Chapter 2244 - 2242: Just Learned

Looking at Mo Qingshan’s gloomy face, Feng Wuchen couldn’t help but want to laugh.

With the help of the Yan Sheng Decree, the sword wounds on Feng Wuchen’s surface had already healed.

Even though he had been oppressed and restrained by Mo Qingshan all the way, Feng Wuchen was very calm at this moment.

"What? You think that recovering from your injuries can defeat me?" Mo Qingshan said dismissively, his eyes slightly narrowed, a cold gleam flashing.

"Yes, you’re correct," Feng Wuchen nodded slightly.

Feng Wuchen actually dared to answer.

The powerful figures from the Dragon God Palace and other major forces looked at each other in confusion, not understanding where Feng Wuchen’s confidence came from.

If it were other means, they believed Feng Wuchen could easily crush Mo Qingshan, but in swordsmanship, the facts were clear. Could Feng Wuchen possibly bring out a sword technique stronger than the Jing Hong Phantom Sword Technique?

Mo Qingshan was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter: "Haha! Feng Wuchen, you really disappoint me more and more. Now I feel that fighting you is a disgrace. Out of the thirty-six moves just now, you only blocked three, while the other thirty-three landed on you."

"Every sword stroke of mine you blocked clumsily, without adaptation, not understanding the essence of each. You have no Sword Intent. I really don’t know what qualification you think you have now."

The facts were clear, yet Feng Wuchen refused to admit it, pretending to be something he’s not.

"He really dares to say that? Have some shame! So many people are watching; do you think we’re blind? Just admit defeat and leave already; stop embarrassing yourself here!"

"Being able to witness the young master’s sword technique is a blessing you’ve cultivated for eight lifetimes, and you couldn’t even block one move, yet you dare say you can defeat the young master?"

"Aren’t you just afraid of losing? Afraid we’ll spread it and ruin your reputation? Just leave, we promise not to tell anyone, let you save some face, Master Feng, get lost."

The disciples of the Sun and Moon Temple started hurling insults disdainfully, as if each of them could easily crush Feng Wuchen at any time.

Mo Yufeng said disdainfully: "Famous as Master Feng in the Seven Divine Realms, it’s not such a big deal after all."

"Idiots!" Feng Wuchen glanced at the disciples of the Sun and Moon Temple and couldn’t help but curse.

"Feng Wuchen, why bother? You’re just humiliating yourself. Your refusal to admit losing to me is understandable; after all, you are the famous Master Feng of the Seven Divine Realms, right? Considering you’re an Honored Elder Delegate of the Divine Tower, I’ll give you a chance," Mo Qingshan arrogantly said, completely treating Feng Wuchen as a joke.

The people of the Sun and Moon Temple couldn’t help but sigh with emotion, praising their young master for his magnanimity.

To the people of the Dragon God Palace, Mo Qingshan’s words were extremely grating.

Not only did he take the spotlight, but he also belittled and insulted Feng Wuchen.

"Alright," Feng Wuchen smiled faintly, indifferent to Mo Qingshan’s belittling and insults.

Mo Qingshan shook his head and said, "Feng Wuchen, I really feel sorry for you. After today, there will be no more Master Feng in the Seven Divine Realms!"

Threat! A blatant threat!

Feng Wuchen looked extremely cold and said, "Sometimes when you give too much face, even a dog thinks it’s a lion."

"What did you say?" Mo Qingshan was furious, glaring at Feng Wuchen with eyes like a ferocious tiger.

Doesn’t Feng Wuchen see the reality? Still dare to speak disrespectfully on the verge of death.

"Mo Qingshan lost," Ye Jianying suddenly spoke.

"Lost?" Ling Xiaoxiao and others couldn’t help but look at Ye Jianying in shock, not understanding why he suddenly said that.

"Feng Wuchen wasn’t unable to block Mo Qingshan’s thirty-six moves just now, Mo Qingshan didn’t even notice," Ye Jianying shook his head slightly, not continuing.

