"Tyrant Blade Art Third Form, Unstoppable Advance!"

As the muscles on his face twisted in a furious snarl, Dominating Black Arm Saber Kang Zhouxue roared. His outlandishly shaped saber, glowing with the cold, domineering light of a guillotine blade, swung through the air. It unleashed a tyrannical aura so potent it was almost palpable, causing the pupils of everyone present to contract in fear. He clearly no longer dared to underestimate Chen Fei, immediately unleashing one of his killing moves.

The Tyrant Blade Art was infamous throughout the Martial Forest. To master such a technique, one needed not only immense talent in the way of the saber but also a history of great slaughter. Only by bathing in blood could one cultivate the "tyranny" required by the art. Otherwise, success was as illusory as a flower in a mirror or the moon's reflection on water—completely unattainable.

It was precisely this renowned trump card, the Tyrant Blade Art, that had allowed Kang Zhouxue to build his fearsome reputation in the Martial Forest over the years. He had also fought numerous Innate Early Stage warriors; some of the weaker ones had faced life-threatening danger before him. That alone spoke volumes about his power.

PSSH!

The wicked saber whistled through the air, and the many members of the Tiger Leopard Hall present couldn't help but wince. Clearly, they were all too familiar with Protector Kang's fearsome, ultimate technique.

However, faced with such an astonishingly lethal attack, Chen Fei seemed to be frozen in fear, standing completely motionless. This scene left many of the observers baffled.

After all... no matter how strong that kid is, there's no way he can survive an attack from Protector Kang at this range, right?!

This was Protector Kang's most powerful trump card, the Tyrant Blade Art!

"Boy, you dare to cause trouble at our Tiger Leopard Hall Headquarters. This is the biggest mistake of your life... What an arrogant fool, hahaha!" Seeing his saber's momentum beginning to envelop the little rascal's position, Kang Zhouxue could no longer hold back a sinister laugh. Over the years, anyone who had dared to be arrogant and underestimate him had met a miserable end.

It seems this kid got overconfident just because he has a little skill. He didn't even try to dodge. What an absolute fool to be enveloped by my ultimate technique, the third form of the Tyrant Blade Art! Haha... You will surely regret this! To underestimate me, the Dominating Black Arm Saber Kang Zhouxue? Heh...

Hmph!

"ROAR!"

"DIE!"

Amid Kang Zhouxue's ferocious laughter, the terrifying blade form and the immense pressure it generated twisted and spiraled, descending from above to furiously chop down upon Chen Fei. But just as the domineering blade pressure reached its absolute peak, it began to surge uncontrollably.

Kang Zhouxue let out another roar, which turned into a ghastly, piercing howl. The saber in his hand plummeted like the crescent blade of a guillotine.

But in the very next moment, his expression flickered. From within the sweeping torrent of his own blade's pressure, he detected a terrifying sliver of danger that made his hair stand on end!

What... what is happening?!

Kang Zhouxue's face changed. A memory from before flashed in his mind, filling his eyes with shocked disbelief. He hesitated for a fraction of a second, then gritted his teeth. With a muffled grunt, he pushed his Tyrant Blade Art to its absolute limit. The aura surrounding the blade began to glow with a faint reddish hue that quickly deepened into a startling blood-red!

CLANG!

RUMBLE! RUMBLE, RUMBLE...

But just as Kang Zhouxue was about to unleash every ounce of his power into this ultimate strike, he suddenly felt a horrifying aura and a terrifying force surge out from within the blinding radiance of his own attack. An ear-splitting sound vibrated through the air.

"No!" Kang Zhouxue's face contorted in horror. From beneath the crushing weight of his blade's light, a sword of blazing fire rose to meet it.

The saber and the sword clashed violently in mid-air, a sight that made the hearts of many onlookers seize in their chests.

CLANG!

Streaks of fire slammed against the invisible, tyrannical aura, and the resulting collision detonated like a shockwave. In a flash, an invisible, circular ripple expanded outwards in all directions. Instantly, everyone present felt as if they'd been slammed by some unseen force, sending them sprawling and crying out in pain.

Even some of the nearby buildings began to rumble and collapse, unable to withstand the force of the blast. The scene was simply staggering.

