Martial Arts Overlord-Chapter 641 - 639: Overwhelming Victory

"Eight strikes!"

The pupils of those near the fighting platform constricted, and their hearts were pounded by colossal waves.

Earlier, the five Sword Shadows attacking in unison had been incredibly powerful. They hadn’t expected that this wasn’t Ye Siyi’s limit.

WHOOSH!

Eight sword lights, like whips, lashed out at Yi Wuxue simultaneously. The air currents they stirred were incomparably sharp, making a sizzling sound.

Yi Wuxue felt a prickling sensation on his skin and his expression turned to horror. He desperately channeled his internal Yuan Qi, causing his longsword to erupt with a dazzling, bloody light.

"Split!"

The blood-light was blinding. Hundreds of Sword Shadows materialized before Yi Wuxue, forming layered screens of swords. The Sword Intent surged skyward, scattering the drifting clouds above.

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!

Ye Siyi’s figure was nowhere to be seen on the platform. Under the incredulous gazes of the crowd, only streaks of azure sword light could be seen shuttling through the air, repeatedly striking the sword screens surrounding Yi Wuxue.

BOOM!

The sword screen blocked six sword lights before shattering violently.

Against Ye Siyi’s razor-sharp Sword Qi, Yi Wuxue’s Splitting Light Cold Flow Sword offered no resistance.

The remaining two sword lights reached him in an instant, pierced through Yi Wuxue’s Protective Gang Energy, and struck hard against his sword.

He spat out a large mouthful of blood. Yi Wuxue’s clothes were torn open by the Qi Force in several places, his body shot backward, and his feet smashed two deep pits into the ground.

Standing dumbfounded, Yi Wuxue’s right hand still gripped his sword, maintaining a defensive posture.

"You’ve lost."

Ye Siyi landed gently back on the ground, sheathed her sword, and turned to leave with an elegant grace.

"Ye Siyi wins!"

The steward overseeing the assessment looked at Ye Siyi in astonishment and announced loudly.

"In the end, Ye Siyi still won!"

A wave of sighs and exclamations swept through the spectator stands.

Ye Siyi’s strength was evident to all. Even against Yi Wuxue, her victory was overwhelming.

"Indeed, she’s deserving of her rank as number one among the ten great young experts. She won just now without even using her Sword Intent. I wonder how powerful she’d be if she used her full strength."

"Her movement technique just now was so baffling that I couldn’t see through any of it."

"Yes, that final sword strike was incredibly fast. Unless one’s Qinggong and perception are astounding, it would be impossible to dodge."

"Instantly splitting into eight figures! I’m afraid no Martial Artist of the same level is Ye Siyi’s match."

Hearing the discussions, a triumphant look appeared on Ye Xiaoshuang’s small face.

Only she knew in her heart that Ye Siyi’s limit wasn’t splitting into eight figures, but fifteen!

He Qin gazed at Ye Siyi’s departing figure, her eyes narrowing slightly. "’Fragrance Without Shadow.’ True to her reputation."

"Her opponent was too weak. She didn’t even use her full strength," Luo Feng commented.

"She hasn’t used her full strength?" Bing Ruolan’s face was etched with surprise.

Zi Hongyuan glanced their way. "Luo Feng, in the next round, your opponents will be Ye Siyi and Yi Wuxue."

"Mm."

Luo Feng nodded calmly.

Seeing this, Zi Hongyuan and Zhou Zhiyun exchanged a puzzled glance; they couldn’t quite fathom Luo Feng.

In the previous duel, both Ye Siyi and Yi Wuxue had demonstrated strength far surpassing that of Xie Xuantong and the others. Neither of them expected Luo Feng to remain so calm.

「After a rest period equivalent to the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, the highly anticipated tenth round of competition began.」

Most of the attention in the square was focused on Luo Feng.

With Yi Wuxue’s defeat, only Luo Feng and Ye Siyi remained qualified to compete for the title of Martial Champion.

The outcome of Luo Feng’s match in this round was crucial.

On the first fighting platform, the middle-aged steward cleared his throat and announced, "First fighting platform: Luo Feng versus Yi Wuxue."

BOOM!

Before the middle-aged steward could finish speaking, Yi Wuxue’s intense gaze swept over the crowd, and the entire square erupted with excitement.

