Otherworld Advance Team
Chapter 1537 - 1530: Outstanding Figures

Chapter 1537: Chapter 1530: Outstanding Figures

When it comes to swordsmanship, truly no one understands it better than Feng. Although she uses a sabre, most of the time she relies on thrusting as her method of attack, using slashes mainly for releasing magic skills, so theoretically, it still falls under the category of swordsmanship.

Facing the outer sect disciple’s lightning-like attack, Feng remained unmoved, as if she was frozen in place. However, Cheng Ziang was not worried, because such attacks, though they seemed fierce, were actually inferior in Feng’s eyes.

Just as the opponent’s sword tip was about to stab at her face, Feng casually tilted her head to the side and easily evaded the strike. At the same time, the sabre in her hand was positioned against the attacker’s neck.

If she had not used the back of her blade, that guy might even have died from his own charge, as Feng’s blade edge could have followed his momentum and directly severed his neck.

Just after one round, the fight was already over, with the outer sect disciple stuck in the posture of a missed attack. Feeling the coolness of the sabre’s back on his neck, he broke out in a cold sweat.

Pojun knew Feng was formidable, but he didn’t expect her to be this strong. What he couldn’t accept was that Feng seemed completely indifferent to such a fierce assault, her movements neither hurried nor slow, simply using slight shifts to avoid the attack, and even turning defeat into victory.

Cheng Ziang, seeing the shocked expression on Pojun’s face, couldn’t help but reveal a proud smile.

Feng’s swordsmanship and that of the famous Sword Saint Yalunte from the Western Continent originated from the same sect. He had witnessed his father’s swordsmanship, which aimed at inflicting maximum damage with minimal movement.

Therefore, this kind of swordsmanship rarely requires deliberate large movements but instead adjusts the method of attack based on the opponent’s response and seeks the opponent’s weaknesses to thrust.

Although after acquiring the Kedal metal blade, Feng’s attacks became more and more violent, always trying to cut the opponent’s weapon, this didn’t mean she had forgotten her own swordsmanship, which she’d been learning since childhood.

"If you don’t mind, you can let several of them attack together," Cheng Ziang explained on the side, "Feng’s master is the renowned Sword Saint from the Western Continent, so she is no common opponent. Don’t underestimate her combat ability because of her height."

"This, outnumbering seems a bit too..." Pojun’s complexion didn’t look too good.

"Hey, winning with numbers is also a strategy, especially when facing a formidable enemy. Though I’ve asked her not to break your weapons, you all must have experienced her combat power by now," Cheng Ziang spoke consolingly.

"Alright," Pojun gritted his teeth and nodded, decided as he shouted to his disciples below, "Don’t attack one by one, attack together, this guest is a master of swordsmanship from foreign lands, losing to her is no disgrace."

Hearing his words, the noise from the surrounding disciples grew louder. After hesitating for a while, a few disciples looked at each other and nodded, then, as if by agreement, they brandished their weapons and pounced on Feng from all directions simultaneously.

Their weapons were not uniform: there were sabres, swords, and spears. The Wuyun Sect did not force its disciples to learn a specific weapon; they were free to choose from a variety.

Faced with attacks from all directions, Feng did not look around assessing; she just stood there motionless, as if she had anticipated the attackers’ positions in advance.

The instant these outer sect disciples reached her, Feng moved. Her figure was like lightning, absolutely untraceable. In contrast, the movements of these disciples seemed excessively slow, like sloths.

The next second, Cheng Ziang and Pojun only felt a blur before their eyes, followed by a series of rapid snaps. Immediately after, all the attacking disciples lay groaning on the ground, their weapons clanging as they dropped. Feng continued to stand in her original position, as if she’d never moved at all.

"This..." Pojun couldn’t believe his own eyes and leaned over the railing, trying to get a closer look at what exactly had happened.

He noticed that all these fallen disciples had a narrow red bruise on their necks, marks left by the flat of the blade, which meant Feng had struck everyone’s neck in the briefest instant. One could imagine that if she had used the blade edge, these disciples would have already died on the spot.

Witnessing all this, Pojun broke into a cold sweat, involuntarily swallowing hard.

He only knew about Feng’s profound internal strength, which could directly explode his body’s meridians, but he did not anticipate that without using internal strength, her attacks were still so sharp and decisive, leaving no openings for her opponents.

"Elder Pojun, this is a rare opportunity for contest. You must take it seriously," said Cheng Ziang, leaning on the railing, resting his chin on his hand, and tilting his head as he looked at Pojun with a smile brimming in his eyes.

His words put Pojun in an awkward position and also stoked his competitive spirit. So he took a deep breath and yelled to the disciples below: "Elite, who are the elites, all of you go, don’t be afraid of failure, this is a rare opportunity. You are facing the strongest swordsman in the Western Continent, losing is not embarrassing, understand? Go together."

Hearing his words, a crowd of disciples fell into an uproar once again. After a while, a few more disciples charged forward with weapons, all of them unsurprisingly being swiftly and cleanly dealt with by Feng.

Cheng Ziang was pleased to see this scene, so he crossed his arms and watched Feng display her might with an air of detachment.

The reason he had created such a commotion was to test the quality of the Wuyun Sect’s outer disciples and to see just how strong these disciples were without the presence of a cultivator.

The battle lasted for nearly an hour, with around twenty rounds of disciples being defeated by Feng, each as a punishment bore the mark of Feng’s blade on their necks. These disciples, clutching their necks, had already lost the courage to actively engage in combat.

"Still need to practice more. Though the White Tiger is strong, she is after all just one person, and a girl at that. Despite being exhausted from the long battle, she still fought effortlessly," Cheng Ziang shook his head and remarked, which, for Pojun and those outer disciples, was nothing short of humiliating.

"If no one else is coming forward, I think we might as well stop here," said Cheng Ziang intentionally in a sarcastic tone, "You don’t need to feel ashamed, even in the Western Continent, White Tiger is among the best, losing to her is not disgraceful."

His words were deliberately loud enough for all the outer disciples present to hear. Sure enough, his words provoked a fierce reaction, and the disciples clamored indignantly, believing Cheng Ziang was insulting the Wuyun Sect.

Whether it was because of his provocation or not, finally, three robust men emerged from the crowd below, and it was clear at a glance that they were not to be trifled with, as they exuded the aura of strength that only formidable warriors possess. Sensing such an aura, Feng too started to take the matter seriously and actively observed the three men.

Indeed, Cheng Ziang hooked a big fish and showed a look of satisfaction, quietly observing the battle.

The three men attacked simultaneously, and this time Feng was no longer as immobile as before, but instead assumed a fighting stance.

Their attacks were fierce and swift, with excellent teamwork. In several exchanges of blows, Feng found herself at no advantage and was forced to be solely on the defensive.

Coordinating seamlessly, when one showed an opening, an ally was quick to cover, rendering Feng unable to capitalize and effectively attack their weak spots, and she could only defend and look for opportunities.

Although she seemed somewhat constrained in this battle, she remained relatively stable, so Cheng Ziang wasn’t particularly worried and quietly observed the fight.

From his perspective, these three were definitely among the best outer disciples of the Wuyun Sect. It was unclear whether it was because they had specifically trained such coordinated combat or they inherently had such synergy. Regardless, under their unified efforts, Feng struggled to find an opportunity to launch an attack, forced to maintain a conservative defense, waiting for any lapse that might be exposed.

Cheng Ziang wasn’t lying because even in the Western Continent, without resorting to magic, Feng’s swordsmanship still ranked among the best. The strongest of course was none other than his father Yalunte, the master swordsman who could defeat mages with his swordsmanship alone.