Martial Arts Overlord-Chapter 461 - 459: I’ll Let You Make Three Moves

Luo Feng’s piercing gaze made the short teenage boy shudder internally. A suffocating pressure caused him to involuntarily take a half-step back.

"Junior Brother Zhao, what’s wrong?"

Someone, noticing the tense atmosphere, spoke out.

"Nothing."

The short teenager, trying to maintain his composure, shook his head. In front of his peers, such a loss of face angered and embarrassed him. Staring intently at Luo Feng, he gritted his teeth and shouted, "Kid, do you have the Mu Yuan Spirit Fruit with you?"

"So what if I do?" Luo Feng replied indifferently, his gaze calm.

"Such a spiritual treasure is not meant for someone like you. Hand it over!" The short boy stretched out his hand, looking down at Luo Feng disdainfully, his eyes predatory.

Luo Feng sneered, "Hand it over? On what grounds? Just because you are disciples of the Sky Sword Pavilion?"

Having ascended to the pinnacle of the Ninth Heavenly Court Realm, Luo Feng was confident in his ability to effortlessly defeat four or five martial artists of the same level; naturally, he paid them no mind.

The short boy’s face stiffened. Seeing Luo Feng by himself, and young at that, he had initially thought it would be easy to seize the Mu Yuan Spirit Fruit from him. He hadn’t expected Luo Feng to completely disregard him, leaving him slightly taken aback.

"Kid, I’m giving you another chance. Leave the Mu Yuan Spirit Fruit and scram! Otherwise, don’t blame me for being impolite!" The short boy’s face darkened, his clothes fluttering without wind as the aura of a Ninth Heavenly Court Realm martial artist emanated from him.

"Right, hand over the Mu Yuan Spirit Fruit quickly, and we’ll spare your life."

"Don’t scorn a toast only to drink a forfeit!"

Several other disciples of the Sky Sword Pavilion chimed in; only Chen Qi stood quietly without saying a word.

Luo Feng raised his eyebrows slightly. Looking at them, he taunted playfully, "The Mu Yuan Spirit Fruit is indeed on me. If you are capable, come and get it yourself. However, I’m afraid you lack the ability."

"What did you say?"

The three who had just spoken were dumbfounded.

As disciples of the Sky Sword Pavilion, one of the Twelve Golden Palaces, they were rarely disrespected when they ventured out. Even seasoned experts in the rtiad would show them some courtesy. Yet now, a mere teenager was holding them in contempt, which infuriated them all.

"Kid, since you’re determined to be shameless, don’t blame me for being ruthless! If you dare to disrespect me, I’ll break one of your hands as payment!"

The short martial artist snorted coldly, lunged forward, and attacked Luo Feng directly.

"Junior Brother Zhao, stop!"

Chen Qi cried out in alarm, trying to stop him, but it was already too late.

"Green Overlord Palm!"

With his gaze locked intently on Luo Feng, a savage smile appeared at the corner of the short martial artist’s mouth. With a swift movement of his arm, he threw out a palm strike, a millstone-sized green Palm Gang, which whistled forward with a violent sonic boom.

Luo Feng stood his ground, unmoving, a sneer on his lips as he casually threw a punch.

Seeing Luo Feng not even attempting to dodge, the shorter teenager became even more furious. He pushed his Yuan Qi to its limits, unleashing its full power, causing his green Palm Gang to expand violently, determined to shatter Luo Feng’s right arm.

BANG!

The punch and palm collided fiercely, releasing bursts of Qi Force that rustled the surrounding trees.

SPLAT!

The instant they clashed, the short martial artist screamed as if he had been rammed by several strong horses. He spat out blood and was sent flying backward.

"Junior Brother Zhao!"

The other two Sky Sword Pavilion disciples turned pale in shock. The tall teenager leaped out and caught the short martial artist.

"Senior Brother Xin Chong, my hand is broken! Avenge me..." The short martial artist’s right arm hung limply by his side, twisted at an unnatural angle. His eyes were wild as he stared at Luo Feng.

