Martial Arts Overlord-Chapter 656 - 654: "Stone Sword" Xiao Yun!

On Xiao Yun’s side of the street, a storm was brewing, while Luo Feng’s side remained perfectly calm.

The heavy atmosphere permeated the entire street; the feeling of an impending storm caused the nearby Martial Artists to involuntarily slow their breathing.

Xiao Yun frowned slightly. He had initially thought he could use his aura to overwhelm Luo Feng and embarrass him, but surprisingly, his opponent remained unmoved.

A cold gleam flashed in his eyes. A chill wind swept around Xiao Yun, and layers of icy frost formed on his right palm.

"Shattered Cold Palm!"

Xiao Yun’s right palm transformed into a beam of white light, carrying a torrential cold aura as it shot straight towards Luo Feng.

WHOOSH!

The icy wind intensified tenfold in an instant, forcing the nearby Martial Artists to instinctively squint, a horrified look on their faces.

"Such potent cold energy! This is the Sky Sword Pavilion’s Shattered Cold Palm, a Profound Level, mid-grade Martial Art!" someone exclaimed in surprise.

CRACKLE, CRACK...

The ground beneath Luo Feng’s feet began to form a layer of Mysterious Ice, and the air itself seemed to gradually solidify.

Sneering coldly, Luo Feng’s internal Yuan Qi surged. He stamped his foot forcefully, and a tangible shockwave spread out, causing the nearby cold palm energy to dissipate like snow under the scorching sun.

"Tyrant Flame Return Wind!"

With a deep shout, Luo Feng blasted a fist towards Xiao Yun.

In the void, a massive surge of fiery fist energy rolled out.

After his Cultivation had improved, the power of Luo Feng’s Eight Wildernesses Dominating Flame Fist had reached a new level. Now, when unleashed, its power erupted in continuous, searing blasts, making the nearby air seem to boil.

BOOM!

Two distinctly different forces met mid-air. Amidst the deafening roar, the sound of shattering ice crystals echoed repeatedly.

Xiao Yun was horrified. It was his first time encountering such a fierce fist technique; despite his Cultivation at the fourth stage of the Spiritual Rotation Realm, he had been put at a disadvantage.

"Get lost!"

Enveloped by a brilliant flame, Luo Feng’s momentum reached its peak as his fist landed on Xiao Yun’s right palm.

BANG!

A heatwave swept out, and the frost instantly shattered. Amid the sharp cracking sound, Xiao Yun stumbled backward, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. The sleeve on his right arm was torn to shreds.

HISS!

A collective gasp rippled through the street as the nearby Martial Artists stared at Luo Feng in shock.

"He actually gained the upper hand in a direct confrontation! Luo Feng is unbelievable."

"Xiao Yun is a fourth-stage Spiritual Rotation Realm Martial Artist; his Cultivation is definitely higher than Luo Feng’s. However, when it comes to the intent realm of Martial Arts, he is far inferior to Luo Feng."

"But Xiao Yun, also known as ’Stone Sword,’ is most famous for his Swordsmanship. He probably hasn’t used his full strength yet."

Seeing Xiao Yun forced back by Luo Feng’s punch, murmurs of astonishment rippled through the street.

Off to the left of the street stood an inn.

From a window seat on the second floor, a White-faced Saber Guest watched the scene below. He set down his wine cup, a slight smile playing on his lips. He actually managed to directly break Xiao Yun’s Shattered Cold Palm. It seems his Eight Wildernesses Dominating Flame Fist has likely reached perfection. This person... is indeed worth my attention.

"Senior Brother Xiao Yun!"

Yi Wuxue and Xie Xuantong, shocked to see Xiao Yun knocked back, rushed forward to support him.

"I’m fine!"

Xiao Yun forcefully pushed them away, his face flushed with anger as he glared icily at Luo Feng.

To be bested by a junior, one whose Cultivation is lower than my own... This is infuriating!

Luo Feng glanced calmly at Xiao Yun and said indifferently, "Disappear from my sight now, and I’ll let you off."

"Hahahaha... Let me off? I’m afraid you don’t have what it takes!"

Xiao Yun’s rage turned into laughter as he flicked his right hand.

CLANG!

