Chapter 505: Top Ten: Part Two

The flying claw tore through the air, its three short talons gleaming with a deep blue, icy light in the morning sun, like the eyes of three starving hawks, striking straight for Cheng Feng's face.

Cheng Feng's momentum did not falter; with a twist of his feet, he shifted his entire body half a foot in mid-air, the flying claw grazing past his ear, the wind it stirred cutting off several strands of hair at his temple.

As he landed, his hand already held a Tang Horizontal Blade similar to the one Cheng Feng had forged earlier.

The materials had been directly upgraded, making it an excellent weapon even against those in the True Qi Realm.

The River-Severing Blade Technique prioritizes momentum above all else; once a strike is launched, there is no turning back, only a continuous, relentless flow.

Cheng Feng's forward momentum did not stop; he held the Duanjiang Blade horizontally at his waist, blade edge facing forward, his whole body like an iron wall fitted with blades, crashing straight into the formation of the five men from the Cheng Wang Mansion.

The "Locking the Dragon" claw missed its mark; the user flicked their wrist sharply, the iron chain recoiling, attempting to lock Cheng Feng's shoulders and neck from behind. It was as if Cheng Feng had eyes in the back of his head; without turning, he backhanded his blade, striking the length of the chain.

Sparks flew, and the iron chain was knocked aside by half a foot, rebounding to the side with a harsh, buzzing sound.

The burly man wielding a thick-backed blade was the first to arrive. Seeing that Cheng Feng was alone, he roared, "Die!" and swung his blade diagonally downward from above, aiming straight for Cheng Feng's neck.

Cheng Feng did not dodge or evade; he raised his left arm, meeting the blade edge head-on with his forearm. With a "clang," the thick-backed blade struck his forearm as if hitting an iron pillar; the man's hand went numb, and the blade nearly slipped from his grasp.

In that split second of hesitation, Cheng Feng swung his right-hand Duanjiang Blade in a horizontal slash; the blade edge swept across the man's chest, blood burst forth, and the heavy leather armor was sliced open like paper.

The burly man screamed and flew backward, blood gushing from his chest upon landing, revealing stark white ribs.

"The first one." Cheng Feng's voice was as cold as ice.

He did not stop his feet, spinning and lunging forward, his blade momentum like a rushing great river, each strike heavier than the last. The man wielding short axes pounced from the flank, the axe blade aiming straight for Cheng Feng's waist and ribs.

Cheng Feng did not even look; he flipped his left hand, his five fingers like iron pincers, precisely gripping the axe blade and pulling downward, dragging the man into a forward stumble.

Catching a blade with one hand was executed with absolute clarity.

Cheng Feng followed through by driving his knee upward, slamming it into the opponent's lower abdomen, lifting the man off the ground, and then swung his right blade upward, hacking into the man's shoulder socket.

With a crisp "crack," the shoulder bone collapsed, the short axe flew from his hand, and the man fell unconscious before he even hit the ground.

"The second one."

Suojiao's face turned livid; he flicked his wrists repeatedly, and the three flying claws converged from three directions—one for the neck, one for the waist, and one specifically for the ankles.

Cheng Feng shifted his feet, moving in a serpentine pattern, his body flickering left and right, weaving through the gaps in the flying claws like a lingering shadow.

The three claws missed in succession, the last one barely grazing his pant leg and tearing away a piece of fabric, yet not even breaking the skin.

Cheng Feng lunged to within two steps of Suojiao, flipped the River-Severing Blade, and the blade light, like a bolt of silk, slashed horizontally at his waist.

Suojiao retreated in a hurry, holding the iron chain horizontally in front of him, barely blocking the blade edge.

With a "clang," sparks flew everywhere; Suojiao felt his arms go numb, his entire body was sent sliding back seven or eight steps, and the iron chain nearly slipped from his hands.

"You are too slow." Cheng Feng's voice came through the blade wind, and he was already pressed right in front of him again.

Suojiao tried to retreat further, only to find that he had been forced to the edge of the Battle Platform by Cheng Feng.

