Martial Arts Overlord-Chapter 772 - 770: Ling Qingwu, I Overestimated You!

Chapter 772: Chapter 770: Ling Qingwu, I Overestimated You!

"That remains to be seen. Who will be the victor today has yet to be determined."

Luo Feng was unperturbed by the emaciated Martial Artist’s ferocious gaze. He held the Emperor Yan’s Sky-breaking Saber, his robe billowing in the wind, exuding an air of ice-cold resolve.

If it had been a day ago, Luo Feng would indeed have had little confidence in defeating a late-stage Sixth Level Spiritual Rotation Realm Martial Artist.

But things were different now. With his cultivation having reached the Sixth Level of the Spiritual Rotation Realm, Luo Feng felt confident about engaging him in battle.

The skinny Martial Artist laughed coldly at Luo Feng’s words. His narrow, glinting eyes were filled with malice and brutality as he stared at Luo Feng and remarked, "It is said that the disciples of the Golden Palace are exceptionally haughty. It seems the rumors are true. The disciple from Sky Sword Pavilion earlier said the same, but in the end, he couldn’t even block a single attack from me and ended up decapitated. I wonder how many attacks you can withstand?"

"Senior Sister Yue’er..."

Behind them, Nanxuan blanched slightly upon hearing the emaciated Martial Artist’s words. According to the wandering martial artist who had just left, the Sky Sword Pavilion disciple, a Fourth Level Spiritual Rotation Realm Martial Artist, couldn’t withstand a single blow from the enemy. Furthermore, every disciple of the Demon Sect was extremely brutal. Falling into their hands would be a fate worse than death.

"Don’t worry, we have Senior Brother Luo Feng and Senior Sister Ling here," Lin Yue’er said, remaining relatively calm as she spoke at a measured pace.

"Alright." Nanxuan and Fang Lin turned their gaze to Luo Feng and Ling Qingwu, nodding faintly in agreement.

However, Lin Yue’er’s eyes flickered; her heart was not as serene as her expression suggested.

Although her cultivation was only at the Fourth Level of the Spiritual Rotation Realm, she had often ventured out with Ling Qingwu. Her ability to judge people was a level above Nanxuan’s and the others’. She instantly identified the emaciated Martial Artist and the young Demon Sect disciple as extraordinary.

The emaciated individual’s aura surpassed Luo Feng’s, indicating cultivation in the later stages of the Spiritual Rotation Realm.

As for the young Demon Sect disciple, he was the most terrifying. Although the Yuan Qi fluctuations around him weren’t particularly strong, he exuded a chilling aura that made one’s scalp tingle at a mere glance. He was undoubtedly a master among masters, likely the Seventh Level Spiritual Rotation Realm Martial Artist Ling Qingwu had mentioned.

Luo Feng had just stepped into the Sixth Level of the Spiritual Rotation Realm, and Ling Qingwu was only at the peak of the same level. Additionally, they were outnumbered, with only five people on their side against more than a dozen Spiritual Rotation Realm Martial Artists. They were utterly at a disadvantage, whether in cultivation realm or numbers. Lin Yue’er wasn’t very sure if they could break through the encirclement.

"You’ll find out how many of your attacks I can withstand if you dare to try," Luo Feng stated, staring at the emaciated Martial Artist with a calm gaze.

"HUMPH! We’ll see how long you can act so arrogantly!" The emaciated Martial Artist snorted coldly. His gloomy face revealed a strong murderous intent, as if he was about to strike.

"Wait." The young Martial Artist halted him. His eyes scanned over Ling Qingwu, Lin Yue’er, and the others, a wicked glint in his gaze. Finally, his gaze rested on Ling Qingwu, and he licked his lips, saying, "If I’m not mistaken, you must be Ling Qingwu, the Leng Yianyang, one of Linglong Hall’s Shuang Jiaoyang."

Ling Qingwu snorted lightly, without uttering a word.

"Heh, looks like I guessed right." The young Martial Artist smirked slightly and continued, "I’m one to cherish beautiful women. If you agree to serve me loyally from now on, I will spare your lives and even offer you substantial benefits. I can ensure that you will break into the True Yuan Realm. However, this male companion of yours must die."

