Martial Hero Rebirth

Taking a deep breath, Linghu Feng went on the attack. Once again, dozens of swords surrounded his opponent in a continuous stream..

Chu Yaoyin snorted and seven swords suddenly flew into the air. Four for defense, three for attack, and all on thin lines of invisible will.

«Klang-klang-klang!»

Flames erupted between them due to the speed at which the blows were thrown, the air sparkling like the flint of a lighter..

One man relying on incredible sword speed.

Second, defending with four and attacking with three.

Even so they were comparable. It was difficult for Linghu Feng to break through the defense of the four blades, and she was unable to catch up with him with any of the three swords.

But thanks to the seven blades, she felt more comfortable and calmer than Linghu Feng, who had to fight with only one. Any of the swords could easily change position. Here one was the main one of the three attackers, but here he was already jumping back to protect his mistress.

It was a very complex system, it was simply impossible to keep track of it.

The disciples of the entire Alliance watched with their mouths open. Today was truly an eye opener for them. First, the illusory and powerful Hengshan Five Divine Swords technique; then the nemesis of all bladed weapons, the Nine Lonely Swords; amazing elemental profound power, Frozen True Qi; and now seven magic swords, subordinate to one will.

Each of the arts is the rarest treasure of this world. Many could not even imagine such use of internal strength and movements.

Everyone silently thanked the top disciples of their sects who had decided to take them with them. They only regretted that the essence of the competition - the title of the main student of the Alliance - had nothing to do with them.

And the worst thing was that it also had nothing to do with Linghu Feng.

How terrifying a warrior is Lin Yi, if even the second one after him defeated all opponents with such dexterity and power?

Is even greater power possible??

What, then, was this man capable of, who entered the fist world a mere two years ago??

Meanwhile, the battle was shining brighter.

Few people knew what kind of Amazon was hidden behind Chu Yaoyin’s beautiful and peaceful appearance. Each of the three attacking swords resembled the claws of a lioness trying to claw out the offender's eyes, tear out his heart, and sink his fangs into his throat..

People feared that if this woman won, Linghu Feng might lose her life.

Few could imagine how one could even hold out against seven swords wielded by such a masterful will. And Linghu Feng also increased his advantage.

The Seven Swords Formation was as strong as it was exquisite. She fascinated with her movements with amazing movements of blades.

However, pretty soon improvisation began to be felt in her movements. Errors appeared, the swords almost collided a couple of times.

Chu Yaoyin was a swordswoman with amazing talent, but only recently had she cracked the tough nut that was this technique. While she did not have enough experience to use seven swords, she was too slow to change them, and was delayed when moving them, sometimes getting confused in the middle of the movement, confusing for a split second which blade she was going to attack with.

And the Nine Lonely Swords is a technique for finding flaws in the enemy’s techniques. And no matter how strong the enemy is, a sufficiently experienced eye can always find something.

The four supreme techniques, brought to perfection, allowed Linghu Feng to look at martial arts from an angle that was inaccessible to those whose knowledge was only one. Not at first glance, but gradually he noticed the advantages and weaknesses of any technique.

With each new weakness discovered and exploited, Chu Yaoyin began to panic more and more. And emotions never served cold steel.

At first, she managed to adapt even in improvisation, but the stronger Linghu Feng's storm pressed, the weaker the walls of her paper house became.

Finally he noticed the fatal mistake. And smiled.

A sharp thrust hit the sword with such force that the blade, ringing and knocking, flew far beyond the arena.

Equipment designed for seven swords suffered significantly from the loss of one.

Chu Yaoyin got scared and made an even bigger mistake.

In two swings, three more swords flew away, the formation was completely destroyed.

Linghu Feng's sword lay neatly on his gentle shoulder.

“W... victory is yours,” Yaoyin admitted through her teeth..

“It was a great fight,” Feng smiled, pretending not to notice the withering look.

He turned away and walked away because he saw no other way to end the conflict with her..

Chu Yaoyin sighed without taking her eyes off him..

Her Seven Swords Formation was too weak. I needed to practice a lot more. If she had figured out how to use her inner strength in this way even a month earlier, she would definitely have won..

The jade palm clenched tightly, and the determination in her eyes strengthened. Having collected the scattered four swords, she returned to her sisters and aunts, with red eyes, saying:

“Forgive me, I lost.”

“Big sister, this is not your fault. You are very strong, it’s just that Linghu Feng had more time,” Yiqian said in a gentle tone.

The other nuns nodded:

“Yes, yes, we don't blame you, big sister!”

“Yiqian, rest. You did your best,” Elder Jinning said, placing her hand on the top of her head. And then, smiling sadly, she added: “Our monastery has always stood behind the others in the Alliance. Even if you defeated Linghu Feng, they... would not want to see a woman in the place of the Alliance's chief disciple.”

Chu Yaoyin nodded silently, feeling sadness in her heart. In the fist world there were women, but men ruled.

