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

Chapter 82: The mysterious totem appears: Shi Feiyang is caught in the middle of the game
The night deepened, and a fierce wind howled like an angry beast, whipping sand and rocks into a frenzy, as if setting the stage for a thrilling battle. Shi Feiyang stood tall in the center of the crowd, his posture as sturdy as a pine tree. Facing the ferocious onslaught of the tide, his face showed no sign of panic, his expression stern and calm, his deep eyes revealing an innate determination and fearlessness.

For Shi Feiyang, who has experienced many battles, the enemies in front of him are nothing but insignificant ants.

He took a deep breath and activated the Mingyu Gong. In an instant, Shi Feiyang was surrounded by thick white mist.

As if drawn by some mysterious force, the white mist surged and swirled, condensing in the blink of an eye into an impenetrable protective shield, tightly enveloping Shi Feiyang. Under the influence of the Mingyu Gong, his skin took on a warm, translucent luster, like a piece of jade carved through millennia, emitting a soft yet mysterious light, as if seamlessly blending with this mysterious force, becoming one with it.

Shi Feiyang tapped the ground lightly, and the moment his toes touched the ground, he was pushed by a pair of invisible hands. His figure retreated several feet like a ghost. His movements were light and smooth, and every rhythm of this fierce battle was under his control.

At that moment, dim moonlight struggled to penetrate the thick clouds, casting a shadow over the austere landscape, casting an eerie silver veil over everything around. Not far away, the dilapidated City God Temple loomed in the night, like a dormant giant beast, silently gazing at this life-or-death battle.

Shi Feiyang's gaze swept across this gloomy place. There was no fear in his heart, only persistence in justice and belief in victory.

Immediately afterwards, Shi Feiyang used the "Hundred Victories Sword Technique". The Burmese sword in his hand drew a sharp cold light in the dim night, just like a lightning bolt tearing through the dark night sky, instantly illuminating everything around him.

He swiftly unleashed his "Pine Welcoming Guests" move, his blade bearing an unstoppable, sharp momentum, directly meeting Xue Wuya's mace. The two weapons collided in mid-air with a resounding clang, a sound so deafening it threatened to rupture an eardrum. Sparks flew like fireworks in the night sky, igniting the fuse of a fierce battle.

Xue Wuya only felt a powerful recoil from the mace, like a surging torrent, which made his arm numb. He was secretly shocked in his heart: "Shi Feiyang's skills are so profound!"

When Shi Feiyang heard the exclamation, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a hint of disdainful sneer, and he thought to himself: "Just you guys think you can stop me from upholding justice?" At this time, two masters of the Evil Gang quickly joined the battle.

Their eyes were fierce, and they were obviously unwilling to give Shi Feiyang a moment's respite.

One wielded a pair of ghost-head knives, unleashing the "Evil Twin Slash" technique. Each strike carried an incomparably ruthless momentum, striking directly at Shi Feiyang's vital points. Each strike ripped the air apart, emitting a sharp whistling sound that sent shudders down his spine. The other wielded an iron chain covered in sharp barbs, unleashing the "Soul-Locking Chain Dance." The chain whirled through the air, sealing Shi Feiyang's escape route completely.

The iron chain slashed through the air, making a sharp sound, like a venomous snake hidden in the darkness, ready to deliver a fatal blow at any moment. The dust on the ground was stirred up by their fight, filling the air and making the entire space hazy.

Facing the siege of these two masters, Shi Feiyang's expression was as cold as ice, but his eyes revealed determination and confidence.

He turned around and displayed a wonderful lightness skill called "hiding one's body and name".

Among the enemy group, Shi Feiyang was like a white phantom, moving quickly and freely. Every movement brought up a breeze, blending into the night, making it difficult to grasp his whereabouts.

The surrounding trees rustled their branches and leaves as he led them, marveling at his bravery.

While Shi Feiyang was dodging the attacks flexibly, he was quickly thinking of a countermeasure in his mind, thinking about how to find the enemy's weakness in this complicated battle situation.

At the same time, the Burmese knife in Shi Feiyang's hand flashed coldly in the darkness as he unleashed a series of lethal moves from his "Hundred Victories Sword Technique," including "Golden Dragon Claw" and "Dragon Fighting in the Wild." Each swing of the knife was laced with powerful Qi, forming vortexes of Qi that engulfed and crushed the approaching enemy bandits.

Crack! The vortex of true energy was like a meat grinder, sending enemies screaming and falling wherever it passed. Blood stained the ground red, a scene particularly terrifying in the dim light. The blood mixed with the dust on the ground, forming a muddy mess that made people's footsteps heavy. Shi Feiyang looked at the miserable state of the enemy without a trace of pity, knowing that these villains had committed evil deeds every day, and today was their retribution.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Xue Wuya thought to himself: "Shi Feiyang is indeed worthy of his reputation. I am no match for him in a head-on fight. It seems that I can only use that move." Thinking of this, he quietly winked at one of his men beside him.

The subordinate understood what he meant and suddenly pulled out a black ball from his pocket and threw it towards Shi Feiyang. Shi Feiyang was startled, keenly aware of the great danger contained in the ball, and immediately used the sixth level of Mingyu Gong to form a solid Qi barrier in front of him.

