"You don't even dare to draw your sword. It seems the rumors about you conquering the Evil God Sword were false," Song Yuheng's father said with a contemptuous sneer, his gaze dripping with mockery as he watched Chu Feng hesitate to accept his son's challenge.
"For you to ask me to draw the Evil God Sword — your son isn't qualified for that," Chu Feng replied. As he spoke, he reached out toward the distance and plucked a branch from a tree, then pointed it at Song Yuheng, who was wielding a half-complete Emperor Armament. "To deal with you, this will be more than enough."
"You've got to be joking." Song Yuheng's face turned green at the sight of the twig in Chu Feng's hand. It was dried out and brittle — forget standing up to a half-complete Emperor Armament, even a gentle flick against the ground would shatter it to pieces. And Chu Feng actually intended to use that thing against his weapon?
Humiliation. This was outright, naked humiliation. Chu Feng clearly didn't take Song Yuheng seriously at all.
"You don't need to wound me. As long as you can cut through this branch, I'll count it as your victory," Chu Feng said.
"As you wish." Song Yuheng's sword flashed, and a streak of cold light shot forward, aimed straight at Chu Feng's throat.
Swish swish swish— But as the blade drew close, it split into dozens of cold streaks of light — like ten thousand swords bearing down from the front with nowhere to hide.
"Now that's an exquisite sword technique. An attack with absolutely no blind spots. Can Chu Feng even block that?"
Among the onlookers were quite a few seasoned veterans. With their powerful cultivations, they could appreciate just how refined Song Yuheng's swordplay was.
Crack— Yet this so-called exquisite technique meant nothing to Chu Feng. He simply raised the branch in a leisurely motion and blocked in a single direction. In the next instant, all ten thousand sword-streaks vanished into nothing — shattered by Chu Feng with ease.
"Hmph." Despite having his technique broken, Song Yuheng let out a cold laugh, as though his scheme had just gone according to plan. The sword's edge twisted sharply, slashing straight toward the branch in Chu Feng's hand.
So that had been his plan all along. Since Chu Feng had said that cutting the branch would count as a win, he would simply sever it and humiliate Chu Feng right back.
"Hmm?" But in the next instant, Song Yuheng's expression changed dramatically, and a look of absolute shock filled his eyes.
The branch had stopped the sword — the two were already in contact. All he had to do was press the edge against the branch and it should have snapped effortlessly. After all, this was a half-complete Emperor Armament. Even if Chu Feng had used some special technique to harden the wood, there was no way it could withstand such a weapon.
And yet, the branch in Chu Feng's hand was completely unscathed.
Swish— Song Yuheng refused to believe it. He pulled the sword back and brought it crashing down in a fierce arc. A flash of cold light, and the blade struck the branch once more with a resonant clang.
"You've got to be kidding me." At that moment, not just Song Yuheng — even the spectators were stunned, their faces full of disbelief. Because even with Song Yuheng striking like that, the branch in Chu Feng's hand remained perfectly intact.
"My turn," Chu Feng said with a cold smile. He gave the branch a sudden shake, and a tremendous wave of force surged through it into the sword.
Clang— The force raced along the blade and slammed into Song Yuheng's palm. His grip went numb, and the sword flew from his hand, streaking away as a silver arc of light tens of thousands of meters into the distance before vanishing beyond the horizon.
"Wha—?!" Every person on the scene had their expression change, thoroughly shaken. They all knew that the half-complete Emperor Armament in Song Yuheng's hand hadn't been thrown voluntarily — it had been knocked away by the branch in Chu Feng's hand.
A branch had sent a half-complete Emperor Armament flying? This was absolutely unheard of!
"So you can't even hold your sword, and you dare call yourself a swordsman?" Chu Feng taunted.
"You're asking for death!" Song Yuheng's face flushed crimson with fury. His hands shifted through seals, and golden martial power surged forth, transforming into a raging beast. In his wrath, he unleashed an Earth Vein Restriction martial skill — a devastating attack aimed straight at Chu Feng.
Swish— In that instant, the sword in Chu Feng's hand transformed into a streak of flowing light and shot directly toward Song Yuheng. A wave of overwhelming, unstoppable force radiated outward — nothing could stand in its path. In the blink of an eye, it tore through the forbidden martial skill Song Yuheng had unleashed.
Clack clack clack clack—