Chapter 277: Kill Whenever He Wants?
"What a powerful aura, what a sharp man." The crowd's hearts trembled violently, murmuring to themselves.
As for the four members of the Hao Yue Sect, their gazes stiffened. At the Heavenly Mountain Wine Tavern, they had provoked Lin Feng with words, and Leng Yue had been overbearing, directly slashing his blade beside Lin Feng and the others. But Lin Feng had remained silent, utterly calm. They thought Lin Feng was timid and cowardly. Yet now, this erupting aura made them understand: Lin Feng wasn't afraid—he was disdainful. He held the blade intent contained in Leng Yue's saber in utter contempt.
Feeling this incomparably sharp sword momentum, Leng Yue's blade-like brows furrowed slightly. At this moment, Lin Feng was even more sharp-edged than he was. Perhaps this was the real Lin Feng, baring his fangs.
However, a blade cultivator was sharp and domineering, pressing forward without retreat, using the blade to sever everything. Even if his opponent was very strong, Leng Yue was still unafraid, showing no sign of backing down. He, Leng Yue, had been able to comprehend blade mastery at the subtle level. He truly loved the blade, understood it, and knew it. The title of Blade Young Master was not undeserved. It was just that he was arrogant and somewhat dismissive of others, but that couldn't negate his talent.
Light flickered, and the Waning Moon appeared in his hand, its cold light as bright and icy as the moon itself.
"A high-grade spirit weapon, the Waning Moon. Leng Yue has actually been forced to use the Waning Moon. Who is this person? Why haven't we heard of him before?"
Many people thought to themselves. At this moment, Leng Yue was completely focused, his entire being like a blade, a person merged with the blade, incredibly sharp.
"I admit I underestimated you, but compared to me, you're still lacking." With the Waning Moon in hand, Blade Young Master Leng Yue's body once again radiated a domineering aura that looked down on the world, dismissive of others, still not taking Lin Feng seriously.
"I, Leng Yue, began cultivating the blade at age five. In the Hao Yue Sect, there were no powerful blade techniques. I cultivated and comprehended on my own, understanding blade momentum and stepping into the subtle realm. Within a year, I defeated countless fellow disciples in the Hao Yue Sect and achieved my current reputation. I self-created a blade technique called Lonely Shadow. Dying under this blade is enough for you to be proud."
Leng Yue spoke slowly, his gaze dismissive. The crowd nodded inwardly at his words. Leng Yue was indeed worthy of being called a genius. Entering the subtle realm and creating his own blade technique was impressive. In this regard, Lin Feng probably couldn't match him.
"You don't understand the blade at all. Your so-called genius is only compared to mediocre people." Lin Feng sneered. "I'm different from you. I've only cultivated the sword for a little over a year, and I've also self-created a few sword techniques. You, come and try."
"A little over a year?" The crowd's hearts trembled. Lin Feng had only cultivated the sword for a little over a year? In a little over a year, he could be this powerful?
And Lin Feng said that Leng Yue didn't understand the blade, and that genius was only compared to mediocre people. Wasn't that saying the same about them? Lin Feng had quite the big mouth. This made some of them feel unconvinced.
"Alright, remember this move. It's called Lonely Shadow."
Leng Yue said slowly, taking small steps forward. The overwhelming blade momentum was no longer outward but inward, a subtle blade.
"Lonely Shadow!"
He murmured, and the blade light flashed—lonely, like a shadow, confused and directionless.
That was the intent of this move. Even the blade itself was lonely and without direction. The subtle realm made this descending blade, though only one strike, seem to contain countless variations, elusive and unpredictable. It was a shadow. How could a shadow be caught? Once this blade fell, no one could withstand it.
Before, whenever Leng Yue used this move against opponents of the same level, he killed them directly. Even those stronger than him, at the Ninth Layer of Spirit Martial Realm, were killed just the same.
When Lonely Shadow appeared, even ghosts and gods were startled. No one had ever withstood this subtle blade, especially now that Leng Yue was using the high-grade spirit weapon, the Waning Moon.
"Lin Feng is dead for sure."
"This move is completely unsolvable. The Waning Moon lives up to his reputation as the Blade Young Master. Bing Yuan is far inferior to him."
Seeing the intent contained in this blade, the crowd's hearts trembled. They vaguely understood why it was said that when the Blade Young Master's blade was drawn, someone was sure to die.
The lonely, formless blade descended, and the crowd seemed to see Lin Feng being slain on the spot. *Crack!* A light sound rang out, causing everyone's pupils to contract sharply.
"What's going on?"
The crowd's hearts shook violently. The Waning Moon blade slashed down, lonely as a shadow. Yet Lin Feng was standing there perfectly fine. In front of Lin Feng, a sword stood upright, very ordinary in its uprightness. But on this sword, a blade had struck it, unable to advance half a step. The blade blocked by this unremarkable sword was none other than the Waning Moon.