Xin Chong’s face became grim. He passed the short martial artist to another teenager beside him, his cold gaze fixed on Luo Feng, his aura steadily intensified. "Kid, who are you?"

Chen Qi, standing beside them, had a strange expression. In a low voice, he said, "Xin Chong, he is Luo Feng from the Purple Sun School, the top new talent of the Four Great Academies."

"Luo Feng!"

Upon hearing this, the other three Sky Sword Pavilion disciples were all taken aback.

"Senior Brother Xin Chong, Luo Feng from the Purple Sun School... isn’t he the one rumored to have ventured alone into Green Wood Peak and defeated numerous experts from the Duanmu Family? I heard that the outer sect elder Duanmuya was even killed by him..."

The young man holding the short martial artist looked at Luo Feng with a hint of dread in his gaze.

Duanmuya, an outer sect elder of the Sky Sword Pavilion, had been killed. This incident created a great commotion within the Sky Sword Pavilion, making Luo Feng known to many of its disciples.

"Humph! It’s just hearsay, distorted in the telling! On the day the Duanmu Family was destroyed, I was in Green Wood City. I saw with my own eyes Hu Yitian, the young master of the Hu Family from Snow Valley, leading many Hu Family experts to Green Wood Peak. It must have been the Hu Family who destroyed the Duanmu Family," Xin Chong looked at Luo Feng, his face filled with ridicule. "Venturing into Green Wood Peak alone... I don’t know which brainless person came up with such a rumor."

"So that’s it. I also found it rather impossible. Senior Brother, you are wise!" The young man who had spoken earlier nodded, subtly flattering Xin Chong.

Xin Chong then turned his attention back to Luo Feng. "Luo Feng, you wounded one of my Sky Sword Pavilion disciples. Do you understand your crime?"

Luo Feng met Xin Chong’s questioning gaze, his own calm as he replied coldly, "He attacked first. His skills were lacking, so he was injured by me. Who is there to blame?"

"Oh?"

Xin Chong narrowed his eyes at Luo Feng’s reply, a dangerous glint in them. He grinned maliciously. "So you’re saying I can kill you too, and it wouldn’t be a problem?"

"Provided you have the capability," Luo Feng said lightly.

Xin Chong’s face stiffened, and his eyelids twitched fiercely. He laughed, furious and sarcastic, "Arrogant! I, Xin Chong, will see today if your strength is as formidable as your mouth! If you don’t leave an arm behind today, don’t even think about leaving this place!"

Having witnessed Luo Feng’s abilities, Chen Qi was certain that Xin Chong was no match for him. Seeing that both sides were about to fight, he stepped forward, glanced at Luo Feng, and said to Xin Chong, "Xin Chong, Luo Feng found the Mu Yuan Spirit Fruit first. Let’s just drop this, alright? Let’s leave."

"Drop this?"

Xin Chong turned and looked at Chen Qi in surprise, then sneered, "We are Sky Sword Pavilion disciples, and one of us was injured by someone from one of the Four Great Academies! If word of this gets out, what face will we have left in the Pavilion? Chen Qi, you’re telling me to just drop it? If you’re scared, you can hide on the sidelines and watch!"

Chen Qi’s expression changed. He had offered advice out of camaraderie, only to be met with sarcasm.

"Fine. You said it. I won’t meddle in this."

Chen Qi’s voice was loud. His words were meant not only for Xin Chong but also for Luo Feng, clarifying that he was not taking an adversarial stance.

"Don’t worry. I only need one hand to teach this kid a lesson."

Xin Chong snorted, a gleeful look in his eyes. Although his strength was superior to Chen Qi’s, Chen Qi was the Princely Heir of the Tiger Might Marquis, and his prestige in the Sky Sword Pavilion had always overshadowed Xin Chong’s. If he could defeat Luo Feng today, his status among his fellow disciples would undoubtedly surpass Chen Qi’s.

Thinking about this, Xin Chong smiled. He turned to face Luo Feng and took a step forward.

BOOM!

