Chapter 662: Facing Withered Wood
On the center of Yu Mo's body, that blood mark was so startlingly vivid, a thread of blood spurting from the wound, continuously flowing into the blood-dripping sword Lin Feng held lowered there.
The Blood Drinking Sword, drinking blood.
The crowd's eyes stiffened there, staring at that sword. A sword that actually drank blood was so piercing, such a terrifying blood sword.
In the void, Yu Mo's master's gaze also froze there, watching the blood thread flowing through the air, watching Yu Mo's blood enter the blood-dripping longsword in Lin Feng's hand, his eyes blazing with fury.
Lin Feng, right before his eyes, had killed his disciple Yu Mo, and in such a brutal manner—with a single sword, and the sword was drinking blood.
All this happened even after he had already threatened Lin Feng. He threatened, and Lin Feng killed all the more decisively.
The blood thread moved too fast. The Blood Drinking Sword trembled and hummed, the blood light on the blade growing more and more dazzling, as if life itself was pulsating. Lin Feng's expression was blank. He turned around, sheathing the Blood Drinking Sword. The blood sword immediately fell silent. His steps slowly returned to his original position, as if nothing had happened.
But the hearts of the crowd were far from calm at this moment. Lin Feng's strength—Seventh Layer of Profound Martial Realm, Triple Sword Dao Will, plus the Blood Drinking Sword and that powerful sword technique—had taken a life with one strike, killing Yu Mo, a peak Eighth Layer of Profound Martial Realm. Although Yu Mo had already been wounded by Lin Feng and was acting wildly, Lin Feng's own power was still beyond doubt. It seemed they needed to reassess Lin Feng's strength.
The crowd had thought that Di Ling and Duan Wudao should be the two strongest in this Snow Domain competition, with Jun Moxi ranking third, followed by Blood Fiend and the other five of the Eight Great Geniuses. But now, Lin Feng had shattered their expectations. Yu Mo, one of the Eight Great Geniuses, had been killed by Lin Feng. Lin Feng's strength to compete for a top-eight seat was already beyond question.
"It seems everyone underestimated this youth who obtained the first jade key."
The crowd thought to themselves. Killing Yu Mo with one sword strike, Lin Feng's strength might even have a chance to rank among the top five.
The top four seats should be Di Ling, Duan Wudao, Jun Moxi, and Blood Fiend. As for the rest, Ling Xiao had a chance to compete for the fifth seat. Then it would depend on what situation arose when Lin Feng faced Withered Wood and Ling Xiao. If Lin Feng could also defeat Ling Xiao, then the top five seats would be secure.
"He really hid his strength deep enough." The crowd had never imagined that Lin Feng, who only had the cultivation of the Fifth Layer of Profound Martial Realm, could have a chance to break into the top five. Too unexpected, too surprising.
But such battles made them look forward to it even more. The more exciting, the more it could ignite the passion in their hearts, making their pursuit of the martial path more persistent, more resolute.
"Will you take the body, or should I handle it?" Snow Wuchang looked at Yu Mo's master and asked. Yu Mo's master's eyes were icy cold. He swept a glance at Lin Feng, then said, "I will take it."
With that, Yu Mo's master took a step, instantly arriving before Yu Mo's corpse. With a sweep of his sleeve, he rolled up Yu Mo's body and drifted away, but a terrifying howling wind roared through the void, even pressing down on Lin Feng, whipping at his clothes.
This Lin Feng was indeed bold enough to dare kill Yu Mo. This undoubtedly meant offending a powerful existence at the Heavenly Martial Realm. He would need to be more careful in the future.
Seeing the man leave, Snow Wuchang returned to his position. Standing in the void, he said to the crowd, "Since Yu Mo is dead, then those who have not fought Yu Mo will all be credited with a win."
The crowd had no objections. Since Yu Mo was dead, if they didn't give a win to those who hadn't fought him, it would be unfair to the top geniuses, because they could have defeated Yu Mo. This way, the ones who actually benefited were those weaker than Yu Mo. But the one truly frustrated was Yun Feiyang.
Yu Mo had fought three matches in total: lost to Jun Moxi, lost to Lin Feng, and only won against him. That meant only he had a losing record against Yu Mo; everyone else had wins.
