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At the command of Hong Yan, several men from Area One rushed to the front row, and many others from different areas also made their way toward Area One.
The man in the duckbill cap was taken aback by the sudden appearance of so many men around him. Then, he swiftly vanished through a hidden door on the side, pursued by a group of black-clad figures. However, most people were focused on the large screen or the arena, and hardly anyone noticed these movements.
"To die at my hands, Abel Ferard, is truly your good fortune!" Abel declared, his Western Sword trembling rapidly in his hand, the blooming sword flowers eliciting cheers from the crowd.
Meanwhile, Xiao Yefeng silently recited Heart Decision. With his left hand forming seals and his right hand wielding the sword, he lifted the long sword—now without a blade—from below and shattered one sword flower before quickly flipping it to slice through another. In an instant, he had parried two attacks.
He then stepped diagonally, bending down to deflect a third sword flower with a sweep. Rising again, he executed a horizontal cut to block a fourth sword flower. Finally, he hurled his long sword into the center of the sword flowers, preventing Abel from unleashing another bloom. At that moment, a golden light surged from his sword toward Abel, who instinctively dodged to avoid a fatal strike to his throat but soon realized he had already lost.
The Bat formed from Abel's gathered Blood Energy was now caught in Xiao Yefeng's massive hands behind him. Xiao Yefeng was also holding on, employing a ghost-catching technique from Feng Shui Techniques—an improved spiritual art developed by the Xiao family based on ancestral teachings. Under the dual cultivation of Confucianism and Daoism, they discovered that both paths ultimately led to the same destination.
At this moment, Xiao Yefeng's hands appeared empty to ordinary observers; however, he held both wings of the Bat firmly. Meanwhile, Abel's single-handed sword was swept away by Xiao Yefeng's strike. Thus, both men found themselves weaponless and facing each other.
"You are dead for sure!" Abel exclaimed with excitement rather than fear.
"The outcome is yet to be determined!" Xiao Yefeng replied. Just then, beneath their feet in the arena, eight talismans ignited simultaneously. An invisible Great Net emerged from all directions and ensnared Xiao Yefeng from below. Instantly, the giant hands behind him vanished, leaving him powerless and slumped on the ground.
Seeing this situation unfold left everyone stunned; how could he have collapsed so suddenly? Ordinary spectators were oblivious to what had transpired underground—only Hong Yan and others remained unaware that this attack was orchestrated by Yuan Xun.
Lying on the ground, Xiao Yefeng looked up at Abel and said, "You actually ambushed me; what kind of duel is this?"
Seeing that his trap had succeeded, Abel chuckled and replied, "Heh heh, what era are we in? Who still duels? You fell for it; clearly you're foolish."
Bending down to pick up his Western Sword, Abel approached step by step and said, "Tsk tsk tsk, that man's methods are quite ruthless. Otherwise, you might as well let me kill you; your blood should be enough to enhance my Blood Energy!"
With that said, Abel lunged at Xiao Yefeng with his Western Sword as bait. His sharp fangs bared as he prepared to drain Xiao Yefeng's essence. At that moment in the audience stands, an Ancient Warrior paused in shock—was Xiao Yefeng really finished? Should I go rescue him?
At that moment, Fatty Li's face was ashen. If this man died, he would be doomed as well. What was he going to do?
Among everyone present, only Abel's servant, a man named Alex, noticed Xiao Yefeng's unusual behavior. Just as Abel lunged at Xiao Yefeng, there was a glint of cunning in Xiao Yefeng's eyes—a look that suggested his plan had succeeded.
Alex sensed something was wrong. In an instant, he transformed into a shadow and slipped past the large door's cover. Just moments ago, Xiao Yefeng had caused a disruption, and to prevent such incidents, the arena had locked the doors. However, there was a half-meter gap at the top of the door that allowed Alex to squeeze through. His speed was astonishing; the guards nearby didn't even have time to react.
Meanwhile, in the arena, Xiao Yefeng was bound by invisible chains and should have been unable to move. Yet, just as Abel charged at him, the iron chains that were supposed to restrain him suddenly snapped one by one, allowing Xiao Yefeng to break free. Unbeknownst to anyone, beneath the ground lay eight Spirit Talismans; one of them was different from the others. While the rest were crumpled up, this particular talisman had split in two. It turned out that when Xiao Yefeng entered the arena, he had found this Spirit Talisman and used his Psychic Blade to sever it.
The so-called Spirit Talisman was merely Yellow Talisman Paper; how could it withstand the Psychic Blade? However, since all eight Spirit Talismans were interconnected, breaking one would only have a momentary effect. In fact, Xiao Yefeng had already freed himself the moment he fell to the ground; he merely wanted Abel to attack without any defenses.
