Volume 2: Breaking into Fengdu Chapter 94: Fighting Xiao Meng

A Flying Locust shot out with a sharp whistling sound through the air. Before the stone hit his opponent, Xu Yan’s backward-leaning body suddenly turned, and the steel blade in his hand slashed back in a reverse grip.

First, Flying Locust aimed directly at the opponent’s face, followed immediately by a horizontal slash at the opponent’s waist. This risky move of seeking victory from defeat made everyone gasp in shock. Before they could exhale, Zhuo Shaoyu’s eyes immediately lit up.

When the weak fight the strong, the most crucial thing is seizing those fleeting opportunities. So in Zhuo Shaoyu’s view, Xu Yan’s chance was only this instant moment—victory or defeat would be decided in this single move.

Xu Yan was indeed fighting the strong with weakness, but his “weakness” had already been completely disguised. Not only did outsiders think he was only three-meridian innate, even Xiao Meng and Zhuo Shaoyu currently believed he was only three-meridian innate.

The instantaneous flying stone and blade strike made Xiao Meng’s pupils contract. This Paper Fan Gate young sect master had already noticed that Xu Yan’s hidden weapons were extremely powerful. When engaging, he had been on guard early on. Without looking, when he heard the fierce wind approaching his face, Xiao Meng immediately opened the paper fan in his hand, completely protecting his head and face while rapidly retreating, intending to avoid his opponent’s horizontal slash.

With a crisp clang, the seemingly thin paper fan actually blocked Xu Yan’s full-force Flying Locust, which surprised everyone.

Paper Fan Gate was famous for paper fans, but most paper fans were merely symbols or markers. However, the paper fan in Xiao Meng’s hand was not only light as a cicada’s wing but also hard as refined steel. Most importantly, Xiao Meng’s paper fan was forged by cultivators, not crafted by artisans.

The weapon Xu Yan didn’t understand became Xiao Meng’s best defensive tool. Flying Locust struck the paper fan, only making Xiao Meng’s arm go numb. While shocked at the tremendous force of his opponent’s hidden weapon technique, Xiao Meng valued this youth before him even more. As for Xu Yan’s slashing blade, Xiao Meng paid it no mind.

Xiao Meng had watched Xu Yan’s previous two matches clearly from below the stage, so what he most feared was Xu Yan’s hidden weapons, not his martial techniques. Those seemingly experienced but actually ordinary skills weren’t worth his attention.

Having blocked the stone and avoided the blade, Xiao Meng prepared to completely defeat his opponent with the next move.

Dealing with a three-meridian innate wouldn’t take him much time at all. If it took too long, wouldn’t it make his skills as young sect master appear mediocre?

Having just avoided the steel blade, Xiao Meng immediately stepped forward, his paper fan ready to strike horizontally. He wanted to attack while his opponent’s blade momentum was exhausted and new force hadn’t yet emerged.

Xiao Meng’s plan was good, and his calculations weren’t wrong. But when he heard the second sound of wind breaking, his expression changed.

Quickly raising his paper fan, using his skill of determining position by sound, Xiao Meng judged that his opponent’s hidden weapon was aimed at his heart. The hand gripping the fan handle lifted upward, the fan surface hanging down to protect his chest.

His defensive movements were experienced. Xiao Meng’s body seemed already adapted to various dangers, making evasive actions almost automatically. But when he saw clearly that what was coming wasn’t a hidden weapon but the blade handle from Xu Yan’s hand, his eye twitched slightly.

Xu Yan hadn’t thrown a hidden weapon—he had thrown the steel blade in his hand!

Clang!

The blade edge that had just slashed couldn’t be thrown anymore, but Xu Yan used clever force to directly fling out the blade handle.

The thrown blade handle, borrowing the momentum of the swung blade edge, had force no less than Flying Locust, especially coming from Xu Yan’s hand—how could such strength be small? When the blade handle collided with the fan surface, the brilliant light that suddenly flared on the blade edge disappeared completely in an instant.

