Chapter 96 Absolute Blade vs. Dragon Sword

Chapter 96: Chapter 6: Absolute Blade vs. Dragon Sword

Feng Yin didn’t pursue the three retreating men.

He walked over to the flag, pulled it out, and then looked at Ding Qi on the sidelines. "Uncle Ding, this should be enough, right?"

Ding Qi wasn’t angry that all the Absolute Blade Sect students had been defeated.

Frankly, without Remote weapons, when ordinary people faced a Fierce-level Powerhouse with physical attributes several times greater than their own, it was nearly impossible to win unless they had overwhelming numbers to completely trap the target.

Ding Qi nodded briskly. "You’ve got some Skills, young man. You’re brave, daring, and you enjoy the fight. It’s a pity you joined Old Xie. Why not come to my Absolute Blade Sect instead?"

Beside him, Xie Jingyuan’s mouth twitched. "Old Dog Ding, are you trying to poach my student right in front of me?"

Ding Qi’s rugged face broke into a sly grin. "Who doesn’t want a good Seed? You have to protect Xuan Guang’s boss every day. Do you even have time to teach a disciple?"

Xie Jingyuan glared at him. "What do you know? Feng Yin is naturally suited for the Cyan Dragon Secret Sword. Learning your Absolute Blade would be a pure waste."

Nearby, Nie Fei looked at Feng Yin. "Rest for ten minutes, then we fight."

Feng Yin nodded and walked to the edge of the arena.

Xiao Yu smiled playfully and handed Feng Yin a bottle of Nutrient Liquid. "First Junior Brother, you were so fierce!"

Feng Yin took the Nutrient Liquid and drained it in one gulp. "If you just improve your physique a bit more, Xiao Yu, you should be able to outmaneuver and defeat them too," he said with a smile.

He wasn’t just offering empty encouragement. The young girl already possessed a Fierce Lower Level physique. After training with him every day recently, her Swordsmanship and Fixed Forms had become much more proficient.

Even if she couldn’t take on Ten People at once, facing three opponents simultaneously wouldn’t be an issue. With the right tactics, she could completely rout over twenty enemies through agile hit-and-run maneuvers.

Xiao Yu’s face lit up with excitement. "Then I’ll Cultivate hard and try it out later!"

She glanced at Nie Fei, who was resting with her eyes closed, and giggled at Feng Yin. "That cool girl looks really tough. It’ll be hilarious if you can’t beat her, First Junior Brother."

Feng Yin was speechless. "Why do you look so happy at the thought of me losing? Whose side are you on, Xiao Yu?"

"Call me Senior Sister!" Xiao Yu reached out and tapped his head, her smile radiant. "You can’t blame me. Nie Fei is just so cool, and she’s genuinely strong."

This little girl was changing her loyalties too quickly.

Feng Yin smiled faintly.

Xiao Yu rolled her eyes, stood on her tiptoes, and whispered into Feng Yin’s ear, "First Junior Brother, hurry up and rest. I’m going to go bother that cool girl."

With that, she eagerly scurried off, running over to where Nie Fei was resting. She sneaked up on her with her hands behind her back.

Nie Fei’s eyelids twitched. Clearly sensing Xiao Yu’s approach, she slowly opened her eyes.

Xiao Yu’s adorable, slightly chubby face appeared before her.

"Hehe, Nie Fei, you’re so tall." As she spoke, she raised her small hand to measure the height difference. "Can you tell me how tall you are?"

Seeing Xiao Yu’s mischievous and cute appearance, a smile surfaced on Nie Fei’s cold face. "One hundred and seventy-nine centimeters..."

"Wow!" Xiao Yu’s eyes sparkled. "That is really tall. I’m only barely one hundred and sixty centimeters!"

Nie Fei hesitated for a moment before raising her hand to carefully pat Xiao Yu’s head. When she noticed the girl didn’t resist, she seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. "You... will still grow taller."

"No, I won’t. I’m already eighteen," Xiao Yu said cheerfully.

Eighteen?

Nie Fei paused, her expression turning a bit awkward. She had assumed Xiao Yu was only sixteen...

This little girl’s face was truly deceiving.

On the other side of the arena, Xie Jingyuan stared thoughtfully at Nie Fei’s dark red hair. He turned to Ding Qi. "I’ve only heard about this disciple of yours before, but I’ve never met her in person. Surnamed Nie, and with that hair..."

Ding Qi glanced back and chuckled. "Old Xie, you don’t need to beat around the bush. She has the Nie Family bloodline."

Xie Jingyuan’s gaze flickered, and then he laughed. "To think you actually found someone like her. What kind of bullshit luck is that?"

