Martial Arts Overlord-Chapter 504 - 502: Reunion with Liu Jinshi!
Luo Feng listened to the surrounding discussions, shaking his head and chuckling. These people seemed to have already determined that no one from the Four Great Academies could compete for the Martial Champion’s list.
At that time, I’m afraid you’ll all be surprised... Luo Feng mumbled to himself, sipping his tea.
"Young Master, your food and drinks."
Footsteps sounded as the waiter brought the food and drink to the table.
Luo Feng nodded, reining in his thoughts. He stopped paying attention to the others’ comments and began to eat heartily.
"Waiter!"
Suddenly, an angry shout came from a private room.
Hearing the voice, Luo Feng’s eyebrows shot up; it sounded familiar.
It could be just a coincidence, though...
Thinking it unlikely to encounter acquaintances in such a remote place, Luo Feng shook his head and dismissed the thought.
"Coming!"
The waiter gave Luo Feng an apologetic smile, then hurried towards the private room.
Inside, a one-armed young martial artist sat arrogantly in a comfortable soft chair, the table before him piled high with food and wine.
Seeing the waiter enter, the young martial artist shouted coldly, "What took you so long? Get my wine, quickly!"
The waiter stood timidly across from the young martial artist. Looking at the messy table, he said softly, "Sir, you’ve been here for three days. Could you please settle the bill for these three days of food and wine first?"
"Hmm?"
The young martial artist’s eyes narrowed, his gaze, sharp as a dagger, fixed on the waiter. He scoffed, "Are you afraid I won’t pay? Do you know who I am? Bring the wine and food now!"
The waiter couldn’t withstand the man’s piercing gaze and turned pale. He dropped to his knees with a THUD, trembling. "Sir, the shopkeeper said you must first clear the bill for these three days, otherwise..."
BANG!
"AH!"
Before the waiter could finish, the young martial artist’s expression changed, and he suddenly lashed out with a palm strike.
Although it was a casual strike, the waiter felt as if he’d been hit by several wild horses. He spat out blood and was flung across the room, crashing through the wall and collapsing right next to Luo Feng’s table.
The bustling tavern instantly fell silent, everyone watching the scene in shock.
Luo Feng frowned slightly and put down his chopsticks.
"Humph! No one has ever dared to speak to me like that," a cold snort came from the private room.
The waiter coughed up a mouthful of blood, his face as white as a sheet, trembling uncontrollably. He struggled to his feet and stammered towards the private room, "Sir, I was wrong. I’ll get your food and drink immediately—"
"Humph! You realize your mistake now? Too late!"
RUMBLE! The entire tavern vibrated. A blood-red Palm Gang shot out from the private room, aimed straight at the waiter on the ground.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
The Palm Gang’s power was immense. Air exploded wherever it passed, and the powerful shockwave radiated outwards. Nearby tables and chairs shattered instantly. Diners who couldn’t dodge in time were sent flying, spitting blood.
"Help!"
Watching the blood-red Palm Gang whistling towards him, the waiter’s hair stood on end as he screamed for help.
Luo Feng’s brow furrowed slightly. His body remained still, but he reached out with his hand. The waiter, who was slumped on the ground, was pulled to his side.
BOOM!
The blood-red Palm Gang whistled past where the waiter had been.
With a deafening crash, the Palm Gang blasted a huge palm-shaped hole through the tavern wall, even damaging a building across the street.
Seeing this terrifying scene, the waiter’s face was ashen. He stared wide-eyed for several moments before jolting back to his senses. He immediately dropped to his knees before Luo Feng, exclaiming, "Thank you, Young Hero, for saving my life... Thank you..."
Given the Palm Gang’s power, if Luo Feng hadn’t intervened, ten of him would have been killed instantly.
The other martial practitioners nearby also turned pale. They secretly wondered if they could have survived that Palm Gang unscathed. The thought was deeply disheartening. When they looked at Luo Feng again, their eyes were filled with awe and admiration.
Luo Feng paid no mind to the reactions of those around him. His gaze, cold and sharp, was fixed on the demolished private room.
"Who dares stop me from killing someone!"
A furious roar suddenly erupted from the private room.
BOOM!
The private room erupted in a bloody light, and the already crumbling structure was blasted into smithereens.
Amidst the frenzied gust of wind, a burly figure strode out.
The figure was tall, dressed in brown, with an empty right sleeve. His eyes were fierce, and he exuded an air of savagery.
As he stepped out, the figure’s sharp gaze locked onto Luo Feng’s position. His expression faltered for a moment, then furious anger blazed in his eyes.
"It’s you!"
Luo Feng exhaled slowly and rose from his seat. A frosty glint flickered in his calm eyes. "Liu Jinshi, it’s been a while."
The young martial artist emerging from the private room was none other than Liu Jinshi, the Sky Sword Pavilion disciple whose arm had been severed by Yang Wanyi.
Liu Jinshi stared at Luo Feng and licked his lips. His sharp eyes, glinting brightly, scanned the surroundings as if wary of something.
"No need to look. I’m alone," Luo Feng said coolly, knowing Liu Jinshi was looking for Yang Wanyi.
"Hey, isn’t that Liu Jinshi, a disciple of Sky Sword Pavilion? What’s he doing here?"
"Look, he’s lost an arm! He’s a Spiritual Rotation Realm Second Level expert. Who could be strong enough to injure him?"
