He then spoke softly, "I have never heard of it."
"Hahaha, oh what a Heavenly Blade Sect, today you shall indeed hear about it!"
Fu Han Yuan, enraged to the point of laughter, swallowed back the words he was about to say. In a single step, he had already reached Feng Ziheng and threw a punch without hesitation.
Feng Ziheng, too, spoke no more. He only heard a clang as the saber was drawn from its sheath, slashing head-on!
In an instant, Blade Light cascaded down.
With a smile at the corner of his mouth, Fu Han Yuan suddenly turned his body in an extremely bizarre posture, forcibly closed in from beneath that Blade Light.
Both hands grappling, he aimed for Feng Ziheng’s midsection.
However, this Mo Wen’s Blade, Feng Ziheng of the Heavenly Blade Sect, was no ordinary character. Every move he made was exquisite.
Seeing that he was too late to defend, he simply pushed the hilt of his saber forward. With a thud, the two had already clashed heavily.
This was only the beginning.
Fu Han Yuan’s close-quarters combat prowess exceeded expectations by far, and his Inner Strength was extraordinary.
His hands, initially coming back empty, followed up with a turning elbow strike, grabbing and striking without giving Feng Ziheng any chance to execute his Blade Technique.
Yet this Mo Wen’s Blade, Feng Ziheng, even though he couldn’t focus all of his Blade Intent in the confined space, did not give an inch.
For a moment, the two stood still, their hands flying up and down, back and forth, on the offensive and defensive without rest.
Layers of Gang Qi and cold Qi whirled up, scattering in all directions.
Su Mo and Yang Xiaoyun were also intently watching, observing Feng Ziheng’s Blade Technique, and the skills displayed between Fu Han Yuan’s fingers and palms.
But as he watched, Su Mo’s expression involuntarily turned odd.
Yang Xiaoyun couldn’t help but speak out:
"Is Fu Han Yuan really acting so freely?"
To say he acted freely was not to say that every move he made was an Absolute Skill.
But rather, his actions were whimsical, executing whatever came to mind.
While often surprising and causing one to feel the suspense.
Yet within his movements unavoidably appeared some laughable and absurd techniques. A palm strike, supposed to be brilliant and hard to defend against, would actually meet head-on with the blade of a Heavenly Blade Sect master. Should it connect, half of the palm would surely be gone.
Such blunders were not rare, but his response was incredibly quick, beyond all expectations.
To the point where one would question whether these blunders were real or fake.
Was it that he had energy to spare, and was intentionally baffling his opponent?
However, regardless, this Mo Wen’s Blade, Feng Ziheng, remained calm as a rock. Regardless of the tempest raging, he faced it all confidently with his lone saber.
"He’s no match for Feng Ziheng."
Su Mo concluded, after observing the battle, and shook his head:
"His martial arts are fierce, and his Inner Strength is vigorous. His Sky Frost True Qi is unexpectedly effective and extraordinary. But... his foundation is unstable, his combat experience seems quite... shallow. Has this man truly challenged the experts from the Northern Territory?"
His question was asked but received no answer.
And as his words fell, in just a brief moment, Feng Ziheng, who initially was caught off guard, gradually stabilized his stance.
Suddenly, with a rise of the saber, Blade Light flashed sharply.
But in Feng Ziheng’s eyes, in that instant, shone like a pair of luminous jades, reflecting all worldly matters, yet remaining untouched.
No joy, no anger, Wuyou, thoughtless!
Thoughtless begets no sorrow, fearless there is no surprise!
Seven Emotions Undying Blade!
With a sudden slash, as if he was cutting not a person, but the worldly emotions and desires.
In a flash, Fu Han Yuan felt everything in his eyes replaced by that one saber move, his thoughts gradually emptying, actions momentarily slowing, free of the troubles of joy and worry, free of the agony of thoughts, and nearly forgetting where he was, what he was doing, why he was here?
Why had he come here!?
As these four words surfaced in his mind, a glint flashed in Fu Han Yuan’s eyes.
He suddenly thrust out a finger!
At the sight of this, a look of surprise flashed through Su Mo’s pupils: "How could this be?"
The Seven Emotions Undying Blade is Heavenly Blade Sect’s Secret Skill, a rare Blade Technique in this world.
At this moment, the Blade Technique executed by Feng Ziheng was not quite Heavenly Blade Sect’s Peak, but also far from ordinary.
The opening in this move had been reduced to just one, and it was hidden beneath the Blade Light.
Yet Fu Han Yuan’s finger, daringly moved through the Blade Light, taking the impossible gap and striking out precisely at that critical moment.
The level of prowess he exhibited not only caught Su Mo by surprise but also exceeded Feng Ziheng’s expectations.
Blade Light, the wind from the fingertip, followed by a buzzing tremor and then the sound of clattering, Mo Wen’s Blade, Feng Ziheng’s single saber, had already been sent flying.
At that instant, even as he cultivated the detached and desireless Heart Technique of the Heavenly Blade Sect, his face involuntarily revealed a look of bewilderment.
How could he have known about the opening in this move?
Each person’s martial arts, depending on their aptitude and comprehension, differ when cultivated.
Yet the Seven Emotions Undying Blade he cultivated had very few weaknesses, and this sole opening was kept a close secret, never known to others.
The only one who knew about this opening was actually only one person...
With this thought in mind, the fingertip, charged with Sky Frost True Qi, was already close at hand.
Inside Wufeng Hall, all the members of the Heavenly Blade Sect who witnessed this moment furrowed their brows slightly, some even reaching for their sabers.
But by now, it was already too late to intervene.
As everyone’s thoughts settled, and they watched the finger about to descend, a cold Blade Light suddenly tore through the wind.