Chapter 38: with translation of chapter title

Fan Mang shook his long sword, using the tip to block, but his body shuddered and his pupils shrank to pinpoints.

"Such condensed true qi!"

"Such formidable attack power!"

"How did he do that?"

Fan Mang was truly startled, also glancing at a middle-aged man standing not far away; his slightly uneasy heart relaxed, and he was about to rush over to do battle, but Qin Feng seemed to have anticipated it, driving him back with two consecutive finger-swords.

"Die!"

Qin Feng, aware of all directions, also unleashed all his strength, preparing to slay the White Dragon in the shortest time.

The Wind-Treading Step is elusive, and the Carefree Sword Canon is terrifying.

It also completely suppressed the White Dragon.

Pfft…

A sweep of the sword tip opened a gash on the opponent's shoulder.

"Fan Mang, come quickly!" the White Dragon exclaimed, then after an angry shout, it shut its mouth, its throat twitching; the next moment it opened wide and spat out a sword qi aimed at Qin Feng's throat as he charged.

"I was on guard against you!"

Having witnessed this killing move of Bai Yunrui, when facing the White Dragon he became wary, turned his head to dodge, and changed his sword technique to the Sudden Rain Three Swords.

The swords fell like rain, violent and unstoppable.

"Traceless as the wind!" The White Dragon's aura intensified slightly; its body shifted, seeming to turn into a gust of wind, leaving three afterimages, not only evading the killing strike but also retreating to a distance.

"Flash Step!" Qin Feng moved his feet and darted over, as if crossing space, suddenly closing in, "Inch Punch!"

At some point, his Flowing Cloud Sword had returned to its sheath; his fist shot out like a dragon, compressing the air into a sonic boom, the terrifying fist wind seeming to collapse space, leaving the White Dragon only able to block.

Yet he was blown away by a single punch.

The long sword fell, and his palm exploded.

His whole arm was nearly ruined.

He simply could not withstand Qin Feng's terrifying power.

"Flash Step!"

In a single step he caught up to the White Dragon flying backward.

"Don't kill me!" the White Dragon stared at Qin Feng's fist, eyes nearly bursting, utterly desperate, also pleading for mercy, but Qin Feng paid no heed.

One punch blew it up.

It died horribly on the spot.

Clang—

Sword qi struck from behind, sending Qin Feng flying.

His clothes tore open, and a bloodstain appeared on his back.

It was merely a bloodstain, which vanished in an instant.

"This…" Fan Mang's expression changed, and he couldn't help but regret.

Having just watched Qin Feng and the White Dragon battle, he had not gone all out, blocking Qin Feng's finger-swords while also hoping to gauge both combatants' abilities through this fight; who could have imagined the White Dragon would be so useless, getting blasted to death in an instant.

He was indeed worthy of being a quasi-grandmaster expert; he seized the opportunity immediately, striking down from the air with a sword, thinking that even if he couldn't behead Qin Feng, he could at least inflict heavy injury.

But the result…

"You're a monster!" Fan Mang's defenses broke.

"One strike of mine left only a bloodstain? And it vanished in an instant?"

"How can we fight now? Not only did he notice, but many others saw it as well."

"How can your physique be this strong?" Fan Mang shouted.

"I am Qin, possessing a supreme constitution; being this strong is only natural!" Qin Feng said ambiguously, then suddenly lunged at his opponent. If we kill, we kill them all.

Fan Mang's courage faltered, and he involuntarily retreated.

Qin Feng paused, looking to the left where a middle-aged man stood alone, carrying a long sword, his aura inconspicuous, his presence not strong.

But now this man seemed to have turned into a peerlessly sharp longsword, cleaving the vast expanse, ruling the earth, and also locking onto him.

A rich aura emanated, causing every onlooker's heart to sink, involuntarily rising from deep within a feeling of invincible dread.

"This is the aura of a grandmaster!" someone exclaimed.

"Grandmaster?" many looked at the middle-aged man, all showing shock.

Even at the peak of the ninth rank, one remains within the mundane realm.

A quasi-grandmaster is fearsome, but strictly speaking, still belongs to the ninth rank.

But a true grandmaster is different—possessing genuine power that transcends the mundane, exalted above, one can oppose an army and hold a city.

"To deal with me, this little brat, you Fan clan actually dispatched a grandmaster—really?" Qin Feng also looked over, helplessly saying, "How should I address you?"

"If it weren't necessary, everyone who came today would have been slaughtered by you!" The Grandmaster Fan did not answer, instead stepping forward, each step raising his momentum.

The terrifying aura made Qin Feng feel heavy-hearted.

"I never expected that in a small place like Wan'an City there would appear someone as astonishingly talented as you; even looking across the entire Great Qin Dynasty, in terms of monstrosity, I doubt anyone could compare." Grandmaster Fan's voice was low but clearly reached everyone's ears: "I thought the double-pupiled Xiang Ding would be unrivaled of his age, destined to command the winds and clouds, yet who could have imagined that meeting you would leave him so lacking."

"You're about to kill me, yet you still hoist me up—pointless!" Qin Feng shook his head, then asked, "The difference between a quasi-grandmaster and a grandmaster is merely opening the apertures; why are you so strong? It makes me feel invincible dread, and also a terrifying oppression."

"A single aperture's difference, yet it's heaven and earth." Grandmaster Fan continued forward, each step accumulating power, obviously treating Qin Feng as a major foe: "This is a fundamental elevation, a qualitative transformation, opening the inner apertures and reflecting heaven and earth, allowing the power of intent to be fully exerted, more in tune with heaven and earth, forming a suppression like heavenly might."

Clang!

He drew his long sword, tracing an arc into his hand, took a step, and as if shrinking the earth to an inch, crossed over ten meters to stand before Qin Feng.

"Sword Mountain!"

Grandmaster Fan's sword fell, as if an inverted mountain hung in the air, causing Qin Feng's body to sink, and his own sword was drawn to block.

This is a technique from the Carefree Sword Canon.

Sword qi collided, scattering in all directions.

But Qin Feng was suppressed.

The heavy pressure made him feel as if he had sunk into a mire.

"Sword Rain!"

Master Fan unleashed another sword; in an instant sword qi filled the air, as the sword descended sword qi instantly turned into a torrential downpour, dense and endless.

"Spring Wind Transforming Rain Sword!" Qin Feng's pupils contracted, he unfolded his sword technique to defend, but this defensive sword technique could not withstand the opponent's offense at all.

In the blink of an eye, his clothes were torn in several places.

Sword marks appeared on his skin, blood flowing profusely.

"This won't do!" Qin Feng narrowed his eyes, thoughts racing, "Although my dantian space is ten times that of a ninth-rank martial artist, my true qi is abundant and high quality, yet compared to a true master, I have no advantage whatsoever, and moreover I am suppressed by the opponent's Dao resonance."

The opponent's sword qi contains the power of artistic conception, which easily tore his skin and even seeped into his body.

"Carefree Wind-Riding Step!"

"Carefree Sword Technique!"

Qin Feng thought, his momentum surged, he launched an incredibly powerful counterattack, for a moment blocking the opponent's offense. Seizing the opportunity, he stomped the ground, blasting a deep pit, and shot toward the opponent.

"Flash Step!"

"Inch Punch!"

He intended to engage in close-quarters combat.

(End of Chapter)