Chapter 88

The young man in white and the young man in green exchanged a glance, a hint of smugness flashing in their eyes. They did not engage Chen Feng in a direct confrontation but instead circled around, fighting him from a distance.

Chen Feng found it very difficult to attack them, as the two of them kept circling and never engaged him head-on.

Time ticked away, the deadline drawing ever closer, yet Chen Feng still could not shake them off.

Chen Feng then used the Rainfall and Blossom Sword Technique.

However, these two seemed to be very familiar with the Rainfall and Blossom Sword Technique, carefully avoiding the white blossoms each time.

The Rainfall and Blossom Sword Technique was useless against them!

Chen Feng could not attack them, and every time he tried to leave quickly, they would stick to him like annoying flies!

"Ha ha ha ha, it's no use!"

The young man in green laughed maniacally, "We have thoroughly investigated your background. You only have these two martial techniques. My junior brother and I will not engage you in a direct confrontation but will keep you entangled. You have no way to deal with us!"

"As long as we keep you entangled for another half an hour, you'll be late! Ha ha ha..."

The young man in white also shouted arrogantly, "It seems we can not only entangle you but even kill you! Humph, the famous Chen Feng is nothing more than this!"

"Is that so?"

Chen Feng gave a cold laugh, "Then try my Thunderbolt Sword!"

His movements, which had been extremely powerful and heavy, suddenly became incredibly swift as he used the Thunderbolt Sword, delivering hundreds of strikes in a single breath!

The young man in white's face changed dramatically, filled with shock.

He had not expected Chen Feng's transformation to be so rapid!

Just now, he was like a large hammer and axe, but now he was like a short sword and dagger!

He hurriedly raised his large sword to block in front of him, and a series of extremely dense clanging sounds, interspersed with two screams of pain, filled the air.

Instantly, dozens of holes appeared on the large sword, and several dozen bloodstains blossomed on the young man in white's body!

Soon, the two figures separated.

Chen Feng was unscathed, standing proudly with his sword. The large sword in the young man in white's hand had been pierced into a sieve, with countless holes, and his body was covered in dozens of wounds, blood streaming down, staining his white clothes, looking extremely pitiful.

Chen Feng also got a good look at his appearance.

He was a young man in his twenties, with a rough and sturdy appearance and a robust build.

The young man in white cried out in disbelief, "How is this possible? You actually know such a light and swift sword technique? It's impossible! When did you learn it?"

The young man in green was also filled with shock.

"Ha ha, do I have to tell you my trump card? Die!"

Chen Feng laughed loudly.

He used the Thunderbolt Sword, this time enveloping both the young man in green and the young man in white!

The Thunderbolt Sword Technique was something he had cultivated while hunting the golden-armored giant bull and had never used in front of the Qianyuan Sect members, so they naturally did not know his trump card.

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Broken Arrow Peak.

On the square outside the outer sect's grand hall, a crowd had already gathered.

All ten disciples, except for Chen Feng, were present.

There were also some elders.

The outer sect's sect leader, Zhuo Bufan, the grand elder, Su Zhaodong, and Chen Guyun were all there.

Han Yuer looked back at the mountain path, seeing it empty, with no sign of the person she had been eagerly awaiting, feeling very anxious.

"Father, why hasn't Chen Feng come yet? What happened to him?" Han Yuer asked anxiously.

Han Cong was also very anxious, but he did not show it, remaining calm, "Don't worry, he is very steady and knows the importance of the situation. He definitely won't be late."

Elder Sun sneered, "Is that so? So steady, yet he's so late? Doesn't that mean everyone here is more steady than him?"

Ran Changling laughed, "This waste, could he be too afraid to come?"

Qin Moling chimed in with a laugh, "Ran Shao is right."

"A mere waste, who only won a few matches by chance in the outer sect's competition! Especially in the match against you, Ran Shao, if you hadn't shown mercy and been attacked by his despicable sneak attack, how could he have won?"

"To us, who have always been geniuses, he is just an ant!"

Qin Moling twisted the facts, acting extremely shamelessly.

"The Bamboo Mountain competition is a life-and-death battle, with no mercy! Ha ha, this waste is definitely too afraid of revealing his true nature and being killed, so he doesn't dare to come!" Ran Changling laughed maniacally.

"You're lying!" Han Yuer's face turned red with anger.

"How are we lying?" Qin Moling chuckled, "Sister Han, I think you've been deceived by that waste! If he weren't afraid, how could he not be here now?"

Grand Elder Su Zhaodong's face was cold, "Sect Leader, this Chen Feng, at such a young age, is arrogant and disrespectful, disregarding the rules and the sect. To dare be late at such a crucial moment, he truly deserves to die!"

"I propose that we revoke Chen Feng's qualification to participate in the Bamboo Mountain competition!"

Zhuo Bufan's face also turned grim. They were about to set off, and Chen Feng still had not arrived.

He had originally been very optimistic about Chen Feng, but Chen Feng's actions now disappointed him greatly.

Chen Guyun angrily said, "Nonsense! The time hasn't come yet, how do you know Chen Feng won't come?"