Chapter 115: A Broken Sword? A Flying Sword!

Liu Feng stared at the crimson flying sword hovering above Sun Zhen’s head, momentarily feeling at a loss for how to respond.

“Liu Feng, you’re the first person to force me to use my flying sword. But once it’s unleashed, your only options are surrender or death,” Sun Zhen said, his face radiating pride as he looked at Liu Feng.

“What? The mysterious and unfathomable flying sword, said to slay without form—this Sun Zhen is undoubtedly our greatest foe.”

“Moreover, someone with profound skill can sever an enemy’s head from a thousand miles away.”

“Now, Liu Feng seems to have no choice but to admit defeat; otherwise, his life is in grave danger.”

“The flying sword is invincible once unleashed. I can’t think of any way Liu Feng could counter it.”

The warriors in the participants’ area watched in shock as Sun Zhen wielded his flying sword. Even those who had supported Liu Feng began to lose faith in him.

“This Sun Zhen has hidden his true strength so deeply that even his own sect likely doesn’t know he possesses such a technique. Can you find a way to bring him under my command?” The Emperor of Qingyu Nation asked the Lord of Litian City from a special viewing platform.

The Lord of Litian City frowned, helplessly replying, “Your Majesty, I’m afraid this task is beyond me. Consider this: a talent so extraordinary would not be available for us to choose. I suspect he has already been taken under the wing of a powerful figure from the Tianyuan Sect.”

“Alas, that is true. Even if he hasn’t been noticed by the Tianyuan Sect, he wouldn’t willingly align with us,” the emperor said with a look of disappointment.

The Lord of Litian City sighed upon seeing the emperor’s expression and returned to his seat.

Meanwhile, on the arena, Liu Feng was already battered and bruised, bloodstains spreading across his clothes.

“Damn it! Is there truly no way out?” Liu Feng muttered to himself, watching the flying sword dart toward him as he pondered strategies.

“Liu Feng, I advise you to surrender before you suffer more pain,” Sun Zhen said, his voice carrying an unexplainable tone as he observed Liu Feng dodging.

“If you want me to give up, you’ll have to show greater strength. Your current attacks won’t make me quit,” Liu Feng gritted his teeth, dodging while feeling his energy slowly ebb away.

“Very well! If you insist on dying, don’t blame me,” Sun Zhen’s face darkened as he summoned his spiritual power to control the flying sword, accelerating its assault on Liu Feng.

Suddenly, the pressure on Liu Feng intensified. The red flying sword seemed to transform into a furious dragon, slashing toward him with lightning speed.

Liu Feng swung his fists rapidly, golden light blazing fiercely from them like flames. He continuously met the flying sword’s strikes with his fists, sparks flying violently upon each collision.

Yet the flying sword’s speed was overwhelming. Despite his desperate blocks, blood spattered from his body.

“I can’t keep this up! If it goes on, I’ll be bleeding out even without Sun Zhen’s attack,” Liu Feng thought grimly, but no solution presented itself.

“If it’s too much, Liu Feng, just surrender,” Zhao Bochao shouted from the sidelines, seeing Liu Feng covered in blood.

“It looks like Liu Feng is about to concede. If he doesn’t, he’s walking straight to his death.”

“There’s no other way. If it were me, I couldn’t think of how to counter the flying sword either.”

“Liu Feng should surrender quickly. Winning the match isn’t worth losing your life.”

The warriors in the participants’ area watched the battered Liu Feng and believed surrender was his only option left.

“Liu Feng, I’ll give you one last chance—surrender or choose death,” Sun Zhen said, his eyes burning as he looked at the wounded Liu Feng. He had offered this opportunity not only because wielding the flying sword consumed tremendous spiritual power but also out of respect for Liu Feng’s indomitable will and unyielding spirit toward martial arts.

“Haha! Show me everything you’ve got. I will never surrender,” Liu Feng said, his body wavering but his voice filled with unwavering determination.

“Fine! You’re just throwing away your last chance,” Sun Zhen replied, unleashing a surge of spiritual energy and pouring it all into the flying sword.

The sword emitted a crisp, resonant hum as its red radiance flared like a miniature sun ablaze. Sun Zhen channeled all his spiritual power into it, and the sword carved out a dazzling, five-meter-long scarlet beam aimed directly at Liu Feng’s body.

As the red flying sword hurtled toward him, Liu Feng suddenly recalled the broken sword he had acquired in Chiyang City. He had sensed then that it was somehow connected to spiritual power, but at the time, his cultivation was too weak to wield spiritual power. Now it was different. With a surge of spiritual energy, the broken sword appeared in his hand.

Liu Feng noticed the broken sword had transformed into a small golden blade over three inches long, shimmering with golden light. He focused his spiritual power to control the golden sword, which immediately hovered before him.

At that moment, Sun Zhen’s flying sword was already stabbing toward Liu Feng.

“Liu Feng!” Zhao Bochao shouted helplessly, watching the flying sword aimed at Liu Feng.

“This is it. I never expected the boy with limitless potential to end up like this.”

“Alas, perhaps this is the ultimate fate of martial artists.”

The warriors in the participants’ area watched the flying sword racing toward Liu Feng, as if already witnessing his demise. Many felt pity for Liu Feng and a somber melancholy for the fate of martial artists.

“Clang!”

The sound of metal striking metal rang out, rousing many from their despair. They quickly turned to watch the arena. The anticipated scene of Liu Feng bleeding out on the spot did not occur.

Before Liu Feng floated the small golden sword—it was this sword that blocked Sun Zhen’s red flying sword.

“How is this possible? Liu Feng has a flying sword too?”

“Flying swords require countless precious ores and rare materials to forge. How could they have become so common?”

The competing warriors shouted in shock as they saw the flying sword suspended above Liu Feng’s head.

“Liu Feng, I didn’t expect you to have a flying sword as well. You’ve hidden it deeply,” Sun Zhen said, his eyes gleaming with light. No one knew what he was thinking at that moment.

“Enough talk. Let’s settle this once and for all!” Liu Feng’s voice carried an unstoppable momentum.

“Fine. The final strike will decide life or death, victory or defeat,” Sun Zhen shouted back.