After the steel blade slashed through empty air, Xu Yan instantly circulated four-meridian innate true qi. This seemingly useless afterthought could maximally disguise Xu Yan’s true strength. Moreover, as soon as the true qi appeared, Xu Yan released the steel blade. Not one person present could see through this instantaneous truth.

Originally thinking the force would be at most three-meridian true qi, when Xiao Meng forcibly caught the blade handle, his paper fan was directly shocked against his chest. If not for this paper fan being quite miraculous, any other blade or sword might have injured Xiao Meng himself.

In his confusion, before Xiao Meng could figure out why his opponent would throw away his weapon with such tremendous force, fierce wind once again approached his face almost instantly.

With the blade thrown, Xu Yan’s flying stone followed.

Victory or defeat in this single move!

Whoosh!

Hearing the fierce wind, Xiao Meng knew things were bad. He had just blocked the blade handle—his opponent was now weaponless, but his paper fan was also completely pressed against his chest. Trying to lift it again to protect his face was too late.

Xu Yan’s three consecutive rapid attacks finally made Xiao Meng flustered. Facing this extremely dangerous strike, Xiao Meng remained calm. He sank his qi to his dantian, mobilizing all his true qi downward. That egg-sized stone almost grazed his scalp as it flew past.

So close!

Thinking “so close” in his heart, Xiao Meng’s cold sweat nearly broke out. If not for his rich experience, he might very well have suffered a bloody head this time.

Having avoided three rapid attacks, before Xiao Meng could catch his breath, the youth opposite him raised both hands again.

Previously it was single-handed Flying Locust. After throwing the steel blade, though Xu Yan had no weapon, he freed both hands. Two small stones were suddenly launched along both arms.

Twin Sparrows!

Two-handed consecutive shots, Twin Sparrows killing technique—this Flying Stone mastery was something Xu Yan originally didn’t want to reveal, but now he was forced into desperation. He wasn’t familiar with martial techniques to begin with. If the fight continued, unless he directly used five-meridian true qi, defeating Xiao Meng would be basically impossible.

Twin stones shot out consecutively, this time shocking Xiao Meng greatly. He fully circulated his four-meridian innate true qi, his paper fan almost flying as it barely blocked the stones aimed at both shoulders.

Twin Sparrows had even greater force than Flying Locust. Though Xiao Meng blocked the stones, his form was forced into continuous retreat, reaching the arena’s edge in several steps. Xu Yan’s form pressed forward closely.

“Flying Locust!”

With a violent shout, Xu Yan, who had just launched Twin Sparrows, shook his single arm and swung his palm out with wind sounds, aimed directly at Xiao Meng’s lower abdomen.

Not expecting his opponent to be so troublesome, after deflecting the twin stones, Xiao Meng heard his opponent’s shout and saw Xu Yan’s hand position. Without thinking, he directly used his paper fan to protect his abdomen.

Human strength has limits. Xiao Meng didn’t believe the youth before him could continuously launch stones with such force. At least after his opponent finished throwing stones, it would be his time to counterattack. He had already decided never to give his opponent another chance. Don’t let the kid’s small size fool you—though his blade work was ordinary, this hidden weapon mastery was almost supernatural. One careless moment and even he, Xiao Meng, might get injured.

Originally wanting to recruit a good seedling, if he let the other party injure him, wouldn’t he, this young sect master, lose all face?

Xiao Meng’s plan was good, and his calculations weren’t wrong. But he had no more opportunities, because in his astonished gaze, Xu Yan’s swinging hand had opened, yet no stone appeared—that youth’s palm was completely empty!

He’d been tricked!

Just as this thought occurred, Xiao Meng’s body was already flying. Xu Yan hadn’t thrown a stone—using the motion of swinging his arm, his form had already rushed to Xiao Meng’s vicinity, using his shoulder and back to ram into Xiao Meng, directly knocking this Paper Fan Gate young sect master off the arena.