With a resounding "boom," the ball exploded in front of Shi Feiyang, sending a thick black smoke billowing out. The smoke quickly spread, enveloping everything around. The smoke was also tinged with a pungent odor, clearly highly toxic and nauseating. The already dim ground became even more eerie, with the surrounding scenery becoming hazy and indistinct in the smoke, making one feel as if they were in hell.

Xue Wuya and the others held their breath, donned their pre-prepared gas masks, and rushed towards Shi Feiyang from all directions, attempting to kill him while he was being poisoned. However, Shi Feiyang, relying on the powerful defense of Mingyu Gong, was not harmed at all by the poison gas.

Not only that, he instantly condensed the poisonous smoke in the air into ice.

Shi Feiyang roared, his voice resounding throughout the air as he unleashed his ultimate killer move, "Heaven and Earth Live Together," from the Hundred Victories Sword Technique. He leaped high into the air, his Burmese sword, brimming with the energy of seventy percent of his Mingyu Gong. A dazzling radiance shone through the night sky like a meteor, slashing towards Xue Wuya. The light illuminated the entire space, leaving no trace of the enemy. The force of that strike seemed to split the heavens and earth, a terrifying blow.

The strong wind howled around him, cheering him on.

Shi Feiyang had only one thought in his mind at this moment: to catch all these villains in one fell swoop and restore peace to the world.

Clang! Just as Shi Feiyang's knife was about to chop Xue Wuya, a mysterious light suddenly shot out from the ruins of the City God Temple, like a solid shield, blocking Shi Feiyang's knife back.

Shi Feiyang was shocked and looked carefully, only to see a huge circular magic circle slowly rising from the ruins.

The magic circle was covered in strange symbols. These symbols resembled ancient texts and mysterious totems, emitting a deep blue light, telling of the vicissitudes of time and mysterious power. Shi Feiyang instantly remembered that these symbols were somewhat similar to the symbols he had found in the sect whose leader had disappeared, except that these symbols were more complex and mysterious, hiding endless secrets.

The broken walls of the City God Temple appeared even more dilapidated under the blue light of the magic circle, witnessing the cruelty of this fierce battle.

Xue Wuya took the opportunity to escape and hid behind the magic circle with a smug smile on his face: "Shi Feiyang, this is a magic circle left over from ancient times. You can't escape today!" As the magic circle slowly rose, the surrounding air was distorted by an invisible force and became extremely oppressive.

Shi Feiyang felt his internal energy becoming chaotic under the influence of this force, as if countless small hands were pulling at his meridians. He tried to attack again, but found his movements becoming sluggish, as if he were stuck in a quagmire.

Every time he practiced his skills, he could feel the suppression of that mysterious force, as if an invisible pair of hands were tightly binding his meridians, preventing him from freely exerting his strength. He thought to himself: There is always someone better than you, there are always buildings beyond your reach, and there are always mountains beyond your reach! But the fighting spirit in his heart remained undimmed, instead burning even more vigorously. He firmly believed that justice would triumph over evil.

At this moment, a mysterious voice emanated from the magic circle: "Shi Feiyang, you shouldn't interfere in this matter. This is the fate of the martial arts world, and no one can stop it." The voice echoed ethereally, as if coming from the endless void, with unquestionable majesty, announcing some irreversible fate. Shi Feiyang snorted coldly: "I don't care about the fate, I only know that justice will triumph over evil."

After saying this, he activated Mingyu Gong, mobilizing the true energy in his body, trying to break free from the constraints of this mysterious power.

White mist swirled around him, counteracting the blue light emanating from the magic circle. For a moment, the lights intersected, the air surged, and there was a rumbling sound! The two powerful forces collided fiercely in the air, creating a spectacular scene. The collision of light and air caused the surrounding air to tremble, and the dust on the ground was swept up, forming a dust fog.

A fierce wind raged over the battlefield, blowing the surrounding trees this way and that, and even trembling at this showdown of power. Shi Feiyang gritted his teeth, beads of sweat forming on his forehead, but his eyes remained unwavering as he stared intently at the magic circle, determined to break through this obstacle.

Just when Shi Feiyang was in a stalemate with the mysterious force, a burst of hurried horse hooves suddenly came from the distance.

The sound of horse hooves was like waves of war drums, beating in people's hearts.

A moment later, a group of people dressed in strange costumes appeared outside the City God Temple. Their clothes were embroidered with an ancient totem, which looked like a phoenix with wings spread out, surrounded by flames, appearing mysterious and majestic.

This group of people held various strange weapons in their hands. Some resembled longswords, some daggers, and some bows and arrows, but they all exuded a chilling aura. Leading the group was a white-haired old man with a deep gaze that revealed the wisdom accumulated over the years.

His appearance undoubtedly added some unknown variables to the confrontation, making the entire situation even more confusing.

Shi Feiyang looked at this group of uninvited guests, secretly alert in his heart, but also vaguely looking forward to a turn of the situation. He held the Burmese knife tightly in his hand, ready to face new challenges at any time.

(End of this chapter)