The young Martial Artist cast a sidelong glance at Luo Feng, a cruel, mocking smile playing on his lips.

Feeling his lecherous gaze, Lin Yue’er and the others clenched their teeth, their faces turning deathly pale.

A cold glint flashed in Ling Qingwu’s clear eyes. She scanned the surroundings and noticed they were surrounded by more than a dozen Demon Sect Disciples. Her eyebrows knitted slightly, and she said gravely, "Luo Feng, I’ll hold these two off. You take Yue’er and the other junior sisters and break out."

Luo Feng stared at Ling Qingwu in surprise. He hadn’t expected her to propose acting as bait. He shook his head firmly. "No."

"Enough of your nonsense!" Ling Qingwu’s expression hardened, and she glared at Luo Feng, her voice icy. "The situation is unfavorable for us. You all go first. I have my own ways to escape!"

"If you do that, none of us will be able to escape." Luo Feng naturally didn’t believe Ling Qingwu’s words. It was already difficult enough to deal with a Seventh Level Spiritual Rotation Realm Martial Artist, let alone with a dozen or so other Spiritual Rotation Realm Martial Artists surrounding them. Escaping wouldn’t be as simple as she made it out to be.

"You!"

Just as Ling Qingwu was about to speak, Luo Feng cut her off.

After glancing at the young Martial Artist, Luo Feng’s gaze hardened. "You deal with him. I’ll take care of the one who looks like a dried twig. Give me ten breaths."

"You?" Ling Qingwu’s beautiful eyes widened. She furrowed her brows and said, "He’s a late-stage Spiritual Rotation Realm Martial Artist."

Luo Feng smirked coldly and glanced at Ling Qingwu. "You can’t do it? It seems I’ve overestimated the rumored Leng Yianyang."

Ling Qingwu was taken aback. No one had ever spoken to her like this before. A layer of frost appeared on her pretty face as she locked her gaze onto Luo Feng and said, "I’ll buy you twenty breaths. If you can’t kill him by then..."

"No ifs," Luo Feng cut her off.

"Good. I hope you can do as you say!" Ling Qingwu shot Luo Feng a profound look, a firm resolve manifesting on her coldly beautiful face.

"It seems you’ve made your decision..." Looking at Ling Qingwu, the young warrior scoffed coldly, a wicked smile spreading across his face. "Excellent, this makes the game more interesting. Disciples of Linglong Hall... I’ve always wanted to play with them..."

WHOOSH!

Before he could finish speaking, a chilling Sword Qi whizzed towards him. Sensing something amiss, the young warrior leaned slightly to the side.

CHINK!

A flash of sword light, and a strand of hair fell from beside the young Martial Artist’s ear.

WHOOSH!

With a slash of her sword, Ling Qingwu remained silent. Her figure flickered and appeared on the young Martial Artist’s left. With a flick of her fair wrist, her silver sword burst forth with a sky full of sword radiance, swooping down.

"HUMPH!" A cold smirk appeared on the young Martial Artist’s face. He drew his sword, his figure becoming indistinct. All one could see were constant flashes of crimson Sword Qi, falling like a sudden summer downpour.

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!

Sparks flew as the two clashed. Ling Qingwu was forced to retreat a hundred meters.

"Leave this woman to me. You deal with the others. Kill the men and capture the women alive." Having driven Ling Qingwu back with one strike, the young Martial Artist coldly issued his order. His figure, wreathed in crimson Sword Qi, lunged forward, engaging Ling Qingwu once more.

Sword Qi crisscrossed, and the cold wind cut like a knife. The two figures clashed in mid-air like comets, quickly moving the battle elsewhere.

"JIEJIE! Kid, die!" The gaunt Martial Artist looked down at Luo Feng and slapped the void with his right hand.

BOOM!

The surrounding space trembled slightly. A bloody Palm Gang the size of a door panel came crushing down on Luo Feng at high speed, the sound of tearing air like a muffled thunderclap.

Luo Feng was prepared. His gaze swept around as he pushed Sky Cloud Step to its limit. His speed instantly escalated to its peak, allowing him to narrowly evade the attacking Palm Gang.