The ground cracked, and a fierce Qi Force erupted from beneath Xin Chong’s feet. A violent wind gusted, sweeping away all the dead branches and fallen leaves.

"Teach him a lesson, Senior Brother Xin Chong!" the injured short martial artist stood aside, glaring at Luo Feng and grinding his teeth.

Xin Chong savored the feeling of being the center of attention. He licked his lips, looking at Luo Feng who stood casually. "Kid, I’ll give you three moves!"

"Is that so?"

Luo Feng shook his head slightly. "I hope you remember saying that."

CLANG!

As soon as his voice fell, Luo Feng drew the Rage Flame Knife and slashed out.

"..."

Xin Chong, who had been about to say more, had just opened his mouth when he saw a massive saber gleam whistling toward him. The intense, sharp aura made the hairs on his body stand on end.

What a powerful saber technique!

Xin Chong was aghast. The potent sense of crisis made his scalp tingle. He no longer cared about what he had just said and roared, "Mountain Crush Strike!"

BUZZ!

Pushing his Yuan Qi to its absolute limit, a dazzling golden light burst from Xin Chong’s body, forming a golden shield that enveloped him.

BOOM!

The saber gleam moved with incredible speed, instantly striking the golden shield. The tremendous sound was like a thunderbolt exploding in the forest.

A tremendous shockwave spread out in all directions, tearing the ground to shreds. The golden shield lasted only for a moment before vanishing. The saber gleam, though mostly diminished, was shattered by Xin Chong’s palm, but the force still pushed him back more than ten steps.

"What! Senior Brother Xin Chong’s Mountain Crush Strike was broken!"

The short young man was stunned, unable to believe his eyes.

The Mountain Crush Strike was a renowned defensive martial art of the Sky Sword Pavilion. When Xin Chong, at the peak of the Ninth Heavenly Court Realm, executed it, even martial artists of the same level found it hard to overcome. Yet, Luo Feng had shattered it with a single slash. What terrifying power Luo Feng possessed!

Chen Qi observed quietly from the side, shaking his head slightly at Xin Chong’s resentful face. Duanmuya’s Mountain Crush Strike couldn’t resist Luo Feng’s slash, let alone Xin Chong’s.

"Damn it!" 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

Xin Chong was both ashamed and enraged. To nearly suffer a loss at the hands of a disciple from one of the Four Great Academies made him furious. He gathered his Yuan Qi, preparing to unleash his strongest attack.

However, Luo Feng did not give him the chance.

"Eight Wastelands Explosion Flame!"

With sharp eyes, Luo Feng planted his Rage Flame Knife beside him. The airflow around him seethed, and he abruptly punched the ground.

BUZZ!

The surrounding Fire Yuan Qi instantly erupted violently. Visible waves of Yuan Qi rippled out from the ground, hurtling toward Xin Chong.

All of this happened in a flash. Xin Chong barely managed to raise another protective shield before a terrifying fist power exploded beneath his feet.

BOOM!

Amidst the deafening roar, a massive fiery pillar, many feet wide, erupted from Xin Chong’s position and shot into the sky. The scorching heatwave instantly ignited the surrounding leaves.

SPLAT!

Xin Chong felt a sweet taste in his throat and spat out a large mouthful of blood. His entire body was hurled into the air, smashing through an ancient tree before coming to a stop.

The short martial artist and the other Sky Sword Pavilion disciple nearby stared with mouths agape, speechless for a long moment.

Xin Chong was defeated! And in just two moves—no, he was sent flying and spitting blood by a single move! He had been utterly powerless to resist.

CLANG!

Luo Feng sheathed his Rage Flame Knife and glanced at Xin Chong. "You lose."

With that said, Luo Feng turned and walked away. The short martial artist hastily scrambled out of his path, his expression terrified, afraid that the slightest delay would incur Luo Feng’s displeasure.

Only after Luo Feng’s figure had vanished did Xin Chong stagger to his feet, looking utterly crestfallen.

"Impossible! How could I be defeated by a mere student from one of the Four Great Academies with a single punch? This is impossible!"