Ferocity flared in his eyes; he stopped retreating, wrapped the iron chain three times around his arms, and swung his fists like iron hammers, smashing back toward Cheng Feng's face.

Cheng Feng parried with his left arm, raised his right blade horizontally, and unleashed the third form of the River-Severing Blade Technique: "Wave-Severing."

The blade light swept upward in a half-moon arc, striking Suojiao's left shoulder; blood sprayed out. Although Suojiao's arm was not severed, it hung limp, and the iron chain clattered to the ground. Gritting his teeth, he refused to retreat, still trying to reach for Cheng Feng's throat with his right hand.

Cheng Feng leaned his upper body back, dodging this desperate counterattack, sank the hilt of his blade, and backhanded it into Suojiao's throat.

A fountain of blood sprayed, and immediately following, he kicked out, sending Suojiao flying off the platform.

A wave of gasps erupted from below the platform.

The remaining two Martial Artists from the Cheng Wang Mansion were already hopelessly entangled by Liu Yu and Huo Luan.

Cheng Feng turned around, dragging his blade back, the tip scraping a trail of sparks against the bluestone.

Seeing that even Suojiao had been defeated, the two men lost their spirit, and their movements became chaotic.

Suojiao was, after all, a Martial Artist at the True Qi Realm Initial Stage.

And he was killed just like that???

Liu Yu flicked his Narrow Saber, knocking one man's weapon away; Huo Luan seized the opportunity to deliver a heavy strike, hacking that man to the ground.

The other man hurriedly threw down his weapon, covered his head, and crouched down, his voice cracking: "I surrender! We surrender!"

The referee raised the incense to signal a stop; the outcome was decided.

Cheng Feng stood with his blade sheathed, the blood on the blade dripping down the fuller, pooling into a small red puddle by his feet.

His chest and back were splattered with blood, most of it belonging to others.

The purple-black bruise on his right arm, caused by the iron chain, was barely noticeable amidst the gore.

He looked around and saw that of the five men from the Cheng Wang Mansion, two were dead, two were severely injured, and only the one crouching and surrendering was still in one piece.

The scene was indeed somewhat bloody; blood splatters were everywhere on the Battle Platform, and the air was filled with a heavy, metallic scent of rust.

Huo Luan walked over and poked Cheng Feng's shoulder with his blade hilt: "Who did you learn this River-Severing Blade Technique from? Your strikes are even more ruthless than mine, and I came out of the Zhennan Army."

"Figured it out myself." Cheng Feng returned the blade to Liu Yu and shook the blood from his hands.

"This blade technique consumes too much stamina; after four forms, I'm nearly exhausted."

Liu Yu took the blade and examined it closely; the edge had chipped in three places, and the hilt was covered in sweat and blood. He looked up at Cheng Feng: "Don't use this fighting style next time. It's too reckless."

"I couldn't win without being reckless," Cheng Feng said in a low voice. "I'd like to make money in peace too,"

"but with this group of people, if you don't scare them, they will keep pestering you."

Wang Ji walked slowly onto the platform, not even glancing at the people from the Cheng Wang Mansion, and said only to Cheng Feng: "Let's go. If we stay any longer, everyone in the stands will remember your face."

Cheng Feng nodded and followed the others off the Battle Platform. Even after walking a long distance, he could still hear people in the stands behind him shouting his name at the top of their lungs, and others loudly discussing how that tough kid wielding the River-Severing Blade might just be the fiercest dark horse in this Martial Dao tournament.

On the high platform, the people from the Immortal Sect were no longer quiet. Several were whispering to each other, their gazes following Cheng Feng's retreating figure, remaining fixed for a long time.

Throughout the entire match, it was basically Cheng Feng's personal solo.

His speed was agile, swift, and his combat power was absolutely formidable.

He was only at the Organ Refining Late Stage, yet he directly killed a Martial Artist at the True Qi Realm Initial Stage.

Such methods are worthy of being called a heaven-gifted genius!!!