Martial Arts Overlord-Chapter 469 - 467: Knowing One’s Limits

A spooky silence pervaded the wasteland. The horse bandits, who had just been erupting with killing intent, all froze in place at the sight of their leader’s corpse.

The bandit leader was a late-stage master of the Ninth Level Heavenly Court Realm, his power nearing its peak. Yet, he was cut down by a single stroke—clean, efficient, as simple as eating or drinking!

What an awe-inspiring display of power.

"Their leader is dead!"

"Run!"

Someone shouted, and the remaining horse bandits scattered like frightened birds, too terrified to waste a single moment.

Having witnessed their leader’s death, they no longer had the courage to stay and fight.

Luo Feng sheathed his Rage Flame Knife and didn’t pursue them; they were no longer worth his time.

Shopkeeper Lan looked at the fleeing horse bandits, then down at the ground strewn with their bodies. He remarked, "I was just worrying about you. It seems my concern was unnecessary."

Luo Feng smiled. Just at that moment, a violent vibration suddenly rippled through the air.

From a distance, two enormous black palm imprints, each the size of a door panel, cut through the air and enveloped them both.

A fierce light flashed in Luo Feng’s eyes as he retaliated with his Flame Overlord Four Sides technique.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

A torrent of fiery fists roared out, clashing violently with the two palm imprints. Immediately, a massive sound erupted, causing the nearby ground to roll like waves.

Two black-maned horses caught in the shockwave whinnied tragically. Black blood flowed from their seven orifices before they collapsed and died.

Luo Feng frowned slightly and quickly snatched up Shopkeeper Lan, dashing ten meters away. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

PFFT!

As soon as he touched down, Shopkeeper Lan couldn’t suppress the surging force within him any longer and vomited up a mouthful of blood.

Looking ahead, Shopkeeper Lan gasped in shock. Where he had just stood, the ground was now riddled with large crevices. He realized Luo Feng’s quick actions had saved him from certain death by the aftershock!

"Luo Feng, what’s going on?" asked Shopkeeper Lan, still in a state of shock.

"We have company," Luo Feng said coldly, his sharp gaze fixed on the distance. "And I suspect they’re not here for a friendly chat."

SWOOSH! SWOOSH!

Immediately after Luo Feng spoke, two figures burst out from the underbrush behind them.

The two moved exceptionally fast, closing the thirty-pace distance to Luo Feng and Shopkeeper Lan in just a couple of breaths.

Luo Feng’s gaze hardened. These two men were tall, their clothes bulging from their well-defined muscles, and a vicious aura emanated from them. Both were at the peak of the Ninth Level Heavenly Court Realm.

"If I’m not mistaken, you’re Luo Feng from the Purple Sun School, right? To be able to block a combined attack from us brothers, you truly live up to your reputation as the top new talent of the Four Great Schools," said the burly man with thick eyebrows, grinning widely at Luo Feng.

"You’re the Black Bandit Wind! Why are you attacking us?" Shopkeeper Lan’s face became deathly pale upon recognizing the two men.

Black Bandit Wind...

A shadow flickered in Luo Feng’s eyes. This wasn’t a name, but the moniker of a notorious assassin organization in the martial arts world. He had seen it mentioned on mission Tokens at the academy before.

The Black Bandit Wind referred to two individuals: Black Cloud and Heizhong. Both were Ninth Level Heavenly Court Realm experts. They cultivated Horizontal Practice Martial Arts, making them incredibly strong. They were known for taking hefty payments in Yuan Stones to carry out assassinations.

The burly, thick-eyebrowed man was Heizhong. He glanced at Luo Feng and smirked. "Since you know we’re the Black Bandit Wind, surely you understand? Someone has paid a large sum of Yuan Stones for your lives."

"Buy our lives?"

Shopkeeper Lan began to frown. He hadn’t offended any powerful figures, so the Black Bandit Wind must be after Luo Feng. He couldn’t help but ask, "Who is it?"