"You, you, you..."

On the battlefield, Kang Zhouxue still held his exaggerated saber in a downward-chopping stance. But his seemingly unstoppable, domineering strike had been halted. The man who blocked it, a youth in his twenties, casually held a searing, red-hot sword of fire in one hand.

The nonchalant look on his face, the faint, mocking smirk at the corner of his lips, made it seem as if he hadn't even broken a sweat.

But... but how is that possible?! That's Protector Kang, a warrior at the peak of the Innate Early Stage!

As for the other main actor on this stage, Dominating Black Arm Saber Kang Zhouxue, his eyes trembled as he stared at Chen Fei, his face a mask of ferocity and utter disbelief.

He remained frozen in his attacking posture, the veins on his arms bulging as he gritted his teeth. His body trembled with immense effort as he tried to force the saber down, but it seemed to be fixed in place, unable to move another inch.

WHOA!

A collective gasp swept through the members of the Tiger Leopard Hall headquarters.

Even knowing the young man was strong, none of them had imagined a scene this incredible. The contrast between Kang Zhouxue's strained, ferocious expression and Chen Fei's calm, almost mocking demeanor was stark. What kind of power gap could possibly create such a scene?

Zhou Ye watched, his face pale and his expression grim.

Further away, Ruan Jing and Yama Wang Dashan stared with utter shock, clearly rattled by the display.

CLANG!

SWISH!

In the next instant, Chen Fei flicked his wrist. The force sent Kang Zhouxue stumbling backward. The immense impact, coupled with his momentary shock, made him lose his grip. His saber flew through the air, spun several times, and plunged blade-first into the ground, leaving only the hilt and half the blade exposed.

Seeing this, Kang Zhouxue fell to the ground with a thud, his face etched with fear. In that moment, he was sure he had smelled the stench of death.

"You've jumped around long enough, haven't you?" The cold voice spoke right beside his ear. Kang Zhouxue shuddered violently and spun around, only to find the very source of his terror—the young man—standing right behind him.

The sheer, bone-chilling coldness in Chen Fei's expression was enough to make Kang Zhouxue tremble, nearly scaring him witless.

"...Flame Finger!"

At that moment, Chen Fei raised his eyes and pointed a finger. The motion seemed deceptively slow. Instantly, a beam of Flame Energy shot out like a laser, piercing the air. In the next moment, it accurately struck Kang Zhouxue's chest, punching a bloody hole straight through it.

WHOOSH!

However, just as the finger was about to pierce his heart, Kang Zhouxue reacted with shocking speed. With a violent twist of his waist, he shifted just enough to avoid a fatal blow. Instead, the beam of fire tore through his arm, sending a spray of blood into the air. He reappeared several meters away, panting heavily, one entire side of his body drenched in his own blood.

Clearly, as a warrior at the peak of the Innate Early Stage, Kang Zhouxue was no weakling; he had barely managed to evade Chen Fei's fatal attack. Yet, the disparity in their strength was now painfully obvious. His face was a mask of terror and disbelief as he began to back away.

"And where do you think you're going? Running away?" Just then, a hand landed heavily on Kang Zhouxue's blood-soaked shoulder. A cold, utterly grim voice sounded in his ear. The hand belonged to none other than Zhou Ye!

"Deputy Hall Master Zhou, I... I'm no match for him! If we keep fighting, I... I'll die!" Seeing and hearing Zhou Ye, Kang Zhouxue shuddered, his voice trembling with fear as he spoke.

"Trash! Shut up!"

Seeing a mighty Ancient Martial Artist, a master at the peak of the Innate Early Stage, so thoroughly terrified by that brat, Zhou Ye roared in fury. He then glared at Kang Zhouxue and said icily, "I've already sent for Deputy Hall Master Qing Hu and Lord Luo Zun. Just hold on a little longer..."

"Deputy Hall Master Qing Hu and Lord Luo Zun?"

Hearing this, a flicker of joy ignited on Kang Zhouxue's battered face. But when he heard the rest of Zhou Ye's words, he couldn't help but hesitate, murmuring uncertainly, "But..."

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