"Are you giving me orders!?"
The gaze of Crying Sword Fengxun suddenly sharpened, like a hungry wolf prowling in a dream, fierce and focused, exuding an exceedingly intense murderous intent.
He abruptly stood straight, revealing his trim black outfit, his tall and muscular figure holding a sword in his arms. On his left shoulder, a black metal mask clung like armor, fastened with silver magnetic clasps. With its ferocious, ghastly visage featuring black mixed with red and protruding fangs, it was exceptionally fierce.
A blurry number two was etched upon it.
Fengxun stared intently at Bai Xiao, who had suddenly appeared, his aura exploding simultaneously. The atmosphere he exhibited was no less formidable than that of the Jiang Shuangxiong.
"Yes, I am commanding you."
From the shadows beside the warehouse, the tall figure of Bai Xiao stood towering; he replied expressionlessly to Fengxun, the coldness in his eyes intensifying.
Almost in the next second, Crying Sword Fengxun made his move!
He took a Long Step forward, his whole person like a streak of black lightning, accelerating forward rapidly. The secret sword in his hand, unsheathed, emitted a soft chant.
"Wailing Secret Sword!"
The mournful blade whistled, instantly cutting through the air with a startling screech. Like a streak of light, it heavily aimed for Bai Xiao’s throat.
Suddenly, a fist hard as cast iron fiercely swung, striking.
Immense power erupted, metal buzzing.
The blade of the Wailing Sword suddenly bent, its tip crazily trembling.
Fengxun’s movement paused, and as his right hand grew numb, a solemn look appeared in his eyes, his wrist flicking swiftly. The Wailing Sword began to vibrate at a shocking frequency, touching the air hundreds of times, appearing like a massive swarm of fireflies bursting out. The insects converged and exploded into golden-red flames toward Bai Xiao.
However, all these attacks were blocked by a pair of hands, veins bulging like millstones. The sharp sword tip, striking the palm, was like hitting reinforced concrete, impossible to advance further, only managing to scratch the surface.
Yet, even those scratches, quietly healed in a single breath.
The fist, like a Meteor Hammer, smashed down, with explosive power.
Crying Sword Fengxun was sent flying diagonally, his feet suddenly hitting the ground, retreating several steps with the crunching of stone bricks underfoot.
He squinted, his gaze tightly fixed on the young man in front of him, who remained unscathed from their collision, his towering figure advancing slowly, relaxed and at ease.
A pair of hanging arms, muscular and with thick, powerful joints.
"Cross-Training Master?"
Fengxun instantly stepped forward, firmly stepping back with the other foot, his body slightly turned sideways, the muscles in his sword-holding right hand tensing as he assumed a fighting stance.
His wrist moved, the bright silver sword tip, now precisely aimed at Bai Xiao’s throat.
In an instant, his eyes turned pitch black, like two purely terrifying pieces of obsidian. His entire strength resonated, and strangely, dozens of black spots like membranes formed over the surface of his body. These eye-shaped spots moved around, observing Bai Xiao’s weaknesses from myriad different angles, just like Fengxun’s own eyes.
The Fengxun brothers, practicers of the same Fear Secret Technique. It was evident, however, that Fengxun was more skilled, more formidable. His use of the Evil Eye Secret Technique dramatically outmatched that of Feng Jun, by three to four times in total.
The gap between them was immense.
Fengxun thrust his sword in an instant, a black light bursting mid-air, the sharp Spear Sword, as if its tip was red-hot, hurtled towards Bai Xiao.
A punch was thrown, striking mid-air, intercepting the sword!
A ghostly wailing echoed instantly, the rapidly trembling blade emitting a sharp, ear-piercing scream, as if enveloped by numerous terrifying reverberations.
It was the special effect of the Fear Secret Technique.
Often invincible in battle, it could impact the opponent’s spirit and actions at critical moments, even if just for a split second, the outcome was already decided. Crying Sword Fengxun had used this move to kill no less than five masters before. A sword thrust, catching the opponent off-guard to strike a fatal blow!
But now, an unexpected situation emerged.
An unusually concentrated aura burst forth from the large figure, frantically gathering in his fist, forming an invisible, swirling magnetic field. His dominant willpower, aggressive spirit, and bloodthirsty mindset coming together.
It formed an extremely aggressive punch!
The punch struck down, forging a path through the overlapping ghostly wails, hammering heavily on the blade.
The Wailing Sword, under immense pressure, bent unexpectedly into an almost ninety-degree angle. Fengxun was shaken, his entire body sliding back like skiing, his feet scraping black marks over ten meters long on the ground. His arms were numb, and his wrists and fingers trembled slightly.
"Mountain King Chen Xiu!?"
"Impossible, Chen Xiu doesn’t look !"
"Then who is this other high-class Cross-Training Master who has suddenly emerged?"
Fengxun’s eyes glinted darkly.
Yet a gust of wind brushed his face, the massive figure already appearing before him. A fist swung out, compressing the air, while a series of roaring howls resounded from both palms.
"Boom boom boom! Ding ding ding!"
Consecutive impacts, with golden-red sparks exploding mid-air.
Fengxun’s Wailing Sword with each swing produced captivating overlapping sounds, but Bai Xiao’s each punch carried an unstoppable tyrannical force, both sides neutralizing on contact, neither affecting the other. However, Bai Xiao’s punches, relentless, forced Fengxun into continuous defense.