Luo Feng gestured for Shopkeeper Lan to stop, his sharp gaze fixed on the two Black Bandit Wind members. "The one who wants me dead, is it Xin Chong from the Sky Sword Pavilion?"

Black Cloud paused, then sneered, "We take money to solve problems. Who cares who the client is."

Heizhong clenched his fists and grinned. "Since you’re both about to die, I don’t mind telling you. The one who wants you dead is indeed Xin Chong from the Sky Sword Pavilion. I really don’t know how you offended him, but he’s willing to pay one thousand Yuan Stones plus a top-grade, fourth-rank Yuanlin Pill for your life."

A murderous glint flashed in Luo Feng’s eyes. I didn’t expect him to be so stubbornly set on this.

Looking at the two men opposite him, Luo Feng said coolly, "It seems one side must die today."

Heizhong chuckled. "Heh, you’re quite calm. But you’re right; you two will undoubtedly die today."

Shopkeeper Lan paled with fury and snapped, "You’re crossing the line! Luo Feng is the Dayang City Lord’s son-in-law. Kill him, and not even ten lives would be enough for you to pay!"

HAHAHA...

Heizhong and Black Cloud broke out in laughter. Heizhong clapped his hands, saying, "Dayang City Lord’s son-in-law? Do you think we’re idiots? Who doesn’t know that Yang Wanyi, the Dayang City Lord’s daughter, is a true prodigy? She doesn’t even give the Young Lord of Flame Sand City a second glance. How could a mere student from one of the Four Great Schools possibly be worthy of her?"

Luo Feng inwardly shook his head. I don’t know what means Yang Wanyi used, but only those who attended the banquet that day know about our matter. The news hasn’t spread, so not many people are aware.

Lifting his gaze to Heizhong, Luo Feng said calmly, "It seems you’re certain of your victory. However, in my opinion, the ones dying today will be you."

Heizhong’s eyes twitched violently. He stared at Luo Feng and sneered, "We’ve killed countless experts from the Four Great Schools. Even disciples from the Twelve Golden Palaces have died at our hands. A mere top new talent from the Four Great Schools like you dares to speak so arrogantly before us? I think you don’t know your own limits!"

"Eldest Brother, why waste breath on him? Let’s finish this kid off quickly so we can go enjoy ourselves," Black Cloud, being hot-tempered, barked coldly. His Yuan Qi surged, enveloping his entire body in a black halo.

"Die!"

Without any further nonsense, Black Cloud pushed his Yuan Qi to its limit. His body leaned forward, and he unleashed a powerful, tiger-like punch aimed to engulf Luo Feng.

"Luo Feng, be careful!"

These opponents were seasoned experts who had roamed the martial arts world for over a decade; Shopkeeper Lan was deeply worried.

Luo Feng stood his ground, remaining calm despite the startling situation. Watching Black Cloud rushing towards him, a cold smile curled on his lips. He pivoted his body slightly and launched a punch in return. Though launched second, his fist arrived first, heading straight for Black Cloud’s face.

Black Cloud was taken aback. He had intended to take Luo Feng by surprise, but Luo Feng seemed to have anticipated it. Luo Feng’s fist was also incredibly fast, catching Black Cloud off guard instead.

In the blink of an eye, Black Cloud stomped the ground to halt his advance. The black halo around him intensified, his aura surging, as he met the incoming fist head-on with his Protective Gang Qi.

BANG!

An explosion resounded as Black Cloud’s body trembled. His Protective Gang Qi was breached, forcing him to stumble back several steps. Blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, indicating a minor injury.

"Second Brother, be careful. This kid isn’t simple!" Heizhong wanted to help Black Cloud, but it was already too late.

"Kid, I am going to disassemble your bones one by one and make you wish you were dead!" Having suffered a setback at the hands of a youth, Black Cloud was enraged. His eyes were bloodshot, and the black halo around him violently expanded, its power locking onto Luo Feng’s position.

"Black Cloud Jue: Cracking Mountain Style!"

