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Chapter Twenty-Seven: Sword Flower - Not Beautiful
In the Arena of the Training Ground, the battle was fierce. The two fighters were evenly matched, and before they knew it, half an hour had passed.
Lin Feng thought to himself that his guess was indeed correct. Shen Yumen had also practiced Physical Strength. Although he couldn't be sure how much Physical Strength Shen Yumen had cultivated, it was certainly in the thousands.
On the surface, it seemed that Lin Feng and Shen Yumen had comparable strength. However, Lin Feng relied on the Stone Pearl for his training, which meant that his Vital Energy was more robust than that of others. When he unleashed his Cultivation, he displayed greater power than others at the same Foundation level. If someone with a first-level Cultivation could exert five thousand pounds of force, Lin Feng's first-level Cultivation could exert at least eight thousand pounds. In such a situation, if he still couldn't subdue Shen Yumen, it meant that Shen Yumen was relying solely on his own Physical Strength.
"I can't get entangled with him any longer. If I don't take him down before my Cultivation runs out, I will definitely lose."
With this thought in mind, Lin Feng's offensive did not diminish; instead, it became even more ferocious. Earlier, he had held back somewhat and avoided striking at Shen Yumen's vital points. But now, Lin Feng no longer considered such restraint. Winning was the only truth.
Shen Yumen felt a surge of fear; after all, he had cultivated nearly six thousand pounds of Physical Strength—a fact unknown to others and his trump card. Six thousand pounds of Physical Strength was equivalent to a first-level Foundation Cultivation.
"Lin Feng is too powerful. I can't keep fighting him like this; I should focus on defense and wear down his Cultivation." Shen Yumen finally realized that his initial strategy was correct but had been misled by Lin Feng's words.
Shen Yumen attempted to retreat and focus on defense. However, Lin Feng gave him no opportunity at all. With the Angry Dragon Fist unleashed, Lin Feng stayed within two punches' distance of Shen Yumen. Their hands clashed continuously without pause.
Lin Feng struck ruthlessly, targeting joints and the neck. Each punch was fast, steady, precise, and fierce. He treated Shen Yumen like a ferocious beast.
The match turned into a life-and-death struggle; Shen Yumen felt extremely uncomfortable and pressured from all sides. As soon as he was forced to defend against various joint attacks and failed to respond in time, Lin Feng seized the opportunity to land a heavy blow to Shen Yumen's chest. In just a short while, Shen Yumen had already endured seven punches.
He felt a tightness in his chest as if he were struggling to breathe. With the eighth punch landing squarely on his chest, Shen Yumen could no longer contain himself and spat out blood with a splatter.
But he had no time to wipe away the blood from the corner of his mouth because Lin Feng gave him no respite. Blood trickled down from Shen Yumen's mouth to his neck, staining his white robe—a stark contrast.
"Shen Yumen is injured?"
"A sixth-level Cultivation being hurt by a second-level? This is unbelievable."
Outer Disciples were left speechless.
"Well done," Lin Yun finally felt a glimmer of hope as the moment of The Clouds Part to Reveal the Bright Moon arrived. What he had thought would be an inevitable defeat seemed to be turning in his favor.
"Lin Feng, you did great! Lin Feng, you are my pride!" Lin Yun suddenly became excited, shifting his focus to cheering for his teammate.
Across from him, Fei Ze could no longer maintain his smug smile. What he had expected to be a quick match had turned into an unpredictable situation.
"Shen Yumen, you absolutely cannot lose," Fei Ze silently prayed.
Ever since Shen Yumen had taken a hit, he had been on the receiving end of continuous blows, his defense weakening with each strike. In this close-quarters combat, especially one that was life-and-death, Shen Yumen's fighting experience paled in comparison to that of Lin Feng.
"Lin Feng, your strikes are ruthless. Are you trying to kill me?" Shen Yumen shouted angrily.
"I just want to win. If Foundation is not as good as yours, I have no other choice," Lin Feng replied directly, his speed of attack showing no signs of slowing down. In truth, if Lin Feng truly wanted to go for the kill, Shen Yumen would have already been severely injured. Each time he forced Shen Yumen to show a weakness, he aimed for Shen Yumen's chest. If he had targeted Shen Yumen's joints instead, the outcome would have been drastically different.
Miaomiao watched quietly for a while, and at this point, her frown began to ease. "Hey, Lin Feng, does your brutal training method make your Cultivation different from others? Otherwise, with Shen Yumen’s full cultivation and several thousand pounds of Physical Strength, the gap between you two should be five thousand pounds. But now it seems like you are nearly on the same level. The only explanation is that while others increase their strength by five thousand pounds with each level of cultivation, every level of your Foundation seems to equate to around eight thousand pounds."
"If that's the case, my earlier worries were unfounded. You have a trump card and didn't tell me—how infuriating!" Miaomiao complained, though her face lit up with a smile at seeing Lin Feng gain the upper hand.
The battle on the Arena of the Training Ground seemed to be nearing its conclusion. Shen Yumen was retreating steadily, almost powerless to fight back. The blood he coughed up stained his white robe red, a shocking sight.
Just when everyone thought the outcome was certain, an unexpected turn of events occurred.
From his storage bag, Shen Yumen pulled out a Sharp Sword. As the sword suddenly appeared, if it weren't for Lin Feng's timely dodge, he would have nearly been stabbed in the chest.
"Can weapons still be used?"
"It seems not."
"Does this count as a violation?"
As Shen Yumen appeared with his Sharp Sword, the discussions among the Outer Disciples grew even more intense.
In the Inner Sect Disciples Competition of Solitary Moon City, very few people used weapons; in fact, it had never happened before. Because in the Foundation Realm, what was tested was the foundation itself. The martial arts techniques practiced were primarily focused on hand-to-hand combat.