As Abel descended upon him, he realized that the spiritual chains had broken and saw Xiao Yefeng smiling at him. At that moment, Abel understood he had been outsmarted. However, with no way to change the situation, he raised his Western Sword to stab at Xiao Yefeng. But it was too late for a feigned attack; he could only charge straight at Xiao Yefeng. By this time, Xiao Yefeng had already seized the sword in hand, its blade now pointed directly at Abel. A wave of despair washed over Abel—was he really going to die?
He hadn't yet returned triumphantly to his family or defeated those siblings who had driven him away! The overwhelming despair made Abel question whether he had made a mistake in provoking this man. If only he could survive...
Just as Abel was about to vow something in that moment, a man in a tailcoat flew in and kicked him away from the sword's edge with no mercy, sending him flying seven or eight meters.
Seeing that Abel was about to meet his end at his hands, Xiao Yefeng was furious. He hurled his sword again with great force, sending it hurtling towards Alex with a torrent of Golden Cyan Light. The sword moved like shimmering glass—this furious strike represented Xiao Yefeng's maximum power at that moment.
Alex was taken aback by the intensity of Xiao Yefeng's attack. He felt fortunate for arriving just in time; otherwise, Young Master would surely be in grave danger. With a focused gaze, Alex summoned a gust of wind between his palms. In an instant, his hands became thick and powerful; with a clap of his palms together, he managed to catch Xiao Yefeng's sword.
However, Alex was pushed back several steps by the force of the impact before finally stabilizing himself. The brilliance on the sword faded away as Alex released his grip only to find that the sword had not fallen; it had pierced through his chest instead—though slightly off-target and not fatal. Gritting his teeth against the excruciating pain, Alex pulled out the bloodied sword and raised it high with both hands before kneeling before Xiao Yefeng.
"What is happening? Who is this?" The audience gasped in shock at this dramatic turn of events.
"What do you mean? Why are you interfering in our life-and-death battle?" Xiao Yefeng stood up and looked down at Alex kneeling on the ground.
"Cough! You bastard!" Abel shouted angrily as he got back up from the ground. However, Xiao Yefeng shot a glance at Abel and calmly replied, "Shut up! If it weren't for him, you would have been dead just now!"
According to reason, Abel would not listen to Xiao Yefeng. However, this time, Abel truly fell silent, unsure if it was because of Xiao Yefeng or the kneeling Alex.
"Respected Eastern warrior, I, Alex, am willing to take the place of Young Master Abel in death. I hope my sacrifice can make you abandon your right to pursue us!" With that, Alex unexpectedly grabbed his longsword and attempted to take his own life.
Seeing this, both Xiao Yefeng and Abel were taken aback. Abel shouted angrily, "No!"
At that moment, Xiao Yefeng began to understand. Although he did not know why Alex was so loyal, the Xiao Family adhered to the principle of not killing loyal subjects and righteous men. Such a devoted servant should not meet such a tragic end. Moreover, Xiao Yefeng could sense that Alex was not acting. As the blade approached his throat, Xiao Yefeng kicked out and sent his steel sword flying.
The steel sword left a gash on Alex's neck before it plunged fiercely into the ground at Abel's feet. After glancing at Alex, Xiao Yefeng said, "You are very loyal, but you do not have a good master."
"And you," he continued, "remember this: without him, you will die here! Take your belongings and leave Huaxia. I do not wish to see you here again. If I find you back in Huaxia, I will come for your life!" With that, Xiao Yefeng turned and walked away. However, as he passed by Abel's Western Sword, he paused and delivered a powerful kick to the blade.
"Crack!"
With a crisp sound, the magnificent one-handed sword—Abel's sturdy Western Sword—was shattered into two pieces. This act planted a seed of fear deep within Abel's heart; once sown, it would lead to endless terror. The next time he heard Xiao Yefeng's name, he would tremble in fear.
Meanwhile, on the large screen above, close-up shots of Xiao Yefeng filled the air. The entire arena erupted with excitement as Xiao Yefeng defeated two Westerners using an Eastern longsword against their Western Sword. This undoubtedly boosted the morale of all Huaxia people. The final scene of him breaking the Western Sword was simply spectacular.
Everyone was ecstatic. Huaxia was such a peculiar nation; when there were no outsiders around, they struggled to fight effectively. Yet when their nation faced an invasion from foreign forces, Huaxia became the most terrifying existence. All hatred was set aside; at that moment, Huaxia was like a massive iron fist that swept away all invaders. Although afterward, the people of Huaxia would still end up fighting among themselves.
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