Chapter 907: Fierce Battle

As the漫天 sword shadows dissipated, the white serpent shadow also shattered with a boom, and Hao Feng staggered out from it, his face full of shock.

Before he could steady himself, Han Li moved like a ghost, instantly closing in on him, and pointed his right finger at his heart, the fingertip blazing with white light.

A sharp, immense force erupted from his fingertip, and wherever it passed, the void let out a piercing shriek.

Hao Feng's heart tightened; if Han Li's finger struck him, even with his True Extremity Membrane protecting him, his body would likely be pierced through with a large hole.

Thinking quickly, he shook the Green Serpent Sword in his hand, transforming it into over a dozen sword shadows that coiled toward Han Li's arm.

Han Li's arm was as hard as metal and stone; he did not expect this strike to injure his opponent, only to buy a little time.

Who would have thought that at the last moment, Han Li would abruptly change the direction of his finger, lightning-fast reaching into the sword shadows, precisely clamping the Green Serpent Sword between two fingers, and twisting his wrist.

A surge of immense force came, Hao Feng's tiger's mouth burned, and the Green Serpent Sword was instantly sent flying from his hand. His shock deepened, and white light blazed from his feet as he transformed into a white phantom, shooting backward.

At the same time, he suddenly raised his left hand.

A puff of green light shot out from his sleeve—a cluster of dark green fine needles—raining down on Han Li below.

Each needle shimmered with viscous green light, clearly coated with potent poison.

Han Li did not dare be careless; he raised his left hand slightly and suddenly slapped out.

A terrifying force surged forth, like a raging tide sweeping through.

Those dark green fine needles, struck by this force, were easily blown away and extinguished.

Not only that, but this force flew forward like a meteor, incredibly fast, and with the limited space of the Mystic Battle Platform, it instantly caught up with Hao Feng and pressed down like a mountain.

Before the force even landed on him, Hao Feng's breath caught, and he was greatly alarmed, knowing he could not escape. So he let out a loud shout, white light blazing from his mystic acupoints all over his body, and clenched his fists, punching out side by side with a fierce smash.

The void trembled violently, emitting a thunderous roar!

Hao Feng's whole body shook violently, a rich flush spreading across his face, and he staggered back several steps before steadying himself.

A green flash, and the Green Serpent Sword appeared before his neck, its dark green blade pressed against the skin of his throat, causing the hairs on his neck to stand on end.

Hao Feng's expression stiffened, then he gave a wry smile and raised his hand, saying, “Hao admits defeat.”

Hao Feng had just been gaining the upper hand, but the situation took a sudden turn for the worse, and he was abruptly defeated. The crowd below was momentarily stunned, unable to react, then burst into exclamations of surprise.

"This round, Li Feiyu wins!" The thin, elderly man also revealed a hint of surprise in his eyes and announced the result in a raised voice.

"You yield," Han Li nodded slightly to Hao Feng and handed the Green Serpent Sword back to him.

"You must have opened more than seventy-two orifices. Just what level of strength have you reached?" Hao Feng's expression was full of complexity as he suddenly asked.

Han Li smiled faintly, did not reply, and turned to walk off the platform.

Hao Feng looked at Han Li's back, sighed, put away the Green Serpent Sword, and silently walked down from the Mystic Combat Platform.

On the distant high platform, Chen Yang, Qin Yuan, and others had long been watching the competition on the Li-character Mystic Combat Platform. Seeing this scene, their expressions all changed.

The difference was that Chen Yang was full of surprise and delight, while Qin Yuan's face was ashen.

"Fellow Daoist Qin, are the Mystic Combatants of our Qingyang City adequate?" Chen Yang looked at Qin Yuan and said with a faint smile.

"It's just a small victory in one round. What's there to be proud of? Cough, cough, cough..." Qin Yuan took a deep breath, barely managed to recover his composure, and then coughed violently.

Chen Yang ignored his words, and his smile grew even brighter.

Ever since the Five Cities Martial Meet began, he had been ridiculed by the other city lords, and now he finally felt vindicated.

"Hehe, I never expected Fellow Daoist Chen to have hidden such an expert," Sun Tu looked at Chen Yang, a strange glint flashing in his eyes, and said with a smile.

On the other side, Fu Jian's expression also turned somewhat serious, and his gaze shifted to Chen Yang.

"City Lord Sun Tu flatters me. Li Feiyu's strength is only average, far inferior to the many experts under your command. It was just luck," Chen Yang said with a chuckle.

Hearing this, a flash of anger flickered in Qin Yuan's eyes.

Any discerning person could see that the second-ranked expert under Xuanzhi City had lost to Han Li. Chen Yang's words were no less than a harsh slap in the face to Xuanzhi City.

"Fellow Daoist Chen is too modest. This Li Feiyu of your city is very strong. Even Fang Chan might not dare to claim certain victory," Sun Tu's eyes flickered as he said with a smile.

"Fellow Daoist Chen, this Li Feiyu under your command is quite skilled, but I didn't see him in the last martial meet. Is he a newcomer?" E Kuai, who had been sitting quietly, suddenly asked.

"Yes. He joined my Qingyang City just a few decades ago," Chen Yang replied honestly, not daring to speak frivolously to E Kuai.

E Kuai nodded silently upon hearing this.

Seeing this, the others also fell silent and cast their gazes around once more.

……

Han Li descended from the Mystic Combat Platform. The onlookers nearby looked at him with awe and respect, parting to make way for him.

