# Chapter 1852: Blade Technique and Sword Technique
The Azure Lotus was the lifebound power of Green Lotus Commander, the Dao of the Azure Lotus, nurturing all things and encompassing all things, while the Hellfire was the lifebound flame of Black Rope Commander, a flame of destruction, extremely terrifying. To cultivators at the Nether Emperor Realm, both were exceedingly precious. Since Green Lotus Commander had offered an Azure Lotus, if Black Rope Commander did not produce something of equivalent value, it would be like slapping his own face.
"Both commanders seem to be in good spirits. I am now even more interested in the outcome of this battle," Wang Zhuo said, somewhat surprised to hear the two using an Azure Lotus and Hellfire as playful wagers. However, as a direct descendant of Emperor Song's bloodline with broad experience, he merely smiled and spoke in a calm, gentle voice that seemed to melt the tense atmosphere between the two commanders.
The people in the ancient pavilion below were also startled upon hearing the wager above. Rumors that the commanders of the Cold Nether Hell and the Blazing Nether Hell were at odds appeared to be true; at this moment, the two commanders clearly had a competitive intent. Of course, they both served under Emperor Song, and given their cultivation levels, they would not casually come to blows. Thus, they used Lin Feng as a pretext for their rivalry. Whether it was Green Lotus Commander's Azure Lotus or Black Rope Commander's Hellfire, both were extremely precious to Nether Emperors. But considering the commanders' strength, they understood—for these two commanders, it was merely a slight loss of blood, with no real impact on themselves.
"Brother Green Lotus seems quite confident in this boy," Black Rope Commander said with a slight smile. Green Lotus Commander's fair complexion was like that of a snow figure; he smiled and replied, "If Black Rope Commander couldn't see that he could achieve a hundred consecutive victories, you wouldn't have deliberately asked me."
Green Lotus Commander naturally understood that if he had answered "no" when Black Rope Commander asked him earlier, then Black Rope Commander himself would have answered "yes." Black Rope Commander also believed Lin Feng could achieve a hundred consecutive victories. Of course, the situation was different now.
"That was then. Now, I am not so confident in him," Black Rope Commander said with a hearty laugh, then looked at Wang Zhuo and asked, "Wang Zhuo, what do you think? Can this boy achieve a hundred consecutive victories?"
Upon hearing Black Rope Commander's words, Wang Zhuo's expression remained unchanged as he calmly replied, "That depends on who steps onto the battle platform."
As Wang Zhuo spoke, his gaze inadvertently glanced at Qin Yao beside Black Rope Commander. He understood Black Rope Commander's intentions all too well.
Hearing Wang Zhuo's noncommittal response, Black Rope Commander chuckled. This little fellow was craftier than a thief.
Lin Feng on the battle platform was unaware of the situation on the observation platform, let alone that the two commanders were using him as a wager, betting on whether he could achieve a hundred consecutive victories. He had already won seventy-two consecutive battles. For him, securing a hundred consecutive victories at the Low-rank Nether Emperor level was not difficult. Even in this Nether Realm's Emperor Song City, finding a Low-rank Nether Emperor comparable to Ji Wuyou's combat power in a single day was no easy task.
Ji Wuyou's strength was virtually unmatched among Low-rank Emperors, unless one encountered someone with a special constitution or an even more monstrous prodigy. Lin Feng certainly did not doubt that the Nether Realm had such figures, but such individuals would not casually appear. Moreover, even if someone's strength matched Ji Wuyou's, so what?
In these seventy-plus consecutive victories, Lin Feng had not expended much effort. Tempering the Black Prison technique he had just deduced was quite suitable.
As Lin Feng's winning streak increased, more and more people noticed him. Some formidable figures stepped onto the platform, hoping to make a name for themselves by defeating Lin Feng, just as he had done by defeating Black Prison. Unfortunately, none succeeded; all fell to Lin Feng. His winning streak quickly reached eighty-one battles.
This caused even more people to focus on Lin Feng's battle platform. Even the young men in the ancient pavilion put away their playful attitudes and seriously observed Lin Feng's every move.
"This man has fought eighty-one consecutive battles without a single loss, without a moment's rest in between. Does anyone recognize who he is?"
"Every ten victories, one can choose to rest or even continue the next day. Yet this man has fought eighty-one battles straight. It seems he wants to push through and achieve a hundred consecutive victories in one go, forcefully entering the City Lord's Mansion to become a member of its legion and gain recognition."
After all, the more dazzling one's performance, the easier it would be to be taken seriously upon entering the City Lord's Mansion.
"Even more impressive is that this man has fought eighty-one battles as if it were nothing, as though he hasn't even fully exerted his strength, holding back, and showing no signs of exhaustion."
The crowd watched Lin Feng on the battle platform, and for a time, no one stepped onto that platform. Fortunately, Lin Feng's attacks were not ruthless; he stopped at the point of contact, allowing eighty-one battles to occur in a short time. If Lin Feng had been more ruthless, people would have been even more hesitant to step up.
"Qingqing, what do you think of this man's strength?" Green Lotus Commander asked the woman beside him, whose skin was fairer than snow, with a smile.
"I can't tell," Qingqing shook her head. She truly could not discern Lin Feng's strength.
