Despite Lin Xiao being a third-grade senior spirit controller, Po Feng didn’t show much surprise. His shock lasted only a moment.
“So what if you’re a third-grade senior spirit controller? You dodged my strike unexpectedly, but the next won’t be so easy.”
Po Feng swung his longsword, his figure blurring into an afterimage, slashing toward Lin Xiao.
Fast as the wind, his sword energy surged, pressing toward Lin Xiao.
“Slash!”
Yet, this strike missed again, slicing past Lin Xiao’s side. The fearsome sword energy had no effect on him.
This time, Po Feng didn’t rush past but stood close, slashing again.
Wasn’t Lin Xiao just pretending? Standing still and controlling him? Then he’d stay near, striking repeatedly, to see how many attacks Lin Xiao could redirect.
“Slash! Slash! Slash!”
But Lin Xiao’s spiritual power exceeded his expectations. No matter how many strikes Po Feng unleashed, none hit Lin Xiao.
Then, a surge of spiritual power seized Po Feng’s sword-wielding right hand, yanking it sideways. Po Feng’s body was flung outward.
This startled Po Feng. Spirit controllers were indeed troublesome—not only could they divert his limbs, but they could also pull his entire body.
Flung aside, he looked rather dishevelled. But as his body slowed, Po Feng channelled his strength, charging back to mask his embarrassment.
“Slash, slash, slash!”
In the crowd’s view, Lin Xiao stood motionless while Po Feng was repeatedly thrown out, only to rush back, slashing wildly. Not one strike landed on Lin Xiao.
Po Feng’s speed was impressive, but against Lin Xiao’s spiritual power, it was useless. The fight looked utterly comical.
“Hahaha, see that? What rubbish Po Feng! Wasn’t he going to kill Lin Xiao? He hasn’t even touched a hair on him.”
“Standing still, letting him attack, and he still can’t hit? Daring to climb the Life-and-Death Platform, claiming he’d kill Lin Xiao? He’s just a clown.”
“Po Feng? More like Po Lan—broken trash!”
“Po Feng, just slit your own throat!”
“Hahaha…”
Heaven Gate disciples’ mocking shouts rang out. The crowd quietly agreed. Thinking back to Po Feng’s arrogant challenge on the Life-and-Death Platform, now Lin Xiao hadn’t moved an inch, and Po Feng couldn’t touch him. The strength gap was clear.
Hearing the Heaven Gate disciples’ taunts, Po Feng grew furious. He’d planned to complete his task and fight a glorious death match to catch the higher-ups’ attention. He never expected such humiliation.
“Mist Seven Kills, First Kill: Heart-Piercing Sword!”
Unmatched sword energy surged from Po Feng’s blade, enveloping the area, shrouding everyone’s view.
Then, like lightning, Po Feng shot toward Lin Xiao with incredible speed.
Using sword energy to form mist, obscuring the opponent’s sight, then striking with greater piercing force.
This move’s power was undeniable.
Even some second-level Heavenly Martial disciples felt wary, sensing danger if they faced it.
And this was just the first kill. What would the seventh be like?
Could it kill a third-level Martial King?
Now they understood why Po Feng was so confident, daring to challenge Lin Xiao on the Life-and-Death Platform.
Of course, spirit controllers used unconventional tactics, so they weren’t sure if Lin Xiao could withstand Po Feng’s ultimate strike.
Still, conjuring sword energy mist was a mark of astonishing talent. Few in Saint Origin Academy could refine sword energy to this level.
Even the elders on the main platform nodded, quietly impressed.
“Slash!”
Through the heavy mist, Po Feng charged, his ferocious sword piercing the void, aiming straight for Lin Xiao’s chest.
Po Feng was thirty percent confident this strike would kill Lin Xiao. No matter how strong Lin Xiao’s spiritual power was, this explosive force, several times stronger than before, couldn’t be easily redirected.
And after this first kill, he had six more. With all seven, he was confident he could kill a third-level Martial King.
That was his confidence’s source—he’d once killed a strong third-level Martial King.
In a flash, an unexpected scene stunned Po Feng. Lin Xiao didn’t redirect his limbs but let the sword aim for his chest.
Po Feng wondered if his speed was too great for Lin Xiao to react.
But when his sword struck Lin Xiao’s chest, an even more shocking moment occurred.
Clang!
A metallic sound rang out. His sword, as if hitting steel, couldn’t pierce Lin Xiao’s chest at all.
“How’s that possible?” Po Feng’s planned six follow-up strikes halted. Not only had Lin Xiao not dodged, expecting a heart-piercing blow, but his body had physically blocked the sword.
This defied Po Feng’s understanding. How could a person’s body be strong enough to withstand a weapon attack powered by Martial King-level force?
The shock was overwhelming, causing Po Feng to freeze, his follow-up moves stalling.
In that instant, Lin Xiao focused, attaching spiritual power to Po Feng’s head. As Po Feng reeled in shock, Lin Xiao twisted sharply.
Crack!
With a cruel smile, Lin Xiao snapped Po Feng’s neck. Po Feng’s eyes bulged, as if they’d pop out.
By the time he realised, his neck was broken, his head twisted full circle, life fading fast.
He never imagined he’d die in such shock, neck snapped.
He died with eyes wide open.
With his death, his planned Mist Seven Kills dissipated, his powerful follow-ups unused.
His chance to shine in the tournament vanished.
As the heavy sword energy mist cleared, the two figures standing opposite each other came into view.
Seeing the scene, the arena fell silent.
All saw Lin Xiao and Po Feng standing half a metre apart, Po Feng’s sword at Lin Xiao’s chest, their faces close.
“Lin Xiao’s dead?”
That was the crowd’s first thought. Po Feng was unharmed, his sword piercing Lin Xiao, while Lin Xiao hadn’t countered.
They assumed Lin Xiao couldn’t block Po Feng’s mist strike, failing to redirect it, and was stabbed in the chest.
The scene froze in shock for a moment.
