Chapter 132 - The Silent Sword

A nearly thirty feet sword Qi, like a flood dragon, charged towards Yuan Fei.

Yuan Fei did not dodge, but instead, he used the Golden Body Technique to stoutly withstand this dazzling sword light.

Boom!

The sword Qi surged, carrying a force of tens of thousands, and chopped down on Yuan Fei.

In an instant, a roaring sound erupted, energy overflowed within a dozen feet around, and the wild wind stirred up.

The nearby disciples frantically retreated, fearing being swept into the terrifying storm.

“How terrifying!

This guy’s strength is almost comparable to the Chief Disciple!” some martial artists said with trembling voices.

From a distance, Wan Jianxing watched this sword strike, his eyes flickering with light, and battle intent rising in him.

When the light vanished, everyone could finally see the situation there.

The ground was split open, a terrifying rift stretched towards the distance, and in the center stood Yuan Fei, like a Golden Giant, standing proudly.

“He’s, he’s unharmed?”

The near disciples almost popped their eyes out: “Is he even human, to withstand such a hit and be fine!”

“Golden Body Technique is a low-level spiritual martial art, rumored to reach a very high realm and achieve perfect defense, ignoring all attacks!” a few high-level disciples whispered among the crowd, their glances towards Yuan Fei containing a hint of wariness.

If two people were to fight, and one of them ignored the attacks, it could already be considered an invincible position.

Fighting such a person would almost leave no chance of winning; at most, it would be a draw.

Yuan Fei, two zhang (approximately 7 meters) tall, seemed to be cast from gold, his whole body shimmering with light.

He looked at Lin Xuan and proudly said, “What other tricks do you have, just bring them on, you can’t break my defense!”

Lin Xuan’s eyes flickered, observing with his Purple Spirit Eyes.

He noticed that Yuan Fei’s body surface was hard as gold, truly an abnormal defense, but the inside was just like a normal person.

“It seems he hasn’t trained to a very high realm, or perhaps the Golden Body Technique itself cannot temper the insides.” Lin Xuan thought to himself.

Lin Xuan hesitated no longer; with a flash of his body, he charged towards Yuan Fei.

Under his sword, there was no such thing as absolute defense; everything could be split open!

Like Thunderbolt appearing suddenly or Gale rushing furiously, Lin Xuan’s speed was to the utmost, likely fast enough that even Spirit Sea Second Layer Heaven martial artists might not catch up to him.

With a few flashes, he arrived in front of Yuan Fei, his hand’s Red Flame Greatsword emitting a cold sword light.

Sword Intent surged, sword light danced.

Lin Xuan’s longsword moved like swift lightning, stabbing out rapidly.

Intense sword lights chopped towards Yuan Fei, each containing an attack that could easily shatter an early-stage Spirit Sea First Layer martial artist.

Clang!

Clang!

Clang!

Metallic sounds vibrated, the void buzzed, shaking everyone’s pale faces as they continuously retreated.

Yuan Fei combated the longsword bare-handed, each strike possessing the power to split mountains and rocks, and the two fought rapidly, leaving behind a sky full of afterimages.

“So fast!”

“So strong!”

The crowd was shocked, this fight had already surpassed ordinary Spirit Sea First Layer Heaven and could even be comparable to a warrior of Spirit Sea Second Layer Heaven.

“Yuan Fei is a genius from the Hidden Dragon List, but who is that guy, could he be a rising star’s genius?”

“It looks like he is the rumored Sword Intent genius from Xuantian Sect, Lin Xuan!”

“Sword Intent?

Has someone really comprehended it?

No wonder he’s so powerful!”

As the crowd discussed, Lin Xuan and the other quickly exchanged blows, nearly a hundred moves had already passed.

“Truly worthy of being the Chief Disciple, although I did not deliberately provoke Sword Intent, this kind of attack is not something ordinary people can withstand!” Lin Xuan marveled in his heart.

“But there are still flaws,” his lips curling up in a slight smile.

“Though your defense is strong, it can’t stop me!” Lin Xuan laughed out loud, his longsword’s light converged, and the sword body revealed itself.

“What’s happening, where is his sword Qi?” many people puzzled.

