and moved laterally. The opposing formation immediately adjusted in response.

One corner of the crescent moon Array flanked around, while the other corner met Feng Yin head-on.

In a team of forty people spread out to one corner, there were less than five people who could face Feng Yin directly. And these few people were already raising their sabers and slashing toward him amid explosive shouts.

When Xie Yanran had been explaining things to Feng Yin, she had once said: A Fierce-level Powerhouse could take on ten people at once.

Feng Yin’s gaze was calm as he stepped directly forward. In his eyes, these four people who were swinging their sabers almost simultaneously actually had obvious sequential differences in their attacks, and the angles of their movements were also different.

This naturally created a disparity in the timing of their falling Blades.

In the next moment, the Dragon and Snake Sword slashed and swept horizontally at the perfect angle!

CLANG CLANG CLANG CLANG!

A continuous series of metallic ringing erupted as the four Willow Leaf Long Sabers were knocked away, fluttering like actual willow leaves in the wind.

Underneath the mask visors of their Protective Gear, looks of horror surfaced on the faces of the burly men.

Nie Fei was already astonishingly strong. How did this kid who came to challenge the dojo seem to have even greater strength than Nie Fei?

Having swung his sword to knock away his opponents’ weapons, Feng Yin had already drawn his sword back to execute a sweeping slash. The Bladeless blade rapidly skimmed across the chest plates of the four men.

SWISH-CRACK!

A series of sounds indicating a hit rang out. Unable to withstand Feng Yin’s overwhelming and unblockable power, the four men staggered backward involuntarily, crashing right into the people pursuing from behind.

Four kills!

Amidst the chaos, people from further back flanked from both sides. A total of three more people came face-to-face with Feng Yin.

Three people, three directions, three sabers striking out in unison!

In the next second, Feng Yin blocked left and parried right. Compared to the "slowness" of these three men, it was as if someone had pressed the fast-forward button on him as he rapidly Blocked the attacks from all three directions.

At the same time, he had already stepped forward. With a swing of his sword, he passed by the three men, leaving behind only three firecracker-like knocking sounds and three men slumping to the ground.

Seven kills!

"As expected, it’s not difficult..." Feng Yin thought silently as he moved rapidly with his sword in hand.

When his Skills were unrefined, relying on the Manifestation Armor to tank hits with pure strength and reflexes certainly allowed him to easily fight one against a hundred.

And now, even though he hadn’t manifested his Armor and his physical Attributes were only one-fifth of his peak, he could still fight one against ten relying on a physical constitution that still vastly exceeded that of ordinary people, along with his increasingly proficient Swordsmanship.

Thinking of this, the image of Nie Fei slaughtering her way through the crowd just now flashed through his mind.

"I can do it too..." he thought.

In an instant, Feng Yin’s figure shot out explosively, charging straight toward the encroaching crowd.

Seeing this situation from the sidelines, Xiao Yu couldn’t help but stomp her foot. "Ah, why did Eldest Junior Brother actively jump into the encirclement? So stupid!"

On the other side, Ding Qi’s rugged eyebrows shot up. He laughed and said, "Old Xie, your disciple seems like a quiet person, a bit like you, but his style of doing things is actually so explosive and reckless. Interesting, truly interesting! I’m liking him more and more."

Facing Ding Qi’s praise, Xie Jingyuan only responded with a faint smile, his peaceful face filled with gratification.

From the looks of it now, Feng Yin was not only a genius in terms of Cultivation. In actual combat, he was an equally rare genius!

Beside them, Nie Fei didn’t speak. She merely stared fixedly at Feng Yin in the arena with burning eyes. On her heroic face, a faint smile actually curled up.

Finally, there was an opponent who could arouse her fighting spirit.

Meanwhile, regardless of what the people outside the arena thought, Feng Yin had plunged deep into the enemy group. Facing the Willow Leaf Long Sabers slashing at him from all directions, he had only one thought in his mind.

Exhilarating!!!

In the next split second, his sword moved with his body. As his figure dodged and maneuvered, he Blocked at high speed, splitting away all the attacks coming from different directions.

Following closely, he twisted, swept, slashed, and pared, instantly striking the bodies of several people.

Shouts, screams, muffled groans, curses...

Ferocity, surprise, terror, fleeing...

The enemies’ reactions were infinitely varied.

Beneath his Wolf Head Mask, Feng Yin’s smile grew increasingly wild and unrestrained.

This feeling of being trapped in an encirclement, fighting one against many, not knowing when he might get slashed due to a moment of negligence...

Despite the frantic situation, it made an irrepressible tremble rise from the depths of his soul.

A tremble of pleasure!

Invigorating!

This was what he sought, something entirely impossible to achieve when he was on Earth, a scenario that could satisfy a man’s deepest violent desires.

This was a death match!

Feng Yin’s eyes shone brightly as he roamed and fought fiercely amidst the crowd with an attitude of utter enjoyment.

From struggling to cope at the very beginning, to handling things with ease later on, and finally to complete, unhurried composure...

By the time Feng Yin snapped back to his senses, only three constantly retreating "survivors" remained before his eyes.

He sighed softly, sheathed his sword, and stood firm.

If he had known earlier, he would have chosen to fight fifty.