Chapter 9: The Underworld (Part 2)

Just as the flying sword was about to strike him, he calmly tilted his head to the left, perfectly evading the sword. Huang Quan remained unperturbed; this strike was merely a test, and he had no intention of actually hitting his opponent. He formed a sword gesture with his hand, and with a sharp sound of "Hah!", the sword immediately turned around and flew towards Yang Yifeng's back of the head at a speed twice as fast as before. Yang Yifeng still managed to dodge it nonchalantly. Then, Huang Quan formed a mysterious sword gesture, which Yang Yifeng recognized as a high-level attack technique from the "Shadow Demon Sword Technique", only mastered by those in the Nascent Soul stage. He formed a sword gesture again, and with the same sharp sound of "Hah!", the sword turned around and flew towards Yang Yifeng's back of the head at a speed twice as fast as before. Yang Yifeng still managed to dodge it nonchalantly. Then, Huang Quan formed a mysterious sword gesture, which Yang Yifeng recognized as a high-level attack technique from the "Shadow Demon Sword Technique", only mastered by those in the Nascent Soul stage. He could also perform it, but he could not, as the true essence in his body had already deteriorated. This sword technique relied on the practitioner's magical power for support, continuously launching three thousand six hundred swords at the opponent under the guidance of the practitioner's mind, with each sword faster and more powerful than the last.

Huang Quan hurriedly followed him out, grumbling along the way: "Just right, I've long found you displeasing. I want to see what remarkable qualities this junior disciple recognized by the master possesses!"

Alright, let's do it again. This time, you make the first move

Really, should I take the initiative first

Please, Master Uncle, come again once more

"Once more, Master Uncle," said the one lying on their back.

Yang Yifeng walked back, turned around and said: "I have arrived, pay attention!" As soon as the words fell, Huang Quan focused intently on Yang Yifeng, not even blinking as he stared at him. Just as he noticed Yang Yifeng's shoulder move slightly, before he could react, it was the same sword, the same move, pointed at his throat, and he lost again

A silvery light radiated from Yang Yifeng's dangling right hand, quickly taking the shape of a sword, and then the light dissipated. At this moment, Yang Yifeng was holding a three-foot-long silver sword, which appeared quite ordinary. Huang Quan felt that the Yang Yifeng holding the sword was different from the one just now, but he could not pinpoint how. At that moment, Yang Yifeng swung the sword horizontally, effortlessly deflecting Huang Quan's flying sword and breaking his technique. Huang Quan was taken aback; if this method of breaking was employed by someone with higher magical power, it would be understandable. However, Yang Yifeng was clearly only at the early stage of the Nascent Soul, yet he had managed to deflect a flying sword from someone at the late stage of the Nascent Soul, which also contained eight layers of his magical power.

It seems that Huang Quan is truly preparing to take action. At this moment, Yang Yifeng is moving back and forth within the sword net, his movements still so graceful and agile. After two hundred swords, Yang Yifeng keeps nodding; this guy indeed has some skills, no wonder he is so arrogant. Watching the streams of sword light and sword energy surrounding him, he has had enough of the game.

Come again—"Oh dear" the dog eats feces

In the woods outside the town, Yang Yifeng and Huang Quan stood on opposite sides, gazing at each other. This was the first time Yang Yifeng had made a move since arriving in this world and creating the "Void Condensing Sword Technique," as well as his first competition with another person. However, Yang Yifeng felt no excitement; he was extremely calm, standing quietly as he felt the gentle breeze brush past his face, savoring the fragrance of the flowers and grass in the air, and extending his mind to communicate with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. Huang Quan, standing opposite him, initially locked onto Yang Yifeng with his spiritual sense, but after a while, he realized that Yang Yifeng had vanished. Looking at his opponent, who wore a playful expression, he felt a sense of disdain directed at him. This was a humiliation, and unable to contain himself, he unleashed his flying sword, launching it towards Yang Yifeng. As the flying sword approached, Yang Yifeng remained utterly unfazed.

The first level of "Void Condensation Sword Technique" grants nothing but speed! There are no extravagant spell attacks or dazzling sword energies shooting forth. It is restrained, completely restrained, concentrating all power into the sword without the slightest waste. The greater the condensed power, the faster the speed, and the more terrifying the attack.

Then— I do not believe it! "Bang!" The person was sent flying out.

I am about to make my move. Yang Yifeng reminded, as he began to mobilize his sword energy, dodging while muttering, I wonder how many swords this guy can withstand? I hope he can endure several more swords.

"Stop daydreaming, I'm here," Yang Yifeng said, and then he moved. When he reappeared, the silver-white three-foot-three sword was already resting against Huang Quan's neck

Every time it is the same, the same move and the same style. This is Yang Yifeng's "Void Sword Condensation Technique"! Because the sword's elemental force is too domineering, it cannot utilize flying swords to kill from a thousand miles away. However, Yang Yifeng's sword is condensed from spiritual energy, which then merges with his body, representing the initial stage of the unity of man and nature. Although he cannot use flying swords, what he gains in return is speed! Unparalleled speed! In the world of martial arts, nothing is unbreakable, only speed is unbreakable. This principle applies universally. It is well known that flying swords face resistance when moving through the air, obstructed by various spiritual energies in the atmosphere. Yet for Yang Yifeng, after merging body and sword, he is the spiritual energy, and the spiritual energy is him. When he moves, there is no resistance at all, and by mobilizing the sword's elemental force, he can further accelerate his speed.

Yes

Huang Quan only felt that Yang Yifeng was running towards him, but as soon as he moved, he disappeared. Then he saw Yang Yifeng's face, adorned with a wicked smile, appear before him, the three-foot-long sword already resting against his neck. He had lost, inexplicably lost.

"Nephew, have you seen clearly? Do you want to try again?" Yang Yifeng asked casually