King of Hundred Victories Saber

Chapter 12: Chapter 10: Wise and Courageous

After Shi Feiyang swiftly dispatched a group of bandits, he leaped forward, gripping his saber to take Liu Dayou’s place and began to clash with Jiang Fang.

Liu Dayou had not anticipated that just as he was about to meet his end in the boundless snowy plain, an exceptionally skilled and elegant young man would suddenly appear, reaching out a helping hand.

The young hero before him moved with agility, seamless as flowing clouds and running water, as if merged with the icy, snowy world around.

Every strike he made was perfectly timed, as though he had foreseen every step his opponent would take.

His gaze was resolute and calm, as if in this frozen world, he was the true master.

At that moment, Shi Feiyang’s posture appeared particularly upright in the wind and snow, each movement embodying strength and beauty, his eyes brimming with a composed, confident gleam.

Liu Dayou stood to the side, panting as he gazed at the young hero who aided him, an unspeakable wave of gratitude surged through his heart. Shi Feiyang’s arrival was like a dazzling dawn, completely dispelling the dense despair in Liu Dayou’s heart.

At this moment, the footprints Shi Feiyang left in the snow, of varying depths, precisely tread upon the nodes of fate. Instantly, Liu Dayou’s heart filled with gratitude for Shi Feiyang; he deeply understood that had it not been for the timely assistance of this young hero, he would have long become a cold, stiff corpse on this frigid, bone-chilling snowplain.

Now, this young hero, seemingly descended from the heavens, not only saved his life but also granted him an opportunity to reevaluate his life, to rethink and perceive the meaning of life anew.

In this vast, boundless snowy plain, Liu Dayou’s heart rekindled hope and anticipation for the future. He felt an unprecedented power, a flame of hope that could burn regardless of the coldest, harshest conditions.

This force seemed to silently tell him that no matter how difficult a predicament is, as long as there is hope in the heart, one can always find a path forward.

Clang! In a flash of light and lightning, Shi Feiyang, with his masterful Hundred Victories Saber Technique, landed several slashes on Jiang Fang. Sparks scattered as Shi Feiyang’s saber struck Jiang Fang as if cutting into hard rock or an unyielding wall of bronze, yet Jiang Fang remained unharmed.

Jiang Fang, seeing this, laughed proudly, filled with self-satisfaction.

He leaned on his mastery of the Martial Arts—Iron Shirt and Golden Bell Shield, still keeping the pair of Wu Yue Hooks strapped to his back, responding bare-handed against Shi Feiyang’s Myanmar Saber.

He completely disregarded the handsome youth before him, as if mocking Shi Feiyang’s helplessness.

Witnessing this scene, Liu Dayou’s heart sank.

He never expected that the youth hero’s saber technique was so fierce, yet still unable to wound Jiang Fang in the slightest.

Alas! Liu Dayou couldn’t help but sigh in his heart. He looked at Shi Feiyang’s determined gaze and couldn’t help but feel puzzled why such a superior saber technique couldn’t break through Jiang Fang’s defense.

Jiang Fang’s Iron Shirt and Golden Bell Shield seemed to be an impenetrable barrier, rendering Shi Feiyang’s attacks ineffective.

Liu Dayou couldn’t help but recall the legends in the Jianghu about Jiang Fang; his mastery of the Iron Shirt and Golden Bell Shield was said to be so consummate that even the sharpest swords could not leave a mark on him.

And at this moment, although Shi Feiyang’s saber technique was fierce, it seemed unable to find a flaw in Jiang Fang’s defense. Liu Dayou silently lamented that perhaps the outcome of this battle was already destined, and no matter how hard the young hero tried, he could hardly break through Jiang Fang’s impregnable defense.

Faced with Jiang Fang’s mocking laughter, Shi Feiyang responded with a cold sneer, then harnessed the power of the Bright Jade Technique within him, suppressing his anger, maintaining calm, and continued to wield the saber against Jiang Fang.

In an instant, Shi Feiyang’s skin turned crystalline, like fine jade, his inner strength was contained instead of erupting outwards, the True Qi within him forming a powerful vortex of suction, as if a magnet attracting iron, firmly binding Jiang Fang, drawing his internal energy.

Jiang Fang was greatly astonished, the rapid change in the battle was unexpected; at this moment, trying to draw the pair of Wu Yue Hooks from his back was already too late, he could only throw his all into it, his palms swift as the wind, his Palm Technique sharp as blades, his fists heavy as hammers, each strike lethal, even if both perish, he was determined not to let Shi Feiyang succeed.

Gradually, the exterior of Shi Feiyang’s skin became more translucent, appearing as if shrouded in a cold mist of white ice, the horrifying chill generated by his True Qi reached the very core of Jiang Fang’s heart.

Under the attack of Shi Feiyang’s Bright Jade Technique, Jiang Fang’s breath became disordered, his steps started to falter slightly, his entire body grew cold, it became difficult to parry, block, and even breathe.

Meanwhile, Shi Feiyang’s saber technique prowess grew more formidable, swift and sharp, every swing full of matchless power and speed.

His saber technique was like a storm, dazzling, each flash of the saber carrying a deadly threat.

In his match against Jiang Fang, Shi Feiyang skillfully exploited each of his opponent’s weaknesses, whether in their body or mind, fully discerning them. In the fierce battle, Jiang Fang’s breathing gradually faltered, his internal power gradually drained by Shi Feiyang, losing the ability to counterattack, he could only passively respond to Shi Feiyang’s fierce assault.

This was precisely the opportunity Shi Feiyang was waiting for, a tactically crafted plan, fully aware that in battle, timing is crucial.

In the ancient ”Tai Xuan Jing,” the method to break the Iron Shirt and Golden Bell Shield is recorded; the key lies in the moment of the opponent’s breath change.

Shi Feiyang had long mastered this, integrating these ancient wisdoms into his martial arts.

Thus, Shi Feiyang without hesitation seized this opportunity, the Myanmar Saber in his hand swirling into a bright saber light, directly targeting Jiang Fang’s vital point. Jiang Fang saw this, terror-stricken, hastily retracting his strikes to defend, yet it was too late.

Shi Feiyang’s saber light slashed like lightning, in an instant leaving a deep, long wound on Jiang Fang’s neck, blood gushing out.

Jiang Fang’s body swayed, issuing a heartrending scream, his eyes filled with shock and unwillingness, finally collapsing into the snow with eyes wide open. Yet Shi Feiyang stood proudly, like a War God, demonstrating his unparalleled martial skills and wisdom.

The surrounding Escort Masters and the group of elders and children cheered excitedly, they were finally completely saved! The faces of these elders and children beamed with joy and gratitude, if not for Shi Feiyang’s timely appearance and brave battle, they might have met their end long ago.

This battle made Shi Feiyang the hero in their hearts.