Chapter 95

Yan Chengfeng slowly opened his eyes, and to his surprise, his eyes shone with a sharp light. The room was as clear as daylight, every detail visible.

A sudden flash of inspiration struck his mind, and he seemed to transform into a young man named Ning Yue, making a wish on an ancient artifact called the Divine Crystal. But in the next moment, he was back in the present, as if that instant had been nothing more than a dream.

Yan Chengfeng let out a bitter laugh, took nine deep breaths, and dispelled the agitation in his chest. His body remained still, and without any visible effort, he floated out of the window like a wisp of smoke, gliding over a dozen zhang in the air before finally descending.

Yan Chengfeng laughed aloud, lightly touched the ground with his foot, and soared into the air like a large bird. After a few leaps, he was already several miles away, his lightness and agility far surpassing the body techniques used by the White Elephant Dharma King when he descended the mountain the previous day.

In just a moment, Yan Chengfeng reached the foot of the mountain. He saw the unnamed town at the foot of the mountain, and even the 586 Qishe cavalrymen patrolling outside the town were as clear to him as the lines on his palm.

A Qishe cavalry captain, seeing Yan Chengfeng appear as if riding the clouds, felt no fear. He turned around, drew his large bow, and pulled an arrow from his quiver, nocking it and releasing it in a single breath. The arrow pierced the air, heading straight for Yan Chengfeng's brow.

The Yuan Emperor had only ordered them to guard the town and prevent anyone from disturbing Guo Kan's peace, but he did not forbid them from taking action. The captain, acting boldly, thought that if he could kill Yan Chengfeng with one arrow, the merit would be immense, and he might immediately be appointed to a high rank, governing a region.

The captain's archery skills were already at a divine level, and he had absolute confidence in them, not even considering a second shot.

The Qishe cavalry, the personal guards of the Great Khan, were always arrogant. With their captain taking action, several of the dozen cavalrymen under his command also reached for their quivers, some secretly regretting their slow reaction, missing the chance to claim the merit.

Yan Chengfeng had no mercy for these Yuan soldiers. He flicked his finger, and a force of energy shot out.

The无形无相的指劲 came and went like lightning. The arrow shot by the captain suddenly broke into a dozen pieces in mid-air, returning at a speed several times faster than when it was shot. Each piece of the arrow, now as hard as fine steel, pierced the brows of the dozen Yuan soldiers, instantly killing all of them.

Yan Chengfeng was already an unparalleled grandmaster. Although the Qishe cavalry were fierce, the idea that they could harm him was laughable. With this display of his skills, he had already sealed their fate.

Yan Chengfeng's movements suddenly doubled in speed. The dozens of Qishe cavalrymen who rushed to the scene could only see a white figure suddenly enter the town. Even the most skilled and fastest-acting Qishe commander, confident in his archery, could not catch this figure, let alone draw his bow and shoot.

The Qishe cavalry circled around, knowing they could not enter the town, and remained still, following orders to firmly blockade the town.

As soon as Yan Chengfeng entered the town, he saw Guo Kan, and at the same moment, Guo Kan saw him. They saw each other simultaneously, without a moment's difference.

Guo Kan laughed loudly and shouted, "Yan Chengfeng, you have indeed come. Today's battle will end with your death, and there will be no other outcome."

Yan Chengfeng's body seemed to be pulled by an invisible thread. Despite his full-speed charge, he suddenly changed direction, defying inertia, and gently floated upward.

He rose about one and a half zhang into the air, like a kite, and remained suspended.

This unparalleled lightness skill made even the Wolf Martial God Guo Kan exclaim, "What a fine Qingyu Chengfeng Technique, truly the best lightness skill in the world."

Yan Chengfeng then said calmly, "A mere trick, not worthy of the Wolf Martial God's praise. This duel is five years late. In these five years, I have made further progress. But the Wolf Martial God, being advanced in age, may have not only failed to improve but even regressed."

Even before the battle began, they had already engaged in a verbal exchange. Guo Kan displayed unparalleled confidence, while Yan Chengfeng pointed out that the best time for the duel had passed five years ago.

Guo Kan laughed wildly and shouted, "Even if I have not improved in these five years, I can still kill you. Your illusions may deceive others, but they cannot deceive me, who has traversed thousands of miles, razed a hundred cities, and honed my blade intent!"

The Wolf Martial God Guo Kan took a sudden step forward, and the pavilion where he had been sitting shattered into pieces. Every piece of wood and leather transformed into razor-sharp divine blades, covering a hundred paces in an instant, locking down the sky and earth, and forcing Yan Chengfeng to the peak of the blade intent.

Yan Chengfeng seemed unconcerned with Guo Kan's all-out attack, which left no room for retreat.

He let out a light shout, and boundless sword qi erupted. The sword qi condensed into a flawless sword circle around him, combining hardness and softness, yin and yang. Guo Kan's blade intent, which had transformed the pavilion into a thousand troops, was shattered and dissolved by the flawless sword circle.

The two supreme masters finally engaged in direct combat. With just one move, they pushed their momentum to the peak and displayed their martial arts to their fullest potential. No one who had speculated on the outcome of their battle would have thought that their first move would be an all-out effort, with no intention of probing.

Half a li outside the town, there was a high platform, twenty-four zhang tall.

At this moment, over a dozen people stood on the platform, led by a young man, no more than thirty years old. Even the White Elephant Dharma King stood behind him, showing great respect, indicating that this young man was of extraordinary status.

The young man spoke calmly, "Dharma King, what do you think of the Martial God's chances of victory?"

The White Elephant Dharma King replied without changing his expression, "He will surely win! From now on, Yan Chengfeng will no longer be a threat to our Yuan Empire."

The young man shook his head and suddenly smiled, "I am also a martial arts expert. Although I am not as skilled as the Dharma King, I can see that the Martial God is already using his full strength, but Yan Chengfeng is still responding calmly. Even if Yan Chengfeng cannot escape death, the Martial God will likely not leave this town alive."

The White Elephant Dharma King was slightly shaken but quickly regained his composure. The young man, after saying this, paid no more attention to the Dharma King and focused on the battle.

From the high platform, the entire town was in full view. To these experts, even though they were half a li away, everything was as clear as if it were right before their eyes.

The battle between the two supreme masters was a scene that any martial artist would dream of witnessing. Even the slightest change in their techniques could spark inspiration, advancing their martial arts. Therefore, no one wanted to miss any detail.

The high platform fell silent, with no one speaking, not even a breath heard.

After watching for a while, the White Elephant Dharma King's lips moved slightly, and he transmitted a message to a man in black, asking, "What does the Sect Leader think?"

This man in black was the Southern Sect Leader of the Devil Sect, with unfathomable martial arts skills, even the White Elephant Dharma King could not gauge his level. It was only when he arrived at the platform that he learned the young man had invited this person out of seclusion, and he wanted to test the Southern Sect Leader's insight to gauge the difference in their martial arts.

The Sect Leader let out a low laugh but did not transmit a message. He muttered to himself, "The Martial God's blade technique has transcended the boundary between heaven and man, and Yan Chengfeng's Ten Directions Illusion Technique can turn illusions into reality. This battle is already all-out, and the outcome will be decided within a hundred moves."