What does it mean?

If it wasn’t that he couldn’t block them, why didn’t Feng Wuchen block them?

In front of so many people, doesn’t he feel embarrassed?

"What’s going on?" Feng Zhengxiong was very puzzled.

"Master, I don’t understand what you mean," Yang Meier looked at Ye Jianying in confusion.

Ye Jianying said calmly, "You’ll understand in a moment."

Everyone’s gaze fell on Feng Wuchen again; they all wanted to know how Feng Wuchen would defeat Mo Qingshan.

"Such a powerful sword technique, in your hands, is truly a waste," Feng Wuchen said coldly.

"You’re courting death!" Mo Qingshan roared, holding the Divine Sword as he shot out explosively.

Mo Qingshan would no longer hold back!

Swinging the sword from afar, the Divine Sword flew out of Mo Qingshan’s hand, carrying world-piercing might as it shot out, so fast that the sword’s shadow couldn’t be seen, majestic momentum surged to the sky.

This sword integrated the essence and profound meaning of the Jing Hong Phantom Sword Technique, domineering and fierce, giving a feeling of being unbeatable.

In front of this sword, all opponents must kneel!

"Shoo!"

Feng Wuchen coldly smiled, similarly swinging his sword from a distance, the Dragon God Sword flew out of his hand, mirroring Mo Qingshan’s same move.

"What?" Mo Qingshan’s face drastically changed, his eyes nearly popping out.

"As expected!" Ye Jianying’s face was once again filled with shock and disbelief.

"Am I seeing this right? Brother Feng’s sword move is the same as Mo Qingshan’s!" Liu Qingyang exclaimed with wide eyes.

"Could Long Er possibly..." Long Tian Chou stood in a daze, seemingly having thought of something terrifying.

"Too amazing! If I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes, I absolutely wouldn’t believe it," Mie Di said with a wry smile.

Even the people of the Sun and Moon Temple were stunned.

Indeed!

Feng Wuchen’s sword was identical to Mo Qingshan’s, yet not identical!

Feng Wuchen’s sword, its momentum terrifyingly powerful, from the soul intimidated everyone, the essence and profound meaning of the sword technique several times stronger than Mo Qingshan’s sword.

Mo Qingshan’s sword, domineering and fierce.

Feng Wuchen’s sword, swift and flexible.

"Ding!"

"Buzz buzz!"

In an instant, the two swords clashed, the sharp and piercing sound made eardrums hurt, the incomparably terrifying power of the sword beams swept out with a momentum like mountains and seas, turning imposing mountains into ashes and disappearing, the space trembled violently.

But it wasn’t over.

"Puff!"

At the moment of collision, Mo Qingshan’s expression changed drastically, followed by a mouthful of fresh blood spraying out, his Divine Sword was forcibly knocked away.

With identical sword moves, the power was worlds apart!

Mo Qingshan was powerless to withstand it!

"Impossible!" Mo Qingshan shouted in terror, the Dragon God Sword rapidly enlarging in his frightened pupils.

When the tip of the Dragon God Sword was only half an inch away from Mo Qingshan’s forehead, it suddenly stopped.

Because the Dragon God Sword was already in Feng Wuchen’s grasp.

Mo Qingshan looked dumbfounded at Feng Wuchen, who was smirking coldly in front of him.

Illusion?

Not an illusion! This is real!

The entire space fell silent, needles could be heard dropping.

Everyone’s faces were filled with shock and incredulity.

"How...how did you know the Jing Hong Phantom Sword Technique?" Mo Qingshan finally asked in terror after being stupefied for a long time.

"Just learned it," Feng Wuchen grinned, showing two rows of white teeth.

"Boom!"

As soon as Feng Wuchen said this, Mo Qingshan’s mind exploded into a blank.

A sword technique just learned, enough to defeat Mo Qingshan in one move? And even heavily injure him?

"You don’t believe it?" Feng Wuchen asked with a wicked smile.