Chapter 68

Lin Beichen was not pleased at the time.

This...

This was not just a slap in the face.

It was outright humiliation.

"Shen Fei, is it?" He held his sword and sneered, "Kid, you really know how to put on a show. Whether you're worthy or not, words mean nothing. Prove your pride with your sword."

Shen Fei gave a cold laugh.

"Bro Fei, let me deal with this reckless guy."

Li Tao said directly.

Shen Fei smiled and said, "No need."

Today was the day he had prepared for countless days, the day he would shock Yunmeng City with his sudden appearance.

So he had to take action himself.

"Since you want to humiliate yourself, I'll oblige you."

Shen Fei slowly approached.

A strange pressure naturally spread out.

With each step he took, the small grains of sand at his feet would rise slightly as if they had lost their gravity.

"You can't do it, you're no match for him."

Lin Beichen suddenly spoke.

Lin Beichen replied without turning his head, "Heh, today I'll teach you a lesson—men can never say they can't do something. If you don't believe me, I'll prove it to you now."

With that, he took the initiative to attack.

Whoosh!

[Basic Sword Technique Close Combat Three-Strike Combo].

The sword flashed.

Lin Beichen and his sword became one, running with a speed like a wisp of smoke, his strength surpassing any previous record.

Thrust!

Break!

Strike!

The three strikes burst out instantly.

Shen Fei smiled faintly.

The Ta'e sword in his hand seemed to spread out like a peacock's tail, forming a dense wall of swords.

Flawless.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Lin Beichen's three strikes were instantly blocked.

A counterforce traveled up the sword hilt.

Its power was far more terrifying than Tao Wancheng's [Heaven-Cutting Finger].

Lin Beichen felt a tingling sensation in his arm.

But it was within his tolerance.

He calmed his breath and毫不犹豫地施展了【北斗临】.

One sword, six shadows!

"Hmm?"

Shen Fei was taken aback.

Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!

Five rapid metallic clashes sounded.

He blocked five of the sword shadows.

But Lin Beichen's sixth shadow instantly broke through his sword barrier and cut in.

"Heh, I underestimated you."

Shen Fei took a strange step, his figure moving like a wisp of smoke, evading the sword in an incredible manner.

"Ghost Steps of the Netherworld?"

Tao Wancheng's face showed surprise, "Has Bro Fei already mastered this two-star step technique?"

Li Tao also said with admiration, "Truly monstrous, worthy of Bro Fei."

In a flash.

Swords clashed.

Lin Beichen and Shen Fei's figures crossed.

Whoosh!

At the moment their figures crossed, Lin Beichen's technique had run its course, but Shen Fei's Ta'e sword still contained changes, like a flexible silver snake, striking from an impossible angle, the tip gleaming with cold light, ruthlessly aiming for Lin Beichen's ribs.

"Damn..."

Lin Beichen's senses went on high alert.

A strong intuition formed the optimal reaction in his mind.

Almost simultaneously, as the old force had run out, a strange warmth generated new strength in Lin Beichen's body, moving him three inches to the left in an incredible manner.

Shen Fei's sword missed.

But his reaction was quick, and the Ta'e sword changed from a thrust to a slash.

It happened in a split second.

Everything happened in a flash.

Except for Lin Beichen, no one else could fully capture the entire process with their eyes.

Smack!

The spine of the Ta'e sword struck Lin Beichen's ribs hard.

Bang!

Lin Beichen felt a jolt in his ribs, and he flew out six meters before landing in a sorry state.

Upon closer inspection, a long, sore sensation ran below his left breast.

But his bones and flesh were intact.

There was no bleeding.

It didn't hurt.

It even felt a bit refreshing.

Lin Beichen didn't hesitate and attacked again.

Still the three strikes plus [Beidou Lin].

Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!

Six metallic clashes.

Shen Fei's reaction was extremely quick, and the sword wall rose again, completely blocking the six sword shadows of [Beidou Lin].

He was also very surprised.

That slash just now, even a tree as thick as a bowl would have been cut in half.

So it should have broken this wastrel's ribs, making him fall to the ground and lose his fighting ability. How could this guy not only be unharmed but also not show any decrease in speed or strength?

While thinking, the seventh sword light shot towards him.

What?

Shen Fei was startled.

This time, it was one sword, seven shadows?

What kind of sword technique is this?

The previous one sword, six shadows was already impressive.

He didn't expect that this wastrel, on his first move, had hidden his true strength?

In the blink of an eye, Shen Fei used the [Ghost Steps of the Netherworld] to evade Lin Beichen's sudden attack, and at the same time, his sword light flashed like a sky full of stars, forming an arc net, raining down on Lin Beichen.

Meteor Sword Technique!

A fine one-star sword technique.

When Shen Fei used this sword technique, it had an unpredictable power.

The sword wind howled.

The sword shadows were dense.

Lin Beichen's eyes bulged as he continuously retreated, but he also continuously swung his sword, trying his best to block and resist.

A strange force boiled within his body.

A mysterious perception emerged in his mind.

This feeling was faintly familiar.

Lin Beichen had experienced it before when fighting Tao Wancheng.

But perhaps because Tao Wancheng's strength was insufficient, the pressure on Lin Beichen was not enough, so it only triggered this feeling without causing a true transformation.

But now, with Shen Fei's attack, the pressure had increased tenfold.

Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!

The swords continuously clashed.

Clusters of sparks flew in the air.

The Virtue Sword hummed, and a tidal wave of power continuously surged into Lin Beichen's body, shaking his muscles and bones.

A feeling similar to the experience of practicing [Formless Sword Bone] in the app continuously affected Lin Beichen.

At the same time, to block and evade Shen Fei's sword techniques, his mental power had to be pushed to the limit, capturing the trajectory of the sword and reacting.

A very strange feeling.

Lin Beichen felt something old in his body shattering, and something new growing, a sudden enlightenment.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Shen Fei's Meteor Sword Technique became more urgent.

The surprise on his face became more evident.

In the blink of an eye, they had already exchanged over twenty moves.

But he had not defeated Lin Beichen as quickly as he had hoped.

This wastrel was like a Weeble, every time it seemed he was about to be hit, especially after several slashes, which would have shattered the bones of a normal person and caused unbearable pain and injuries, he inexplicably persisted.

"Could this guy have been hiding his strength all along?"

Shen Fei found it increasingly unbelievable as he fought.