With a soft ring, a gleaming, sharp sword appeared in Xiao Yun’s hand. Squinting at Luo Feng, he declared coldly, "You won’t be leaving here in one piece today!"

Xie Xuantong glanced at Luo Feng, a complex expression in his eyes, and tried to persuade Xiao Yun, "Senior Brother, let’s just drop this. There’s no need to escalate things."

Having watched Luo Feng rise from a nameless nobody to his current standing, Xie Xuantong found him increasingly unfathomable. He had a feeling Luo Feng’s true strength was far from simple.

"Xie Xuantong, are you even from our Chongyue School anymore? Acting so timid! This Luo Feng is so arrogant. If we don’t teach him a lesson today, what will become of Chongyue School’s prestige?"

Xiao Yun glared at Xie Xuantong and snorted coldly.

"But..."

Xie Xuantong frowned, about to say more, but Xiao Yun cut him off with a wave of his hand. "Stay out of this. I’ll deal with him myself."

As his words fell, Xiao Yun launched himself forward, streaking towards Luo Feng like a bolt of lightning.

"Slash!"

Mid-air, Xiao Yun gripped his sword with both hands, raising it high. A tan-colored Sword Gang soared upwards, then slashed fiercely towards Luo Feng.

SWISH! SWISH! SWISH!

The shrill sound of tearing air echoed as three Sword Gangs enveloped Luo Feng.

These three Sword Gangs, arranged in a triangular formation, bore down with the weight of a mountain. The surrounding airflow churned violently, threatening to tear space itself apart.

Ye Siyi’s Daimei creased slightly. Xiao Yun was executing the Sky Sword Pavilion’s Wind and Cloud Pan Mountain Swordsmanship. This Swordsmanship was characterized by its immense, heavy power. Unleashed with Xiao Yun’s Cultivation at the fourth stage of the Spiritual Rotation Realm, it carried a ferocious momentum, like mountains crumbling and the earth splitting. Even though she wasn’t directly targeted by the sword momentum, she felt a sense of oppressive weight.

Facing the three Sword Gangs, Luo Feng remained expressionless. His Yuan Qi surged, his aura suddenly intensifying as he threw three consecutive punches.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

The intense fist energies seemed to strike all at once, each hitting a weak point on one of the Sword Gangs.

CRACKLE!

With a sound like shattering jade, the Sword Gangs twisted for a moment, then abruptly broke apart, vanishing without a trace.

Xiao Yun’s face registered surprise, then he gritted his teeth. "Let’s see how many of my moves you can block! Thousand Mountains Dread Cloud Transformation!"

Xiao Yun’s figure blurred as he leaped into the air. With a flick of his sword, countless sharp sword gleams rained down from the sky.

"Ah! It’s the Sky Sword Pavilion’s Wind and Cloud Pan Mountain Swordsmanship!"

"That sword technique doesn’t distinguish between friend or foe! Nothing can survive under its onslaught! Run!"

"Run!"

Cries of alarm erupted. The Martial Artists nearby hastily retreated, while spectators in the buildings lining the street smashed through windows to escape, terrified of being caught in the wave of Sword Qi.

SWISH!

Luo Feng pushed his Teng Dragon’s Step to its limit. Ten Qi Dragons swirled around him as his figure, like an elusive fish, instantly appeared dozens of meters away.

「The next moment!」

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM...

Like summer thunderclaps, a series of massive explosions rocked the street, causing it to tremble violently. Each descending Sword Qi gouged a large crater in the ground. In moments, the hundred-meter radius area where Luo Feng had just stood was completely ravaged, the ground itself having sunk by at least half a meter!

BOOM!

Before the horrified eyes of the crowd, a three-story building on the right side of the street swayed and then collapsed with a deafening crash.

"The Martial Arts of the Golden Palace are indeed formidable," Luo Feng remarked, dusting off some rubble from his clothes. Even using his Teng Dragon’s Step at full power, he hadn’t completely escaped the range of the Sword Qi.

Xiao Yun stared at the unscathed Luo Feng, his expression grim. "You are qualified to make me use my full strength!"

As his words fell, Xiao Yun’s body exploded with a dazzling, earthy-yellow glow. This light grew stronger and stronger, eventually extending from his sword tip into the void for over a hundred feet. The sharp energy made the nearby Martial Artists shiver slightly.

