Yang Fei's eyes widened in astonishment.

A Master of Sword Intent Condensing Dan was not like an ordinary Core Formation Expert.

In terms of combat strength, a Master of Sword Intent Condensing Dan could surpass a regular Core Formation Expert by more than two grades.

That is to say, this Core Formation Yellow Grade swordsman could very likely slay a Core Formation Earth Grade top expert.

The division of realms in Martial Arts is strict and well-defined.

The higher the realm of the martial artist, the more thorough their evolution.

And the more powerful the strength they possess.

But having power is one thing.

Whether or not one can unleash that power and turn it into combat strength

is another matter.

For example, the strength of an elephant is supreme among the beasts of the land.

Yet, when faced with the sharp fangs and teeth of the lion and tiger, even an elephant can fall prey to them.

There are always exceptions, and a monster like Yang Fei is not unique.

Although Yang Fei was only at the Transforming Energy Peak.

His strength and speed were already comparable to a Core Formation Yellow Grade Expert.

Add to that, his Yu Step, capable of disrupting a Core Formation Expert's Martial Arts Energy Field.

Yang Fei's actual combat ability was such that an ordinary Core Formation Yellow Grade Expert was really no match for him.

In fact, it would not be easy for even a Master of Gangjin to kill Yang Fei.

This guy's combat power is not terrible.

What's most terrifying is his sly and cunning way of fighting, with endless strategies and slippery deceit.

In Yang Fei's opinion, the brain is always more useful than fists and feet.

However, this Core Formation Yellow Grade swordsman was also a monster.

The swordsman didn't have his long sword drawn, he hadn't even drawn his scabbard.

Nevertheless, he gave Yang Fei an aura of cataclysmic horror.

The long sword raised high in the swordsman's hand was like the blade of Divine Punishment hanging in mid-air.

One swing, and nothing could withstand it.

The swordsman's long sword had not been unsheathed, but he had kept it in a ready-to-draw position.

As his long sword was slowly raised inch by inch,

his Sword Intent surged like the raging tides of the Qiantang River, wave after wave rising higher, covering the heavens and earth.

Yang Fei suddenly turned tail and ran.

The swordsman was taken aback.

He had never seen such a spineless coward before.

That unique unruliness of martial artists, along with a fondness for bravery and ferocity, he had none of it.

The swordsman's blade momentum had not yet gathered to the Great Perfection.

Yet upon seeing Yang Fei flee, the swordsman could only forcefully draw his sword.

Whoosh!

The lightning-fast sword light, like the Milky Way pouring down, chased Yang Fei with the force of thunderbolts.

Yang Fei ran as if a terrified rabbit, darting forward incessantly.

His speed was indescribable, the swordsman couldn't catch up at all.

The dazzling and brilliant sword light vanished in a flash behind Yang Fei.

The swordsman's strike missed, and a sense of loss couldn't help but rise in his heart.

Just then, Yang Fei suddenly turned around.

In his hands, he now held a bamboo pole used for hanging clothes, like an Eighteen-Foot Snake Spear, thrusting straight at the swordsman's throat.

Swoosh!

A piercing scream sounded through the air.

The power carried by the bamboo pole stirred the airflow, creating a raging vortex that shot straight for the swordsman's throat.

The swordsman had not expected

that this petty coward who only knew how to run away would suddenly erupt with such terrifying combat power.

He swung down his long sword, trying to cut the bamboo pole.

But the bamboo pole in Yang Fei's hands, like a venomous snake, quickly retracted.

The next second, the sharp end of the bamboo pole flicked toward the swordsman's groin.

In the blink of an eye, Yang Fei's bamboo pole danced wildly like a Golden Snake, striking lightning-fast, thrusting more than a dozen times.

The swordsman was caught off-guard, and with a thud, the end of the bamboo pole struck his thigh.

That sharp bamboo pole, like a Great Iron Spear, gave a powerful jab.

The swordsman's body involuntarily flipped to the left.

