Wuxia: Become the 100-Victory Sword King at the Beginning

Chapter 106: Battle of Baiyanglinfeng: Shi Feiyang cleverly seizes the bracelet key
In the fierce battle, Shi Feiyang, like a precision fighting machine, keenly detected subtle changes in the black-robed man's attack rhythm, increasingly relying on the bracelet emitting an eerie light. Instantly, an idea flashed through his mind, like a brilliant meteor streaking across the dark night sky, instantly illuminating the entire battlefield. A glint of cunning flashed in his eyes, and he immediately made up his mind and decided to take a risk.

At this moment, Shi Feiyang's eyes were shining with confidence, and that light was like the dawn, penetrating layers of fog. With the belief that he would win, he deliberately slowed down his pace, and waved the Burmese knife in his hand a little messily. It seemed that there were many flaws, but in fact it was a carefully set trap to lure the man in black robe into the trap.

The black-robed man fell for his trick. A flash of greed and ruthlessness flashed in his eyes, like a hungry wolf stalking its prey, brimming with plunder. With a sudden growl, he charged at Shi Feiyang like a raging bull. The bracelet on his wrist flickered with light, like a star about to burst, leaping with excitement, as if eager to announce Shi Feiyang's doom. However, the black-robed man was unaware that Shi Feiyang was protected by the Divine Dragon Pagoda and supported by the supreme bloodline of the Sunflower Saint. The pagoda was like an indestructible guardian, rendering any sorcery or magic powerless before it, like an ant trying to shake a tree.

Just as the black-robed man was about to strike Shi Feiyang, Shi Feiyang suddenly dodged, his movements as nimble as a nimble civet cat, leaving a blurry afterimage in the darkness. He unleashed the "Stealing the Sky and Changing the Day" technique from his "Hundred Victories Sword Technique," a move of unparalleled skill. The Burmese knife in his hand instantly changed its trajectory. His previously sweeping blade technique now resembled a venomous snake emerging from its lair, wielding the knife as a sword, and at an extremely cunning angle, stabbed the black-robed man's wrist.

The flashing knife light was like a meteor across the night sky, carrying a deadly threat.

The black-robed man couldn't dodge, feeling a sharp pain in his wrist, as if being seared by a red-hot iron. He subconsciously let out a scream. The crucial bracelet, instantly blasted away by this fierce blow, spun rapidly through the air, tracing a long arc like a falling meteor in the night sky. A crisp "clang" echoed through the silent night sky.

Shi Feiyang's eyes were as sharp as a hawk's. The moment the bracelet took flight, he leaped with lightning speed. His limbs were nimble, tracing a perfect arc through the air, like a soaring hawk, full of power and beauty. His arm extended, his movements swift and precise, firmly catching the incoming bracelet. The entire movement was seamless and natural.

Then, Shi Feiyang quickly put the bracelet on his wrist, with a hint of pride in his eyes.

The black-robed man's expression suddenly changed as he witnessed this scene. His face, originally as gloomy as ink, instantly turned ashen, as if covered in frost. His lips trembled as he roared angrily, "Give me back the bracelet!" His eyes widened, filled with rage and unwillingness, like an extremely enraged beast, ready to pounce and bite at any moment. His eyes seemed to want to devour Shi Feiyang alive.

The black-robed figure then removed a mysterious collar from around his neck. It exuded an eerie aura, as if concealing countless secrets. Its surface was engraved with twisted patterns, as if countless vengeful spirits were struggling. He clasped his hands tightly, the collar in his left hand and a strange ring in his right. The ring shone with a faint green light, revealing a mysterious power. He leaned forward slightly, like a cheetah poised for action, his muscles tense and brimming with explosive power.

He lunged at Shi Feiyang frantically, as if to crush him completely, to wipe him out of this world with his own strength. Shi Feiyang gripped his Burmese knife tightly, his eyes as resolute as steel, fearlessly meeting the black-robed man's attack. He engaged the black-robed man in another desperate struggle, his lips curling up slightly in a confident smile that dispelled the surrounding haze like the warm spring sun.

