Chapter Sixty-One: The Situation Is Dire

Liu Feng watched the incoming blades with a faint smile on his face. He raised his hand, shaping it into a knife, and dazzling energy gathered there, its sharp aura radiating outward. With a swift chop, his palm met the swords in midair.

The sound of clashing metal rang incessantly, as if steel were striking steel. The immense force contained in his palm forced his opponents to stagger backward, their arms trembling even as they clutched their weapons.

Liu Feng stepped forward, following up with a diagonal chop of his palm knife. In an instant, he shattered one man's longsword, then struck him with a powerful blow. Blood sprayed from the man's mouth as he fell to the ground, unable to rise again.

The remaining three, enraged at their companion's injury, shouted fiercely and attacked Liu Feng with their swords and knives. Liu Feng moved with electric speed, his footsteps light, and struck out with three consecutive palms. The men felt as if a tide of violent power crashed against them like an ocean wave.

No matter how they swung their weapons, they could not withstand the sharp edge of Liu Feng’s fists and feet. In moments, their blades were broken one after another.

Liu Feng pressed his advantage, his fists pounding out like iron cannonballs. The men were beaten to the ground, coughing blood, their fighting strength utterly spent.

Elsewhere, Zeng Lu and Zhao Yu were locked in fierce combat.

Zeng Lu’s fists blazed with golden light, waves of violent power surging forth, swirling the air into vortices wherever his strikes passed.

By contrast, Zhao Yu’s fingers were like swords, shooting out sharp sword energy that sliced through the air with a piercing hiss, his aura intimidating and overwhelming.

The two clashed repeatedly, their vast powers exploding outward, shattering trees nearby and carving ravines into the earth.

“Wind-chasing Slash!” Zhao Yu shouted, his sword fingers cutting through the air at hurricane speed. The sharp sword energy crackled with sonic booms, splitting the air and instantly reaching Zeng Lu.

“Rainstorm Strike!” Zeng Lu bellowed, his fists moving as fast as a storm, unleashing furious power overhead. Dense shadows of fists appeared, colliding with the incoming sword energy.

The collision resounded with thunderous booms, waves of violent energy sweeping in all directions. Stones shattered and exploded into dust, drifting down like smoke.

Zhao Yang, meanwhile, was locked in battle with two of Zhao Yu’s companions.

He hurled his fists, explosive power billowing forth in fierce gusts toward the two opponents. The two young men, faces stern, struck out with both palms. Their attacks were wild and ferocious, sweeping like tornadoes.

The two surges of force collided, roaring like twin hurricanes, blowing the surrounding trees until their branches whipped and then uprooting them entirely.

The fighters flashed through the chaos, four arms launching savage attacks at Zhao Yang like tigers descending the mountain, their momentum terrifying.

Zhao Yang’s eyes gleamed, his fists whistling through the air, carrying the weight of grinding millstones and crushing the boys’ hands.

Violent thunder echoed as their fists and palms clashed repeatedly, then suddenly separated as they gathered strength and attacked again like lightning.

At this moment, Liu Feng had finished off his opponents. He saw Zhao Guang forced to retreat again and again, even together with his two companions, unable to match Zhang Ming.

Liu Feng drew a broken sword and infused it with his powerful energy. Instantly, a blazing light erupted, violent force surging outward and swirling the air into vortexes.

He shouted, and a massive sword energy slashed toward Zhang Ming. Even before the sword energy reached its target, the ground beneath it cracked under the weight of its power.

Zhang Ming had just been about to press his advantage and finish off Zhao Guang. Unexpectedly, a blazing sword energy swept toward him. He didn’t dare delay, swinging his right fist with explosive force. A column of tornado-like energy shot out, colliding with the sword energy.

Thunder boomed, deafeningly loud, like lightning splitting the sky. Vast waves of force crashed outward, shattering rocks, trees, and everything caught in their aftermath, all dissolving into nothingness.

“Kid, I didn’t expect your cultivation to have improved so much in so short a time,” Zhang Ming remarked, pausing in place with a hint of surprise.

Seizing the opportunity, Zhao Guang quickly took out a pill and swallowed it. His energy immediately became more lively.

Liu Feng hurried to Zhao Guang’s side, concern in his voice. “Are you all right? Are you hurt?”

“I’m fine, just drained—the energy consumption is huge. If you hadn’t arrived in time, I wouldn’t have had a chance to catch my breath. Zhang Ming really is terrifying,” Zhao Guang replied, a hint of awe in his words.

Liu Feng nodded; he, too, could sense Zhang Ming’s overwhelming strength.

“Are you all right?” Zeng Lu and Zhao Yang, having defeated their own opponents, came over to help.

“Looks like you’ve already put Zhao Yu and his men down. But it doesn’t matter—I alone can deal with all of you,” Zhang Ming said, his gaze sharp and his words brimming with arrogance and domination.

Liu Feng and the others frowned, feeling the terrifying power and confidence radiating from Zhang Ming.

“All right, enough playing. I have important business tonight,” Zhang Ming said, and his aura shifted dramatically. A wave of immense power erupted from his body, cracking the ground and causing stones nearby to float.

He tapped his toes on the earth, his body streaking like lightning through space, arriving in front of Liu Feng and his companions in an instant. His palms struck out quickly, fierce energy pounding toward each of them like a mountain.

Liu Feng’s energy surged wildly, pouring into his broken sword. Violent sword energy slashed out.

Zeng Lu wielded his sword, energy flaring forth; sharp sword energy shot out like a rainbow piercing the sky.

Zhao Yang swung both fists, his explosive power making the air howl.

Zhao Guang gripped his blade with both hands, infusing it with his robust energy. A massive blade energy, two yards long, formed and slashed forth, its edge capable of splitting mountains and earth.

All of them unleashed their full strength, colliding with Zhang Ming’s twin palms.

The impact sounded like thunder on a clear day, shaking their eardrums with a deafening roar.

Waves of violent power spread in all directions, obliterating trees within a radius of dozens of meters and turning rocks to powder. At the center of the collision, a deep pit five meters across appeared.

Liu Feng was thrown violently backwards by the force, spitting blood. Zeng Lu and the others also bled from the corners of their mouths, clearly severely injured.

“Haha! Now let’s see how you resist my attacks!” Zhang Ming laughed wildly at the sight of their blood, then flashed forward, launching a series of strikes at them.