Chapter 14: Strong Kill

Name: Qin Feng

Genes: 10x (Advancement condition: over nine years of rooster comb, sunflower, moon heart grass, flame yang stone)

Talent: Heaven-Man Unity, Supernatural Sensitivity, Super Recovery Cultivation: Rank Seven

Body Refinement: Six Transformations

Although Qin Feng spoke boastfully, his personal information didn't change much.

After nearly a month of training, his cultivation had reached the peak of Rank Seven; after waiting a few more days, he was confident he could break through. His greatest progress was in body refinement, reaching the sixth transformation, even nearing its limit—this was the result of training with great medicinal herbs without regard for cost.

If he reached the seventh transformation, he truly wouldn't fear his opponent.

But now, Qin Feng appears arrogant, yet his heart is heavy to the extreme. Because the opponent's dormant qi mechanism is far stronger than the eighth-rank martial artist he previously wounded, much stronger—this is also why he immediately judged the opponent to be a ninth-rank martial artist.

Besides this, he also trained a fist technique: Explosive Fist!

Such progress can be called heaven-defying.

But ultimately, time is insufficient.

"Patriarch..." Qin Kai and the others, hearing the commotion, have already arrived.

Qin Feng glanced over and quickly said, "The enemy is too strong; you are no match for him. Protect your families, don't let me be distracted!"

Qin Kai's pupils contracted; he hastily waved his hand back and exclaimed excitedly, "Patriarch..."

"Get lost!" Without waiting for the other to continue speaking, Qin Feng impatiently shouted, then looked toward the opposite side and cupped his fists, saying, "If I die in battle, can you spare the people of the Qin manor?"

"A family must stay whole; without you, in the underworld they would lose their backbone!" The Ghost-faced Person said, then casually swung a sword.

Sword qi transformed into a crescent moon, howling as it came.

Cutting through the air, extremely sharp.

Clang…

Qin Feng drew his long sword, quickly shattered the sword qi, but was shaken and kept retreating, leaving footprints on the stone-paved ground.

Unable to match the enemy.

"At only fifteen years old you already possess Rank Seven strength, a peerless genius—too bad you will die today!" The Ghost-faced Person sighed, seeming to lament that such a genius was about to fall, then his figure flickered like a flowing light and appeared before him.

Where the sword rose, a sky-full of sword light enveloped Qin Feng.

Under the vast night sky.

Killing intent boiled.

Ding ding ding…

Qin Feng mobilized his true qi, flowing it onto the Flowing Cloud Sword, transforming it into substantive sword light to block; in an instant came a series of explosions.

He was repeatedly driven back, his body staggering.

His face showed a hint of despair; blocking was extremely difficult.

Pfft…

One dodge too slow, his shoulder was torn open, blood instantly staining his clothes, and Qin Feng let out a muffled groan.

"To block me this long truly shows peerless talent; I can't bear to kill you!" The Ghost-faced Person sighed again.

"Patriarch, I'll hold him off; you flee quickly!" Zhao Hu could no longer hold back, roared, leapt into the air, and his long sword, condensed with boundless true qi, slashed toward the opponent's back of the head.

Extremely ferocious.

He regarded death as home.

He erupted with all his strength.

"Ant!" The Ghost-faced Person thrust a sword, forcing Qin Feng back, then suddenly turned, sweeping his sword; sword qi split the air and struck Zhao Hu's long sword.

Crack…

This sword could not withstand the sword qi's sharpness; it shattered on the spot, and Zhao Hu was also cleaved away, landing far away and blasting a deep pit.

"Now is the time!" Qin Feng narrowed his eyes; the true qi in his dantian surged violently, like a roaring great river, or like a galaxy pouring down, thronging into his meridians.

He even felt as if his broad and tough meridians were about to burst.

The Flowing Cloud Sword trembled, seeming unable to bear the terrifying power, humming and vibrating.

"Come die!"