With a furious roar, Black Cloud stomped, shattering the ground beneath him. His figure shot up, carrying an overwhelming momentum as he charged directly at Luo Feng.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM...

Black Cloud moved as fast as lightning, resembling a mountain breaking through the sky, carrying enormous weight. The air exploded in his wake, and a three-foot-wide fissure was torn into the ground along his path.

Watching this scene, Shopkeeper Lan, standing behind Luo Feng, felt his heart racing. Even from such a distance, Black Cloud’s imposing aura made Shopkeeper Lan’s heart pound with terror. The power of this strike, its destructive force, was absolutely astonishing. If it were him, the shockwave alone would be enough to kill him!

Luo Feng stood his ground, a cold smile lifting the corners of his mouth. CLANG! He unsheathed the Rage Flame Knife and fully activated his Shocking Thunder Saber Technique.

"Whether you are a mountain or not, I will cut you down!" With a cold shout, Luo Feng slashed his blade.

CRACKLE!

The sound of rumbling thunder resonated in the wasteland. At that moment, everyone present felt an irresistible intent of a thunderbolt passing through their minds.

In that instant, the black halo around Black Cloud, who was opposite Luo Feng, visibly shrank by a layer.

"What is this!" Black Cloud was aghast. The moment Luo Feng struck with his saber, Black Cloud felt that it wasn’t a saber gleam, but a surging, rolling thunderbolt rushing towards him, instilling a sense of an irresistible force in his heart.

Ridiculous! I’m actually afraid of this kid! Slightly dazed, Black Cloud quickly came to his senses, a mixture of shock and rage in his heart. A ferocious light gleamed in his eyes as his aura swelled to its peak. The black halo around him coalesced into a massive, mountain-like phantom that seemed capable of crushing anything in its path.

BOOM!

The saber gleam, imbued with wind and thunder saber intent, struck the black mountain phantom with lightning speed. The tremendous sound of the impact was deafening.

HUM!

The air boiled for an instant. Shockwaves rippled out in all directions, and the surrounding space itself seemed on the verge of collapse.

CRACKLE! CRACKLE!

To Black Cloud’s horror, cracks appeared in the black halo, sliced open by the saber gleam.

Luo Feng naturally wouldn’t miss this chance. A cold glint flashed in his eyes as he unleashed another slash.

BOOM!

With a loud crash, the mountain phantom enveloping Black Cloud dispersed into nothingness.

SPLAT!

His Protective Gang Qi shattered. Blood spurted everywhere. Black Cloud screamed as his right arm was severed by the saber gleam.

Luo Feng looked at Black Cloud and nodded inwardly. The power of the wind and thunder saber intent is truly not to be underestimated. Black Cloud cultivated the Black Cloud Jue, a Horizontal Practice martial art, which granted him astonishing defensive power. Previously, Luo Feng would have needed to use his Grand Momentum to breach such a defense. Now, he could do it even without resorting to it.

"Second Brother!" Heizhong was horrified. He took a step forward and supported Black Cloud.

Black Cloud looked pale. He stemmed the bleeding from his right arm and, gritting his teeth, stared at Luo Feng. "Eldest Brother, this kid is somewhat unorthodox."

Heizhong nodded, his expression grave. "Don’t be careless."

"Alright! We’ll attack together." Having used his full strength only to lose an arm, Black Cloud dared not be negligent any longer. He nodded and joined forces with Heizhong to attack Luo Feng.

"Black Cloud Jue: Iron Mountain Style!"

"Cracking Mountain Style!"

Black Cloud and Heizhong howled, their black halos intensifying, even overshadowing the glare of the scorching sun above.

An astounding momentum gushed out from their bodies, merging together. Their combined attack unexpectedly formed a mountain range intent realm. The black light transformed into a series of menacing, jagged peaks, surging towards Luo Feng.

CRACK...

The ground beneath Luo Feng seemed unable to bear the immense pressure, cracking inch by inch.