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

Chapter 48 Psychic Duel
The gloomy sky was like a huge, heavy lead plate, pressing down heavily on the Changsheng Castle.

The leaden clouds hung low, as if within reach, casting a suffocating and oppressive atmosphere over the fierce battle.

A fierce wind raged around the castle, whistling and rustling the flags within. A subtle sense of unease tingled in the wind, stirring everyone's heartstrings and increasing the tension of the spectators. The wind, carrying dust and sand, raced through the streets, sweeping across every corner and raising a hazy cloud.

The trees along the road were blown this way and that, their branches twisted and creaking. The fallen leaves and debris on the ground were picked up by the strong wind, swirling wildly in the air, and then slammed to the ground.

The river within the fort was also blown into a turbulent state, with waves constantly slamming against the embankment, making a dull sound. The sky grew darker, and the entire Changsheng Fort was shrouded in a gloomy hue, making people's moods even more heavy.

Everyone craned their necks, their eyes glued to Liu Tingting and Shi Feiyang. The guards of Changsheng Fort, usually so imposing within the fort, now seemed to be under a spell, their weapons hanging limply at their sides.

The strong wind blew their clothes wildly, but it did not distract them at all. One of the young guards, his eyes wide as bells, his mouth hanging open, unable to close. Shock was written all over his face as he muttered to himself, "Is this... is this magic?"

The veteran martial artist, though calmer, unconsciously clenched his hands around the corners of his clothes, his eyes filled with nervousness. The people of Changsheng Fort huddled together like a flock of frightened sheep.

The wind blew dust into everyone's faces, but they remained fixed on the fierce battle between Shi Feiyang and Liu Tingting. An elderly Taoist nun with gray hair covered her mouth with trembling hands, her cloudy eyes filled with fear as she kept muttering, "What a sin! What can we do? Can Chief Shi still win? Ah!"

The martial arts masters with great skills stood in prominent positions, each with a sharp gaze.

The surrounding trees swayed violently in the strong wind, and the branches and leaves rustled.

An old man in a green robe and a goatee twirled his beard with his hand, nodded slightly, and said to the young knight beside him, "This Miss Liu's supernatural skills are unpredictable, but Shi Feiyang's skills are even more domineering. It seems that the outcome of this battle will soon become clear."

The young knight stared at the battlefield, his eyes full of unwillingness, and whispered: "I really hope there will be a turnaround. Miss Liu's skills should not be buried like this." Perhaps it was Liu Tingting's graceful demeanor and extraordinary temperament that made the young knight involuntarily tend to support her.

At that moment, Liu Tingting's eyes burned with a fiery light, like an unquenchable flame in the face of adversity, demonstrating her unwavering resolve. Her hands traced a series of complex and beautiful paths through the air. Under her control, the power of the supernatural arts grew increasingly violent and fierce. An invisible sense of oppression filled the air. The power seemed to be given a vibrant life, leaping and roaring at her fingertips, converging into a surging torrent of energy that fiercely attacked Shi Feiyang.

Shi Feiyang curled up the corner of his mouth in a sneer, and that smile was full of innate arrogance and unruliness.

He knew in his heart that he had the superb bloodline of the Sunflower Saint as a solid backing. On the ring on the middle finger of his left hand, there was also a dragon pagoda that was difficult for mortals to detect. This made him fearless of any enemy and any magic power.

At this moment, Shi Feiyang's eyes revealed confidence and composure. In his eyes, all things in the world were as small as ants.

So, Shi Feiyang swung out with a single palm, seemingly brimming with endless power, steadily meeting Liu Tingting's fatal blow. The energies surging within him formed an even larger vortex, disintegrating some of Liu Tingting's spiritual power.

Liu Tingting still had some spiritual power that collided with the power exerted by Shi Feiyang's single palm.

"Bang bang!" The two forces collided in the air, causing a deafening roar. The sound seemed to be able to shatter a person's soul. The surrounding air vibrated violently, forming air waves that were clearly visible to the naked eye.

In an instant, a light as dazzling as the sun shone, eclipsing the heavens and the earth. The crowd erupted in excitement, exclamations and screams mingling in unison. Some raised their hands to shield their eyes, stumbling back; others, as if pinned to the spot, stared fixedly at the light, their faces filled with fervor.

Wherever the air wave passed, the surrounding trees were broken in half, and the branches were scattered all over the ground; the buildings in the fort were also severely damaged, with cracks on the walls and tiles falling down. Some civilians who were watching the battle from afar fell to the ground in an instant due to the huge impact of the air wave, and blood grooves were scratched on them, making a crisp and heart-pounding shattering sound.

