Chapter 115: Slashing the Blood Demon with a Sword

"One Sword Piercing the Heavens!"

Before Lin Feng’s words had even fallen, the Kunwu Sword erupted with a chilling, resonant wail. The surging spiritual energy in his dantian burst forth like a raging flood, flowing through his meridians and converging like countless rivers into the Kunwu Sword.

The cold light shimmered like the moon as Lin Feng swiftly unleashed a sword strike!

This stroke seemed to pierce through the final remnants of dawn’s darkness with a silvery radiance, stirring the clouds on the horizon with a vast, piercing sharpness.

The wind howled as the silver light followed the direction of Lin Feng’s blade, slashing diagonally through the air!

The dagger was mere millimeters from piercing Hu Lichun’s side when the man in the black robe suddenly sensed a terrifyingly sharp spiritual energy rapidly closing in beside him.

Not daring to be reckless, he sprang off his toes, his figure flickering as he threw Hu Lichun aside, narrowly evading the sword’s aura!

“Swish—”

“Boom—”

The sword aura Lin Feng unleashed surged forward like a bamboo break, cleaving through gods and demons alike.

At the center of the arena, a sword scar nearly a dozen centimeters deep and over twenty meters long stretched from Lin Feng’s feet all the way to the platform.

Most astonishing of all, the platform, forged entirely from tungsten steel alloy, could not withstand Lin Feng’s sword aura; it was cleaved cleanly in two, collapsing utterly.

Dust billowed as the deafening roar echoed.

In stark contrast to the noise, every person in the venue stood agape, jaws dropped, stunned that a single sword stroke could sever the entire platform from a distance of more than twenty meters.

Is this even human?

Not even martial arts novels dare to depict such a feat!

No one was more shocked than Wang Kaishen. He had assumed Lin Feng’s approach was a death sentence, but who could have imagined he'd split the entire platform with one sword!

Damn it, this is cheating! You must be hacking!

Recalling his recent attitude toward Lin Feng—especially that he had seized Lin Feng’s woman and even given him the middle finger—Wang Kaishen’s face turned green, his body stiffened. He pushed Yuan Linlin away from him and hastily fled.

"Kaishen! Kaishen!"

Yuan Linlin watched Wang Kaishen’s retreating back, a wave of sorrow washing over her heart.

In this moment, she finally understood why her father had insisted on matching her with Lin Feng—he was the true unparalleled hero!

But she had missed her chance with Lin Feng, instead choosing Wang Kaishen, who was all show and no substance, a true coward!

She had even entrusted him with her cherished purity for years!

Thinking of this, Yuan Linlin sank into despair, her eyes dim, life seemingly void of meaning, whispering to herself:

"I deserved this! I truly deserved this!"

Li Ruoyun wiped her eyes, hardly able to believe that the figure standing below in the arena was Lin Feng!

The very same Lin Feng she had once mocked, discarded like refuse, and cruelly rejected?

My heavens!

If only I hadn’t broken up with him back then, what might have been...

A pang shot through Li Ruoyun’s heart. Despite possessing the most perfect boyfriend in the world, she had looked down on him, humiliated him in every way, and then left him!

On the high platform, Wang Lisha stared at Lin Feng’s sword that shattered the enemy in one stroke, nearly knocking her forehead on the railing in shock.

"He... he is... Lin Feng?"

"Lin Feng... the Lin Master?"

Wang Lisha’s heart trembled. Her lips quivered as her entire being shook.

Such a prodigy, and here I was boasting in his presence, claiming he was unworthy of Yating!

And that strange water dragon phenomenon at Hualong Villa District that day—most likely his handiwork as well.

What on earth have I done?

If there were a hole in the ground before her, Wang Lisha wished she could dive straight in—she was utterly mortified, completely humiliated!

...

On the platform,

Lin Feng leapt onto the shattered remains, lifting his sword tip to free Hu Lichun from the grasp of the bloodied hand.

Hu Lichun, closest to Lin Feng, watched everything clearly.

This young man drew his sword, scanning the surroundings. With each unsheathing, the soaring sword aura swept all before it, like a sword immortal incarnate!

Yet she had mocked and humiliated him not long ago.

Now, saved by him, a flood of emotions welled inside her, her face burning with shame.

"Lin Feng, I’m sorry. I didn’t know your true strength before; I only—"

"It’s nothing. I won’t hold it against you."

Lin Feng smiled faintly, exerting force in his palm to push her out of the arena.

Standing firm with sword in hand, his eyes gleamed coldly.

"Unexpected. A mere Five-Provinces Martial Arts Tournament still hosts talent like you. Seems I can no longer conceal my strength!"

The man in the black robe emerged from the dust, flinging a blood gourd at his waist onto the ground.

The gourd spun rapidly. With a flick of his sword finger, its stopper burst off, and a torrent of fresh blood gushed forth like a spring, coalescing midair into a blood lake ten meters in diameter!

"Blood Demon Susanoo!"

The man’s voice was low and thunderous as he waved his hand. Instantly, the blood lake swirled around him, enveloping his entire body.

Moreover, under his control, the blood lake writhed, transforming within seconds into a towering ten-meter-tall crimson giant.

Clad in armor, wielding a shield in one hand and a sword in the other, the giant struck with sword and shield in a fierce, majestic display.

Its imposing aura was overwhelming—like a war god descending to earth!

"What... is that..."

Even Hu Lichun, a seasoned expert at the Transformation Realm, was utterly astonished, uncertain how to respond.

All the more so was Lin Feng, standing beneath the giant.

The man in black looked down arrogantly at Lin Feng, laughing wildly.

"Hahaha! Kid, you forced my hand. Ten years in the making, unleashed all at once today! I will tear you to pieces, break your bones, and suck your blood!"

Roaring, the man thought, and the blood giant raised its great sword, striking down toward Lin Feng.

The sword’s momentum was fierce, wind howling and kicking up dust. Everyone held their breath.

Despite the looming blow, Lin Feng displayed no fear, his expression as calm as a still pond.

"Boom—"

The giant’s sword struck, shattering the platform further, sending dust swirling, blocking everyone’s view.

...

Suddenly, silence swept the arena—utterly still.

On the high platform, Liu Ke laughed uproariously, certain Lin Feng was dead.

"Hahaha! Lin Feng is dead! You crippled me, but today I avenge myself! Your family, your wife, your friends—I won’t spare a single one!"

"Hahaha! From today onward, I, Liu Ke, am the true underground king of the coastal Five Provinces!"

Before he could finish, a cold, clear sigh pierced the air.

"Chao Tian Que!"

A sword shadow shot from the swirling dust, piercing the heavens like a soaring cloud, then gracefully arcing, slicing straight at the blood giant!

"What?!"

The man in black raised his shield to block, but the sword shadow was razor-sharp, and the shield shattered instantly.

"Impossible! I cannot die! No—"

The black-robed man howled in rage, unwilling to succumb beneath the sword’s shadow.

Lin Feng’s sword hung in the air, cleaving through the blood demon effortlessly.

"What? The Blood Demon Mage is dead? Impossible! No way!"

Liu Ke’s scalp tingled as he watched the man fall beneath Lin Feng’s blade; he roared and tried to flee.

But Wang Jisheng would not let him escape. Clapping his hands, his men surrounded Liu Ke tightly.

Just as everyone exhaled, thinking the danger passed, the entire arena began to quake violently, thunderous sounds rumbling.

In a corner, a young man’s face broke into a sly smile. Removing his human mask, he laughed loudly:

"The mantis stalks the cicada unaware of the oriole behind. Lin Feng, you never expected this—you will die today by my hand, Long Yaoyang!"