"Shouldn't you introduce yourself before asking questions about others?" Chen Fei said, sweeping his gaze over the man with a cold tone.
"I have no na."
The refined-looking man stared at Chen Fei with penetrating eyes and said slowly, "But I am ranked third among the Ten Chiefs of the Tiger Leopard Hall. Everyone around calls Third Seat... Sir." A wisp of faint black energy, murky and impure, swirled absent-mindedly around his fingertips.
"Sir?"
Chen Fei's pupils contracted slightly as he glanced at the black energy on Third Seat's fingertips. A peculiar light flickered through his deep, glass-like eyes. He then spoke in a cold voice, "Perhaps you don't need to emphasize that last word in front of ... After all, careless words can bring disaster!" His eyes turned fierce in an instant.
"Xingyi Fist Eagle Form, Ripping Gold Claw!"
As if from nowhere, Chen Fei's body twisted into a bizarre stance. He was slightly hunched with one hand behind his back, his fingers trembling as they slowly curled together. Suddenly, an image flooded everyone's mind: the piercing cry of a majestic eagle tearing through the heavens.
His hand lashed out like a claw. It was as if an imposing eagle were hunting its prey, its talons capable of tearing through solid iron.
"You—"
BANG!
Feeling the piercing sharpness sweeping toward him, even soone like Third Seat—an esteed chief of the Tiger Leopard Hall and a twenty-eight-year-old at the Innate Early Stage—couldn't help but turn pale. His eyes quickly filled with horror.
At this point, the refined Third Seat could no longer remain still. He pinched his hands together, and a wisp of faint black energy visibly oozed from his fingertips, forming a thick, thumb-sized cloud that acted like a shield.
THUMP! With a muffled sound, Chen Fei's claw viciously tore into the thick black haze. Both the mist and the refined Third Seat shuddered violently.
PSST!
Dozens of thin wisps from the heavy black cloud, shredded by Chen Fei's claw, sprayed out as if they couldn't withstand the terrifying pressure, bursting in all directions.
"What is this..." Upon seeing this, the valiant, short-haired Shadow Immortal Dance couldn't help but reveal a look of surprise. The combat style Third Seat displayed was worlds apart from what she knew; it was completely unfamiliar.
More importantly, this combat style seed even stronger and more mysterious than that of Ancient Martial Artists… just like the legends described. Legends spoke of a Holy Land within their Martial Forest… the Three Supre Martial Arts Halls. Secluded from the world and rarely visited, it was a place free of mundane strife, inhabited only by great sages who followed the ancient path of the Qi Practitioners. The way they fought, it seed, was just like what she was witnessing now.
Could it be…
At this thought, even a woman as perceptive and composed as Shadow Immortal Dance was stunned. Her tempting lips parted slightly, her beautiful eyes wide with shock. This was the legendary path of the ancient Qi Practitioners. In the Martial Forest, countless illustrious elders and leading figures, venerable as Mount Tai and the Big Dipper, had sought to enter this path their entire lives. Yet they had all t dead ends, facing disappointnt and despair ti and again before fading into obscurity. It was a testant to the path's elusiveness.
And now, she was witnessing it with her own eyes… the path of those legendary ascendants from ancient tis. How could she not be shocked? How could she not be amazed?
However, unlike Shadow Immortal Dance's shock, Chen Fei wore a knowing expression. It seems I wasn't mistaken after all, he murmured to himself. I've finally found soone else like in this world... a kindred spirit. He had noticed it from the very beginning, the mont Third Seat's fingertips had revealed that faint black energy. This man was not an Ancient Martial Artist… but a Cultivator.
"Since we're the sa kind, let's see what you're made of. It would be a sha to miss such a rare opportunity."
Having said this, Chen Fei stopped using the Ancient Martial Arts of the Xingyi Fist. He suddenly raised his left index finger to his lips and bit it gently. A droplet of scarlet blood, filled with a spine-chilling Sword Qi, oozed out.
"Hah!"
He shouted, focusing his mind and activating the Three Yang Sword Canon Technique. As a mysterious incantation left his lips, the rich Sword Qi shrouding the droplet of blood began to spin. It spun faster and faster, growing sharper and radiating a trendous heat that made both Shadow Immortal Dance and Third Seat's expressions change drastically.