Tang Youyou remained undefeated. Besides Tang Youyou, the others at the top also won one after another, not losing a single match.
In the next battle, Lin Feng defeated the silver sword man ranked twelfth. When the silver sword met the blood sword, it didn't surprise the crowd. The blood sword was sharper, and soon the silver sword was forced to concede.
Additionally, after defeating the silver sword man, Lin Feng directly challenged Yu Xiao Xiao of the Six Desires Zither, fighting consecutively. Because Yu Mo had a bye, others directly gained an extra win.
Yu Xiao Xiao used her zither as a sharp weapon. When the zither sounded, it seemed to ignite the six desires in people's hearts, bewitching them with the music, allowing her to defeat them. However, Lin Feng had always been strong-willed, and his spiritual and soul power were very formidable. Although Yu Xiao Xiao's zither music was powerful, it couldn't make Lin Feng lose his combat ability. In the end, it ended with Yu Xiao Xiao's defeat.
In the first five battles, Lin Feng was undefeated.
Including the victory over Yu Mo, those with five wins and no losses like Lin Feng also included Di Ling, Duan Wudao, Jun Moxi, Blood Fiend, and Ling Xiao. This was within the crowd's expectations. Of course, there was one person who was somewhat surprising: Tang Youyou had also won all her first five battles.
In the sixth battle, Lin Feng faced Withered Wood.
"If Lin Feng can defeat Withered Wood, then the top six seats will be without suspense." The crowd watched Lin Feng and Withered Wood step onto the battle platform, thinking to themselves. Among the Eight Great Geniuses of the four empires in the Snow Domain, Lin Feng had already knocked down Yu Mo and Yu Xiao Xiao—killing Yu Mo, defeating Yu Xiao Xiao—freeing up two spots. If he could also defeat Withered Wood, that would free up three spots, and the top six would be without suspense.
Withered Wood's gaze fixed on Lin Feng, his eyes cautious, not daring to show the slightest contempt. Lin Feng could kill Yu Mo with one sword strike; his strength was already beyond doubt. How could he dare to be careless?
Carelessness would mean his defeat.
Behind him, a withered wood aura drifted there. This was his martial soul. Although Withered Wood was known as the Withered Demon Eye, his martial soul was withered wood—very unique. The Withered Demon Eye was another of his ultimate techniques, a set of eye techniques that were extremely powerful.
"Draw your sword," Withered Wood said to Lin Feng. But Lin Feng shook his head. The blood sword remained in its sheath.
Withered Wood frowned, looking at Lin Feng with some displeasure. "Although your strength is formidable, if you don't draw your blood sword, it's unlikely you'll defeat me. I am not Yu Mo; I won't be as reckless as he was."
"The sword is not my only means, just as you all once thought I only excelled at the Golden Body. Against you, Withered Wood, flames are the most suitable." Lin Feng spoke slowly. In an instant, a terrifying flame roared around him, enveloping his body, making his entire form seem bathed in fire. The space crackled and popped.
"Oh?" The crowd's eyes narrowed. Lin Feng actually had other powerful means. Against Withered Wood, he wouldn't use the blood sword but flames.
"Then let me test your flames." A withered, decaying aura grew stronger and stronger on Withered Wood, as if all wood was withering, dying. Withered wood vines extended from his hands, curling toward Lin Feng's body.
Lin Feng stepped forward. His hands trembled, and two balls of blazing flame gathered in his palms. As the withered wood vines shot toward him, he immediately pressed his hands forward, and the withered wood vines were burned to nothingness. As soon as they touched the flames, they were instantly incinerated.
"Such powerful flames." The crowd's eyes narrowed. Countless withered vines shot from Withered Wood's body toward Lin Feng, like sharp swords piercing at him.
"Burn!" Lin Feng's hands trembled, and terrifying flames roared out wildly. Above, the dim sunlight poured down, imprinting on the flames. Any withered wood that touched the flames was immediately burned, without exception.
"Kill!" Withered Wood roared. The space between him and Lin Feng was filled with withered wood, all of it exuding a decaying aura, a dead silence. It was as if it had transformed into a gray, withered world. Besides the endless withered wood vines curling toward Lin Feng, his palms also struck out, carrying a deathly, withered energy. If they hit, a person would likely wither like a tree.
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