"Soaring Cloud Pan Mountain!"

With a loud yell, an ethereal intent infused Xiao Yun’s sword momentum. The dazzling sword light transformed into the phantom of a mountain, pressing down with immense force.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM...

Layer upon layer, the illusory mountain phantom descended, heavy as a true mountain. The air before it was compressed, emitting deafening roars and rippling like water. The ground beneath began to crack inch by inch.

GULP!

A series of swallowing sounds could be heard on the street. Some Martial Artists with lower Cultivation levels were so terrified by this incredibly fearsome sword attack that they collapsed to the ground, wondering in despair who could possibly stop such a blow!

"Slash!"

At last, Luo Feng made his move. Holding his palm vertically like a blade, he channeled his Yuan Qi to its absolute limit and slashed through the air.

FWOOSH!

A thick Saber Qi surged skyward, twisting and contorting, weaving what seemed like a great web of lightning in the void. Its sharpness was unstoppable.

BOOM!

To the astonishment of the crowd, the Saber Qi fiercely struck the Sword Gang, instantly shattering the Thousand Mountains Intent within it and halting its advance completely.

"Impossible!"

Xiao Yun’s eyes widened in disbelief. His Wind and Cloud Pan Mountain Swordsmanship at full power should have been a threat even to a fourth-stage Spiritual Rotation Realm Martial Artist. He couldn’t comprehend how Luo Feng had blocked it.

A savage glint flashed in his eyes. Xiao Yun’s remaining Yuan Qi surged wildly as he prepared to go all out and utterly defeat Luo Feng.

At this critical juncture, Luo Feng’s gaze turned incredibly sharp as he attacked again.

"Golden Crow Fierce Sun Slash!"

FWOOSH!

A scorching aura swept through the entire street. Behind Luo Feng, a dazzling golden light coalesced into a radiant, brilliantly shining golden sun.

Empowered by the golden sun, Luo Feng’s momentum skyrocketed. He slashed his right palm through the air.

CRACK!

A blinding Saber Qi surged skyward, causing the tranquil air to boil violently. The Saber Qi then clove through the mountain-shaped Sword Qi.

PSCHT!

Protective Gang Energy shattered; blood spattered.

Xiao Yun’s Longsword flew from his grasp. Spitting blood, he was flung backward, crashing into the wall of a building. He slid to the ground like a broken sack, his condition unknown.

Across his chest was a saber gash over a foot long.

"Senior Brother!"

Yi Wuxue and Xie Xuantong sprinted over and helped Xiao Yun up. Sensing he was still breathing, they let out a sigh of relief, their eyes filled with terror as they looked at Luo Feng.

"Tell him this," Luo Feng said calmly. "I’m sparing his life today. If there’s a next time, the consequences won’t be so simple."

His placid tone made Yi Wuxue and Xie Xuantong involuntarily swallow.

Ye Siyi stared blankly at Luo Feng. Though she knew he was powerful, she was still profoundly shocked. Judging by that last saber strike, Luo Feng’s Golden Crow Great Annihilation Saber had improved even since last night. What terrifying comprehension!

Turning to Ye Siyi, Luo Feng said, "Ye Siyi, let’s go."

"Alright."

Ye Siyi snapped out of her shock, gave Luo Feng a deep look, and nodded slightly.

The two of them headed towards the city gate. The Martial Artists blocking the way automatically parted to let them pass.

Long after Luo Feng and Ye Siyi had disappeared, the street remained silent, the crowd still reeling from the shock of the battle.

"So strong!"

Finally, a young Martial Artist exclaimed in awe.

"Indeed! He challenged someone above his level and defeated Xiao Yun. Luo Feng truly deserves to be this year’s Martial Champion. His potential is on par with Ling Qingwu’s."

"The duel between Luo Feng and Yi Tian in two months is going to be spectacular..."

The crowd erupted into fervent discussion, excitedly dissecting the battle they had just witnessed.

「In an inn beside the street.」

A White-faced Saber Guest watched the departing figures of Luo Feng and Ye Siyi, his eyebrows raised slightly, a cold smile playing on the corners of his lips.