Chapter 69 hurry up and finish the job

Seeing the sword light in Mu Feng’s hand that rivaled a Divine Weapon, a cheer erupted from the crowd, and all the young disciples’ eyes were filled with envy. Truly, as a standout among the younger generation of the Mu Family in Heishi City, his Sword Formation Technique was flawless. It probably wouldn’t be long before Mu Feng was promoted to a Sixth-tier Swordsman. It was unknown when they, themselves, would reach such strength.

Facing Mu Feng’s sword that rivaled Divine Weapons, Han Yan remained unflustered, holding her longsword vertically in front of her.

"How does she think that piece of junk can block Brother Feng’s Power Condensing Divine Sword? It’s like an ant trying to stop a chariot, completely overestimating herself," someone sneered with a mocking laugh.

"With that little strength, she’s lucky it’s just a family contest. Outside these walls, she wouldn’t even know how she died," the Great Elder said coldly.

"If it weren’t for the fact that this was a family contest and knowing that no one would dare kill her, do you think she’d dare challenge Mu Feng?" the Second Elder said disdainfully.

"She might not dare to kill him, but accidents happen. Who would blame us if she got a little hurt?" the Third Elder said with a sly smile.

"Yes indeed, no one to blame if injuries happen during a contest," the Great Elder hinted, giving Mu Feng a knowing look.

Mu Feng got the hint, a cold smile curling on his lips as he added more strength to his grip; the longsword’s light intensified, its might growing more formidable.

Originally, he only meant to toy with Han Yan a bit, letting everyone see clearly how insignificant she was, and giving Mu Rui’an no more excuses to not hand over the Vessel Cutting Marrow Cleansing Pill to him directly. But since this good-for-nothing was so defiant, he might as well cripple her completely and avoid further trouble.

With a clang of metal, their swords met and a sharp ring echoed.

"What’s going on?"

"How could this be?"

"Did I see that wrong?" a gasp went through the crowd.

In everyone’s mind, Mu Feng’s Power-Condensed Sword should have sliced through Han Yan’s longsword as easily as cutting tofu, and then critically wound her. But the final outcome was completely beyond their expectations.

Han Yan stood unharmed, her longsword showing not a single scratch, while Mu Feng, sword and all, was forcefully knocked back several meters.

Could it be that Han Yan’s longsword was a true Divine Weapon? How else could it have withstood Mu Feng’s Power-Condensed Sword? But that sword, compared to the one concentrated in Mu Feng’s hand, was dim and plain-looking—it couldn’t possibly be one of the legendary Divine Weapons.

Not just them, even Han Yan herself was surprised. Now at the realm of a Sixth-tier Swordsman, she was naturally capable of effortlessly performing the Power Condensation Technique. However, when she activated her Qi to condense power within her sword, she was astonished to find that while the sword’s surface showed no change, the power within was highly concentrated and compressed to the extreme.

The Qi was interiorly restrained, returning to simplicity; just in terms of the Power Condensation Technique alone, it was at least the standard of a Seventh-Order Swordsman. Remember, Han Yan’s true level was still at Sixth Rank.

Upon further reflection, she realized that this was the miraculous effect of meridian clearing and marrow washing; as the quality of her meridians, bones, and muscles transformed, her grasp and application of power fundamentally improved. Though she was only a Sixth-tier Swordsman, she had achieved the internal restraint of power typical to a Seventh-tier Swordsman.

"Fifth Rank Swordsmen are really just this weak, daring to give me three moves. Hurry up and make your move, two more to go and then I can finish up and have breakfast," understanding this, Han Yan had gained confidence and said disdainfully to Mu Feng, sneering coldly. Mu Feng really needed to be taught a lesson.