At the foot of the mountain, the fierce battle sent sand and rocks flying through the air, and a howling wind swept in. Shi Feiyang and the black-robed man continued their thrilling duel. Every clash of weapons shook the air with a sharp, piercing clang, and even the earth trembled, unable to withstand the overwhelming force.

The surrounding trees trembled under this powerful momentum, branches swayed, and leaves fell, wailing for this fierce battle.

"Hmph, do you really think you can defeat me? You are overestimating yourself!" The man in black robe laughed arrogantly. There was a hideous smile on his face, like the sneer of a devil. There was a crazy light flashing in his eyes, and he fell into endless madness.

"Those sect leaders are nothing but my pawns. I control them with an ancient spell of bewitching and hide them in a dreamland deep in the cave. Only by gathering seven keys with special powers can you open the dreamland!" His voice echoed in the valley, filled with endless ridicule and pride, as if he was showing off his conspiracy to the whole world.

Shi Feiyang snorted coldly, his eyes revealing disdain. Without a word, he activated his Mingyu Gong. Instantly, a chill spread throughout the air, as if a massive iceberg had collapsed, releasing an endless chill. His entire body was covered in a thick layer of frost. The cold, like an invisible blade, pierced every acupuncture point of the black-robed man.

The man in black robe couldn't help but shudder, a painful expression on his face, as if thousands of ice needles were piercing his body at the same time.

Shi Feiyang unleashed his ultimate move, "Raging Sea," from the Baisheng Sword Technique. His arms swung with the force of a ferocious tiger, each swing carrying the power of a tidal wave. The flash of his blade, like a bolt of lightning streaking across the night sky, carried devastating force, catching the black-robed man off guard. Wherever the blade's light touched, the air ripped apart, hissing.

Immediately afterwards, Shi Feiyang attacked with the "Dragon Roar Nine Heavens" of the Divine Dragon Claw, using both the sword and the palm.

Amidst the flashing swords and shadows, his left hand repeatedly clawed at the opponent, each strike accompanied by a sharp sound of wind, like a dragon from ancient times, claws extended, ready to tear the enemy into pieces. His eyes were fixed on the black-robed man, as if he could see through his every move and predict his every intention.

"Crack! Ouch!" Suddenly, a fierce look flashed in Shi Feiyang's eyes, like a cold star in the dark night. He grabbed the black-robed man's right shoulder, his fingers hooked, and squeezed with a force that seemed to shatter steel. A crisp and terrifying "crack" sounded, and the sound of broken bones echoed in the silent night sky.

The black-robed man's shoulder blade was crushed alive. His body lost balance in an instant and he let out a painful scream. The sound was shrill and miserable, echoing throughout the entire valley. His eyes were full of anger and unwillingness, wailing for his failure.

"Shi Feiyang, you are courting death!" The man in black robe endured the severe pain from his right shoulder, holding the knife in one hand, his face covered in sweat. The sweat mixed with blood flowed down his cheeks, gathered into a string at his chin, and dripped to the ground.

He still tried to fight back, but the slightest effort was enough to make his right shoulder feel like it was being stabbed by thousands of steel needles. The excruciating pain left him almost unable to move. His body trembled uncontrollably, like a candle swaying in the wind, ready to go out at any moment. His face was filled with despair, his eyes empty, the light in them gradually dimming.

Shi Feiyang's eyes were wide open with rage burning in them, and he roared like a bell: "Today is the day you die!" Before he finished speaking, he suddenly kicked the black-robed man in the chest. This kick was packed with a thousand pounds of force, just like a mountain pressing down on one's head. There was a dull "bang" sound, like a sledgehammer hitting everyone's eardrums.

The black-robed man was instantly kicked and sent flying, drawing an arc in the air before falling heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust and making a dull thud. His body rolled several times on the ground before finally coming to a stop.

The raised dust slowly fell and enveloped him.

(End of this chapter)