Yet the Storm Envoy harbored a feeling that Ye Feng was far from showing his true strength.
The Storm Envoy was unwilling to accept and reluctant to believe this, thinking that Ye Feng was now using his full strength.
In truth, that was exactly the case; Ye Feng intentionally concealed his power.
Ye Feng was now just half a step away from breaking through to the legendary peak realm. After all, his understanding of the Space Realm had long since reached the level of a Divine Realm powerhouse. Even if the Sword Emperor Envoy were to duel with Ye Feng, Ye Feng had the confidence that he could defeat the Sword Emperor within fifty moves.
Against a mere Storm Envoy, if Ye Feng was serious, at most it would take him just three moves to achieve victory.
However, Ye Feng did not want to expose his strength so soon. Therefore, to all appearances, it seemed as though Ye Feng was exerting his full effort, continuously forcing the Storm Envoy to retreat.
Seeing the Storm Envoy constantly forced to retreat by Ye Feng’s attacks, the Sword Saint Commander’s expression turned exceedingly ugly.
He had previously warned, insisting that the Storm Envoy not be defeated, and that one should intentionally lose to the Storm Envoy. But now, Ye Feng was fighting so zealously, causing the Storm Envoy to fall back step by step, which was clearly a sign of disrespect.
The Sword Saint Envoy furrowed his brows, and his eyes seemed ready to spit flames.
The more the Storm Envoy fought, the more alarmed she became, feeling her own condition growing increasingly desperate as she was thoroughly suppressed by Ye Feng, completely without the opportunity to counterattack, which made the Storm Envoy feel exceedingly uncomfortable.
Every time the Storm Envoy thought she might have a chance to counter, it seemed that Ye Feng would see right through it, directly eliminating her chance of a counterattack, and Ye Feng’s powerful strength left the Storm Envoy feeling miserable.
Every time the Storm Envoy’s longsword collided with Ye Feng’s, she felt a numbing pain in her arm.
Ye Feng gave the Storm Envoy no opportunity at all, just decisively forcing her to retreat continuously.
At this rate, the Storm Envoy would at most be able to hold on for another dozen or so moves before falling back.
An anxious look appeared in the eyes of the Sword Saint Commander, and at that moment, the thought struck him.
Then, the Sword Saint Commander said to the Sword Emperor, "Brother Sword Emperor, my stomach feels a little uncomfortable. I need to use the restroom!"
At this time, Ye Feng and the Storm Envoy’s battle was at its most intense. The Sword Emperor’s thoughts were also focused on the two combatants, so he didn’t think much about it and nodded, "Go ahead..."
Then, the Sword Saint Commander stood up from his position and left the referee’s seat.
The Storm Envoy, being continuously forced to retreat by Ye Feng’s attacks, kept parrying, and soon found herself at the edge of the platform. And given the current trend, in just a short while, she would be forced off the Life and Death Platform, losing the match, while Ye Feng also dominated the air above her.
Ye Feng did not give the Storm Envoy a chance to fly; once she continued to retreat, she would fall, losing the match. Ye Feng executed three rapid slashes, each containing the might of Space Acceleration, Space Deceleration, and Space Stagnation - mysterious and unfathomable. They directly forced the Storm Envoy to stagger back three steps.
The Storm Envoy instantly found herself at the very edge of the Life and Death Platform, shaken by Ye Feng’s three strikes to the point where it felt like she could no longer grip her longsword firmly. What’s more dangerous, if the Storm Envoy retreated just a bit more, she would fall off the Life and Death Platform, losing this match.
The Storm Envoy felt an overwhelming sense of frustration. Since beginning his cultivation and becoming a Martial Artist, the Storm Envoy had experienced countless battles, but never had he felt such helplessness and constraint like today.
The eyes of the Storm Envoy were filled with unwillingness, filled with anger.
It seemed that the Storm Envoy was about to lose the battle.
"Ye Feng!" Just at that moment, a thunderous roar echoed across the entire square.
The sound, like a bolt from the blue, exploded suddenly, and everyone heard that furious roar clearly.
In an instant, a terrifying, extremely sharp Sword Qi filled the Martial Arts Square.
That horrifying and sharp Sword Qi was firmly locked onto Ye Feng’s body.
In the distance, the Sword Saint Commander, wielding a longsword, had actually condensed a hundred-meter-long Sword Qi. As the Sword Qi shot towards the sky, its aura locked onto Ye Feng; should it land on Ye Feng, he would instantly be seriously injured.
This was clearly the full-powered strike of the Sword Saint Commander. Although Ye Feng’s strength was greater than that of the Sword Saint Commander, should this move hit Ye Feng, he would also be severely injured.
The Sword Saint Commander shouted furiously, "Bastard, go to hell!"
As soon as the words fell, the Sword Saint Commander controlled his colossal hundred-meter Sword Qi, launching it toward Ye Feng.
The Sword Emperor Commander was stunned and yelled angrily, "Sword Saint, what the hell are you doing!"
Ye Feng and his opponent were engaged in a fair fight, yet the Sword Saint Commander was attempting to ambush Ye Feng.
Ye Feng instantly went on the defensive, shifting his gaze to the Sword Saint Commander.
The Storm Envoy felt his pressure greatly relieved, and as Ye Feng’s attention was drawn to the Sword Saint Commander, the Storm Envoy, recalling the suffocating pressure he had been under from Ye Feng, thrust his sword toward Ye Feng’s chest, while Ye Feng’s attention was on the Sword Saint.
"Thump!" Blood sprayed out as the Storm Envoy’s sword pierced straight through Ye Feng’s chest, the tip protruding from Ye Feng’s back.
"Crack~~~" With a massive sound, the hundred-meter Sword Qi that was supposed to strike Ye Feng suddenly shattered in the hands of the Sword Saint, dispersing into the void, causing no harm to Ye Feng at all.
Ye Feng was taken aback and looked at the Storm Envoy in front of him, whose longsword had already penetrated his chest.
Ye Feng’s face immediately turned exceedingly grim; he realized he had been tricked.
The Sword Saint Commander’s strike had never actually intended to hit Ye Feng; it was merely a bluff to distract him.
Ye Feng had been ambushed by the Sword Saint Commander twice before, so his guard was especially high against him, and that was how he had been fooled. In his carelessness, Ye Feng was stabbed through the chest by the Storm Envoy.
Ye Feng stared at the longsword that had penetrated his chest, his expression as if treading on thin ice.