"This…" Shadow Immortal Dance covered her mouth, her pretty face dumbstruck. What Chen Fei was displaying was even more astounding and impactful than Third Seat's abilities. Most importantly… it seed purer. It was as if Third Seat, a Qi Practitioner in her eyes, was simply unranked in Chen Fei's view, on a completely different level. This…
"You're a Qi Practitioner as well!?"
If even the bystander Shadow Immortal Dance was so deeply shocked, one could only imagine how Third Seat felt, standing at the center of the storm. He had never imagined that Chen Fei would be a Qi Practitioner just like him… and one who was so incredibly powerful!
"Instead of asking questions, you'd be better off thinking about how to block my next move. Just a heads-up, I won't be holding back," Chen Fei said with a slow, cold laugh, his palm releasing astonishing heat and Sword Qi.
"The Three Yang Sword Manual" was one of the top Qi Refining techniques in that other world. Its mysteries and might were not sothing an ordinary person could easily imagine. So, although they were both at the Qi Refining Fourth Layer, on the sa level, he still didn't take his opponent seriously. Firstly, because he was confident. Secondly, because this sword technique truly earned him that confidence.
"You…"
Hearing this, Third Seat's expression involuntarily darkened. With his status, when had he ever suffered such contempt and humiliation? But in the next mont, his expression changed again. In his field of vision, the drop of blood essence from Chen Fei's index finger had transford into a bizarrely shaped, thumb-sized flaming sword. It not only released astonishing heat and Sword Qi, but it was also poised to attack. And the target it had locked onto was none other than himself!
"Go!"
Just as Third Seat's complexion altered and his scalp tingled, Chen Fei uttered a single word. With a slight flick of his hand, the bizarrely shaped flaming sword flickered and beca a crimson flash, too fast for the naked eye to follow, lashing out at the pale-faced Third Seat.
Seeing this, Third Seat's entire body went taut. With an exaggerated motion, he spat out a black cloud the size of a washbasin, which whooshed forward to intercept.
"Don't think I'm actually afraid of you…" After doing this, a twisted and grim smile finally appeared on his previously tense face.
But in the next mont, the smile froze.
THWACK! THWACK!
RUMBLE… RUMBLE…
The black cloud he had spewed out was no match for Chen Fei's flaming sword; it wasn't even an equal contest. With a "thwack," the flaming sword tore through the air and effortlessly shattered the black cloud, which dissipated in all directions.
Then, its montum unchecked, the flaming sword continued forward, stabbing onward like a reaper's scythe. Its target was the vital area of Third Seat's chest, causing his expression to change drastically. At this mont, he felt every hair on his body stand on end, a terrifying chill and an unprecedented tingling of his scalp seizing him. Gritting his teeth in resentnt, he pulled a crumpled piece of yellow paper from his clothes and threw it forward. Instantly, a golden light with bared fangs unfurled in the air, forming a massive maw.
The dazzling golden mouth flickered in midair and, in one bite, clamped down on the flaming sword Chen Fei had launched. It chewed viciously for a mont, completely crushing the sword.
"Hmph!"
An abnormal flush appeared on Chen Fei's face as he let out a stifled grunt. His eyes fixed on the dazzling golden marvel in the sky. Interesting. A Talisman? He hadn't expected his opponent to have sothing like this—a Talisman from the Cultivation World.
"Again."
But such an item alone was not enough to intimidate him. His gaze turned fierce as he flipped his palm over. Masses of roaring flas beca visible, churning violently. And within those flas lurked a hair-raising sharpness. Countless threads of Sword Qi, too fine for the naked eye to see, were infused within, their destructive force relentless and overwhelming. This caused Third Seat's expression, which had just begun to relax, to change abruptly once more.
He truly hadn't expected that the young man he thought was a talented prodigy among Ancient Martial Artists would suddenly transform before him into a true ancient Qi Practitioner, one so formidable that even he had to draw a sharp breath. How could he not be shocked and astonished? At this point, he was certain that he could not stay here any longer. Otherwise, he would very likely lose his life.
"We will et again. Next ti, you won't be so arrogant." Then, he transford into a black shadow and jumped straight out the window of the speeding train.
SMASH! The glass shattered, scattering everywhere.
Only a resentful and gloomy voice was left behind, echoing for a long ti.
His decisiveness even surprised Chen Fei a little.
"He ran? What a pity." Seeing his opponent so decisively leap from the train to escape, Chen Fei could only shake his head with a helpless laugh. Under the circumstances, he naturally couldn't give chase. It truly was a bit of a sha.
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