As the sinister words faded, Zhao Chun wielded his sword, engulfed in a murderous aura, and walked toward Jiang Feng!
"Master Jiang, he's an elder from the Tianyin Sect, adept in swordsmanship, and his strength is at Peak Master Level," Feng Yueji explained to Jiang Feng proactively.
"Mm." Jiang Feng responded with a calm "Mm," his expression utterly indifferent.
Feng Yueji was slightly taken aback, with many words still on her tongue, such as exposing Zhao Chun's sword technique traits, but seeing Jiang Feng's serene demeanor, she swallowed the rest back down.
Upon further thought, she realized her foolishness!
Master Jiang's skills are unfathomable. Regardless of who the enemy is, he doesn't consider them worth mentioning; why would she add unnecessary details?
"Step back," Jiang Feng said to Feng Yueji without a ripple of emotion; he didn't want Feng Yueji to hinder him.
"Yes!" Feng Yueji immediately retreated respectfully—though her own strength had improved leaps and bounds, it was still impossible for her to leap up and become an opponent to Zhao Chun!
Thus, she eagerly anticipated what method Jiang Feng would use to defeat Zhao Chun, ready to witness a spectacle.
Meanwhile, Zhao Chun was not walking fast.
In fact, he was brewing his Sword Force with each step!
With every step forward, his Sword Force rose another notch.
Until Zhao Chun was less than two meters from Jiang Feng, his entire Sword Force had surged to its peak!
The aura emitted from him was extremely sharp, slicing the air with a buzzing sound, like serrated blades!
And in Zhao Chun's eyes, a concealed sharp gleam rolled, with an intense and lethal killing aura faintly emerging on his face!
At this very moment, Zhao Chun's aura was so sharp that even a glance felt like it was slicing through skin, while the sword in his hand seemed to have become one with him!
Man is the sword, and the sword is man; if it were ancient times, Zhao Chun would indeed make a qualified swordsman!
Jiang Feng tilted his head, teasingly looking at Zhao Chun; regardless of his swordsmanship, his demeanor at least barely passed.
"You little bastard, what weapon will you use? Or are you going to fight me barehanded?" Zhao Chun taunted Jiang Feng.
Jiang Feng looked around and casually took a wooden chair from behind, snapping off a leg with a crack and weighed it in his hand.
"I'll use this." The chair leg, just under a meter long, felt just right in Jiang Feng's hand.
Damn it!!!!
Seeing this scene, both Lu Hou and Zhao Chun were furious!
Are you kidding?!!
He wants to confront their precious sword with a chair leg??
"You damn bastard, you're pushing your luck!!!!" Zhao Chun's face turned ashen, and his features twisted, smoke practically coming out of his ears!
"In a battle between masters, the greatest taboo is agitation and anger; getting all worked up before the fight is already losing three parts. A waste is a waste," Jiang Feng disdainfully shook his head and said.
"Die!" Zhao Chun wasn't going to listen to Jiang Feng's nonsense. Having brewed his Sword Force, he executed a sword move aimed at Jiang Feng, initiating the attack!
His long sword slashed out, with a tiger's force, producing a howl, like thunder!
The sword howled like thunder, rolling like a tide, an incredibly fierce momentum that demanded attention!
This sword indeed proved that Zhao Chun's swordsmanship had reached a significant level!
The sword unsheathed, like a venomous snake, gleaming sword light, heads falling!
However, in the face of this highly destructive sword move, Jiang Feng remained composed, not even frowning.
As far as his facial expression went, it only grew more disappointed!
Because Zhao Chun's sword speed was too slow!
From the moment he made his move, every motion, every change in his body, every detail fell into Jiang Feng's eyes, how to say it? It was like watching an old lady with bound feet take tiny steps, unbearably slow, boring to the point of wanting to yawn.
Thus, when Zhao Chun was only halfway through this ferocious sword technique, Jiang Feng had already identified 130 flaws.
So, Jiang Feng lifted the wooden chair leg in his hand, accurately stabbing at Zhao Chun's right shoulder.
This was the first flaw!
Also Zhao Chun's biggest flaw in this move!
"Ah?!!!!" Zhao Chun was shocked, cold sweat pouring down his back!
Never did he expect that an all-out sword strike would be met with such a tricky response from Jiang Feng!
If this move was completed, it was like presenting his shoulder for Jiang Feng to stab!
Almost instinctively, Zhao Chun forcefully halted his offensive, stepping back!
Upon stepping back, his face flushed red, as if he had sipped a mouthful of strong liquor!
The reason was, firstly due to his intense humiliation and anger, embarrassed in public!
Secondly, he had been forced to retract a move he was only halfway through!
And as his Inner Strength was intertwined with the sword move, now that the sword move could not be performed fully, the Inner Strength naturally reversed back into his body halfway, affecting his organs, causing a faint pain, and his Qi-Blood rushed to his face.
This situation was like urinating and stopping halfway, bladder on the verge of exploding!
"Junior Brother Zhao, are you alright?" Behind him, Lu Chao's eyes widened, shocked that the unstoppable Zhao Chun was effortlessly countered by Jiang Feng and asked worriedly!
"Huff! No... nothing!!" Zhao Chun panted heavily, forcefully swallowing back the bubbling Qi-Blood at his throat!
He didn't want to embarrass himself in front of Lu Hou, so he gritted his teeth, launching a second sword move, fiercely targeting Jiang Feng's left eye.
88 flaws!
Jiang Feng remained expressionless, sweeping the wooden chair leg down; it was a late move but reached first, attacking the biggest flaw in Zhao Chun's move!
With this counterattack, Zhao Chun had no choice but to defend!
He helplessly withdrew again, stepping back once more!
However, this time, Jiang Feng, having seen through his feeble sword art, didn't intend to waste more time.
Without giving Zhao Chun any respite, he advanced a step with the wooden chair leg in hand.
Zhao Chun, seeing himself being pushed, tried to deliver a third strike, but Jiang Feng didn't wait for his sword to thrust, attacking the flaw in Zhao Chun's move with the chair leg!
Zhao Chun almost went mad, but he had to retreat, otherwise, he would expose a greater soft spot for Jiang Feng to stab!
Thus, Zhao Chun repeatedly attacked with eighteen sword moves, each filled with Inner Strength, mixed with maddening fury, killing intent, and even grievance, stabbing at Jiang Feng!
Yet each move, only used halfway, was pinpointed by Jiang Feng's flaw-seeking, forced back!
Zhao Chun retreated eighteen steps, with each step his face flushed redder!
He retreated all the way to the outside of Feng Yueji's villa, and finally, Zhao Chun couldn't take it anymore! His old face looked as if it was painted with a layer of fresh blood!
"Puh ah!!!"
In an instant!
Zhao Chun's body slackened, finally collapsing as if his backbone was removed, weakened!
Then, he could no longer hold himself up, "plop" kneeling before Jiang Feng, blood spurting from his mouth like it cost nothing!