Chapter 1378: Victory or Defeat, the Time Has Come

Chapter 1378: Chapter 1375: Victory or Defeat, the Time Has Come

Inhale!

The entire square echoed with a clear sound of inhalation. Those young talents who previously thought Luo Feng was bound to lose were now all wearing expressions of amazement.

After one or two breaths of silence, the uproar erupted.

“Jia Kun actually retreated, did I see that right?”

“Looks like we underestimated Luo Feng. He is actually at the mid-stage of the True Yuan Realm Fifth Level, his cultivation only slightly lower than Jia Kun’s.”

“True Yuan Realm Fifth Level! I heard that during the New Dragon Rankings Conference, he was only at the True Yuan Realm Second Level. It’s only been two months, how is that possible!”

“I don’t believe it either, but the facts are right in front of us, we have to believe it.”

“So the Canglang Dynasty actually has such an expert!”

“Don’t worry, earlier Prince Jia was just too careless. If he gets serious, Luo Feng surely isn’t a match.”

“Indeed!”

Looking at the surging flame barrier, many couldn’t believe their eyes.

“So you are also at the True Yuan Realm Fifth Level! No wonder you have such confidence.”

On the martial stage, Jia Kun stared at Luo Feng, his eye twitched. Failing to defeat Luo Feng in one move left him in a foul mood. He coldly smiled and said, “Even if your cultivation is a notch lower than mine, or even if your realm is one level higher, defeating you would be as easy as flipping my hand.”

While speaking, Jia Kun’s robe swelled, and his folding fan in hand wreaked havoc with a gentle breeze while flames spewed, the air sizzling with sound.

“Take this move, Wind and Fire Qiankun!”

A cold shout rang out, Jia Kun’s folding fan became illusory, and then whirlwinds of wind and fire continuously appeared.

Wind rising fire momentum, in an instant, vast flames surged skyward, enveloping the entire martial stage, the blazing sharp flame whirlwind bombarding Luo Feng like a storm.

Luo Feng’s eyes lit up. From Jia Kun’s move, he sensed the intent realm of spring and summer transition. At that moment, he didn’t retreat or dodge, instead, feeling the swift and fierce fiery whirlwind, his Emperor Yan’s Sky-breaking Saber instantly unsheathed.

Hiss!

The saber edge unsheathed, a shot of fire flew out into the void. At that moment, everyone had an illusion that Luo Feng’s draw speed seemed very fast, yet seemed incredibly slow, ethereal and real, only the piercing coldness went straight to the heart.

The saber edge left his hand, swift as a shooting star, silent and quiet, a fire arc crossed and interlaced in the void. The flame whirlwind on the martial stage was wholly slashed apart, dissipating into pure Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi.

Swipe!

At that instant, the Emperor Yan’s Sky-breaking Saber returned just in time to Luo Feng’s hand.

“Impossible!”

Jia Kun’s spirit shook, he stared hard at Luo Feng, eyes bursting with endless anger. Gathering his folding fan, he clenched his right hand into a fist, an astonishing coldness permeated around him, soon his fist was covered with a layer of white frost.

“Shattering Ice Shocking Thunder!”

Boom!

Thunder roared, the martial stage shook fiercely. Jia Kun punched out, crystals of snow quickly condensed in the air, in the storm, instantly transformed into massive ice columns, winding and twisting towards Luo Feng, from afar it looked like a scene of icy lightning, domineering in momentum.

Crack…

Where the icy fists passed, the air coagulated, the ground covered with a layer of frost, even the young talents in the square felt piercing coldness, inhaling sharply.

“Such astonishing coldness, Jia Kun is getting serious!”

Someone exclaimed.

This is the Thousand Flame Hall, the Fire Yuan Qi is extremely rich, being able to release such astonishing coldness is quite amazing.

“Autumn and Winter Intent Realm!”

Luo Feng sensed the amazing coldness coming at him, his eyes slightly narrowed, and he swung his saber towards the incoming ice and snow lightning.

“Autumn Rain Soul Disconnecting!”

Deciding to hone his saber technique with his opponent’s move, Luo Feng didn’t use Grand Momentum, only the pure Four Symbols Ultimate Saber to confront.

Roar!

