Martial Arts Overlord-Chapter 506 - 504: A Huge Surprise

SPLURT!

The blade shimmered, and a splash of blood spurted out.

Liu Jinshi watched his body drift further and further away, his eyes bulging wide.

He couldn’t understand. Just ten days ago, Luo Feng’s cultivation of Light Martial Arts was far inferior to his own.

Why, all of a sudden, had his speed become so incredibly fast?

"You’re probably wondering why my speed has become so fast. Unfortunately, you’ll never know..." Luo Feng said indifferently, looking at Liu Jinshi’s shocked expression. He shook his head slightly and sheathed his Rage Flame Knife.

Hearing this, regret emerged in Liu Jinshi’s eyes. His vision immediately plunged into eternal darkness as his severed head and body fell.

WHOOSH...

Looking at Liu Jinshi’s corpse, Luo Feng let out a long breath.

In terms of true strength, my chances of winning against a second-level Spiritual Rotation Realm expert aren’t high.

He had managed to kill Liu Jinshi this time, firstly, because Yang Wanyi had severed one of Liu Jinshi’s arms, greatly diminishing his strength. Secondly, Liu Jinshi had been overly confident in his Light Martial Arts, giving Luo Feng an opening.

The entire street fell silent. Everyone nearby stared blankly at Luo Feng’s figure in mid-air, the shock in their hearts surging like a tidal wave, impossible to express in words.

Liu Jinshi, a renowned second-level Spiritual Rotation Realm expert, had been slain and decapitated just like that.

And the one who had done all this was a young man with only first-level Spiritual Rotation Realm cultivation.

What terrifying strength!

Luo Feng paid no heed to the astonished crowd. His figure flashed, and he appeared beside Liu Jinshi’s corpse.

As a second-level Spiritual Rotation Realm expert and having been in the Sky Sword Pavilion for seven years, Liu Jinshi must have accumulated a vast amount of wealth and Yuan Stones. Wealth is secondary; I urgently need second-grade Yuan Stones for cultivation. I can’t miss this chance.

Glancing at Liu Jinshi’s body, Luo Feng waved his hand.

SWISH!

A storage ring and a stack of gold notes landed in his hand.

It’s actually a second-grade storage ring!

Looking at the storage ring, a glint flashed in Luo Feng’s eyes. He inwardly rejoiced and discreetly put the storage ring away.

Most of the people present are Martial Artists, and there might be some desperados among them. The less trouble, the better.

After putting away the storage ring, Luo Feng scanned his surroundings with a slight frown. The recent battle had caused half the tavern to collapse into a pile of ruins, and many people were injured.

After a moment’s thought, Luo Feng took out a few gold notes. With a wave of his hand, the notes floated towards the tavern attendant.

"Take these gold notes to repair the tavern," Luo Feng instructed, letting the notes fall. "Use the rest to compensate the injured."

This incident happened because of me; I can’t just ignore it. Besides, while these gold notes are a windfall for ordinary people, they’re insignificant to me.

Having done all this, Luo Feng leaped, his figure soaring into the sky and heading towards Sky Mountain. Within a few breaths, he vanished without a trace.

"That young man’s strength is terrifying! He even defeated Liu Jinshi."

Only after Luo Feng’s figure had vanished did someone finally recover from their shock and exclaim.

Another person nearby nodded in agreement. "Yes, truly terrifying. A month ago, I had a brief encounter with Xue Fei, the young City Lord of Flame Sand City. This young man’s presence is in no way inferior to Xue Fei’s; he might even surpass him."

"Judging by the direction he left, it must be Sky Mountain. It seems he’s going to participate in the Twelve Golden Palace assessments. Who do you think this young man is?"

"I have someone in mind."

"Who?"

"That young man’s final strike incorporated the Grand Momentum. He’s probably Luo Feng, the top new talent from the four great academies!"

"That’s unlikely. Luo Feng only had ninth-level Heavenly Court Realm cultivation. How could he have broken through to the Spiritual Rotation Realm in such a short time?"

"Then how do you explain the Grand Momentum?"

