Fantasy: I Am the Villain.

Chapter 53 The Battle of Shaoshi Mountain (Part 4)

The battle between the two former leaders of the Beggars' Sect naturally attracted a lot of attention. The Beggars' Sect is the largest sect in the world and has a great reputation in the martial arts world.

Qiao Feng was renowned for his exceptional martial arts skills. Putting aside his background, it's unlikely that anyone present was confident they could defeat him one-on-one.

As for the new leader of the Beggars' Sect, that Iron-Faced Man surnamed Zhuang, although he is mysterious and unlike ordinary people, he is ruthless and must not be an easy opponent.

Moreover, the Beggars' Sect is full of talented people. This guy must have some special skills to stand out from all the masters and win the position of Beggars' Sect leader.

As everyone watched the two fight intently, they suddenly heard Qiao Feng shout and unleash a palm strike as if in a frenzy, seemingly about to determine the victor.

Bai Ke suddenly exclaimed "Eh!" and looked at the spot where the two were fighting with a look of disbelief in his eyes.

"What is that? Spatial fluctuations?" This guess startled Bai Ke, who knew that even his soul, which had undergone spatial baptism, could only detect some spatial laws in a preliminary way.

To cause spatial fluctuations, one must either directly break through the spatial barrier with great magical power, or, like Bai Ke came to this world, rely on the power of certain spatial artifacts.

However, given Qiao Feng's cultivation level, he probably couldn't meet the first condition, and the second was even more absurd.

But judging from Qiao Feng's move, he clearly grasped some basic understanding of the laws of space. What exactly is going on?

Bai Ke looked intently at Qiao Feng, who was indignant, and thought to himself that the secrets of this world were becoming more and more interesting, and there was also his own system.

I initially thought this was a parallel world, where the people were like NPCs in a game, without emotions or memories, mechanically operating according to the system's arrangements.

However, after spending more time with Bai Ke, he discovered that this place was actually an incredibly vibrant little world.

That makes things much more interesting. He doesn't believe his system has enough energy to create a virtual world; that would require far too much energy, and he hasn't yet figured out the secrets behind it.

Bai Ke has always had a fine tradition of thinking about things he can't figure out later. Putting aside his guesses for now, Bai Ke continued to look at the battlefield where the two were fighting.

You Tanzhi dodged Qiao Feng's powerful palm strike, but unexpectedly, the palm wind shattered the iron mask on his head, and a series of cracking sounds could be heard.

The iron mask shattered into pieces and fell to the ground. You Tan subconsciously raised his hand to cover his face, but the group of martial arts heroes still saw it clearly.

A collective gasp filled the air as everyone stared in disbelief at the inhuman-looking You Tanzhi, pointing and whispering amongst themselves.

Throughout history, the most annoying thing about onlookers has always been the number of people watching the spectacle. No matter the era, there are always some people who love to watch the excitement and treat the two people competing as if they were monkeys.

You Tanzhi felt quite uncomfortable being stared at by their strange looks, and thinking that he was being treated like this in turn, he could say it was all Qiao Feng's fault, so he became even more ruthless and vicious in his attacks.

Qiao Feng was startled by the twisted scars on You Tanzhi's face and was temporarily at a disadvantage.

It wasn't that Qiao Feng couldn't bear to see such a scene, but the iron mask that A Zi had branded was too cruel. When it landed on You Tanzhi's face, the scars looked like those of a vengeful ghost.

Qiao Feng was fighting You Tanzhi in close combat when he suddenly saw You Tanzhi's scar. He didn't react in time and was at a disadvantage.

Fortunately, Qiao Feng was skilled in martial arts, while You Tanzhi was inexperienced and no match for him. In no time, Qiao Feng turned the tide of the battle.

Seeing that the situation on Qiao Feng's side was stabilizing and that You Tanzhi was no match for Qiao Feng, Bai Ke realized that he hadn't finished investigating Qiao Feng's secrets and couldn't allow Qiao Feng to continue like this.

Turning his head to look at the battlefield of Duan Yu and his son, he saw four figures flying around, making quite a scene.

However, it was Duan Yu's apprentice, the Crocodile God of the South Sea, who, seeing that Duan Yu and his son were no match for Murong Fu, joined the battle and besieged Murong Fu.

It is no exaggeration to say that Murong Fu was on par with Qiao Feng. Although the martial arts of Duan Yu and the other two were not as good as the top-tier martial artists of the time, the combined strength of the three of them was still difficult for ordinary people to withstand.

But Murong Fu didn't care at all. His every move exuded a noble air, and he always managed to break through the three people's encirclement with exquisite skill.

Duan Zhengchun had been practicing the Dali Duan family's One-Finger Divine Skill for many years. He took the opportunity to fire a sneak shot, and with the South Sea Crocodile God's two large scissors swinging wildly, he was unable to escape for a while.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Bai Ke used his mind to control the evil thoughts within Murong Fu, stimulating his competitive spirit and making him no longer care about his image as a young master.

This small change went unnoticed by anyone, but Duan Yu and his two companions vaguely sensed that Murong Fu's swordsmanship had become even more formidable, with each move potentially fatal, and the three of them gradually found themselves unable to defend themselves.

In his haste, Duan Zhengchun's accuracy with the One-Finger Divine Skill dropped, and he accidentally stabbed the Crocodile God of the South Sea.

The Crocodile God of the South Sea turned around and cursed, "Damn it, don't think that just because you're my cheap master or father, I have to give way to you. You better watch your step."

Duan Zhengchun was feeling embarrassed and kept apologizing when Murong Fu, who had seized the opportunity, suddenly slapped him on the chest, causing him to spit out a mouthful of blood.

Duan Yu was a gentleman with a refined demeanor, and even his martial arts skills were something he learned by chance, forced by Bai Ke. Therefore, he seemed to be outmatched in attacking Murong Fu.

Aside from his superb dodging skills, he was inferior to ordinary people in everything else. Even the Six Meridians Divine Sword of the Dali Duan family was unreliable.

But seeing his father die on the spot, his eyes immediately turned red, "How dare you hurt my father?"

In his grief and indignation, he felt an inner force spontaneously emanating from his index finger, a force he had never fully mastered: the "Shangyang Sword."

This sword energy was formless and intangible, and Murong Fu only noticed it when it was almost upon him. A look of horror flashed in Murong Fu's eyes, and he immediately raised his hand to block it.

With a tearing sound, it was as if Duan Yu had ripped the clothes off Murong Fu's arm with a single sword strike.

"Uh..." Duan Yu looked at his index finger embarrassedly, he didn't know how he had managed to release it just now.

Anyway, I felt that my internal energy was flowing smoothly, and I could use it however I wanted, just like using my own limbs. I don't know how, but I was able to use the Shangyang Sword that I had never been able to use before.

But...but...Duan Yu just wanted to cover his face and not see anyone. He clearly aimed at Murong Fu's face...

Leaving aside Duan Yu's current embarrassment, Murong Fu was filled with disbelief. This invisible sword energy was extremely fast and impossible to dodge, so how could he possibly dodge it?