Shi Feiyang and Liu Tingting's figures loomed in the violent energy fluctuations, like flickering candles in a gust of wind, threatened to go out at any moment. In reality, Liu Tingting's psychic abilities, under the dual pressure of Shi Feiyang's Mingyu Gong and his supreme bloodline, were already struggling to sustain themselves and gradually crumbling. As the mist slowly dissipated, Liu Tingting's figure faltered, and a mouthful of blood suddenly spurted out from her mouth. The blood traced a poignant yet despairing arc through the air before slamming heavily to the ground, sending up a cloud of dust.

The surrounding land was stained red with blood, blending with the flying dust, making it particularly shocking.

Liu Tingting struggled to get up, her hands frantically grasping at the ground, but she was too weak to do anything. Her body felt as if its bones had been pulled out, and she collapsed limply. However, she tried her best to get up to maintain her dignity as the Young Palace Master of Shenshui Palace.

Unfortunately, under the dual suppression of Shi Feiyang's Mingyu Gong and her supreme bloodline, Liu Tingting's spiritual power wavered like a candle in the wind, collapsing completely. As Liu Tingting struggled to get up again, a mouthful of blood spurted out, "Puff!", leaving a glaring streak of blood beneath the gray sky. The crimson trail snaked down the corner of her mouth, dripping onto the dusty ground, instantly spreading and blending with the surrounding smoke and flying dust, creating a particularly desolate scene.

Liu Tingting's eyes were filled with resignation and despair. Her hands fell limply at her sides, her fingers twitching slightly as she tried to grasp at the fading spiritual power. Her breathing was rapid and weak, her chest rising and falling with each gasp. In a final struggle, she tried to rise, her hands scrabbling at the ground, but it was too much. Her body collapsed, as if its muscles and bones had been drained away. The guards of Changsheng Castle quickly ran over, their ropes gleaming coldly in the dim light as they bound Liu Tingting. The wind gradually died down, but the dark clouds in the sky grew thicker.

Everyone sighed in regret as they watched Liu Tingting's shaky form. The sound was like a bone-chilling cold wind, slowly blowing through Changsheng Castle. After all, Liu Tingting was as beautiful as a fairy, and it would be a real pity if she died tragically.

As Shi Feiyang pressed forward, ready to deliver the final blow, the entire crowd fell into a pinprick of silence. No one dared to breathe, their hearts pounding. Shi Feiyang advanced steadily, the blade of his longsword still lingering with the lingering power of battle, gleaming with an icy light. His steps were steady and resolute, each step raising a cloud of dust.

Shi Feiyang slowly approached Liu Tingting, each step seeming to thud heavily on the ground. Witnessing Liu Tingting's miserable state, Shi Feiyang's eyes were filled with a complex mix of pity, emotion, and an inexpressible melancholy. Because Liu Tingting bore a striking resemblance to the Sunflower Saint, that familiar face stirred ripples in Shi Feiyang's heart.

He frowned slightly, as if thinking about something, and then slowly said: "Your resistance is meaningless, today is your end." After that, he slowly raised the long knife in his hand, and the blade flashed with the breath of death in the dim light.

Liu Tingting raised her head, watching the long knife about to fall, the despair in her eyes growing stronger. She opened her mouth, as if wanting to say something, but in the end, she only exhaled a foul breath stained with blood.

Her body was trembling slightly, not sure whether it was because of fear or anger.

Just as Shi Feiyang's long sword was about to fall, suddenly, the beautiful figure of the Sunflower Saint floated past Shi Feiyang's eyes.

Hey! Shi Feiyang softened his heart and slowly lowered the Burmese knife in his hand. He really couldn't bear to kill Liu Tingting, who looked so much like the Sunflower Saint.

Liu Tingting stared at him, her eyes filled with despair and unwillingness. Her eyes burned with anger, yet also revealed a deep sense of powerlessness. She couldn't understand why she had devoted herself to cultivating immortality for so many years, and had acquired spells and spiritual power that mortals did not possess, yet she was still no match for Shi Feiyang.

What she didn't know was that Shi Feiyang possessed the highest-grade bloodline granted by the Sunflower Saint, which was the main reason why he was not poisoned to death. Shi Feiyang was silent for a moment, and finally broke the silence.

His voice was deep and rich, like the sound of an ancient bell echoing in the air: "Go away. I have no intention of taking your life."

He always had an inseparable feeling for Liu Tingting in his heart, because Liu Tingting reminded him of the Sunflower Saint, and that unforgettable memory flooded into his heart like a tide.

Therefore, Shi Feiyang decided to spare her life.

Liu Tingting was shocked when she heard this. Her eyes widened and she could hardly believe her ears.

After all, she had attempted to murder Shi Feiyang with poison and planned to bury him alive.

But Shi Feiyang chose to give her a way out at this moment, which made her heart full of doubts, as if she was in a fog.

Liu Dayou, Wu Zhong, Xiao Lingling, Liu Guihua, and others quickly arrived at the scene, their figures streaking through the air like shooting stars, accompanied by the sound of wind. They wanted to persuade Shi Feiyang to kill Liu Tingting as soon as possible, but before they could say anything, Shi Feiyang stopped them with a firm and powerful gesture, signaling them to remain silent.