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Linghu Feng raised his sword and looked at the last chief disciple in the Taishan ranks. Smiling slightly, he called:

“Well then, Pan Rong. It's time and honor to know.”

Pan Rong smiled broadly, adjusted his purple sword, and began to slowly descend.

They shared a bottle of wine like brothers, walked away a few steps, and raised their swords.

The long purple blade was used like a spear.

Feng, without hesitation, stepped to one side, then another, and a third. Each time the blade seemed to guess where it would step.

Pan Rong struck with deadly speed, but what was most frightening was his gaze. He was up to something and slowly led his target into a trap.

Feng sucked in a breath of cold air through his teeth and suddenly understood why the trajectory of the sword seemed to overtake his movements..

Pan Rong also learned his sect's impeccable technique. The Way of Emperor Daizong, the art of predicting an opponent's next moves. It was somewhat reminiscent of the Nine Lonely Swords, but it predicted any movements.

One of the hardest techniques to master to perfection. Even the current Master Taishan could not cope with her.

Linghu Feng did not expect that the daring Pan Rong would be calculating enough for this technique.

What kind of brains did his peer have? It was hard to believe.

He had to go on full defense, but even after this, Pan Rong continued to predict his every move, every dodge and block with his sword..

But Pan Rong was disappointed. He hoped to see the famous Nine Lonely Swords, but instead only saw the silver art of movement of Huashan.

For a hundred of his blows, Linghu Feng did not respond with a single one. Like two. And in five. And in ten.

He continued to press, dropping large drops of sweat and trying to hit the nimble opponent, but even with the silver movement technique, Linghu Feng found a way to dodge so chaotically that the purple blade, which knew all the opponent’s movements in advance, could not catch up with him.

A thousand blows flew past, followed by a hundred, and another. Until finally Pan Rong was exhausted.

In the middle of the blow, he suddenly realized that he simply did not have enough strength to lift his heavy purple sword.

Linghu Feng understood this. And immediately hit the fingers flat.

He was also exhausted, so Pan Rong did not even drop his sword, but howled and jerked to the side, momentarily losing sight of the enemy’s movements.

Feng noticed this too. And immediately the light blade leaned against the opponent’s chest.

“I lost,” Pan Rong smiled tiredly.

In this battle, Linghu Feng realized that even the most stupid and arrogant-looking people could hide their true, cold and thoughtful personality. It seemed like there were more skeletons in Taishan Chief Disciple's closet than any other..

“I accept this victory,” Feng said.

Four in a row. All the top disciples of the Alliance were defeated by someone who wasn't even the top disciple..

The entire arena fell silent. But then there was a joyful roar from the third grade students, which infected the second. Let Huashan win, they are all brothers and sisters of the same Alliance, and each participant showed what they are capable of.

Linghu Feng raised his sword above his head and shouted:

“I have won the title of Alliance Master Disciple for Huashan! There are objections?”

Nobody answered. He smiled tiredly but satisfied.

Master Songshan bowed with folded hands and announced:

“Huashan's disciple, Linghu Feng, defeated the top disciples of the four sects. I hereby declare Lin Yi, the chief disciple of Huashan, to be the chief disciple of the Five Mountain Swords Alliance!”

After looking at everyone, he said:

“If anyone has any objections, let them be voiced now, or never again..”

Linghu Feng began to walk back with a sense of accomplishment when suddenly Elder Mo from Hengshan, whose chief disciple lost first, stood up and exclaimed:

“Big Brother Lu, I have some objections!”

Everyone turned around. Except for Linghu Feng, who simply frowned.

Dissatisfied voices and curses were heard in Huashan. Elder Qin stood up, pointed his finger at him, and exclaimed:

“Huashan's disciple, Linghu Feng, defeated all four of the Alliance's top disciples! What objections might there be??!”

“Exactly!” Elder Mo exclaimed. “Linghu Feng won, not Lin Yi! I will not allow the title of chief disciple to be given to someone who has not even participated in battle.!”

Suddenly, the disciples of the four sects screamed:

“Mount Tai supports this statement!”

“Songshan Mountain too!”

“I'm from Hengshan and I don't agree!”

At one moment a hubbub began. The four sects shook their fists and shouted that they would never accept this.

Elder Qin got so angry that he jumped into the ring and was about to go punch him in the face, but Lin Yi, unnoticed by everyone, suddenly appeared next to him and put his hand on his shoulder. Smiling slightly, he said:

“Uncle Qi, people object, and that is their right. Don't be angry.”

“But... you are the main disciple of Huashan? Do you really want to give the title of Alliance Chief Disciple to Linghu Feng??”

Lin Yi smiled:

“No. I defy everyone who disagreed with me.”

“Call?" Qin didn't understand. "To whom?”

But Lin Yi stepped forward and pointed his sword at the first-class elders.

“Well, which of you is ready to prove that I am not worthy of the title of chief disciple??”

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