Chapter 132: Lin Feng's Sword
"Get lost, as far as possible!"
A voice carrying an icy chill echoed through the space. The sinister smile on the back-sword youth's face vanished, replaced by a sharpness. His gaze seemed to transform into a sword, incredibly sharp.
"I'll give you one last chance. Twelve mid-grade origin stones. Give them, or not!"
The faint words were spat from the back-sword youth's mouth. A fierce sword intent surged from his body, and powerful sword qi rushed toward Lin Feng.
"A sword cultivator."
The crowd nearby paused, their gazes fixed. Such pure sword qi, as sharp as the sword qi emanating from Lin Feng. This person was likely a sword martial soul possessor, a sword cultivator with formidable offensive power.
"Do you think that relying on sword momentum alone is enough to look down on everything? Sword momentum isn't something only you possess."
The youth spoke again. As his words fell, a vast and powerful sword momentum surged forth violently. The entire space once again echoed with the howl of swords, a killing sword intent enveloping everyone.
Momentum was everywhere, vast and powerful; sword momentum shattered everything, silent and deadly.
The youth carrying the long sword on his back had a higher cultivation realm than Lin Feng, being a cultivator at the Fourth Layer of the Spirit Martial Realm. Moreover, like Lin Feng, he possessed sword momentum. No wonder he was so overbearing, waiting outside for Lin Feng to place the origin stones into the groove before issuing his threat.
If Lin Feng refused to hand over the origin stones, he could directly seize Lin Feng's cultivation chamber and continue his training.
"Good thing I didn't snatch that cultivation chamber earlier."
The crowd secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Even if they had repelled Lin Feng and taken the chamber, they would still have been someone else's prey. Against Lin Feng, they might have dared to fight, but against this back-sword youth, they didn't even have the will to battle. A Fourth Layer Spirit Martial Realm cultivator, combined with sword momentum, was beyond their ability to withstand.
Similarly, Lin Feng was surely doomed. Now, they wondered what choice Lin Feng would make.
"You're right. Do you think that relying on sword momentum alone is enough to look down on everything?"
Lin Feng returned the youth's words to him. Taking a step forward, he swung his Life-Seizing Sword, causing everyone's hearts to tremble slightly.
In this situation, Lin Feng neither considered giving the origin stones nor abandoning the cultivation stone chamber. Instead, he chose the most direct method: fight!
The back-sword youth was also stunned, clearly not expecting Lin Feng to dare fight him.
"Seeking death. Then I'll make sure you never draw your sword again."
With a cold laugh, the long sword on the youth's back let out a clang as it shot forth. A golden radiance flashed, and dazzling sword qi collided with the Life-Seizing Sword, producing a metallic ring.
"A golden sword!"
The long sword carried by the back-sword youth was actually golden, extremely luxurious, and the sword technique he used was equally dazzling.
"Rain of Swords Covering the Sky."
The back-sword youth lightly shouted. Instantly, golden radiance filled the heavens and earth, illuminating every corner. The already narrow space was completely enveloped in radiance, leaving no gaps.
"What a magnificent sword technique. I couldn't even block a single move."
Some cultivators at the Fourth Layer of the Spirit Martial Realm trembled inwardly. This back-sword youth indeed had the right to be arrogant.
Lin Feng was finished. If the space were more open, he might have had a chance, but in this confined area, Lin Feng had no retreat, nowhere to evade.
"Let me show you what it means to be a sword cultivator."
Amidst the gaps in his sword strikes, the back-sword youth spoke with a faint smile, his voice cold and arrogant, as if lecturing a junior.
The rain of swords poured down, sealing off every corner.
Lin Feng stood amidst the sword rain, his body making no deliberate attempt to dodge. His eyes were calm, without a single ripple.
The sword momentum Lin Feng had released suddenly vanished, disappearing without a trace from the space in an instant.
"Giving up already?"
The crowd sensed the absence of Lin Feng's sword momentum and narrowed their eyes. This back-sword youth was truly strong; with just one move, he had made Lin Feng retract his sword momentum. It seemed Lin Feng realized he couldn't block this strike and had chosen to surrender, hoping for mercy.
Not only the crowd, but even the back-sword youth was stunned. At this moment, Lin Feng had actually retracted his sword momentum?
A proud smile curled at the corner of his mouth. Even though they both controlled sword momentum, there was still a gap, like between Lin Feng and him.
However, the proud smile on the back-sword youth's face didn't last long. His gaze froze slightly.
At this moment, an extremely restrained sword aura locked onto his body firmly.