BOOM!

The bloody Palm Gang whistled down, striking the forest and obliterating a mountain peak, the impact spreading out in all directions.

"Slash!" Luo Feng’s figure appeared where the most disciples of the Blood Demon Sect were gathered. Emperor Yan’s Sky-breaking Saber flashed through the air.

SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT!

These Blood Demon Sect disciples never expected Luo Feng to be so fast. Four or five of them hadn’t even reacted before their bodies were cleaved in two, only able to watch helplessly as their severed halves tumbled down.

"Kid, you’re courting death!" The gaunt Martial Artist watched Luo Feng’s slaughter, his eyes wide with fury. He roared, his figure transforming into a bloody light as he pounced towards Luo Feng.

"Lin Yue’er, you three must not separate. Wait for my return," Luo Feng quickly instructed.

Lin Yue’er nodded and said to Luo Feng, "Senior Brother, don’t worry about us. We three martial sisters have trained in Linglong Hall for a year; we’re not so easily killed."

"Mmm." Luo Feng nodded slightly; he was not overly worried about them. The young Martial Artist had ordered them to be captured alive, so the others probably wouldn’t use their full strength. Furthermore, he had just killed a Fifth Level Spiritual Rotation Realm Martial Artist. The cultivation of the other Demon Sect disciples wasn’t much higher than the three girls’. Even with a numerical advantage, they shouldn’t be in immediate danger.

WHOOSH!

With a flash of his figure, Luo Feng met the oncoming lean Martial Artist. A golden sun manifested behind him as he struck with his saber.

"Golden Sun Fiery Blaze Slash!"

BOOM!

The air exploded. The Saber Qi, carrying a rolling heatwave, whistled straight out.

The gaunt Martial Artist sneered, his body surging with bloody light. His right palm gathered a layer of red light, like a red-hot iron, and he slapped down on the Saber Gang.

"Dark Thunder Blood Palm!"

CRACK!

A clap of thunder boomed, followed by a violent shockwave sweeping outwards.

Both of them were Sixth Level Spiritual Rotation Realm Martial Artists. Every move they made held the power to shake mountains and shatter cliffs. Those Blood Demon Sect disciples who were too close were sent flying, spitting blood from the force of the impact.

Watching Luo Feng and the lean Martial Artist locked in fierce battle, Nanxuan bit her lip, her anxiety showing. "I wonder if Senior Brother Luo Feng can win..."

"Now is not the time to worry." Fang Lin, who seldom spoke, said gravely, her gaze fixed on nearly ten Blood Demon Sect disciples converging on them.

"We can’t let Senior Brother Luo Feng and Senior Sister Ling be distracted. From now on, we can only rely on ourselves. Use the Xinluo Yao Light Sword Array!" Lin Yue’er’s brows knitted slightly, a sharp glint in her clear eyes.

"Yes!" Fang Lin and Nanxuan responded in unison. Their figures flickered as they took their positions, swords in hand, two steps to Lin Yue’er’s left and three steps to her right, respectively.

In an instant, an invisible sharpness permeated the space between the three of them, and Mysterious Light seemed to fade in and out of existence there.

In the span of a breath, a long-faced Demon Sect disciple was the first to arrive. The Yuan Qi fluctuations around him were strong; he was a mid-stage Fourth Level Spiritual Rotation Realm Martial Artist.

"Enough of your mystifying act! Take my sword!" Seeing the three stand motionless, the long-faced Martial Artist sneered and lunged at them with ferocious momentum.

Lin Yue’er’s lips curled into a cold smirk. She held her sword vertically before her nose and chanted, "Xinluo Unending, glorious Yao Light, Kill!"

SWOOSH! 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

As her voice fell, the sword intent of the three merged with the void, as if connecting to the mysterious, vast starry sky. Astonishing auras rose, transforming into three blinding, magnificent Sword Qi that slashed out simultaneously.

SPLAT!

The long-faced Martial Artist barely had time to squint before his figure was engulfed by the sword light. When it subsided, there were three large holes in his body. Blood gushed out like a spring as he plummeted from the air...