Martial Arts Overlord-Chapter 786 - 784: The Mysterious Swordsman!

"Shatter!"

As Luo Feng threw his punch, a vast amount of heaven and earth Yuan Qi merged into his right fist.

BOOM!

With the punch, the surrounding air was relentlessly pressured, causing violent turbulence. Luo Feng's right fist, like an enraged dragon bursting from the sea, collided with layers of golden sword light.

The very next moment, with a series of crisp sounds, the seemingly incomparably sharp golden sword light shattered completely. The violent shockwave that spread out caused the ground to split open into numerous wide fissures.

"An evenly matched contest! Luo Feng actually blocked Duan Lin's Mountain Cave Heaven Sword!"

"Judging from their earlier exchange, Luo Feng's cultivation has also reached the Sixth Level of the Spiritual Rotation Realm! No wonder he's confident enough to fight Duan Lin."

"Sixth Level of the Spiritual Rotation Realm? Is that for real? I heard that when Luo Feng fought Yi Tian, he had just broken through to the peak of the Fifth Level of the Spiritual Rotation Realm. Less than half a month has passed since then. How could he have broken through again? His cultivation speed is simply terrifying..."

"Perhaps he consumed some kind of Spirit Pill. I heard Luo Feng has deep ties with Yang Dingtian, the City Lord of Dayang City, and even some connection with an external faction, the North Sea Ice Palace."

"That's possible. However, breakthroughs achieved by consuming pills often result in an unstable foundation and insufficient reserves."

"It's just unclear how much of his strength Duan Lin has used. He's a mid-stage Spiritual Rotation Realm martial artist. If he got serious, Luo Feng would likely find it hard to resist."

Watching Luo Feng, the surrounding crowd was thoroughly shocked.

Duan Lin was ranked fifty-first on the New Dragon List. There weren't many in the Twelve Golden Palaces who could withstand one of his sword strikes. Yet, Luo Feng had managed to directly counter one of his moves and emerge completely unscathed.

Duan Lin didn't make another move. He looked at Luo Feng, his gaze somewhat gloomy. He hadn't expected to defeat Luo Feng with a single move; if he truly could, Luo Feng wouldn't even be worthy of him taking action. However, the outcome of a draw was unacceptable to him.

After all, he was ranked fifty-first on the New Dragon List, far stronger than Yi Tian. If he couldn't win within a few moves, it would be a significant blow to his reputation once word got out.

WHOOSH...

Taking a deep breath and then slowly exhaling, Duan Lin shot Luo Feng a chilling glance and said, "It seems your victory over Yi Tian wasn't just a rumor. However, I only used seventy percent of my strength just now."

Luo Feng remained calm and said indifferently, "Coincidentally, I didn't use my full strength either."

He wasn't lying; he had only used about fifty percent of his power in that last punch.

However, when others heard this, it sounded like blatant provocation, and it left the onlookers dumbstruck.

He actually held back against Duan Lin, ranked fifty-first on the New Dragon List and known as the 'Little Golden Sword'? What a joke! How arrogant can he be?!

Among the crowd, only Ling Qingwu and a few disciples from the Linglong Hall remained unfazed.

"Hehe, you only got lucky blocking one of my moves. Don't get too complacent!"

Duan Lin's eyes turned cold. He flicked his sword's edge and sneered, "Let's see how you block this one!"

Stepping forward, brilliant golden light erupted from his entire body. The golden light seemed tangible as it extended into the void.

"Jiuxiao Golden Sword!"

SHIING!

As Duan Lin slashed his sword, an immense golden radiance continuously evolved, appearing like mountains and swords. The intense golden light soared tens of feet high as it slashed towards Luo Feng through the air.

This sword strike was overwhelmingly domineering. Wherever the perilous sword-shaped peak passed, the air before it was crushed until it stagnated, then violently exploded, causing the air throughout the entire street to ripple violently like water.

"The Jiuxiao Golden Sword! Duan Lin has cultivated the Mountain Cave Heaven Sword to the Fifth Stage!"

The martial artists watching nearby all showed shocked expressions as the golden Sword Gang suddenly materialized.

