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

Thirteen Deadly Swords – Fourth Sword, Awakening of Insects!

This sword strike no longer pursues extreme speed and tricky angles, but instead concentrates all its energy and cold killing intent into a single point at the tip of the sword!

The sword was drawn silently, yet it seemed to stir up a certain solemn and murderous rhythm in the world!

There was no dazzling sword light, no terrifying momentum.

There is only one "line" that is condensed to the extreme, so fast that it exceeds the limits of visual perception, and seems capable of piercing through all obstacles!

At one end of the "line" is Meng Fei's hand holding the sword steadily.

The other end of the "line" —

"Pfft!"

A faint yet crystal-clear sound of a blade piercing flesh rang out abruptly amidst the clamor of exclamations and the whooshing of blade energy.

Ma Qingqian's figure suddenly froze, the smile on his face, a mixture of madness, determination, and a hint of impending triumph, instantly solidified and was replaced by boundless astonishment and disbelief.

He slowly lowered his head, and before him stood a chillingly sharp longsword piercing his throat.

No blood gushed out, because the sword was too fast and too sharp; the wound was instantly sealed by the longsword.

But he could feel his life slipping away rapidly through the cold hole in his throat.

Even as death approached, he couldn't understand why his fatal strike, imbued with the power of his entire life and the essence of countless poisons, had...missed? Why was his opponent's sword...so fast that he couldn't even see it?

Clang!

The Miao sword, gleaming with a ghostly blue light, slipped from my grasp and fell to the ground, its blue glow quickly fading.

The dust has settled on the arena!

Meng Fei slowly sheathed his sword. His face was still pale, and his breathing was even more even and long than before, as if the earth-shattering sword strike had not consumed much of his energy.

The entire venue was deathly silent!

All eyes were fixed on the figure in green robes holding a sword on the stage, and on the corpse at his feet that was rapidly losing its warmth.

From Ma Qing unleashing his deadly move to Meng Fei counterattacking with his sword, the entire process took only a flash. Many people didn't even see how the sword was thrust out!

Below the stage, Aya from Baicaodong slowly removed her hand from her mouth, her chest heaving violently, her eyes filled with indescribable shock.

She finally witnessed firsthand the terrifying, hidden strength of the man she had once saved, a strength that could decide life and death in an instant!

The representatives from the other villages had different expressions, ranging from shock and fear to curiosity and awe... all these emotions were intertwined in every gaze directed at Meng Fei.

The Five Poisons Sect elder in charge of the event gave Meng Fei a deep look, then announced loudly, "Meng Fei of Black Stone Village wins!"

In the area where Black Stone Village is located, Sha Xiong, a Miao hero known for his composure and decisiveness, only had his last doubts completely dispelled after witnessing Meng Fei's ghostly swordsmanship that pierced through Ma Qing in a desperate situation.

"Excellent! What a deadly thirteen-sword technique!"

Sha Xiong secretly praised Meng Fei's swordsmanship. Previously, Sha Luo had highly praised Meng Fei's swordsmanship. Due to certain considerations, he ultimately overruled the objections and let Meng Fei represent Black Stone Village in the battle, but he never got to see it in person.

At this moment, Meng Fei proved himself in the most direct and shocking way. His swordsmanship was exquisite and his killing was decisive and ruthless, far exceeding what Sha Luo described, and even surpassing ordinary martial artists in Miao territory.

Time slipped away quietly in the tense atmosphere.

Meanwhile, the battle for the title of Saintess has also come to an end.

However, the result left everyone speechless and even somewhat at a loss.

Ten candidates for the Holy Maiden title from various Miao villages, after several rounds of dangerous and treacherous battles of poison skills, failed to demonstrate an absolute strength sufficient to overpower the others and convince the other nine.

Ultimately, the fierce struggle turned into a stalemate, with no one able to gain the upper hand and no one willing to admit defeat.

This unexpected result means that, according to the rules of the Five Poisons Sect, if a final selection of the Holy Woman cannot be made, ...

The ongoing martial arts competition may become a key factor in determining the new Holy Maiden, giving the candidate recommended by the Miao village of the final victor a favorable chance in the overall evaluation, or even leading to their direct election!

In an instant, all eyes were focused even more intensely on the remaining martial arts arena.

What was originally just a martial arts contest to demonstrate the strength of each village and determine the allocation of resources suddenly took on a much higher significance, directly affecting the final outcome of the Five Poisons Sect's Holy Maiden position.

Half an hour later, the martial arts battle finally came to a final showdown!

On the arena, Meng Fei, still dressed in his blue robe, stood with his sword in hand.

Although his face was still pale, his eyes were increasingly calm and deep, like a still pool, without ripples.

Opposite him stood another undefeated powerhouse in this martial arts battle—Shi Hao from the Green Scorpion Village.

Shi Hao was about twenty-five or twenty-six years old, tall and upright, with a sharply defined face, and an air of fierce confidence about him.

Looking at the composed Meng Fei opposite him, Shi Hao showed no contempt, but rather a deep sense of seriousness.

"Was it you who forced Shi Yan back with a single sword strike?"

Shi Hao spoke slowly, his voice deep and resonant, carrying the distinctive accent of the Miao region.

However, before Meng Fei could answer, Shi Hao spoke again.

"I watched your sparring before. Your swordsmanship is fast, accurate, and ruthless. Your moves are concise and sharp, focusing on exploiting weaknesses. It is indeed remarkable."

Shi Hao's tone was calm, yet it carried a powerful sense of confidence and pressure.

"When I traveled through the Central Plains, I witnessed the swordsmanship of the Five Mountains Sword Sect. Your swordsmanship is different from that of the Five Mountains Sword Sect, leaning more towards... pure killing. In the art of killing, you have gone further than many swordsmen I have seen in the Central Plains."

However, after his evaluation, Shi Hao's tone suddenly changed, becoming cold and threatening.

He slowly raised his right hand and grasped the hilt of the curved sword at his waist.

"but……"

Shi Hao's gaze was like lightning, fixed firmly on Meng Fei. "That's all. Your swordsmanship may be exquisite. But I, Shi Hao, have traveled far and wide since I left the stronghold at the age of sixteen, traversing the perilous lands of the southwest, meeting heroes from the Central Plains, and honing my skills in the miasma and poisonous marshes, which is why I have achieved my current level of skill."

"My 'Hundred Refined Knife Technique' combines the grandeur of Central Plains knife techniques with the unpredictability of Miao knife techniques, making it far beyond ordinary martial arts."

"choke--!"

With a clear, resonant sound, the blue curved blade was drawn half a foot from its sheath, its edge faintly marked with dark green patterns, clearly indicating that it had been coated with a potent poison.

Shi Hao's voice carried an undeniable resolve: "Today's battle concerns the position of Holy Maiden, and even more so, the glory of my Green Scorpion Stronghold. I will not hold back. Your swordsmanship may be sharp, but if you wish to survive my blade... surrender now, and perhaps it's not too late!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a terrifying aura, far more solid and domineering than that of Ma Qing, mixed with iron-blooded killing intent and a faint, sweet-smelling poison, suddenly erupted from Shi Hao's body.

The crowd below the stage, regardless of which stronghold they belonged to, held their breath instantly. Everyone could see that Shi Hao of the Green Scorpion Stronghold possessed unfathomable strength, coupled with a firm will and decisive killing ability, making him far superior to the likes of Ma Qing.

This is probably the strongest enemy that the mysterious swordsman from the Central Plains has faced since he set foot in Miao territory!