Only Wan Jianxing furrowed his brows, the sword light had not disappeared, instead, it condensed into a line, gathering at the edge of the blade.

“This Lin Xuan, such exquisite control!”

Thud!

Lin Xuan swung the Red Flame Greatsword directly smashing it down, as if a mountain peak was descending from the sky.

“Kaiyang Fist!”

Yuan Fei’s defense was not only robust, but his strength was also terrifying.

His fist seemed like a round sun, illuminating all directions, and striking towards Lin Xuan.

Clang!

Clang!

Sparks scattered everywhere like surging waves hitting the shore, deafening all who heard it.

With every strike, the ground trembled, the power making everyone’s heart pound.

“What?

Yuan Fei is retreating?”

Everyone widened their eyes, disbelieving.

If they had said that Lin Xuan defeated Yuan Fei with his supreme sword technique, they could have accepted it, but now Lin Xuan was directly competing with Yuan Fei in terms of strength and even coming out on top, which they found unbelievable.

“Impossible!”

Yuan Fei’s arms felt numb, a thousand waves stirred in his heart, his defense and strength were unrivaled among the younger generation, yet now he was being suppressed.

Moreover, the one suppressing him was a sword cultivator.

From afar, Wan Jianxing also wore a baffled expression, he did not see the expected sword intent, but witnessed a scene that surprised him.

Based on his experience, he noticed that each of Lin Xuan’s strikes landed precisely in the same spot, without any deviation; this abnormal attack was too much for even Yuan Fei to handle.

“Break!”

Yuan Fei was enraged, feeling provoked by Lin Xuan.

“Kaiyang Splitting Sky!”

He threw his fists, as though tearing the heavens and earth apart, his terrifying power nearly doubling.

Lin Xuan was knocked back, his body drifting like duckweed, floating backward.

“It looks like Yuan Fei is mad!” someone shouted, “I told you, no one can suppress Yuan Fei.”

“Lin Xuan might be in danger now, Yuan Fei has defeated the sword dao genius Wan Jianxing, he has a special counter to sword techniques.”

Indeed, ordinary sword cultivators, with all their skills focused on their sword, typically strike with fierce and deadly attacks.

However, against a defensively strong martial artist like Yuan Fei, sword cultivators often lose their advantage in attack, thus becoming defensive.

Would Lin Xuan follow in Wan Jianxing’s footsteps?

Everyone concentrated, waiting for the answer.

“Let’s end this!” Lin Xuan said solemnly, the previous fight had made him realize that, without using sword intent, his strength was equivalent to that of the chief disciple.

“Let’s try using sword intent!” His eyes deepened, his aura once again turned fierce, as if a supreme divine sword was unsheathed.

A trace of sword intent erupted forth, cold as ten-thousand-year-old ice, making everyone shiver.

“So cold!”

“What’s happening?

I can’t move my body!”

Many were terrified, the cold reaching their bones as if a towering sword hung above their heads.

“There it is, sword intent!” Wan Jianxing’s eyes sparkled, gripping his longsword tight at his waist.

There, his Seven Stars Sword quivered slightly as if beyond his control.

Yuan Fei’s expression grew extremely solemn; he sensed unprecedented danger and instinctively defended, his body flickering with golden light.

“Is this sword intent?

I am going to properly experience it!” Yuan Fei laughed loudly, shooting out like lightning.

He raised his hand, wielding his sword.

Although it was a simple action, it condensed all of Lin Xuan’s power.

At that moment, his spirit reached an unprecedented high, perfectly unified.

“Melt Wind Style!”

Green sword shadows flashed, disappearing as if merging into the wind, vanishing from sight.

There was no earth-shattering sound, no dazzling light; this Melt Wind Style infused with sword intent was entirely different from what he had used just now.

But its power was even stronger.

Yuan Fei’s pupils contracted sharply, suddenly plummeting, he activated his strongest defense, his body like a golden furnace.

At that moment, he felt a breath of death, causing his heart to tremble.

Silent and invisible, a sword light flew out from the wind, striking his body.

Puff!

The sword tip passed through, bright red blood splattered, shining like beads rolling in the air.

Near the Medicine Garden, everything was silent, everyone as if petrified, speechless for a long time.