The Mountain Cave Heaven Sword was extremely difficult to cultivate. Many disciples of the Sky Sword Pavilion could only cultivate this swordsmanship to the Third Stage. For Duan Lin to cultivate it to the Fifth Stage within a year of joining the Sky Sword Pavilion was truly formidable!

A worried expression appeared on Lanyu's face. She hadn't expected Ling Qingwu's prediction to come true—that Duan Lin's Mountain Cave Heaven Sword had indeed reached the Fifth Stage.

Even from such a distance, she could clearly feel the intense killing intent emanating from the Sword Gang, and she couldn't help but worry if Luo Feng could block this strike.

"Fall!"

Duan Lin pushed all his Yuan Qi to its absolute limit. The mountain-shaped phantom erupted with a brilliance as dazzling as the sun, blindingly brilliant. Wherever it passed, the street beneath began to crumble and shatter.

Facing this astonishingly powerful sword strike, Luo Feng remained expressionless. He shook his head slightly, and the Emperor Yan's Sky-breaking Saber appeared silently in his hand. Fiery light burst forth, and behind him, nine blazing suns materialized in the void.

"Fall!"

Spitting out the single word coldly, Luo Feng's eyes suddenly became incredibly sharp, like a brightly gleaming treasured sword, stinging the eyes of nearby martial artists. He slashed down with his saber.

ROAR!

With a flash of flame, the nine blazing suns merged, transforming into an immense and terrifying giant blade.

Surging white flames blazed upon the giant blade, roasting the nearby air until it emitted a series of crisp, crackling pops.

Nearby martial artists with insufficient cultivation felt their bodies burning, as if their clothes were about to ignite instantly. They hastily activated their Protective Gang Qi, their eyes revealing horrified expressions.

"What an incredibly domineering saber technique! This is the Golden Crow Great Annihilation Saber from the Dali Dynasty! Its power is even more astounding than the rumors suggested!"

"Too strong! Luo Feng doesn't seem like someone who just broke through to the Sixth Level of the Spiritual Rotation Realm at all."

"Who on earth will win..."

BOOM!

Under the gaze of thousands of pairs of eyes, the giant white flame blade viciously slashed down upon the golden Sword Qi, creating a heaven-shaking roar.

BUZZ!

As the air trembled slightly, the golden Sword Qi shattered and exploded. The nearby street was instantly shaved down by a layer. The saber light, though diminished by two-thirds, still possessed leftover force; it flashed through the void and struck the treasured sword in Duan Lin's hand.

CRACK!

The Sword Gang was broken, and cracks spread across the gleaming sword blade. Duan Lin's body was violently thrown back more than ten steps.

"Impossible!"

Unable to accept being defeated by Luo Feng in a single move, an inexplicable rage surged from the depths of Duan Lin's heart. His face flushed red to his ears. He roared, his Yuan Qi surged violently as he prepared to strike again.

The next moment!

Duan Lin's face turned crimson, and he opened his mouth and spat out an arrow of blood, his body swaying precariously.

The previous saber strike hadn't directly injured him, but the potent Yuan Qi that had surged into his body was now rampaging through his internal organs, leaving him unable to make another move.

Seeing this, the entire street fell into an eerie silence, devoid of any sound.

"Luo Feng won! And he won with just one slash!"

After a moment, a jianghu hero snapped out of his daze, gazing at the young saber man standing ramrod straight in the center, his expression filled with shock.

"He's too strong! He just broke through to the Sixth Level of the Spiritual Rotation Realm and was able to defeat Duan Lin!"

"Indeed! Challenging someone beyond one's level isn't terrifying. What's terrifying is when the one being challenged is also a genius. Duan Lin, ranked fifty-first on the New Dragon List, was utterly powerless to fight back before Luo Feng."

"For someone so young to possess such strength, his potential is truly boundless. It could be said that he is the foremost genius of the Flowing Cloud Region in the last decade. The only one comparable to him is Lu Xiao Yun, who is already among the Ten Great New Dragons."

The surrounding crowd of spectators discussed animatedly. Even those who had held high hopes for Luo Feng were filled with shock, never imagining Luo Feng would win so easily.