He stomped his foot, his body like flowing light, a sword slashing toward the Ghost-faced Person's neck; simultaneously a loud shout rang out, startling the night.

The sword was swift as a violent wind, fierce and overbearing.

"Not good!" Feeling Qin Feng's terrifying aura bursting forth, the Ghost-faced Person started in surprise, also realizing that the opponent had been feigning weakness earlier; now he erupted.

As he turned, a green light rippled across his sword, blocking the strike in the nick of time.

Boom…

The two swords clashed together; true qi scattered, tearing the ground with gashes, and also sparking a series of sparks.

The Ghost-faced Person shuddered and was actually blown away.

"Impossible!" He couldn't believe it.

In strength, he was actually outmatched.

How could a fifteen-year-old boy become this strong?

Whoosh whoosh whoosh…

Above his head, a vicious wind howled; he backhandedly slapped, forming four true qi palm prints that shattered the four incoming jars instantly, and quicklime fell down, enveloping the Ghost-faced Person.

"You actually used such despicable means!"

The Ghost-faced Person flew into a rage.

His inner true qi surged out, forming a barrier, about to rush out, but Qin Feng's attack had already arrived.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh…

Qin Feng's attack was simple: he emitted strands of qi condensed into substantive sword light, recklessly shooting them at the opponent.

Sword qi fell like rain, leaving the ghost-faced person in the white lime exhausted and unable to cope; for a moment he actually couldn't escape. At that moment, a steel wire net dropped from above.

Qin Feng narrowed his eyes, clenched his palm, and true qi surged again, making his attacks even denser; the fine sword qi truly fell like rain.

As urgent as fine rain, impervious to wind.

On the other side, the lime jars kept falling.

The ghost-faced person, after all a ninth-rank martial artist, sensed the danger above, leapt into the air, and with his sword tip bursting forth sharp light, tore the steel wire net.

"Get down!" Qin Feng wouldn't let him have his way, revealing a ruthless expression, he got a step ahead to the opponent's head, and with a sword strike sent the ghost-faced person crashing down.

The tattered steel wire net trapped the opponent.

Qin Feng also fell, closed his eyes, held his breath, and the Flowing Cloud Sword pierced through the net's mesh and stabbed toward the opponent's chest.

He intended to kill the opponent outright.

At this moment, the ghost-faced person was covered by the steel wire net, surrounded by white lime, essentially attacked from front and back, becoming a trapped beast. Yet Qin Feng ultimately underestimated the ninth-rank's strength; this person reached out a hand and actually grabbed the sword tip.

His palm was covered with a layer of true qi.

For a moment it was actually difficult to pull out.

Screech…

The ghost-faced person's long sword did not counterattack, but instead slashed at the steel wire net, tearing a gap in it.

Qin Feng's expression changed.

He sensed it with perfect clarity.

But at this moment the sword was restrained; even if he shook off the opposing palm, the ghost-faced person might still escape. In the flash of a thought, he suddenly released the sword hilt and rushed forward.

"Exploding Fist!"

True qi flowed, Qin Feng's arm seemed to swell by a circle, especially his fist, which was covered with a thick layer of substantive true qi.

At the same time, his heart beat like a war drum, blood rushed swiftly, and his physical strength surged out, letting this punch's power reach the limit of what he could currently unleash.

Boom…

The fist wind exploded, like thunder roaring.

The ghost-faced person never expected Qin Feng to respond this way; wanting to block was already too late, so he could only condense true qi at his chest to resist head-on.

With a blast, the ghost-faced person was blown away, his protective gang qi shattered, and the sound of bones breaking came from within.

The mask on his face was also blown off by a spray of blood.

"Die!" Qin Feng, seizing the advantage, charged forward despite the steel wire net, swinging his fists repeatedly, striking the ghost-faced person's body in a succession of eighteen blows.

He literally hammered the ghost-faced person into two pieces.

PS: Happy June First.

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