How Do We Play If This Boss Isn't Nerfed?-Chapter 62 - 60: Jiang Feng
No one’s gaze lingers on the defeated.
Though Lin Ye’s heart stirred, he quickly calmed himself.
He was more curious about the person who could break a proud genius like Zhang Yuqing, forcing her into five consecutive losses and making her cry in public. Just what kind of person was this Jiang Feng?
Just then, a burst of stifled gasps, accompanied by the sharp clang of metal on metal, echoed from the distance.
Lin Ye followed the sound with his eyes.
He saw that Ring One, near the west entrance of the gymnasium, was now surrounded by an impenetrable crowd.
Shouts and cheers rose and fell in waves.
On the ring, two figures were clashing fiercely.
Chen Meng suddenly spoke.
"Go take a look."
"See for yourself what the man who was number one for two straight semesters—and has remained undefeated ever since—looks like, before a dark horse like you burst onto the scene."
Lin Ye nodded and walked forward.
As he got closer, the scene on the ring became clearer.
The two combatants on the stage were both young men.
To Lin Ye’s shock, neither of them was wearing any protective gear.
Under the lights of the gymnasium ceiling, their weapons reflected a cold, chilling gleam.
They were live blades!
Real, deadly weapons!
In the four corners of the ring stood four instructors, their auras as solid as mountains. Their gazes were like torches, and their expressions were tense, clearly ready to intervene at a moment’s notice.
One of them, dressed in a striking red training uniform, moved with agile grace. He sped across the ring, leaving a trail of afterimages.
The weapon in his hand was a special kind of blade.
Its body was long and slender, with an elegant curve.
It was very different from a standard combat saber.
It was a Miao Blade.
In the hands of the young man in red, however, this Miao Blade had become a lethal weapon. Every swing and slash produced a sharp whistle as it tore through the air.
His opponent, on the other hand, was the complete opposite.
He was a young man in a black training uniform, with cold, stern, black eyes.
The spear in his hands made few flashy movements, yet it gave Lin Ye a feeling of absolute cold and deathly stillness.
The man himself was like a bottomless, ancient well; you couldn’t see a single ripple, nor could you sense any ordinary human emotion.
There was only a killing intent so pure it seemed innate.
Lin Ye’s gaze swept over the electronic match-up information beside the ring.
[Rank-Swap Bloodbath: Liao Donglai (3) VS Jiang Feng (1)]
At the moment, the situation on the stage looked as if the young man in red had the temporary advantage.
"So fluid, that blade work."
"The Miao Blade’s style is definitely different from standard techniques. Liao Donglai has a chance!"
Down below, a knowledgeable student exclaimed in amazement.
Lin Ye also took note of the swordsmanship displayed by the young man in red.
It wasn’t just fast and precise.
It was a form of muscle memory and sharp combat instinct forged from countless days and nights of practice, rehearsing every single move millions of times.
There wasn’t a single wasted motion. Every slash aimed for the vitals of the man in black, the glint of the blade a continuous torrent, like mercury spreading across the ground and seeping into every crack.
Lin Ye admitted to himself that in terms of sheer mastery of weapon technique, his own current spear skills were far from reaching such a level.
This was true, painstakingly honed skill.
However, Lin Ye’s brow slowly furrowed.
His gaze shifted from the dazzling storm of blades, locking firmly onto the other man.
Under the Miao Blade’s tempestuous assault, the response of the man in black was simple to the point of being almost crude.
His spear merely performed the simplest blocks, deflections, and parries within a small area in front of him.
Every tremor of the spear shaft perfectly intercepted the path of the incoming blade.
Each time the weapons met, they produced only a crisp "DING," as if a dragonfly were merely skipping across the water’s surface.
He wasn’t using much force, yet he always managed to perfectly dissipate the power of the red-clad man’s heavy, forceful slashes.
He looked like a lone skiff in a raging storm.
Ready to capsize at any moment.
But Lin Ye could clearly see that something was wrong.
’Completely wrong!’
The man in black’s defense looked incredibly perilous.
But in Lin Ye’s eyes, he was handling it with ease.
’This isn’t being suppressed at all.’
The audience below saw the Miao Blade pressing the attack against the spear.
But in Lin Ye’s eyes, it looked more like he was toying with him.
After confirming the disparity in strength between the two on stage, Lin Ye also understood who was who.
The one with the Miao Blade was the third-ranked student, Liao Donglai.
And the black-haired young man with the spear was Jiang Feng.
Lin Ye’s suspicion that Jiang Feng was toying with his opponent was confirmed just over ten seconds later.
Liao Donglai’s assault was still flawless. He made no mistakes and gave his opponent no openings.
But his opponent, it seemed, had grown bored.
Jiang Feng seemed to become weightless. With a light tap of his toes on the ground, his figure instantly blurred into a black line, cutting into a gap in Liao Donglai’s blade-work along a trajectory that completely defied the audience’s visual expectations!
It all happened so suddenly.
One second, he seemed to be on the defensive.
The next, he launched a sudden attack, charging directly into the sharpest glint of his opponent’s blade! 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎
This extreme transition from defense to offense left everyone’s mind momentarily stunned!
And in that same instant, the spear in Jiang Feng’s hand carved a fatal arc.
It was like a black viper, lying in wait for ages, finally baring its fangs!
PFFT!
All of Liao Donglai’s movements came to an abrupt halt.
His abdomen had been pierced straight through by the spear!
"Stop! The match is over! Jiang Feng wins!"
The refereeing instructor at the side of the stage’s face paled. He immediately shouted the result while his figure shot forward, trying to prevent the situation from worsening.
However, he was a step too late.
An expression finally appeared on Jiang Feng’s face.
It was a smile, chilling to the extreme and tinged with a morbid glee.
With a sudden flick of his wrist!
He flung his already incapacitated opponent into the air.
It wasn’t over!
Jiang Feng retracted his spear and thrust again!
SQUELCH!
SQUELCH!
Two sprays of blood burst from Liao Donglai’s kneecaps!
The crisp crack of shattering bone echoed clearly throughout the silent gymnasium!
Only after doing all this did Jiang Feng slowly retract his spear.
THUD.
Liao Donglai’s body landed heavily on the ring like a sack of mud. It convulsed violently twice, then he passed out completely.
Blood stained the floorboards beneath him red.
The entire arena fell into a dead silence.
Everyone was so horrified by the bloody and cruel scene that they were rendered speechless.
Standing in the pool of blood, Jiang Feng slowly raised his head. His gaze swept over the terrified, fearful faces below the stage, and the smile on his face widened.
He stuck out his tongue and licked away the blood that had just splattered from his opponent.
In that moment, he looked like a demon who had just finished a satisfying meal.
The faces of the several refereeing instructors turned ashen as they rushed onto the stage at once.
They checked Liao Donglai’s injuries and immediately began to stanch the bleeding.
After confirming that Liao Donglai’s injuries were extremely severe,
one of the most hot-tempered instructors pointed a finger at Jiang Feng’s nose and roared in fury.
"Jiang Feng! What do you think you’re doing?!"
"Liao Donglai had already lost the ability to fight back! Why did you have to be so vicious?!"
"His abdomen was pierced, and the bones in both his knees are shattered! You’re trying to ruin his entire life!"
