51: Chapter 51 Fierce Battle with Wilfrieden

Wei Feisen looked at the wound on your neck that was still oozing blood, and looked into your eyes that held not a hint of retreat.

He suddenly realized one thing.

She was not making a threat.

She was truly willing to die here.

You watched his expression change bit by bit, your heart calmer than ever before.

Through two simulations, you had long since thoroughly grasped Wei Feisen's personality.

This was his greatest weakness.

The silence lasted for a long time.

"Fine."

Wei Feisen finally spoke.

His voice was hoarse, "I promise you, I will withdraw them." As he spoke, he stared at you intensely, gritting his teeth as he said, "But if you dare to lie to me, I guarantee that everyone you care about will die a miserable death!"

He immediately turned around to face his subordinates.

"Everyone retreat, one mile."

"Five miles," you said.

Wei Feisen turned his head to look at you.

You did not sheath your sword; droplets of blood trickled down the blade and onto the ground.

"Five miles it is," he said.

"Gang Leader, you cannot!" an Hall Master urged anxiously. "She is just a Great Grandmaster who has just had a Breakthrough, why must you personally..."

"Gang Leader, there are all kinds of women in this world. Why risk yourself for one woman?"

"Just let your subordinate go and test her!"

"Gang Leader, think twice!"

The two Great Grandmaster Protectors behind him exchanged a look, and one of them stepped forward: "Gang Leader, this is not right! She is merely..."

"Step down."

Wei Feisen did not turn back. His voice was not loud, but everyone present felt a chill run down their spines for a moment.

"I do not wish to say it a second time."

The Protector shut his mouth and stepped back. The four Hall Masters exchanged complex glances. One short, stout Hall Master couldn't help but take another look at you, his eyes filled with disbelief. What kind of ability did this woman have that could make the Gang Leader concede to this extent?

The Black Tiger Gang's forces began to retreat.

The group of nearly a hundred people moved silently down the mountain, their grim black armor gradually disappearing into the mist.

From beginning to end, that Black-robed man did not say a word, simply retreating with the crowd like a mindless Puppet.

You noticed this.

He obeyed Wei Feisen's commands, or rather, he did not care about the conflicts between these Mortals.

Wei Feisen's gaze fell upon the Cangyun Sect's group again.

"They must also retreat."

You turned to look at Supreme Elder Su Chenyuan.

Supreme Elder Su Chenyuan stood where he was. He watched you for a long time, then stepped forward two paces and lowered his voice:

"How much confidence do you have?"

"I don't know," you said.

Supreme Elder Su Chenyuan was silent for a breath.

"He is at the Middle Stage of the Great Grandmaster realm, and you have just had your Breakthrough. Your True Qi is not yet stable; you cannot even control its release and retraction cleanly. This battle..."

"Master," you interrupted him, "the Cangyun Sect should not be implicated because of me."

Supreme Elder Su Chenyuan stared into your eyes, then looked at the wound on your neck that was still oozing blood.

He suddenly reached out, fished a small porcelain bottle from his sleeve, and pressed it into your hand.

"A True Qi Condensation Pill. Take it; it can stabilize your True Qi for half an hour."

Then he turned around and left without looking back.

"All members of the Cangyun Sect, retreat five miles," the Sect Head said, giving you a deep look.

Soon, the mountain gate was empty.

The people in the distance had retreated completely; the Cangyun Sect went north and the Black Tiger Gang went south. A distance of five miles was enough to blur the perception of each other's aura.

Only two people remained on the stone steps.

You lowered the longsword that had been pressed against your neck, pulled a handkerchief from your sleeve, and wiped the blood from your neck. Your movements were very casual, like wiping away a drop of spilled tea.

Wei Feisen watched this action of yours, a flash of heartache appearing in his eyes.

Then he spoke, his voice very low, as if afraid to startle you.

"Wanwan."

"Stop this."

"Come home with me, will you? Nowadays, with a single command from me, the entire Martial Forest of Great Qing trembles. If you come, you will be the Gang Leader's wife, one person above all others, and below only me. Whatever Cultivation Technique you want, I will scour the entire world to find it for you. If you want to practice martial arts, I will hire the best Master for you. If you want revenge, tell me who has bullied you, and I will help you wipe out their entire family."

He took a step closer.

"I have searched for you for fourteen years, fourteen years."

"Do you know how I have spent these fourteen years?"

You tucked the handkerchief back into your sleeve, raised your head, and looked at him.

You did not speak.

You drew your sword.

Drawing the sword meant launching an attack.

Frost Moon Sword Technique — First Move, Moon Rise.

The sword light split the morning mist, striking directly at Wei Feisen's throat.

Wei Feisen's pupils constricted, but his body reacted faster than his consciousness. He sidestepped, his right hand drawing a narrow blade with a black scabbard from his waist, and the back of the blade accurately struck the spine of your sword.

Clang—!

The sound of metal colliding exploded before the empty mountain gate, the echoes bouncing off the stone walls.

Your arm went numb, and the webbing between your thumb and forefinger swelled slightly.

He was indeed stronger than you.

His True Qi at the Middle Stage of the Great Grandmaster realm was a full two layers thicker than yours. In that parry just now, he hadn't even used his full strength; your sword was deflected by half a foot, while his blade did not Move a hair.

But you had known this would be the outcome all along.

Your sword did not stop.

Second Move, Frost Fall; Third Move, Moon Hide; Fourth Move, Frost Split.

The four Moves connected seamlessly, the sword light like a silver snake flicking its tongue, each strike aiming for a vital point. The Frost Moon Sword Technique was a sword technique you had created by fusing the essence of dozens of martial arts; every Move after reaching Great Perfection carried forty years of your combat instinct.

Wei Feisen held his blade with one hand, parrying left and blocking right, his footsteps not moving an inch.

His Moves were simple to the extreme; there was no flashy blade technique, no complex footwork, just the most basic blocking, parrying, and deflecting.

Every strike perfectly neutralized seventy percent of your force.

After a dozen Moves, you hadn't harmed a single hair on his head.

"Not a bad sword technique," Wei Feisen said, his tone even carrying a hint of appreciation. "Who taught you?"

You did not answer, holding your sword to attack again.

Fourth Move, "Frost Split."

This was the most powerful Move of the Frost Moon Sword Technique. True Qi was infused into the longsword, the blade hummed, and you slashed down.

Wei Feisen's brow finally twitched.

He sidestepped, held his blade vertically, and took this strike head-on.

Boom—!

The True Qi collided, and the ground cracked outward from beneath their feet, gravel flying everywhere.

You were repelled three steps.

Wei Feisen retreated one step.

He looked down at a shallow mark on the back of his blade, then looked up at you.

"You are indeed more powerful than I thought."

You raised your sword and attacked again.

Bang—!

The blade and sword collided again.

During the stalemate, he looked at you before him, the corners of his mouth curling up. "The scent on you is exactly the same as it was back then." He suddenly sniffed. "So fragrant."

Your sword nearly slipped from your hand.

You cursed silently in your heart, then immediately used the Mountain-Shattering Palm to force him back and widen the distance.

He stood where he was, holding his blade horizontally in front of him, his eyes like a leopard guarding its prey.

"Your sword technique is even better than I imagined," he said, with a hint of a smile at the corners of his mouth. "As expected of the woman I, Wei Feisen, have taken a fancy to."

You did not reply.

Because you had discovered one thing.

Wei Feisen was holding back his strength.

His blade technique was fierce and rigid, every strike carrying the terrifying oppressive feeling of a Middle Stage Great Grandmaster, but the landing points were all off—off by an inch. That inch was precisely the difference between being fatal and just being an injury.