However, his reaction was incredibly swift, and while in mid-air, his sword light flashed.

Yang Fei only felt a lightness in his hand.

The bamboo pole had actually been chopped in half by the swordsman, causing him to stagger a bit.

Boom!

Just then, the wall on the left side of the alley burst open.

A massive figure charged out, arms wide open, and embraced Yang Fei.

Yang Fei felt as though he was being squeezed by a giant python, as the force wound tightly around his body.

He let out a loud shout, and with a shake of his arms, a fierce Dark Force burst forth.

The big man who embraced Yang Fei stood no more than 1.78 meters tall.

However, his frame was half a meter wide.

The fellow's muscles were developed horizontally, bulging and twisting, excruciatingly majestic.

Upon being assaulted by Yang Fei's Dark Force, the big man groaned in pain, his seven orifices bleeding.

The tough, bulletproof alloy armor on his body turned into a pile of tattered cloth in an instant.

Yet, Yang Fei could not break free from his embrace and was slammed hard against the opposite wall by him.

Boom!

A large hole was punched through the left wall, and both Yang Fei and the big man tumbled out heavily.

Whoosh!

The swordsman's long blade was launched with a destructive momentum, slashing down from the air.

Yang Fei released the Elephant Tremor Force, seven layers of Dark Force, infiltrating the big man's internal organs layer by layer.

The big man let out a cry and spurted a mouthful of fresh blood.

His arms went limp, finally releasing Yang Fei.

But at this very moment, the swordsman's blade, bright as snow, had already descended upon Yang Fei's head.

In this critical juncture,

Yang Fei's left hand rested on the back of the swordsman's blade, seemingly gentle, brushing it lightly.

The swordsman felt a tremendous pulling force take control of his long blade.

His blade veered slightly and chopped into the ground, burying itself deep in the earth.

Great Mount Sumeru Palm!

Yang Fei stabilized himself on the ground with his left leg and unleashed a series of connecting kicks.

The swordsman, struck in the abdomen, let go of his long blade.

His body, like a kite with its string cut, was flung away.

The swordsman, suspended mid-air, spewed blood wildly, spraying in droplets like a cascading waterfall.

"Let you see what I'm made of!"

Yang Fei bellowed, seizing the long blade from the ground and hurling it with force.

The blade's edge, carrying a chilling whistling sound, hummed as it shot toward the swordsman like lightning.

Yang Fei, exerting all his strength, had the Four Extremes within him working in unison for this attack.

The swordsman had never imagined

that the blade in his hand could unleash such a terrifying force.

He bit the tip of his tongue, his Essence Qi flaring, grabbing the metal sheath instantly and meeting the oncoming blade.

It must be said, the swordsman's move was exquisitely executed.

It fully displayed the swordsman's formidable strength and adaptability.

However, Yang Fei's Dragon Elephant Strength was no trivial matter.

After the blade entered the sheath, the accompanying great force snapped the swordsman's arm with a crack.

Then, the sheathed blade hit the swordsman's shoulder hard.

Crack!

A crisp sound echoed as the swordsman's shoulder bone shattered.

His body, struck by that great force, flew backward and vanished into the darkness.

In that clash, they both went all out, as quick as the flight of an eagle or a rabbit and as sudden as a thunderclap.

When Yang Fei saw the swordsman defeated, he was not about to let him escape.

With a loud yell, he pounced like a ferocious tiger.

Hisss hisss hisss!

Amidst the night, numerous crossbow arrows shot out from the shadows.

The arrows were incredibly strong and had a foul smell, indicating that the tips were poisoned.

Yang Fei rolled twice on the ground, dodging the numerous arrows, and continued his charge.

At the end of the alley, more than a dozen men appeared.

Holding their crossbows level, they stood in two rows to intercept Yang Fei, firing their arrows like swarming locusts.

Yang Fei couldn't get close for the moment, as the rows of crossbowmen gradually retreated into the darkness and disappeared from sight.

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