"Luo Feng isn’t the only young prodigy who has comprehended the Grand Momentum. It could be a young expert from another territory."

"But..."

"There’s no need to argue. The Twelve Golden Palace assessments will begin soon. Let’s set off for Sky Mountain immediately. Everything will become clear then!"

"That’s true."

The nearby martial figures stopped their debate, their anticipation for the upcoming Twelve Golden Palace assessments growing even stronger.

In a shadowy corner of the street, several burly figures stood. Their leader was an ugly man with a hideous scar across his lip that revealed his teeth, giving him a terrifying appearance.

"The treasures on Liu Jinshi were no small matter, definitely a fortune. We go after that young man!" The ugly man glanced at the gold notes in the attendant’s hand, his eyes flickering, and ordered in a low voice.

Hearing this, the faces of the other men instantly paled.

One of them swallowed hard and stammered, "Boss, that young saber wielder killed even Liu Jinshi. With just us, I’m afraid we’re no match for him..."

"Hmph, worthless cowards!" The ugly man snorted, licked his lips, and sneered, "You don’t always have to use brute force. Sometimes, you need to use your brain. As long as we find this kid’s weakness, won’t he be forced to hand over the storage ring?"

With a sinister laugh, the ugly man commanded, "Let’s go!"

WHOOSH WHOOSH WHOOSH...

Nearly ten figures shot out from the shadowy corner, following the ugly man in the direction Luo Feng had disappeared.

Although they weren’t capable of Aerial Flight, their speed was still incredible, leaving transparent trails in the air as they moved as swiftly as the wind.

Luo Feng left the town and flew northward for tens of miles. Seeing the desolate, uninhabited surroundings, he slowed down and took out Liu Jinshi’s storage ring.

I wonder what’s inside. I hope it doesn’t disappoint me.

Luo Feng’s eyes flickered. He scanned his surroundings, found a hilltop with a wide view, and landed there.

Permeating the storage ring with his Soul Power, Luo Feng directly emptied all its contents.

HUM!

A faint, almost imperceptible fluctuation of Yuan Qi spread from the storage ring, and a large pile of items appeared on the hilltop, forming a small mound.

Among them were numerous gold notes. Luo Feng roughly estimated that they amounted to a full sum of over one hundred thousand taels!

As expected of a Sky Sword Pavilion disciple, truly wealthy.

Even though he had been mentally prepared, Luo Feng was still astonished by this huge fortune, his heart burning with excitement.

Shifting his gaze from the gold notes, Luo Feng noticed an exquisite sandalwood box on the ground, from which a faint Yuan Qi fluctuation emanated.

His interest piqued, Luo Feng hurriedly opened the sandalwood box, his eyes instantly brightening.

It was filled with Yuan Stones. Besides a large quantity of first-grade Yuan Stones, there were also many second-grade ones.

"Hahaha! It’s like a timely rain!"

Looking at the Yuan Stones before him, Luo Feng’s eyebrows shot up, and he couldn’t help but laugh heartily.

After counting, he found over three thousand first-grade Yuan Stones and nearly one hundred second-grade Yuan Stones in the box.

Not bad. One hundred second-grade Yuan Stones will be enough for my cultivation for some time.

Luo Feng was inwardly delighted. He currently only had a dozen or so second-grade Yuan Stones left and was in dire need. He hadn’t expected Liu Jinshi to provide such a generous gift at this critical moment.

After putting away the Spirit Stones, Luo Feng found a Secret Manual on the ground. He picked it up, and upon seeing what it was, he couldn’t help but take a deep breath.

This Secret Manual was none other than the Blood Cloud Sword Technique, which only the Inner Sect Disciples of the Sky Sword Pavilion were allowed to practice!

The Blood Cloud Sword Technique, a Profound Level, top-grade Martial Art. It has three stages. The first is the Fast Sword style, aiming to kill the enemy in a single strike. Cultivated to the second stage, one can lock onto an enemy’s aura and unleash a hundred sword strikes simultaneously, making it impossible for the enemy to evade. The third stage integrates the advantages of the first two, achieving a silent, deadly strike—an instant killing technique! Among Martial Artists of the same level, no one can evade it!

