From the beginning of Swordsman, he created a legend in the martial arts world.

Meng Fei slowly stepped onto the arena, his gaze calmly falling on his opponent who had been waiting for a long time.

He was a short, stocky Miao man with sharp, hawk-like eyes, named Ma Qing. He came from "Silver Toad Valley," one of the ten Miao villages of the Five Poisons Sect, alongside Black Stone Village.

When he saw that his opponent was actually from the Central Plains, and especially after seeing the pale face of his opponent, he revealed an undisguised mockery and contempt.

"Is Black Stone Village out of people? They actually sent a Central Plains man to his death. It seems Sha Xiong is truly getting old!"

Ma Qing spoke loudly, deliberately making sure everyone below the stage could hear him clearly, which drew laughter from the various villages.

However, not all of these people underestimated Meng Fei. After all, being able to represent Black Stone Village in the battle was already proof of his ability.

Despite the provocation, Meng Fei acted as if he hadn't heard it, calmly observing his opponent, especially the Miao knife at Ma Qing's waist.

The scabbard was entirely black, seemingly made of some strange wood, yet its surface was adorned with countless tiny, eerie blue specks, giving it an indescribable air of mystery.

On the other side of the arena, in the area belonging to "Baicaodong", a beautiful young girl dressed in green was staring wide-eyed at the figure in green with disbelief.

"How...how could it be him?"

Aya instinctively covered her mouth, suppressing the gasp that almost escaped her lips.

The man who had been lying by the stream, barely alive, had now appeared at the Five Poisons Sect headquarters, and was even representing Black Stone Village in this crucial selection of the Holy Maiden.

This was completely beyond her imagination!

Representatives from other villages below the stage were also discussing the matter animatedly.

There was surprise, disdain, curiosity, and above all, deep doubt. Sha Xiong was known for his shrewdness and cunning; he would never send a useless person to embarrass himself at such an important occasion. It seemed this mysterious young man from the Central Plains was probably not so simple after all!

Amidst the clamor and focused gazes, the Five Poisons Sect elder, who was presiding over the match, seeing that both sides were in place, immediately shouted loudly, "Meng Fei of Black Stone Village versus Ma Qing of Silver Toad Valley—the duel begins!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the mockery on Ma Qing's face vanished instantly, replaced by a solemn and fierce expression as if facing a formidable enemy!

Although Ma Qing outwardly looked down on Meng Fei, he was already on high alert.

Being chosen by Sha Xiong to represent Black Stone Village in this battle speaks volumes; Sha Xiong would never joke about the reputation of Black Stone Village!

"Clang—!"

A sharp, piercing metallic clang rang out, and Ma Qing charged forward like a cheetah, while the strange Miao knife at his waist was suddenly drawn!

The blade did not have the usual metallic luster, but a dark gray-blue. The moment the blade sliced ​​through the air, a cloud of extremely fine powder, shimmering with a faint blue light, silently enveloped Meng Fei in the wind.

Seeing this, Meng Fei's pupils contracted slightly, but he did not panic. He quickly changed his footwork, and his figure slid several feet to the side and back like a willow catkin, easily dodging the deadly poison powder.

At the same time, Meng Fei drew his longsword with a clang!

The sword light was cold and clear, carrying a chilling killing intent, and instantly tore through the night sky.

Thirteen Deadly Swords - Serpent Probing the Cave!

The sword tip transformed into a cold star, piercing through Ma Qing's terrifying sword strike and directly targeting the vital point exposed by his sword swing!

Precise, ruthless, and without any fancy tricks!

Ma Qing was terrified. His attack was a feint, with the real killing move coming from the subsequent series of sword techniques. However, he did not expect Meng Fei to react so quickly and launch such a cunning and ruthless counterattack, directly targeting the most difficult part of his move transition.

Left with no other choice, he could only forcibly sheathe his sword. With a flick of his wrist, the gray-blue Miao sword transformed into an arc of light, blocking the incoming blade.

"Ding!"

The swords clashed, producing a clear, ringing sound.

Ma Qing felt a concentrated yet sharp force emanating from the sword, which further alarmed him.

This young man from the Central Plains has such a sharp sword intent; he's definitely not as weak as he looks.

After ascertaining Meng Fei's true strength, Ma Qing's expression hardened, and he immediately unleashed the Panwang Saber Technique to fight Meng Fei.

Ma Qing's knife skills are unpredictable, sometimes wide and powerful, sometimes cunning and bizarre, and when combined with poison powder, they are impossible to defend against.

Meng Fei's swordsmanship, on the other hand, is a completely different style. The Thirteen Deadly Swords in his hands are simple, sharp, and efficient.

Each sword strike is aimed directly at the vital point, and it does not directly clash with the sword force mixed with hemp and poison powder. Instead, it relies on the exquisite technique of the Thirteen Deadly Swords to always be able to use speed to defeat slowness and skill to break through force when the opponent's poison technique is about to be released, and to attack the opponent's defenses when they are about to be released.