Although Yi Wuxue had been defeated by Ye Siyi, his Splitting Light Sword Screen technique had left a deep impression on everyone.

Luo Feng was a genius who had comprehended the Grand Momentum and remained undefeated so far. Everyone eagerly anticipated their duel.

WHOOSH!

Yi Wuxue was the first to step onto the fighting platform. He looked grimly at Luo Feng. "Luo Feng, get up here."

"Luo Feng, do your best." Bing Ruolan looked at Luo Feng, a hint of worry in her beautiful eyes. She too had crossed swords with Yi Wuxue earlier and had been defeated in a single strike.

Luo Feng nodded silently and landed on the first fighting platform.

From the Xiushui School’s area, Liu Ling watched the two opponents on the platform, lightly biting her red lip. "I wonder who will win. If Luo Feng loses, Senior Sister can directly claim first place on the Martial Champion list."

Liu Changfeng stated coldly, "Luo Feng is no match for Yi Wuxue."

Ye Xiaoshuang, disliking Liu Changfeng’s tone, retorted, "My sister said Luo Feng will definitely win."

"Really? Senior Sister, you think so highly of Luo Feng?" Liu Ling asked in surprise, looking at Ye Siyi beside her.

"We’ll know by watching."

Ye Siyi said calmly, then turned and walked towards the second fighting platform.

Having been defeated by Ye Siyi, Yi Wuxue’s mood was at rock bottom. Seeing Luo Feng take the stage, he sneered coldly.

"Luo Feng, I didn’t expect you to have the courage to come up. Do you really think you can contend for first place in the Martial Champion rankings? Don’t say I’m bullying you; I’ll give you a three-move head start."

Hearing Yi Wuxue’s arrogant laughter, the crowd wasn’t particularly surprised; rather, they found it to be expected.

His fame and reputation qualified him to make such a statement. After all, no matter how strong Luo Feng was, he was still a rising star. There was a considerable gap compared to Yi Wuxue, the second-ranked among the top ten young Martial Artists.

"Yi Wuxue is being too cautious. I reckon giving up ten moves wouldn’t even be a problem for him."

Xie Xuantong had been defeated by Luo Feng, and Xue Wuqing harbored a deep-seated hatred for Luo Feng. He couldn’t resist taunting him now, his gaze flicking intentionally and unintentionally towards Shui Linglong.

Lan Qing, an elder of the Jade Hall, disapproved of Xue Wuqing’s tone and said mildly, "Actually, I favor Luo Feng."

Xue Wuqing’s brow furrowed slightly. He looked at the elder of the Sky Sword Pavilion. "Elder Ning, what do you think?"

The elder from the Sky Sword Pavilion was still fuming over Yi Wuxue’s loss to Ye Siyi. At the question, he shot Luo Feng a look and snorted coldly, his disdain palpable.

Shui Linglong didn’t believe Luo Feng would lose, though she didn’t say it out loud.

On the platform, Luo Feng looked at Yi Wuxue and laughed heartily. "A three-move handicap for me? Yi Wuxue, you think far too highly of yourself."

Just as Yi Wuxue was about to retort, his pupils suddenly dilated. He stared fixedly at Luo Feng, his face a mask of disbelief.

Luo Feng stood his ground. His Purple Sun uniform billowed as if inflated by an invisible Qi Force, rustling audibly. A majestic aura emanated from him, and potent Yuan Qi fluctuations rolled off him in vast, seemingly inexhaustible waves.

"This is—!"

Xue Wuqing shot up from his seat, his face filled with utter disbelief.

"This..."

Lan Qing was also visibly astonished, and the other elders of the Golden Palace all rose from their seats.

Shui Linglong gazed at the young man standing proudly on the platform and slowly exhaled, a look of pleasant surprise in her beautiful eyes.

"Triple stage of the Spiritual Rotation Realm! This can’t be real!"

"Judging by the Yuan Qi fluctuations, it’s absolutely real."

"Luo Feng has actually reached the triple stage of the Spiritual Rotation Realm! So far, both Ye Siyi and Yi Wuxue are only at the peak of the double stage!"

"Incredible!"