However, just because it had never happened didn't mean it was prohibited.
Lin Feng looked at the Head Elder and asked, "Can weapons be used?"
"Each relies on their own abilities; it's all about winning or losing," the Head Elder replied succinctly.
Lin Feng took out his only weapon, a dagger that looked very ordinary.
"You think hand-to-hand combat is my trump card? You're mistaken. To force me to this extent means you are a worthy opponent," Shen Yumen said, finally taking a moment to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, revealing a cruel smile.
At that moment, Shen Yumen's heart was filled with killing intent, even though killing was not allowed here.
"Come again."
Shen Yumen roared in anger, wielding his Sharp Sword to unleash dazzling Sword Flowers. Each of these Sword Flowers contained Vital Energy Power and surged toward Lin Feng. Lin Feng dodged with all his might, but there were too many Sword Flowers. He had no choice but to block them with his dagger.
Clang...
Lin Feng's dagger clashed with the Sharp Sword, ultimately being sliced in two. The dagger was already short, and now it was even shorter, rendering it unusable.
"What a sharp sword."
This was something Lin Feng had not anticipated; he never expected his dagger to be so fragile in front of the Sharp Sword. At the moment the dagger was severed, several Sword Flowers struck Lin Feng's chest.
Sizzle...
With the sound of tearing fabric, each Sword Flower ripped through Lin Feng's clothing and even cut into his flesh. Fortunately, Lin Feng's body was exceptionally sturdy, and the wounds were not deep.
"I didn't expect your body to be so tough. With this strike, I could even slice through a ferocious beast's belly."
Shen Yumen felt somewhat surprised, but he had no intention of stopping his assault. Earlier, Lin Feng had been relentless when he had the upper hand; now it was Shen Yumen's turn.
Originally, this sword was meant for someone named Miaomiao.
The attack continued, and Shen Yumen conjured more and more Sword Flowers, nearly surrounding Lin Feng. Lin Feng dodged with all his might, not daring to rely on his physical strength to withstand the blows. At that moment, he resembled a rat scurrying for cover, looking extremely disheveled.
Shen Yumen's cultivation level was already above Lin Feng's, and he possessed significantly more Vital Energy. Moreover, the Sharp Sword in Shen Yumen's hand was clearly no ordinary weapon; it must have been a magical artifact of some grade.
"Second-Grade Magical Artifact," someone remarked, recognizing its quality.
The primary difference between magical artifacts and ordinary weapons is that magical artifacts are forged by Cultivators. Ordinary weapons can be crafted by blacksmiths. When Cultivators forge magical artifacts, they use materials imbued with power, resulting in weapons that possess extraordinary abilities; thus, they are called magical artifacts. In the world of Cultivators, magical artifacts are ranked from one to nine, with nine being the highest. The greater one's cultivation level, the more powerful the magical artifact becomes.
A second-grade weapon contains inherent power; combined with Shen Yumen's own cultivation level, Lin Feng felt confident in his physical strength but did not believe he could withstand the onslaught of these Sword Flowers.
He had no weapon to block with. The sheer number of Sword Flowers made it impossible for Lin Feng to evade them all.
Zzzzz...
Countless tearing sounds echoed around. Lin Feng's body was increasingly marked with wounds, and after a short while, he was nearly covered in them. Blood flowed from his injuries, staining his coarse clothing red.
"This Shen Yumen actually knows swordsmanship."
"And the Sharp Sword in his hand is not an ordinary weapon like the dagger Lin Feng wields; it's a magical treasure, a Second-Grade Magical Artifact."
"This match is getting more and more exciting."
The Inner Sect Disciples murmured among themselves.
Fortunately, a Foundation Realm Cultivator wielding a Second-Grade Magical Artifact could not unleash its full power, which would instead quickly deplete their own cultivation.
Shen Yumen understood this, but he still had confidence in defeating Lin Feng before his cultivation ran out.
Lin Feng was in a desperate situation, dodging continuously as the Sword Flowers cut into his body. He felt a burning pain all over, completely unable to fight back.
"Should I summon the Ancient Cauldron? I don't know what level of treasure it is; will bringing it out cause trouble?" Lin Feng thought rapidly, trying to find a way out of this predicament.
"Lin Feng..." Miaomiao called out anxiously, her heart aching at the sight of Lin Feng covered in wounds. She realized she had changed; she was now deeply concerned about him and worried for his safety.
She remembered when she first entered the waterfall to cultivate; seeing Lin Feng injured would make her worried but not heartbroken.
Could this be what they called affection?
Miaomiao wanted to rush over to help, but the rules forbade it. She wished for Lin Feng to concede, but she knew he would never do that. Searching her body, she found that she had no suitable weapon either. Weapons had never been her focus.
As they left Qingshan Town, Lin Xiao wanted to give his large sword to Miaomiao for self-defense. It was a Second-Grade Magical Artifact, the most precious treasure of her father. Miaomiao didn't want to take something so dear to her father, so she refused.
Now, Miaomiao deeply regretted that despite her cultivation, she was unable to help.
"Lin Feng, you can do it!" Miaomiao suddenly cupped her hands around her mouth and shouted towards Lin Feng with all her might. Her eyes glistened with unshed tears.
Lin Feng heard Miaomiao's call and saw the worry etched on her face. He nodded at her, signaling that he was fine.
"Yes, I can do it. How can I protect my Miaomiao if I am so powerless?"
Lin Feng endured the pain from Sword Flower's injury, remaining silent and bearing it quietly. Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck him as he thought of a strategy to confront the enemy.
(Everyone guess how he will face the enemy? The previous text has laid the groundwork. To amaze Lin Feng, this battle will have twists and turns, constantly changing. Please recommend, bookmark, and leave comments; thank you.)
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