Ding Qi cast a sidelong glance at him and smiled weirdly. "Not as good as yours. I’ve never heard of you having a disciple named Feng Yin before. You just went out to sea once and picked him up."

Xie Jingyuan looked calm. "This is called destiny."

The two men exchanged a look and smiled in tacit understanding. They were just flexing on each other to show respect.

Ding Qi glanced at Feng Yin again. "Old Xie, now that you have this disciple, when do you plan to bring him back to your Sword Sect?

"I heard the Demon Extermination Association will be making some major moves soon. When the time comes to select Seeds from the Four Great Sects, it’d be a joke if your disciple missed out."

Xie Jingyuan also looked at Feng Yin, chuckling as he shook his head. "No rush. The Demon Extermination Association’s selection won’t happen that fast. We’ll wait until he wins the Rising Star Tournament."

Ding Qi glared at him, scoffing. "Your disciple wants to snatch the championship from mine? You’re overthinking it. Do you even know what the Nie Family bloodline means?"

Xie Jingyuan smiled mysteriously. "We’ll only know whose disciple is stronger at the Rising Star Tournament."

Ten minutes passed quickly while they chatted.

"Xiao Yu, I need to get into the arena." Nie Fei bid farewell to Xiao Yu quite decisively and headed straight for the center of the ring.

Xiao Yu hurriedly called out to stop her. "Nie Fei, Feng Yin hasn’t been practicing Martial Arts for long. Can you take it easy on him?"

Nie Fei looked back at her, a hint of Fluctuation in her eyes. "He... hasn’t practiced for long? But looking at his Swordsmanship..."

She didn’t finish her sentence, but her meaning was obvious.

Putting aside the issue of physical Strength, someone who could so cleanly face and defeat dozens of opponents as he just did had to be a veteran who had experienced years of actual combat and refined their Skills to pure mastery.

How could he possibly be someone who just started practicing Martial Arts?

Before Xiao Yu could explain, she sighed helplessly. "I... I don’t know how to hold back."

The momentum of the Absolute Blade was to forge ahead indiscriminately; once the blade was drawn, there was no turning back. Therefore, from the very beginning of her saber practice, her master’s instruction was to never show mercy.

Xiao Yu was completely dumbfounded by Nie Fei’s blunt response.

While she was still scratching her head, Nie Fei muttered an apology. Then, she put on a fierce Helmet that matched the color of her Armor and quickly stepped into the arena.

As for Feng Yin, he had already entered the ring while the two girls were talking.

The two stood in silent confrontation.

Feng Yin once again carefully scrutinized the tall figure opposite him.

Nie Fei’s crimson Armor looked quite plain overall. Its design was relatively form-fitting, likely reduced in thickness compared to other Protective Gear to prioritize agility and lightness.

The headgear featured a fiery red, fierce faceplate resembling an eagle’s head, and her high ponytail of red hair extended perfectly from the back.

In her right hand, she held a streamlined, narrow Curved Saber. The blade resembled a willow leaf. Though called a Curved Saber, it was actually mostly straight at the back with an upward curve towards the tip. The blade’s length appeared to be about eighty to ninety centimeters, not as long as his Dragon and Snake Sword.

Judging from Nie Fei’s grip, her Sword Technique leaned toward a single-handed style.

While Feng Yin assessed Nie Fei, she was also observing him.

This man, who seemed silent and a man of few words, wore Armor that appeared ferocious and sinister. Paired with a wolf-like Helmet, he gave off a frenzied vibe, as if he had crossed over from a bizarre Otherworld.

Seeing that both fighters were ready, Ding Qi let out a hearty laugh from the sidelines.

"Both sides belong to the Celestial Essence Martial Arts Flow, so we’ll follow the old traditions of our Celestial Essence Martial Arts. With Old Xie and me here, you can fight to your heart’s content. There are no rules; the match ends when someone falls or admits defeat.

"Understood?"

Both Feng Yin and Nie Fei nodded slightly.

Then, they raised their weapons and assumed their stances.

Feng Yin gripped his sword with both hands near the side of his face, the tip pointing straight at Nie Fei.

Nie Fei, on the other hand, raised her saber with her right hand, holding it horizontally in front of her face. One held their weapon horizontally, the other vertically—their stances in perfect opposition.

Inside the arena, all the spectating students held their breath in anticipation.

In this Absolute Blade Hall, besides the Sect Leader, Ding Qi, the only ones who could usually go toe-to-toe with Nie Fei were a few of her senior fellow disciples. However, those experts were often away on missions and rarely returned to the hall to Cultivate.

As a result, everyone had been suffering prolonged, merciless beatings from Nie Fei alone. In their eyes, she was an invincible super genius among her peers.

Now, seeing another genius stepping up to challenge her, it was hard not to feel thrilled.