The entire Sky Feather Square erupted into an uproar. All eyes were fixed on Luo Feng, faces etched with disbelief.

This year’s Golden Palace assessment featured the most outstanding students in over a decade. None of the top ten young Martial Artists were at the triple stage of the Spiritual Rotation Realm. It was no exaggeration to say that Luo Feng had broken a record that had stood for decades.

Zi Hongyuan’s eyes flashed with joy. He snapped out of his daze a moment later and turned to the elegant young woman beside him, "Bing Ruolan, when did Luo Feng break through to the triple stage of the Spiritual Rotation Realm?"

"I’m not sure."

Bing Ruolan shook her head, her beautiful eyes also gleaming with shock.

"Zi Hongyuan, congratulations." Zhou Zhiyun smiled faintly. With Luo Feng reaching the triple stage of the Spiritual Rotation Realm, he has a very high chance of claiming the top spot in the Martial Champion rankings.

Among everyone present, the most astounded were Luotian, Yang Qing, and Luo Xiao.

The three of them clearly remembered that just two days ago, Luo Feng had still been at the peak of the double stage of the Spiritual Rotation Realm. In a mere two days, he had actually broken through to the triple stage.

While the square was in an uproar, the fighting platform was hardly tranquil.

Yi Wuxue’s face was ashen. He never expected Luo Feng to have concealed his true strength so well, actually reaching the triple stage of the Spiritual Rotation Realm! Luo Feng’s Cultivation far surpassed his own.

From the beginning of the competition until now, Yi Wuxue had never considered Luo Feng a rival. Yet, the current reality felt like a hard slap to his face, deeply unsettling him.

"Luo Feng, don’t think you can be arrogant just because you’ve reached the triple stage of the Spiritual Rotation Realm! Strength isn’t determined by Cultivation alone!"

Shock gave way to violent rage. Yi Wuxue let out a cold cry, leaned forward slightly, and his longsword flashed from its sheath.

"Flowing Shadow Bloody Wind!"

WHOOSH!

With a flick of his blade and a soft hum, the air on the platform roiled. Dozens of blood-red Sword Qi manifestations swept towards Luo Feng, their sharpness intimidating.

"Break!"

Luo Feng smirked and threw a punch. A dazzling, crimson fist projection whistled out, cleanly obliterating the dense, blood-red Sword Qi.

"Yi Wuxue, didn’t you say you were going to give me a three-move handicap? Why the change of heart?"

Having shattered Yi Wuxue’s sword attack with a single punch, Luo Feng asked with a smile.

Yi Wuxue’s eyebrow twitched. Gazing at Luo Feng, his eyes filled with a chilling coldness. A blood-red sword glow extended from his longsword, now an astonishing thirty to forty feet long.

"Splitting Light Sword Screen!"

With a guiding gesture from his left hand, Yi Wuxue’s aura surged powerfully.

BUZZ!

Turbulent energies swept through the square as hundreds of menacing, blood-red Sword Shadows materialized in mid-air, packed densely together.

"Taste defeat!"

The air around him churned. Yi Wuxue pointed his longsword, and the countless Sword Shadows erupted with sharp Sword Qi, coalescing into a Sword Qi tempest that shot towards Luo Feng, its power seemingly unstoppable.

Yi Wuxue knew in his heart that ordinary methods would never be enough to defeat Luo Feng, a Martial Artist at the triple stage of the Spiritual Rotation Realm. Therefore, he unleashed his full power from the very start.

Seeing the overwhelming deluge of Sword Shadows, many people held their breath, eager to see how Luo Feng would counter this move and whether he would use a movement technique to break through, as Ye Siyi had done.

Gazing at the endless rain of Sword Shadows, Luo Feng remained calm. Suddenly, he stepped forward.

"Slash!"

The Rage Flame Knife appeared in Luo Feng’s hand as if from nowhere. A mighty Grand Momentum surged from the blade.

RUMBLE!

A massive Saber Qi descended, seemingly slow yet incredibly fast, like a mountain of blades crashing down, threatening to tear the very space apart.

CRACKLE!

Faced with this saber strike, the boundless Sword Qi offered no resistance, shattering one after another. Yi Wuxue had no time to dodge and was struck by the residual Saber Qi, sent flying backward while vomiting blood.