This youth might not be a ninth-stage Dragon Ascension Realm cultivator, but he was actually ranked fourth in the True Martial Academy. He was even stronger than Zhou Haoyu. He was Bu Feng, a genius cultivator specializing in the power of wind. He had a history of pretending to be weak so he could catch his opponent off guard. He might be young, and his cultivation level might not be the highest, but he was able to unleash a combat strength that n.o.body could underestimate.
It was said that he was the last disciple of a grand elder from the True Martial Academy. After a year or two, he would be able to enter the ninth stage and become one of the top disciples in the academy.
He was a sword user, and different from the sword of righteousness Baili Yixiao cultivated, he cultivated the sword of speed. There was the saying that only speed was unrivaled, and he had pushed his speed to his very limits.
Even Dugu Qiubai had personally remarked that Bu Feng would be a decent opponent if the two actually had the same cultivation level. Instead of challenging Jiang Qi, who was the weakest among the stage defenders, or Jiu Tian, who was the most dazzling existence among all four defenders, he had challenged Xiang Shaoyun. Was it because he was looking down on Xiang Shaoyun?
Bu Feng did not have a tall frame, and he cut his hair short. He had a stout face where traces of baby fat could still be found. Because of that, he did not look like someone in his 20s. A sword hung on his back, and he was clad in a gorgeous outfit that made him look like the scion of a wealthy family.
Bu Feng and Xiang Shaoyun stared at each other, and there seemed to be sparks where their gazes met.
“Bu Feng has really decided to act. He has actually chosen Xiang Shaoyun as his opponent. I wonder if he will win.”
“Are you stupid? Bu Feng’s strength is second only to the Little Overlord. He is definitely capable of defeating Xiang Shaoyun. n.o.body can stop his sword of speed.
“True. His sword of speed can’t even be detected. Without saint armor, one will be completely helpless against him.”
“Be that as it may, Bu Feng is still not at the ninth stage, so there is still a gap between him and Xiang Shaoyun. This will probably be an interesting battle.”
The many disciples started speculating about the fight between Xiang Shaoyun and Bu Feng, with many of the True Martial Academy hoping to see Bu Feng victorious.
With a genial smile on his face, Bu Feng said, “I can feel that you have a decent power of wind within you. Therefore, I’m here.”
“Sure. Let’s start,” said Xiang Shaoyun with a nod.
Xiang Shaoyun would underestimate no opponent, let alone this opponent who was giving off a different feeling. Although Bu Feng was only a peak eighth-stage Dragon Ascension Realm cultivator, Xiang Shaoyun could sense that his opponent had a much higher combat strength than just eighth-stage Dragon Ascension Realm.
“You really want me to make a move? I’m very fast,” said Bu Feng with a slightly embarra.s.sed tone. Anyone who saw his current harmless appearance would not think he was a genius cultivator.
“Yes. This will be your sole chance to make a move,” said Xiang Shaoyun confidently.
“Sure, here I come,” said Bu Feng as he drew his sword without hesitation.
He moved like a lion pouncing on a rabbit. His sword instantly stabbed toward Xiang Shaoyun’s chest.
Before Xiang Shaoyun could even blink, the tip of the sword arrived before his chest. All his hair rose on end in alarm. Fortunately, he had the Phantom s.h.i.+ft technique that allowed him to instantaneously move away from the attack. Just as he was about to launch his counterattack, Bu Feng’s second attack arrived in the form of a horizontal slash as though he was reading Xiang Shaoyun’s new location.
Xiang Shaoyun’s pupils shrank as he bent backward to avoid the swing. Because of that, he lost the initiative and allowed Bu Feng to continue raining a storm of attacks down on him. Each swing of Bu Feng’s sword carried an unfathomably sharp sword energy and contained a domineering wind energy. Furthermore, his swords were incredibly swift and hard to guard against.
The sword of speed was so fast that even Xiang Shaoyun couldn’t cleanly avoid them all. Wounds started appearing on his body. Xiang Shaoyun had never imagined that someone could be so fast. The sword seemed to be everywhere, and each attack connected with the other smoothly, not giving him any chance to do anything at all.
Fortunately, Bu Feng was a stage lower than him in cultivation. He wondered if he would already be seriously injured if they both had the same cultivation level. Of course, that did not mean that Xiang Shaoyun would be defeated. He was, in fact, fast enough to keep up with Bu Feng. He just hadn’t been given a chance to display his speed.
Bu Feng had started cultivating the sword of speed since he was three, and he had cultivated it for over 20 years now. It was the only focus of his cultivation. He never learned any overly complicated battle technique, and he had a firm belief in the prowess of pure speed.
And in truth, he had also achieved numerous unbelievable feats relying on his sword of speed. Ultimately, he caught the attention of the seniors in the True Martial Academy. Anything could display a terrifying might once cultivated to the extreme limits.
Xiang Shaoyun repeatedly retreated with six Goldplates all around him. Numerous sword strikes landed, creating numerous sparks as the Goldplates blocked the attacks.
No matter what, Bu Feng’s cultivation level was still lower than his, which was why Xiang Shaoyun could protect himself with his defensive technique. But that did not mean that Bu Feng would give up on attacking. He sent out 36 in a flash, each attack landing on the exact same spot. In fact, it almost seemed like all 36 had arrived at the same time.
What he did was almost unimaginable. One ought to know that there would be gaps in between the attacks of a sword wielder. However, Bu Feng could actually have all his attacks arrive at almost the exact same time.
Finally, the Goldplates were penetrated, and the sword stab finally came into contact with Xiang Shaoyun’s waist. Bu Feng was overwhelmed with joy, believing that this would be Xiang Shaoyun’s defeat. However, he found that his sword couldn’t advance any farther after hitting Xiang Shaoyun’s waist. It was as though he was stabbing something extremely solid.
It turned out that after Xiang Shaoyun entered a full defensive mode, the toughness of his body had reached an entirely different level. He was, after all, someone who had tempered himself with the Limit Stimulation Technique. His flesh was as tough as a sovereign weapon. Bu Feng’s attack had already been weakened after going through the Goldplates, and they weren’t able to deal much damage to Xiang Shaoyun’s body.
Even so, Xiang Shaoyun was still moving in the opposite direction to weaken the stab. After all, Bu Feng was wielding a sovereign sword that was completely capable of penetrating his skin. At the exact moment Bu Feng’s attack was weakened, Xiang Shaoyun made his move before Bu Feng could recover.
Since his opponent was so fast, Xiang Shaoyun’s best choice was to restrict his opponent’s speed, and he swiftly came to a solution.