An instant killing technique! No one of the same level can evade it! This Sword Technique is so powerful.

Luo Feng licked his lips, secretly relieved that Liu Jinshi had only cultivated the Blood Cloud Sword Technique to the second stage.

Otherwise, if he had mastered the instant killing technique, the outcome of today’s battle might have been entirely different.

Taking a deep breath, Luo Feng looked at the Secret Manual in his hand, his eyes flickering a few times. He finally decided not to practice this Sword Technique.

Although the Blood Cloud Sword Technique is very powerful, its style is different from the Saber Technique I practice. Besides, the greatest taboo of a Golden Palace sect is the unauthorized dissemination of its Martial Arts. If I were to practice the Blood Cloud Sword Technique without permission and get discovered, it would mean enormous trouble! I don’t want to take such a huge risk for a Martial Art that doesn’t suit me.

"Although I can’t practice it, this Blood Cloud Sword Technique is a Profound Level, top-grade Martial Art. I should still be able to gain some insights by studying its martial essence," Luo Feng murmured to himself, then put away the Blood Cloud Sword Technique’s Secret Manual.

The gains from killing Liu Jinshi this time were enormous. It took a long while for Luo Feng’s excitement to finally subside. Then, his figure rose into the air, and he continued his journey.

The moon shone brightly, and the stars were few. Faint, thin clouds drifted in mid-air, suffused with a hazy, dim light.

On a gloomy mountain path, a figure rose and fell, flitting forward with lightning speed.

It was Luo Feng.

I plan not to reveal my true strength for now. I’ll wait for the Twelve Golden Palace assessments to make a stunning impact. I don’t want to be too conspicuous.

Upon entering inhabited regions, Luo Feng stopped using Aerial Flight and instead traveled like a Meridian Wheel Realm Martial Artist.

After speeding along the mountain path for a while, Luo Feng suddenly noticed faint points of light in the darkness ahead. He could vaguely discern scattered houses nestled in a mountain hollow—a remote mountain village.

Looking at the village, Luo Feng’s eyes flickered for a moment as he made his decision. I’ll stay here for the night, take the opportunity to comprehend the Blood Cloud Sword Technique, and leave tomorrow morning.

SWOOSH!

His figure cut through the night. After a few quick bounds, Luo Feng stood at the village entrance.

WHIZZ!

Suddenly, a sharp whistling sound cut through the air. Luo Feng’s ears twitched, and he immediately stopped.

THUD!

An iron arrow landed three paces in front of Luo Feng, its shaft buried half a foot deep in the ground, the fletching still quivering—a testament to its power.

"Who goes there, daring to trespass in our Iron Lan Village! State your purpose, or you’ll be riddled with arrows and die!"

A deep male voice echoed from an unknown location, adding a deadly chill to the night air.

The commotion had already alerted the villagers.

Many people, holding torches, were approaching. A cacophony of voices arose, and a faint murderous intent filled the air.

Luo Feng let out a breath and took out his Purple Sun School token. Looking towards a collapsed earthen wall nearby, he announced clearly, "I am a student of Purple Sun School, merely seeking lodging for the night. I ask for your kind accommodation."

SWOOSH!

As his voice fell, a young man in his twenties emerged from the shadows of the earthen wall. He held a large bow, his muscles as hard as iron.

Luo Feng looked at the young man, an eyebrow raised. Late-stage, eighth-level Hell Realm... That arrow just now must have been his. I didn’t expect such a small village to harbor an expert of this caliber.

By now, many people had gathered at the village entrance—men and women, young and old, numbering over a hundred.

They all carried weapons and watched Luo Feng warily.

The young man glanced at the token in Luo Feng’s hand. "This is indeed a Purple Sun School token. But how can you prove it’s yours?"

Luo Feng gave a wry smile, knowing he had to demonstrate some skill. He gathered his Yuan Qi and slammed his palm onto the ground.

BOOM!

The earth trembled, and a pit three to four meters wide appeared beside Luo Feng.

"Will this serve as proof?"