The two fighters ignored the attention of the onlookers, simply standing in silent confrontation.

The entire hall gradually fell silent.

A moment later, Xiao Yu’s clear voice rang out.

"First Junior Brother, Nie Fei, both of you do your best!"

Her shout acted like a lit fuse.

In the next split second, Nie Fei bent her knees, pushed off the ground, and dashed forward like a bolt of lightning.

Her crimson figure moved with extreme Speed, arriving right in front of Feng Yin in the blink of an eye.

Simultaneously, Feng Yin took advantage of the momentum and thrust out with a Forehead Level Stance.

In a flash, both unleashed their attacks upon each other.

CLANG!

The Willow Leaf Blade and the Dragon and Snake Sword collided abruptly.

Immediately after, their weapons clashed at high speeds. Silver Light flashed with every impact, the glinting blades blooming like silver flowers.

Slash, sweep, parry, slice, thrust, twist!

Within a few breaths, both sides swung their Sharp Blades at blinding speeds, attempting to break through the opponent’s defenses from every angle and direction.

They shifted Techniques in a split second to Block, sparking showers of metallic fire as the clashing sounds merged into an unrelenting roar.

CLANG CLANG CLANG CLANG CLANG...

The students of the Absolute Blade Hall were completely mesmerized.

For ordinary people, even those accomplished in saber and sword arts, a battle’s outcome was typically decided within seconds of exchanging blows. Even if both fighters were entirely in sync, trading a few strikes would be their absolute limit.

This was because an ordinary person’s reaction Speed simply couldn’t keep up with their own physical muscle memory. In other words, duels between ordinary people were more about a clash of "experience."

But Fierce-level Powerhouses were different.

Not only did they possess immense stamina, but their reaction Speed also evolved in sync with their physical attributes. This gave them the ability to use their consciousness to override bodily habits.

Thus, they could truly execute seamless, continuous strings of offensive and defensive Techniques!

When two Fierce-level Powerhouses of comparable physique clashed, unless one pulled off an unexpected move or used their ultimate Fixed Form skills, it was often very difficult to determine a winner.

This was exactly the situation Feng Yin and Nie Fei found themselves in.

After exchanging blows for nearly ten seconds, both had exhausted their basic Techniques, yet neither could break through the other’s defensive perimeter!

In the next instant, the flurries of blades vanished.

The two simultaneously darted backward in perfect sync.

Nie Fei rapidly shifted her stance, dropping into a unique forward-leaning, diagonal blade posture. Without a word, she gathered her momentum, ready to strike.

The pressure emanating from his opponent was astonishing. Refusing to be arrogant, Feng Yin immediately activated his Dragon Transformation.

THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP!

Amidst a rapid heartbeat that pounded like a war drum, the skin under Feng Yin’s Armor flushed a dull red. Countless subcutaneous nerves bulged, snaking across his body like intertwined tree roots.

Feeling the power surging through his body, a wild smile involuntarily crept onto Feng Yin’s face beneath his visor.

The intense battle with Nie Fei brought him an exhilarating thrill far surpassing the joy he felt while taking on dozens of opponents single-handedly.

Madness glimmered in his eyes. He stared at Nie Fei and slowly assumed the stance of the Hidden Blade.

Under Nie Fei’s visor, an eerie, dark red glow also leaked from her pupils. Her pale, exquisitely androgynous face similarly mapped out a cluster of bulging, root-like blood vessels and nerves.

Absolute Blade Form: Mad Meridian!

She had impressively activated her own special State Type Fixed Form, spiking her strength and reaction Speed to an entirely new level.

In the following second, the crimson figure exploded forward, instantaneously devouring the ten-meter gap between them.

At point-blank range, Nie Fei’s movements were blindingly fast. The Blade of her diagonally raised Willow Leaf Blade arrived in a flash, aiming straight for Feng Yin’s neck.

Absolute Blade: Vertical Kill!

Feng Yin grit his teeth in a ferocious smile. Pushing off the ground, he twisted his waist and synchronized his arm and wrist. The Dragon and Snake Sword slashed outward in a fraction of a second, twisting aggressively to intercept Nie Fei’s Blade.

Azure Dragon Secret Sword - Cyan Dragon Shocking Horn!

CLANG!

The blade and sword collided instantaneously, producing a majestic eruption of power that crashed and rippled outward.

Both figures shuddered violently. Struck by the overwhelming upward slash of the Dragon and Snake Sword, the crimson figure was sent flying backward like a falling leaf.

Meanwhile, Feng Yin seamlessly flowed into the Forehead Level Stance in an instant. With rapid, thundering footsteps, he surged forward to deliver a high-speed killing blow.

Soaring Dragon Sky-Piercing!

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