Gu Qianxun, Xuanyuan Xing, Du Long, Yao Li, and several others from Qingyang City were standing below the platform. Seeing Han Li come down, they hurriedly went up to greet him.

“Brother Li, I never imagined your strength to be so formidable, even Hao Feng is no match for you!” Gu Qianxun said with a smile, her phoenix eyes sparkling.

“I merely got lucky. You flatter me, Brother Gu.” Han Li replied with a faint smile.

Xuanyuan Xing and the others also offered their congratulations, and Han Li responded to each in turn.

Yao Li looked at Han Li with an extremely complex expression.

The Han Li she had always looked down upon turned out to be so powerful. Recalling her previous arrogant attitude toward him, she felt ashamed and offered a quiet word of congratulations as well.

Han Li nodded to Yao Li with a smile, not taking her previous attitude to heart.

Seeing this, Yao Li secretly breathed a sigh of relief, while a strange feeling stirred within her.

“Brother Li’s victory is an auspicious start. I wonder how Brother Yi is faring. Let’s go take a look.” Gu Qianxun said, walking toward the Dui-number Mystic Combat Platform not far away.

The others followed suit. Han Li’s expression shifted slightly, and he also walked over.

On the Dui-number Mystic Combat Platform, two figures were locked in combat, occasionally producing loud clangs of metal striking metal. They were locked in fierce battle, and they were none other than Feng Wuchen and Yi Liya.

This was Han Li’s first time witnessing Yi Liya in combat. Over a hundred acupoints on his body were flashing, even a few more than Hao Feng.

The cultivation technique Yi Liya practiced also leaned toward speed. He had opened fifty or sixty acupoints on his legs, making his movement extremely fast—now appearing ahead, now behind, as elusive as a ghost.

In his hand, he held a pitch-black long whip. As he wielded it, streaks of whip shadows, straight or curved, surged like rolling clouds toward Feng Wuchen, truly unpredictable.

Han Li raised an eyebrow and slowly nodded.

Setting aside Yi Liya’s character, his strength was indeed formidable, worthy of the title of second expert in Qingyang City.

However, his opponent Feng Wuchen was even more powerful.

If Yi Liya’s movement was like a ghost, Feng Wuchen was like a gust of wind—coming without shadow, leaving without trace, sometimes gentle, sometimes violent.

No matter how fiercely Yi Liya attacked, Feng Wuchen easily evaded him.

The willow-leaf thin sword in Feng Wuchen’s hand was even more changeable; the blade would extend and retract like a viper’s tongue, constantly probing the gaps in Yi Liya’s whip, throwing him into disarray.

At this moment, Yi Liya’s clothes were torn in several places, with faint traces of blood. If not for his own speed, he would have already been defeated.

Although at a disadvantage, he still attacked with all his might, showing no sign of retreat.

“It seems Yi Liya is more likely to lose this battle. But he mentioned earlier that he had some preparations. I wonder what means he has and whether they will be effective.” Han Li’s expression remained unchanged, but his mind stirred.

He could tell at a glance that Yi Liya was not hiding his strength but was going all out, yet he still could not defeat Feng Wuchen, who had not even used his full power. To turn the tide, he would have to rely on other methods.

Gu Qianxun and the others also looked quite solemn.

Although Yi Liya had not treated them well before, they were all from Qingyang City. Naturally, they hoped Yi Liya would win over Feng Wucen.

Tu Gang and the others were standing below the platform. When they saw Gu Qianxun and the others arrive, they only glanced at them briefly before turning their attention nervously back to the platform.

At that moment, a fierce glint flashed in Yi Liya’s eyes. He swung his arm, and the black long whip suddenly straightened, like an extremely long sword, sweeping toward Feng Wuchen with lightning speed.

Feng Wuchen tapped the ground with his foot, and his body drifted lightly like a willow branch, barely brushing past the black whip. The willow-leaf thin sword in his hand slid down along the whip, seeming slow but actually fast, slashing toward Yi Liya’s hand.

Startled but not panicked, Yi Liya immediately shot backward. At the same time, he flicked his wrist, and the straightened whip instantly coiled like a snake, wrapping around Feng Wuchen’s arm and body.

“A mere trick!” Feng Wuchen sneered. His body swayed left and right, then vanished into thin air.

The black whip coiled around nothing, instead pulling Yi Liya off balance.

The next moment, Feng Wuchen’s figure appeared out of nowhere behind Yi Liya. The willow-leaf thin sword blurred, and taking advantage of Yi Liya’s instability, he struck nine times in succession at an incredible speed.

At such close range, all nine strikes broke through the True Extremity Membrane around Yi Liya’s body and landed solidly on him.

But then something astonishing happened: after receiving nine sword strikes, Yi Liya was only knocked back two steps, otherwise unharmed.

Seeing this, even Feng Wuchen was momentarily stunned.

At that moment, a fierce light blazed in Yi Liya’s eyes. He swung his arm, and the black long whip trembled violently, transforming into dozens of whip shadows. These shadows then turned into dozens of black circles of various sizes, swiftly entangling Feng Wuchen.

An overwhelmingly powerful force radiated from these black circles, instantly enveloping the entire Mystic Combat Platform. The sky suddenly darkened, and the surrounding void seemed to be drawn inward by these black whip shadows, collapsing inward.

In an instant, sand and stones flew around the Mystic Combat Platform, the world changed color, and it seemed as if the area within a hundred zhang had turned into a deadly domain. The onlookers nearby were greatly alarmed and hurriedly retreated outward.