Chapter 272: A Sleeve Knife

Beacon Fire for the Feudal Lords

Whether due to his illustrious family background or exceptional talent, Tuoba Chunshun possessed an arrogance that made him believe the world revolved around him. Accustomed to fawning subservience, he still felt an uncontrollable unease as he watched the Southern scholar silently tie his hair, a never-before-felt surge of jealousy rising within him. Although Tuoba Chunshun had an extreme, tyrannical, and bloodthirsty personality, his mind was far from dull. Otherwise, even with a clear advantage, he wouldn't have kept Qincha'er patrolling the periphery, fearing this "slippery fish" might escape. Gnashing his teeth, he took two steps back, gently sheathing his saber and sword, and said coldly, "Duan Bo'er Huihui, you must make this boy draw his blade."

The brocade-robed demonic master knew that once Duan Bo'er Huihui, who excelled in close combat, exerted his full strength, there would be nothing left for him to do. He walked over to a colorful python pet, squatted down, took out a porcelain bottle containing several rare gu worms, and poured them all into the mouth of the giant python, which had been severely wounded. He turned to look at the saber-wielding youth, feeling a hatred for someone he hadn't felt in a long time. Moreover, this fellow was so young, like a decrepit old man in bed, resentful of vigorous young men. He naturally couldn't stand young martial arts geniuses who left everyone else in the dust. On this journey with his young master, under his intentional or unintentional guidance, several young experts with promising futures had been ruined. Besides those who died at Tuoba Chunshun's hands, some became food for the colorful python, and others had their limbs brutally torn apart by Duan Bo'er Huihui's overwhelming strength; none were spared. The fate of this young man, who had unfortunately become the target of their hunt today, would only be worse.

Since Duan Bo'er Huihui was renowned for his "dragon spine and bear shoulders," with hands, feet, knees, and shoulders all serving as lethal weapons, he no longer held back upon receiving his young master's command. This burly man already had a fierce appearance; once his ferocity was fully unleashed, experts would know that his murderous intent had reached the "four extremities shuddering" stage: his hair stood up in rage, and his fingers could cut through iron like mud. Duan Bo'er Huihui's blood circulation and internal energy flow surged to their peak, unleashing the overbearing aura of a Vajra realm master. His energy flowed into his sinews and throughout his limbs; each step he took caused the grassy ground to sink. His punches had no fixed routine. Xu Fengnian's mirage-like defense, constructed from the Grand Yellow Court, was like a bronze mirror being struck by a hammer; though it rose in layers like a tide, it was still shattered layer by layer. His arms were already cut by Tuoba Chunshun's saber and sword; under the force of the blocks, his long robe became stained with blood.

Duan Bo'er Huihui laughed savagely and roared, his punches moving in straight lines, brutally breaking through the young saber-wielder's clever defensive hand techniques, then lunging forward with a shoulder charge. Xu Fengnian pressed his hands against the shoulder, employing the technique of "four ounces deflects a thousand pounds," yet he couldn't completely redirect the immense force. One charged forward, the other slid backward, raising a cloud of dust. With every step Duan Bo'er Huihui took, the ground trembled. Looking at the impassive face inches away, he drove his shoulder into his elbow, his elbow into his hand, unleashing dragon-tiger strength that penetrated sinews and bones like an iron hook. A punch to the chest unleashed a torrent of internal energy; with a bang, the young man was sent flying by the punch. But his body didn't fly straight backward; instead, after his feet left the ground, he glided through the air in a wide arc before landing, his feet touching down like a dragonfly on water, with an indescribable grace and elegance.

However, Duan Bo'er Huihui, being skilled in combat and killing, would not give the young man a chance to catch his breath or regain his footing. Taking advantage of the momentary pause caused by the arc-discharged force, he accurately predicted the landing spot, rushing forward like a wild horse charging a trough. As he drew near, one foot sank into the muddy ground, his magnificent body twisted like a rope, taut as a full-drawn bowstring, and then a whip kick lashed out. This series of ferocious movements was completed in an instant. Since the young saber-wielder's energy could not float to the peak, he simply sank his energy to his dantian, down to the Yellow Springs. Without dodging or retreating, his feet plunged down and rooted themselves, and he forcefully withstood the kick with an incomplete "Shaking Kunlun" stance. In this clash, the internal energies of both sides crackled like firecrackers, and the sound was as mighty as thunder. Duan Bo'er Huihui's body spun in mid-air from the whip kick.

Tuoba Chunshun patiently watched, counting the number of flying swords. Aside from the first two, there should have been four more, appearing endlessly. He clicked his tongue and asked, "Hey, hey, hey, that's already six. Are you running out of tricks?"

Xu Fengnian calmly replied, "Seems like it."

Then, soon after, the seventh flying sword, "Morning Dew," appeared in the air.

Even a demonic overlord as resolute as Duan Bo'er Huihui felt the urge to curse out loud.

"Morning Dew," along with the previous six flying swords, formed a net of blue silk, like a vast heavenly net, enveloping Duan Bo'er Huihui and greatly limiting the demonic master's combat abilities.

Tuoba Chunshun sneered, "If you've got the guts, bring out another one."

No sooner had Xu Fengnian said, "This time, I really have none left," than he produced a brand-new flying sword, "Yellow Paulownia."

Duan Bo'er Huihui was finally utterly enraged.

The flying swords continuously gashed the demonic titan, but Xu Fengnian also took several hits from punches and kicks, each blow sending him flying like a broken kite.

As the eighth flying sword, "Peach Blossom," emerged, the bloodthirsty Duan Bo'er Huihui unleashed earth-shattering punches. Enduring numerous injuries, he tore through the net and charged, slamming a fist into the young man's chest.

The kite seemed to drift aimlessly.Yet, whether intentionally or not, he leveraged the force to rapidly float towards Tuoba Chunshun.

Duan Bo'er Huihui shouted, "Young master, look out!"

The brocade-robed old man steered a colorful python to ram into the side of the tenacious young saber-wielder.

Tuoba Chunshun swiftly gripped the hilt of his saber and sword, both on the same side.

Xu Fengnian's body, suspended in the air, rose several feet. He stepped onto the colorful python's head, and with a sudden pivot, unexpectedly chose not to assassinate Tuoba Chunshun, but instead turned towards the brocade-robed demonic master!

Heading north all the way.

The spring thunder finally erupted.

"I have a blade!"

An unparalleled, dazzling light streaked across the heavens and earth.Bluish-purple in hue.

Li Chungang has two sleeves; I have one.One sleeve, the Green Dragon.

The dazzling light swept past.The brocade-robed old man slowly lowered his head.His body was severed at the waist.