A flicker of brightness also appeared in Ling Qingwu's cool eyes.

She wasn't surprised at all by the outcome of this duel.

Luo Feng's unity of spirit and flesh had already reached perfection. He could withstand hundreds of moves even against her. She speculated that Luo Feng's strength was already sufficient to challenge young talents ranked around fortieth on the New Dragon List. Duan Lin was far from being a match.

After defeating Duan Lin, Luo Feng showed little pride on his face. He slowly exhaled, looked at Duan Lin, and said lightly, "It seems you were overestimating yourself."

Duan Lin's face darkened, the veins on his forehead throbbed violently, and the roiling Qi and blood within him nearly spiraled out of control again. He gritted his teeth and said, "If I weren't without my personal sword, you wouldn't have won so easily!"

"Is that so?"

Luo Feng shook his head and said calmly, "In my opinion, the result wouldn't change at all. Enough with the nonsense. Tell me, why were you following me?"

Hearing this, Duan Lin's brow twitched, but he merely snorted coldly and remained silent, his eyes exceptionally sinister as he glared at Luo Feng.

He, ranked fifty-first on the New Dragon List, had been defeated by someone newly promoted to the Golden Palace. He had been utterly disgraced today! he fumed internally, a burning desire to kill Luo Feng and be done with it consuming him. Hmph, be arrogant for a little longer. Your death knell will sound when that person arrives!

Seeing Duan Lin remain silent, Luo Feng's eyes flickered thoughtfully, and he suddenly asked, "Was it Xue Wu Qing?"

"How did you..."

Duan Lin's expression changed drastically. He looked up at Luo Feng in surprise but stopped abruptly mid-sentence. He then snorted coldly and said, "What are you talking about?"

Seeing the change in Duan Lin's expression, Luo Feng already understood what was going on.

It seems Duan Lin was the lookout Xue Wu Qing had arranged on the road. His repeated provocations were probably an attempt to stall for time, waiting for Xue Wu Qing to arrive.

Too bad for him, Xue Wu Qing is never going to appear.

"Since you're unwilling to speak, I won't ask. Let's continue," Luo Feng said lightly, walking step by step towards Duan Lin.

Feeling Luo Feng's icy gaze, Duan Lin's face sank. "I've lost. What more do you want?"

Luo Feng gave a grim smile. "This isn't a tournament match where we stop at the first touch. You just said you wanted to beat me so badly I wouldn't be able to get out of bed for three months. Naturally, I must give you a taste of your own medicine."

Duan Lin looked startled. He glared at Luo Feng and said, his voice fierce but trembling inwardly, "You... you dare!"

"What wouldn't I dare?"

Luo Feng smirked, a severe glint flashed in his eyes. A crimson energy current rose from his right fist. This current was intensely hot, like a vortex of fire, causing the surrounding air to sizzle and hiss. He then threw the punch.

BOOM!

Like a clap of thunder, a torrent of crimson energy howled forth, bearing down on Duan Lin.

"AH!"

Feeling the scorching heatwave rushing towards him, Duan Lin screamed in horror, his face turned deathly pale.

He hadn't expected Luo Feng to act even more ruthlessly than he did, attacking without a moment's hesitation, leaving no room for discussion whatsoever. If this punch truly lands, I'll undoubtedly be bedridden for months!

WHOOSH!

In the nick of time, a figure suddenly appeared in front of Duan Lin.

BAM!

The figure stood before Duan Lin and casually waved his right palm. The incomparably ferocious fist energy, like spring snow meeting the scorching sun, silently dissipated into nothing.

"It's him!"

Luo Feng's pupils contracted as he looked at the young swordsman blocking Duan Lin.

The youth appeared to be seventeen or eighteen years old. His figure was tall and slender, dressed in martial attire of azure clouds, with a crimson treasured sword at his waist. He exuded an air of nobility and grandeur. His eyes were long and exceptionally bright, like stars in the night sky, gleaming brilliantly and faintly radiating a subtle, sharp aura.

With just one glance, Luo Feng recognized him. This person was none other than the mysterious swordsman he had sensed back at the Linxian Building!