"To fight eighty-one consecutive battles without a single loss, yet still not reveal his full strength—it would be difficult for him not to achieve a hundred consecutive victories," Green Lotus Commander said. His voice was not imposing but rather gentle and delicate, like his fair skin, yet it had a sharp quality. Every word he spoke was easy to hear, and once heard, not easily forgotten.
Black Rope Commander remained silent upon hearing Green Lotus Commander's words, staring at the battle platform. He knew Lin Feng was powerful, but Lin Feng would definitely not achieve a hundred consecutive victories.
"Outside the City Lord's Mansion, the battle platforms are truly filled with experts. This young man has already achieved eighty-one consecutive victories, a rare feat. If anyone can defeat this young man within ninety-nine battles, this commander will surely reward them," Black Rope Commander suddenly announced, his clear voice spreading in all directions. The crowd looked surprised—even Black Rope Commander was paying attention to Lin Feng's battle, and he promised a reward to anyone who could defeat him.
Black Rope Commander's words instantly drew the attention of everyone on the surrounding battle platforms to Lin Feng. A commander of a hell was paying attention to this platform. If one could defeat Lin Feng, not only would they receive Black Rope Commander's reward, but they would also surely catch the City Lord's Mansion's attention.
"Whoosh!" At that moment, a figure stepped forward and directly onto the battle platform. This person wore a black robe and exuded an aura of unparalleled dominance, feeling like an ultimate blade, extremely sharp.
"It's Han Feng! This man's blade technique is extremely terrifying. Under his Seven Absolute Slashes, souls are surely reaped. The power is fearsome. Finally, a heavyweight has appeared," someone in the crowd recognized the black-robed man and was startled.
"Han Feng's Seven Absolute Slashes are fierce and domineering. Under seven slashes, he will surely kill his opponent. A year ago, he stepped onto the battle platform and won eighty-five consecutive battles, but he also consumed considerable stamina. Refusing to rest, he encountered Brocade-Clad Young Master on the platform and was defeated. Now, a year has passed, and his blade technique must be even more formidable."
The crowd held high hopes for this man. After a year of bitter cultivation, Han Feng might be able to defeat the young man on the platform.
Suddenly, a blade appeared in Han Feng's hand—a black blade, semi-arc shaped. This kind of blade could not stab like a sword; it could only slash. Clearly, Han Feng's blade technique pursued slashing, cleaving through opponents.
Han Feng's blade slashed out without a single superfluous word. The black blade essence contained an overwhelmingly domineering power, advancing without retreat. Once the blade was out, there was no turning back.
Lin Feng's gaze locked onto the slashing blade. This slash was a Death Nether Blade, yet it carried the swiftness of wind and the heaviness of earth, domineering power combined with terrifying speed. The Seven Absolute Slashes were blades of dominance, fearlessness, and courage. The moment the blade was unleashed, Lin Feng felt enveloped by the blade's intent.
"This slash seeks not self-preservation, only to kill the opponent. It is too domineering." Lin Feng's pupils turned pitch black. The Heavenly Derivation Scripture caused his mind to begin a rapid deduction. His black pupils and powerful deduction ability seemed to slow down the blade's speed.
Such a domineering blade technique would be difficult even for Mid-rank Emperors to resist. Yet precisely because of its dominance, it must have its weakness—it only sought offense, not defense. Actually, this could not even be called a weakness, because when facing such a blade technique, unless one possessed absolute strength, very few could launch a counterattack against such a slash. Moreover, this was only the first slash of the Seven Absolute Slashes, using offense to replace defense.
Before the first slash landed, the second slash had already been unleashed. It was like his Setting Sun Heaven-Falling Sword Technique, capable of stacking attacks. When the second slash was unleashed, even fewer could attack him. Any attack in the face of such a blade technique would likely be ground to dust.
Even Black Rope Commander could not help but praise, "Such exquisite blade technique. If this man could increase his speed a bit more and add some cunning to his blade, it would be even more terrifying."
Black Rope Commander's words were undoubtedly a reminder to Han Feng—this slash could be even more perfect.
Indeed, Han Feng heard Black Rope Commander's words and immediately acted. The power of Wind Law was added to his blade technique, adding a touch of cunning, making it even harder for anyone to counterattack.
However, there were always exceptions.
Just as Han Feng altered his attack technique, he suddenly seemed to see a sword of nothingness, coming from the void. The countless Death Nether Blade lights could not block that sword light of nothingness, which stabbed straight into his mind. His eyes also saw a pair of Nine Nether Eyes of Death, causing his will to tremble.
When a person put all their means and energy into offense, encountering such a sword, no matter how exquisite the blade technique, it would be thrown into chaos. No matter how powerful your blade technique, if you yourself were slain, what use was killing your opponent? Thus, Han Feng retreated, retreating inexplicably. The countless Nether King Blade lights all vanished without a trace.
And on Han Feng's forehead, several beads of sweat appeared.
Everyone's eyes were wide open, because they could not understand. Such a blade technique should have killed Lin Feng. Why did Han Feng suddenly retreat?
In fact, Han Feng not only retreated, he even decisively turned around and stepped off the battle platform, uttering a single word: "I am defeated."
Defeated, there was naturally no point in staying.