Mu Feng’s Sword Kill Eight Desolate seemed to surge with killing intent, but in her eyes, it was incredibly weak. With the physical transformation brought about by the meridian clearing and marrow washing, her reaction ability and judgement had greatly enhanced. Focusing slightly, she clearly discerned the trajectory of his sword technique, every change in it, and every vulnerability.
Leveraging her superior reaction ability and a condensed power within that compared to a Seventh-Order Swordsman, she gathered the Heavenly Heart Energy in her fingertips and easily caught the most fragile flaw in Mu Feng’s Sword Force, pinning it down with just two fingers.
Mu Feng’s face turned pale, and he inwardly screamed, "Impossible, impossible, isn’t he just a First Rank Swordsman? Isn’t he a useless good-for-nothing? How can he possess such strength?"
The bystanders were merely confused by what unfolded before their eyes, but Mu Feng himself was more than shocked. When Mu Hanyan pinched his longsword between her two fingers and broke his Sword Kill Eight Desolate, he felt a tremendous force, a force he couldn’t possibly contend against.
Holding the longsword, Mu Feng found himself unable to make a move, as fear spread in the depths of his heart.
"You’re not striking, are you? Then it’s my turn," Mu Hanyan said casually as she easily pulled out the longsword, casually stepping forward and slashing with a seemingly leisurely swing.
Sword Kill Eight Desolate, the same sword technique, yet the sensation it brought was entirely different.
The Sword Light left no radiant Ten Thousand Paths behind; if no one had seen the previous scene, anyone witnessing this strike would have likely scoffed, even a decent First-level Swordsman’s display would have appeared far more imposing.
Yet, having witnessed the astounding scene before, no one dared to underestimate this strike.
The sword light was cold and serene, giving a feeling of extreme inner strength and solidity. Although there was no dazzling sword light nor piercing sword howls, it inexplicably brought about an air of suppression—the murderous intent, all the power, seemed to compress within the sword to an extreme. And once released, its potential power was bound to be terrifying.
The air seemed to solidify, making it hard to breathe, while hearts raced as if attempting to burst out of chests.
Enveloped by the Sword Light, Mu Feng was already drenched in cold sweat, his limbs somewhat numb.
"Kill me!" With suppressed resentment and unwillingness flooding his mind, Mu Feng, unwilling to collapse without a fight, suppressed his fear and shouted as he swung his sword.
Condensing power into the sword, the longsword once again erupted with blinding silver light, chillingly brilliant.
Just as the two swords were about to clash, Mu Hanyan’s sword finally flashed with a blinding edge.
Unlike Mu Feng, where condensed power covered the weapon in a silver glow, the brightness on Mu Hanyan’s sword focused at a single point, naturally concentrating the force at that spot. Needless to say, this concentrated Heavenly Heart Energy at one point was far more powerful than the Heavenly Heart Energy spread along Mu Feng’s blade. Read complete version only at novel-fire.net
And such a level of power concentration in the sword was characteristic of a Sixth-tier Swordsman.
"Crack, crack, crack..." The swords collided, and crisp sounds rang out as Mu Feng’s longsword broke into pieces. He, in turn, spat out blood and flew backward like a broken kite.
The entire martial arts field fell dead silent.
Sixth-tier Swordsman—Mu Hanyan’s true strength, astonishingly, was that of a Sixth-tier Swordsman. No wonder he dared to accept Mu Feng’s challenge—he was confident and fearless.
Looking at Mu Hanyan, who stood calmly and proudly in the middle of the field, everyone was utterly shocked. No one could have imagined that the Mu Family’s most despised and underestimated good-for-nothing could possess the strength of a Sixth-tier Swordsman.