"Sizzle!"

As the sword flashed, a gash appeared in Ma Qing's sleeve. Had he not pulled back quickly enough, his hand would likely have been severed by the sword.

The audience watching from below the stage gradually abandoned their initial disdain and doubt, which was replaced by growing surprise and solemnity.

No one expected that the swordsman from the Central Plains on the stage would be so fierce, even forcing the usually unpredictable Ma Qing into a state of panic.

Meanwhile, Aya from Baicaodong was captivated by the sight, her hands unconsciously clenching the hem of her clothes.

Although she was not knowledgeable in advanced martial arts, she could still see the skill of the man in the blue robe on the stage, as well as his calm and profound demeanor. He was completely different from the weak and dying image she remembered!

Who exactly is he? And how is he connected to Black Stone Village? Could he actually be associated with Black Stone Village...?

Just as Meng Fei and Ma Qing were locked in fierce combat, on a much wider arena in the center of the valley, the true protagonists of this Holy Maiden selection also began their contest.

The Miao girls, dressed in their finest attire and adorned with elaborate silver ornaments, were seen either standing in the center of the arena, manipulating poisonous insects to test and fight each other, or standing a few steps apart, using special techniques to generate poisonous smoke and powder, engaging in extremely dangerous battles within a small space.

Although the scene was not as fierce and terrifying as a martial arts battle, the danger and strangeness within it were no less intense.

The bites of poisonous insects and the pervasive toxic fumes mean that a moment's carelessness can lead to poisoning, collapse, or even death.

Although several elders of the Five Poisons Sect were there to watch over him and were ready to help, accidents are always inevitable.

One of the candidates for sainthood was accidentally bitten by a "Seven-Step Golden Centipede" cultivated by her opponent. Although she was rescued in time by the elder, her face turned blue and purple, and she lost her eligibility to compete.

Just as the battle of poisons between the candidates for saintess reached its climax, the fight on the other side of the arena also reached a critical juncture that would determine the outcome.

Faced with Meng Fei's deadly Thirteen Swords, each move precise and ruthless to the extreme, Ma Qing, despite his "Panwang Saber Technique" being impenetrable, was still forced to retreat step by step by that lightning-fast sword light, facing constant danger.

The first three moves of the Thirteen Deadly Swords – “Serpent Probing the Cave”, “Three Stars Stealing the Soul”, and “Rainbow Piercing the Sun” – have reached perfection in Meng Fei’s hands.

The sword moves seem simple, yet they can always pierce through the dense net of blades at the most unbelievable angles, directly targeting the slightest flaw in the move.

"laugh!"

A sword flash grazed Ma Qing's ribs, taking away a piece of flesh. If he hadn't pulled his abdomen in time, the sword would have disemboweled him.

The two exchanged only a dozen or so moves, and Ma Qing had already narrowly escaped death several times.

The various poisons he had used to force Meng Fei to retreat had been exhausted, while the man from the Central Plains opposite him was still breathing steadily, clearly still having some strength left.

The defeat seems inevitable!

"No! I cannot lose! Especially not to someone from the Central Plains!"

A glint of madness flashed in Ma Qing's eyes. It was one thing to lose to the others from Black Stone Village, but to be defeated by a Central Plains man of unknown origin—what would become of Silver Toad Valley's reputation? How would he explain himself when he returned?

Fight!

"roar--!"

Ma Qing suddenly let out a roar, and his aura suddenly surged!

Suddenly, the Miao knife in his hand shone brightly with blue light, and the tiny blue dots seemed to come alive, frantically moving and flashing.

"Panwang's Blood Sacrifice - All Poisons Return to Their Source!"

This is the most ferocious and suicidal move in the Panwang Blade Technique. It uses one's own blood essence as a catalyst to unleash a deadly blade aura that condenses a lifetime of skill and the essence of all poisons.

Before the blade's aura was even drawn, a foul wind carrying a sweet, rotten stench swept across the arena, causing even the spectators nearby to retreat in terror, their faces turning pale.

This strike was as fast as lightning. Wherever the blade passed, a solidified, dark blue poisonous light rushed straight at Meng Fei, blocking all his escape routes. He had no choice but to take the hit head-on!

Gasps of surprise erupted from the audience!

Everyone could see that Ma Qing was fighting desperately. Even if an elder of the Five Poisons Sect saw this, he would die here!

Aya from Baicaodong suffered a sudden cardiac arrest, instinctively covering her mouth with her hand, her eyes filled with terror.

However, facing a deadly strike that embodied Ma Qing's lifelong cultivation and contained deadly poison, Meng Fei's eyes remained calm and unwavering.

Just as that azure blade energy was about to strike—

Meng Fei made a move!

His figure seemed to blur slightly for a moment, and the long sword in his hand suddenly emitted a clear and melodious sword cry, like the roar of a dragon!

On the blade, there seemed to be tiny sparks of electricity dancing and flowing.

Thirteen Deadly Swords - Fourth Form: Awakening of Insects!