"What is this?"
The back-sword youth's pupils contracted sharply. Suddenly, this sword aura grew stronger and stronger, almost suffocating him.
This was a sword aimed solely at him, a fusion of sword momentum, sword intent, and sword qi.
Looking at Lin Feng, the back-sword youth saw that Lin Feng's eyes remained as calm as ever, yet within that calmness lay a sharpness like a sword. His heart couldn't help but tremble.
"Micro-level Sword!"
The back-sword youth was a sword cultivator. This sword strike had its momentum concentrated on a single point, merging momentum, qi, and intent into one. How could he not recognize it? This was the Micro-level Sword.
Lin Feng had actually progressed from momentum to micro-level, comprehending the Micro-level Sword. What terrifying talent.
Once the Micro-level Sword was unleashed, no matter how strong the sword momentum, how could it block it?
Lin Feng's unadorned, seemingly ordinary sword strike shattered everything, piercing a hole through the rain of swords covering the sky.
In the confined space, the back-sword youth's strike was indeed unavoidable, sealing off every part of his body. But Lin Feng didn't need to dodge.
Seeing this, the crowd trembled.
How was this possible?
Lin Feng's plain, unremarkable sword strike had destroyed everything, crushing the magnificent rain of swords and thrusting toward the back-sword youth.
"Retreat!"
The back-sword youth's face changed dramatically. His sword had already been swung, and it was impossible to instantly withdraw it and launch a powerful attack. At this moment, the Micro-level Sword had already arrived, and he couldn't block it.
A fierce and powerful sword aura shot directly from the tip of Lin Feng's sword, striking the back-sword youth's body, causing him to tremble and freeze in place.
At the same time, Lin Feng's sword reached his chest.
Everyone's gazes froze. Indeed, it was only one move, but completely different from what they had imagined. Lin Feng had used just one move to defeat the back-sword youth, utterly and completely. At this moment, the back-sword youth's life was in Lin Feng's hands.
"With strength like this, you dare to boast about showing me what it means to be a sword cultivator?"
Lin Feng spoke calmly. The back-sword youth's face stiffened, and he had nothing to say.
Indeed, he was at the Fourth Layer of the Spirit Martial Realm, merely controlling sword momentum, while Lin Feng, at the Third Layer of the Spirit Martial Realm, could already restrain his sword momentum, concentrate it on a single point, and enter the micro-realm from surging momentum, multiplying destructive power several times over. Before Lin Feng, what face did he have to speak such arrogant words?
"Your sword is not a sharp sword, but a blind sword—arrogant, pursuing flashiness. You are not worthy of being called a sword cultivator."
Lin Feng's voice was indifferent. In his view, a sword cultivator should constantly pursue the peak, be sharp, shatter everything, possess lofty aspirations, not look down on everything, but fear nothing.
A sword cultivator must have the sword's dominance, the sword's sharpness, the sword's conviction—no sword cannot be broken, no obstacle cannot be destroyed.
With one sword strike, even gods and ghosts are startled, without regard for consequences.
"How do you plan to deal with me?"
The other party seemed no longer to listen to Lin Feng's words, staring at Lin Feng's eyes, only concerned about how Lin Feng would handle him.
Looking at the back-sword youth, Lin Feng shook his head. "You spoke so arrogantly just now. If you were truly a martial artist pursuing the sword, even if your methods were somewhat despicable, I would have let you go. But you disappoint me. You are nothing but a pitiful, despicable, and arrogant sword user. You are no longer worthy of lifting a sword."
As Lin Feng's words fell, light flashed, and his sword swung. Immediately, a scream echoed through the space. The back-sword youth's arm, which held the sword, was severed by Lin Feng's blade.
"So ruthless, so decisive!" The crowd trembled violently, their bodies shaking. Good thing they hadn't angered Lin Feng earlier. This person was too terrifying.
Seeing the other's eyes bloodshot with hatred, Lin Feng said indifferently, "Don't look at me like that. Just now, you said yourself that you would make sure my sword could never be drawn again. What I did is exactly what you had in mind. If you had been a bit more merciful in your heart, I wouldn't have cut off your arm. So, if you want to hate, hate your own despicableness and cruelty."
Lin Feng spoke calmly, turned around, and stepped directly into the cultivation chamber, paying no further attention to the other.
Hearing Lin Feng's words, the crowd nodded inwardly. Yes, from another perspective, if Lin Feng had lost to the other party, the outcome would likely have been Lin Feng losing his arm. Lin Feng wasn't being cruel; he was simply returning what the other had intended for him.