The sharpness arose, faint dragon roars echoed on the martial stage, a Dragon-Shaped Slash Energy composed of countless tiny saber gleams, swinging its head and tail, charged towards the icy thunder.

Boom!

Air exploded, two forces entangled fiercely in mid-air, the whole martial stage, snowflakes danced, terrifying impact surged out in circles.

The flame light curtain surrounding the stage seemed unable to withstand the terrifying impact, swelling and shrinking repeatedly, ready to burst at any moment.

“Blocked again!”

Seeing Luo Feng blocked Jia Kun’s determined strike once more, the faces of the young talents present grew solemn.

At this moment, no one dared to underestimate Luo Feng. The two moves Jia Kun used just now, most of them couldn’t withstand, while Luo Feng managed to block them unharmed.

On the stone platform, Chixiao stared at Luo Feng, slightly dazed.

He could see that since the duel began, Luo Feng’s saber technique intent had become increasingly pure, at this moment showing a faint sign of metamorphosis.

“Could he be using Jia Kun’s Four Line True Qi Jue to refine his saber technique? The Four Line True Qi Jue subtly contains the intent realm of seasonal transitions, coincidentally echoing his saber technique…”

The thought flashed by, Chixiao couldn’t help but take a deep breath, looking at Luo Feng with sharp eyes: “In terms of comprehension, he can be said to be a martial arts genius seen once in a century.”

In battle, a Martial Artist’s spirit can’t focus, under such circumstances, Luo Feng can still improve his saber technique cultivation through comprehending his opponent’s martial arts intent. Such comprehension is somewhat bizarre even to Chixiao.

Upon self-reflection, he too realized he couldn’t achieve that, unless it was those monster-like beings in the sacred places.

Beside him, Yue Haitang watched Luo Feng on the martial stage, not blinking, brows deeply furrowed.

Su Zhuyun noticed Yue Haitang’s expression, smiled and said: “Yue Haitang, with Luo Feng’s strength, achieving victory is easy. He hasn’t acted yet probably because he’s comprehending something, you don’t need to worry.”

Yue Haitang paused, slightly nodded, but said nothing.

As a disciple of the Twelve Golden Palaces, he naturally hoped for Luo Feng to win, to bring fame to their Canglang Dynasty.

But on the other hand, he didn’t want Luo Feng to win.

Because once he defeats Jia Kun, Luo Feng’s strength would be exposed, and concerning Chi Wei’s bestowal of marriage, no one would dare object.

Across, Chi Wei watched Luo Feng, hands tightly clasped, eyes carrying a faint luster, slightly lost in thought.

“Good! Very good! Luo Feng, I didn’t expect you could withstand eighty percent of my attack power.”

With a wave of the hand scattering the surrounding snow, Jia Kun’s eyes on Luo Feng were cold and ruthless, revealing immense confidence: “Next, I’ll go all out, you’d better prepare for serious injury.”

Luo Feng’s expression remained unchanged, “Less nonsense, go ahead and unleash everything.”

“Hope your mouth is still this tough later.”

Jia Kun sneered, shaking his body, the powerful True Yuan surged outward.

Immediately, the entire martial stage changed dramatically, around Jia Kun, fire clouds rolled, lightning flowed, amidst the fierce airflow, mixed with astonishing electric sparks and snow, this scene in the eyes of everyone seemed like the continuous evolution of seasons, with the vitality of spring, the enthusiasm of summer, the desolation of autumn, the ethereal nature of winter, merging and transforming ceaselessly, captivating everyone.

“Four Line Extinction Slash!”

Momentum peaked, Jia Kun’s gaze turned cold, his folding fan like a knife, slashing directly downward.

This strike is the strongest kill of the Four Line True Qi Jue, containing the intent realm of spring, summer, autumn, and winter—when executed, everything dies, wind, fire, thunder, snow transformed into a massive crescent-shaped slash energy, charging at Luo Feng violently, leaving a huge crack on the platform ground.

“Almost there…”

Feeling Jia Kun’s alternating seasonal intent realm, Luo Feng sensed the embryonic form of the fourth stance of the Four Symbols Ultimate Saber emerging in his heart, knowing the time was ripe, he gripped the Emperor Yan’s Sky-breaking Saber with both hands, with a roar, a gigantic wave of flames surged several feet high around him.