"Could it be this young man?" 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺
"Impossible. At his age, how could he be Liu Jinshi’s match? Didn’t you hear them? Liu Jinshi seems to be wary of someone else. The person who took his arm must be another."
"That seems right. So, isn’t this young man in grave danger facing Liu Jinshi alone?"
"Liu Jinshi is known for his vindictiveness. After losing an arm, he definitely won’t let it slide. This young man probably won’t survive the day..."
The nearby Jianghu martial artists were shocked by their conversation and began to discuss it fervently.
Hearing Luo Feng’s words, Liu Jinshi fell silent, carefully and discreetly scanning his surroundings. Once he was certain Yang Wanyi was indeed not nearby, he suddenly burst out laughing.
"To search high and low only to find it when I least expected! Brat, I was just wondering how to find you, and you actually delivered yourself to my doorstep! Today, I’ll make sure you die without a burial place!"
Amidst his laughter, Liu Jinshi’s anger and murderous aura fused, forming a powerful gust of wind that tore horrifying cracks into the nearby tables and chairs.
His trip to the Blood-colored Wilderness had been a disaster. Not only had he failed to obtain the Yuan Spirit Vein, but he had also lost an arm. After suffering such a huge setback, Liu Jinshi had spent the last two days consumed by thoughts of revenge. He never dreamed he would run into Luo Feng here.
Luo Feng looked up at Liu Jinshi and smiled calmly. "Who will die without a burial place? We’ll know soon enough."
Hearing this, the nearby Jianghu martial artists were astonished. They had assumed Luo Feng would try to flee. They never expected the young man before them to be so bold as to provoke Liu Jinshi!
"Has this young man gone mad? Liu Jinshi is a Spiritual Rotation Realm Second Level expert, yet he’s not running for his life..."
The onlookers watched Luo Feng, a hint of pity in their eyes.
Liu Jinshi’s face darkened, his expression so grim it looked like water could drip from it. If Yang Wanyi were here, it might be understandable. But she wasn’t, and this brat still dared to spout such arrogant words. He clearly had no respect for Liu Jinshi!
At that, the murderous intent radiating from Liu Jinshi intensified. He sneered at Luo Feng, "Brat, I hope you still have the guts to say that in a moment. Did you think that just because I’ve lost an arm, you can defeat me? You’re sorely mistaken!"
CLANG!
As he spoke, Liu Jinshi drew his treasured sword, and his entire body erupted in a blinding, blood-red light.
The moment he drew his sword, his entire demeanor changed. It was as if a peerless divine weapon had been unsheathed, its razor-sharp aura making hearts tremble, seemingly irresistible.
"That’s Sky Sword Pavilion’s Blood Cloud Sword Technique! A Profound Level, high-grade martial art!" a nearby Jianghu martial artist exclaimed, his eyes wide as he gulped, a look of terror on his face.
Sky Sword Pavilion’s Blood Cloud Sword Technique was infamous in the Jianghu, a martial art comparable to Linglong Hall’s renowned Tianluo Flame Shine Art. Many had heard of its fearsome reputation.
Feeling the irresistible sharpness emanating from Liu Jinshi, the faces of the onlookers changed drastically. They all retreated, fearing they’d be caught in the crossfire.
Luo Feng stood his ground, his expression tranquil, his eyes like an ancient well, without a single ripple.
Liu Jinshi frowned slightly. For some reason, meeting Luo Feng’s calm gaze, an inexplicable chill crept into his heart. This inexplicable sensation filled him with alarm and fury, prompting him to attack at once.
"Die! Blood Cloud Life-Seizing Sword!"
With a great roar, Liu Jinshi raised his sword high. A bloody light erupted from it as he thrust towards Luo Feng.
RUMBLE! RUMBLE! RUMBLE! RUMBLE!
Though it was clearly just one thrust, it felt relentless and ferocious, as if countless sword strikes had merged into one, its power seemingly inexhaustible.
"What powerful swordsmanship! He truly is a Spiritual Rotation Realm Second Level expert..." The astonishing killing intent embedded in the Sword Qi made the nearby martial artists’ scalps tingle. Their expressions changed, and they all believed Luo Feng couldn’t possibly withstand such a divinely unpredictable strike.
Luo Feng remained unmoved, like a great boulder in a raging torrent, exuding an aura of unshakeable stability.
His sharp gaze fixed forward, Luo Feng waited until the Sword Qi was almost upon him before abruptly drawing his knife.
"Slash!"
A vast amount of Yuan Qi surged into the Rage Flame Knife, forming a colossal knife light that resembled a mountain peak. It slashed out with an earth-shattering, awe-inspiring momentum.
The next instant—
The knife light and Sword Qi collided. A thunderous explosion erupted, shaking the surrounding space violently. The fierce shockwave directly tore off a large section of the tavern’s roof.
To everyone’s astonishment, Luo Feng still stood firmly in place.
"HISS... He actually blocked Liu Jinshi’s Blood Cloud Life-Seizing Sword!"
"It seems his provocation of Liu Jinshi wasn’t just reckless arrogance; he truly has the skill! This man is an expert!"
"Liu Jinshi is a Spiritual Rotation Realm Second Level expert, and this young man can fight him head-on! How terrifying!"
"Indeed. I wonder who this person is. To possess such strength at his age, he definitely isn’t some unknown."
"Could he be a young expert from another territory?"
Seeing Luo Feng block Liu Jinshi’s sword strike, the nearby Jianghu martial artists were utterly stunned. Many stood with their mouths agape, unable to close them for a long moment.