"How is that possible?"
The crowd stared fixedly at the unremarkable sword. An ordinary sword standing upright had blocked the Lonely Shadow blade. No one had even seen how Lin Feng did it.
"I told you, you don't understand the blade."
Lin Feng said calmly, looking at Leng Yue's incredulous gaze. The sword swung slowly. One sword's cold light stirred the nine provinces, dazzlingly bright—a sword of light!
"Subtle realm!"
Leng Yue's heart trembled violently. His blade, at the subtle realm, blocked in front of the sword, but a crisp sound rang out. The Waning Moon treasure blade flew into the air, accompanied by strands of fresh blood. Leng Yue's body retreated wildly, abandoning the blade and retreating. If he hadn't reached the subtle realm, Lin Feng's dazzling sword strike would have killed him.
Lin Feng reached out, caught the Waning Moon, and then tossed it, saying, "Ba Dao!"
Ba Dao's gaze focused. He caught the Waning Moon that Lin Feng threw to him. Beneath his mask, a glint of light flashed in his pupils.
Lin Feng had indeed kept his promise, giving the Waning Moon to him. Even though it was taken by force, that didn't matter.
Lin Feng had long anticipated that Leng Yue would attack him. This Waning Moon, whether he had auctioned it off at the time or not, would still be his.
Leng Yue lowered his head, looking at the long bloody gash on his arm. His gaze froze. His blade hadn't even had a chance to touch Lin Feng. Lin Feng had blocked it effortlessly, and Lin Feng's sword, a casual strike, he couldn't even catch. That was the gap—a naked, blatant gap.
His arrogant words still echoed in his mind. He, Leng Yue, had said Lin Feng would die, die under Lonely Shadow, enough to be proud. But reality was ironic. Just as Lin Feng said, he, Leng Yue, didn't understand the blade at all. His so-called genius reputation was only compared to mediocre talents.
"I've comprehended the blade since childhood, and he's only cultivated the sword for a little over a year, yet he easily defeated me. What is my pride based on? Where does my arrogance come from?"
Leng Yue asked himself, a trace of doubt arising deep within his heart—doubting himself, doubting his reputation as a genius.
"My proud Lonely Shadow was easily blocked by him. Perhaps I really don't understand the blade."
A hint of sorrow arose in Leng Yue's heart, with some desolation and dejection. His pride had been shattered by Lin Feng into pieces.
Feeling the dejection emanating from Leng Yue, Lin Feng smiled coldly. Anyone who insulted Meng Qing would die!
"Kill!"
He took a step forward, and boundless sword energy surged out, making the crowd's hearts tremble again. Was Leng Yue going to be killed by Lin Feng?
Another genius about to fall?
Lin Feng's sword was dazzling. At this moment, Leng Yue was dejected and self-abandoned, having lost his will to fight. Watching Lin Feng's sword descend instantly, his eyes held confusion and incomprehension. Over a decade of blade cultivation, and it was so fragile.
"Get lost!"
At this moment, an afterimage appeared. From behind Leng Yue in the distance, a figure shot toward Lin Feng like an incredibly sharp blade. The person was the blade itself, carrying an immensely vast intent.
"Slash!"
Lin Feng's sword swung down. *Boom!* The earth split open. Lin Feng grunted, and an incredibly sharp blade rampaged across his body. His steps spun sharply, and he retreated wildly.
"The blade is the hegemon among weapons. Victory and defeat are common. No matter how powerful a person is, there is always someone stronger."
A domineering voice rang out from the rolling dust: "Leng Yue, it's just one battle. Why be disheartened? I'll keep his life for you to kill yourself in the future."
As the voice fell, two figures rose into the air and headed into the distance, making the crowd's hearts tremble violently.
Mysterious Martial Realm. A Mysterious Martial Realm expert had appeared, repelling Lin Feng with one move and taking Leng Yue away. His voice was incredibly domineering.
He said he would leave Lin Feng for Leng Yue to kill, meaning he could have killed Lin Feng but deliberately chose not to.
"Lin Feng, so lucky," the crowd murmured.
But at this moment, the ground shook violently. A white figure shot out like an afterimage, instantly darting into the distance. An incomparably cold frost sealed even the thoughts in the crowd's hearts, leaving only this endless chill.
"Kill!"
An icy cold, delicate shout howled out. In the sky, a streak of ice turned into a white heavenly bridge, continuously extending into the distance, shooting toward the distant figure.
That figure trembled violently, accelerating again like a flowing blade shadow. But the white heavenly bridge still struck his back, making him grunt and leave a trace of fresh blood in the air, so glaringly bright. This turned his earlier words into a joke.
Toward Lin Feng, he could kill whenever he wanted?