Shi Feiyang seemed to have read Liu Tingting's mind. He calmly explained to her, "There's no irreconcilable hatred between us. I have no intention of taking your life. I just hope you'll respect yourself in the future and stop aiding and abetting the evil."

Although the words were understated, as if Liu Tingting had never caused him any harm, the deep meaning in the words was like a heavy hammer, hitting Liu Tingting's heart heavily.

Liu Tingting bit her lip, almost sinking her teeth into the delicate skin. Her heart was filled with mixed emotions and hesitation. Finally, she struggled to stand up, her legs still trembling slightly, as if she might fall down again at any moment.

However, at this moment, Shi Feiyang and the people around him suddenly felt a powerful force approaching rapidly.

In the distance, dust was flying, and a figure was approaching as fast as black lightning. The speed was so fast that it seemed to be able to tear the air apart.

Shi Feiyang's eyes were solemn, revealing vigilance and alertness. He could feel that the newcomer was very powerful. He was secretly alert in his heart, quickly adjusted his breathing, and accumulated endless strength, ready to fight.

Xiao Lingling, Liu Dayou, Wu Zhong and others hurriedly protected Liu Guihua and retreated step by step. Their eyes were full of tension and anxiety, as if they were facing an invincible demon.

As the figure gradually became clearer, its true face finally emerged.

The man was a towering figure, like a mountain, with a stern face, as if carved from ice. His eyes gleamed with a bloodthirsty light that made one shudder. He held a long sword in his hand, and the blade exuded a chilling aura that seemed to freeze everything in the world.

However, at this moment, Liu Tingting's heart was filled with surprise and excitement.

Her eyes lit up instantly, and she cried out, "Mother, come and save your daughter! Mother, you've finally come and are willing to help! Haha, this is so wonderful!" Her voice was filled with uncontrollable joy, her joy evident, as if she had grasped at a last straw. Everyone present was stunned for a moment. This uninvited guest was clearly a burly man, so how could he be the beautiful mother of Liu Tingting? Oh my God! What on earth was going on?

Everyone present thought they were hallucinating for a moment and rubbed their eyes with their hands to confirm what they saw.

However, after a closer look, the person coming was undoubtedly a man.

Indeed, this woman who looked very much like a man was none other than Liu Yanran, the leader of the Shenshui Palace, who dominated the martial arts world and looked down upon all the heroes.

And Liu Tingting was actually her daughter with a notorious flower-destroying thief.

Liu Yanran is a man of sturdy build, with a resolute face and a high opinion of himself. The majesty and confidence revealed in his demeanor make him seem like the ruler of the world.

Her presence is awe-inspiring, breathtaking, and makes one dare not look directly at her.

With such appearance, she has no chance of love and no man dares to fall in love with her.

As a result, she remained alone in her forties, her temper becoming increasingly surly and her mentality becoming unbalanced. She began to kill recklessly, becoming a feared figure. After becoming the head of Shenshui Palace, she encountered the handsome, flower-destroying thieves Bai Feng and Bai Fei Feng, and threatened them with her life to force them to become her partners, leading to the birth of Liu Tingting.

However, the Bai brothers were unwilling to spend the rest of their lives with a woman as masculine as Liu Yanran, so they stole some of their belongings and fled. Enraged, Liu Yanran hunted the Bai brothers everywhere, killing anyone she saw, becoming a feared villain in the martial arts world.

She severely injured the lord of Changsheng Fort, Lin Hui, causing his death, and forged a deep feud with Lin Hui's daughter and the heir of Changsheng Fort, Lin Wanqing.

Despite this, Lin Wanqing knew very well that her martial arts skills were not good enough and she was no match for Liu Yanran, so she endured the humiliation, waited patiently for the opportunity, and practiced martial arts diligently in order to seek revenge in the future.

When Shi Feiyang learned that the visitor was a woman, Liu Tingting's mother, and the Palace Master of Shenshui Palace, he couldn't help but feel heavy in his heart.

He realized that the opponent he was facing this time was no ordinary person and was a true martial arts master.

Moreover, after months of dabbling in the martial arts world, Shi Feiyang was already well aware of the Shenshui Palace's prominent position in the martial arts world, as well as the Palace Master's profound martial arts and deep scheming. Therefore, Shi Feiyang took a deep breath, which seemed to absorb all the spiritual energy in the world into his body. He adjusted his state and crossed his palms, thus activating the Mingyu Gong within his body.

Shi Feiyang said nothing as he charged forward like a ghost, so swiftly that his figure was invisible. He instantly drew his sword and struck directly at the opponent's vitals. Seeing this, the surrounding Lin family guards rushed forward and quickly pulled Liu Tingting away to prevent her from being hurt. Their movements were frantic and urgent, as if they were racing against death.

(End of this chapter)