Lin Feng’s sword suddenly moved. His sword was dancing on the wind as if copying Hou Qing’s skill. He looked graceful and agile with only calmness on his face.
“AAAHHH” a loud scream was heard coming from above Lin Feng’s head. Suddenly an oppressive energy filled the atmosphere and shocked many of the onlookers.
“Too Weak”
Lin Feng only said these two words. His sword was still shining and spotless. Right after that, the entire crowd saw blood splash in all directions.
The whole crowd was gasping in shock. What they were looking at was inconceivable.
Hou Qing had been unable even retaliate against Lin Feng. He had lost. It had been an easy win for Lin Feng, he had cut off one of Hou Qing’s arms in a single strike during Hou Qing’s agility technique.
“How is that even possible?”
“How did Lin Feng do that?”
shouted some of the ordinary disciples. They were extremely surprised especially since many of them had heard Lin Feng’s reputation and that he was called a piece of trash by many ordinary disciples. How could he have cut off one of Hou Qing’s arms in one attack with such little effort?
All these ordinary disciples hadn’t seen clearly how Lin Feng had attacked but the Elite disciples had all seen very clearly. Lin Feng had been so quick using his sword that he had managed to borrow strength from the wind and cut Hou Qing’s arm, to many onlookers it seemed that it was actually the wind itself which cut off the arm before the sword had even reached.
“A sword that can fuse with the wind and borrow its strength. Did the Xing Chen Pavilion have such sword skills?” asked Nan Gong Ling as it was the first time in his life that he had seen such a thing. Lin Feng’s sword-play had been wonderful. It could really been defined as perfect. He hadn’t used any unnecessary strength in his attack. He had followed the wind and had cut off one of Hou Qing’s arms. This was Lin Feng’s exact goal as if he had wanted to take Hou Qing’s life, he could have done that in one hit before anyone was able to react.
Lin Feng hadn’t practiced any particular skill for his sword to fuse with the wind. It was just an insight that he had gained when he was at the Precipice of Zhangu, he had realized that the sword, the sky as well as the all things within creation, all had a force which could be used. The sword had a sword force, the wind had a wind force. He had just used that wind force. He had followed the wind with his sword which had created a fusion between the sword and the wind and then cleanly sliced off his opponents arm.
“Wasn’t that him using the wind force?” asked Nan Gong Ling considering that possibility. But he immediately rejected that idea because Lin Feng was only at the eighth Qi layer, how would he be able to comprehend what using the force of wind was?
A Cultivator of the Qi layer couldn’t use forces from the elements. Only Cultivators who had reached the Ling Qi layer and a few geniuses were able to use forces of the elements. If a Cultivator of the Qi layer wanted to use those forces, he could only do that using the power of his spirit. A cultivator could use forces only by using his spirit but during that fight, Lin Feng hadn’t released his spirit at all.
“That piece of trash has become strong. No wonder he became insane. However as far as I’m concerned, that piece of trash is as before, still a piece of trash. That will not change today.” Thought Lin Qian who had seen Lin Feng cut off his opponent’s arm in one hit and one single attempt. She was at the Ling Qi layer and her spirit was becoming stronger and stronger and was on the brink of awakening. She had an ice and fire universal spirit. That small piece of trash, Lin Feng, was no match for her.