i can learn all Martial Arts Techniques - Chapter 363

Chapter 363: What Does It Have To Do With You?
Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation
When Chen Fei had just mastered the the Spirit Suppression of the Suppressing Dragon Elephant technique, he could already manage a form of limb regeneration. Therefore, the seemingly terrifying injuries on Chen Fei’s body at this moment, with the aid of the Suppressing Dragon Elephant technique, were not actually considered severe.
In the blink of an eye, many of the minor wounds on Chen Fei’s body had already healed, and as for the larger wounds, they were forcefully closed at this moment.
Although the damage to his internal organs had not fully recovered yet, it did not affect Chen Fei’s combat capability anymore. His aura, which had initially been in decline, was continuously rising.
“Hurry, kill him, kill him quickly!” Hong Yuanfeng shouted in fear.
He had thought he had the victory in the bag, and he was even concerned initially that Chen Fei might die before he could torture him. However, now that he saw Chen Fei’s injuries recovering so rapidly, he couldn’t help but feel terrified.
Liang Zhongpu seemed to have woken up from a dream and shouted loudly. His figure flashed and appeared in front of Chen Fei, sword energy surging, completely enveloping Chen Fei.
At this moment, the goal was to seize the opportunity to kill Chen Fei while he hadn’t fully recovered. Otherwise, with the extraordinary strength Chen Fei had just displayed, Hong Yuanfeng wouldn’t be able to escape, and Liang Zhongpu would be in the same predicament.
“Boom!”
The sword energy exploded, causing Liang Zhongpu’s figure to pause slightly, while Chen Fei’s body merely swayed a bit, not even taking a step back.
As for the force generated from the collision, it only caused some of Chen Fei’s wounds to reopen. However, these newly opened wounds were insignificant and had no impact on Chen Fei.
Liang Zhongpu’s expression completely changed. Was Chen Fei really at the middle stage of the aperture tempering realm?
Taking Hong Yuanfeng’s life-or-death strike head-on, which was even stronger than the average middle stage of the Aperture tempering realm, not only did Chen Fei not die, but his injuries also recovered so quickly.
How could there be a middle-stage Aperture tempering realm cultivator like this? How did Chen Fei manage to train?
It had only been three years, not thirteen or thirty. Why was Chen Fei able to elevate both his techniques and physique to such a level in such a short time?
Liang Zhongpu had seen many geniuses and heard of many prodigies, but none of them could compare to Chen Fei. Could it be that Chen Fei had been possessed by an Aperture tempering realm expert?
Otherwise, how could you explain that in just three years, Chen Fei had achieved what others at the same level of the Aperture tempering realm might not accomplish in decades?
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It’s my turn!”
Chen Fei’s elemental energy roared within him, causing some of the wounds on his body to burst open again. However, Chen Fei’s expression remained unchanged. The black light on the Qianyuan Sword pervaded, and its momentum, though slightly diminished compared to the previous strike, was still terrifying.
This strike was something Liang Zhongpu couldn’t withstand!
Liang Zhongpu wasn’t like Hong Yuanfeng; he didn’t have the ” Shattering Mountain Style.” In the cultivation heritage of the Yashan Sect, there were methods for fighting to the death, but they couldn’t elevate his strength to the level of the late Aperture tempering realm.
Liang Zhongpu wanted to go down together with Chen Fei, but he couldn’t achieve it.
“Whoosh!”
Liang Zhongpu’s figure flashed, not advancing but retreating, and he ran towards Qinhai City’s direction. Liang Zhongpu was afraid; he wanted to take advantage of Chen Fei’s recovery time to return to Qinhai City.
He had to rely on the formation of the Yashan Army in Qinhai City to confront Chen Fei; only in this way could he possibly escape Chen Fei’s killing blow. Otherwise, facing Chen Fei one-on-one here, Liang Zhongpu was afraid he would die in the next moment.
“Buzz!”
In Chen Fei’s gaze, a sword intent flashed, and the “Godslayer Sword” directly attacked Liang Zhongpu’s mind. Liang Zhongpu staggered, and intense pain spread in his spiritual sea.
While Chen Fei’s body was injured, his mental power remained unaffected. The current Godslayer Sword could still have an effect even against someone in the late Aperture tempering realm. Facing an opponent of the same stage in the middle of the Aperture tempering realm, it was like one strike, one kill, without worrying about any backlash.
Liang Zhongpu endured the severe pain in his spiritual sea, about to continue using his body technique, but he realized that he didn’t know when the “Zhongyuan Sword Formation” had already enveloped the surroundings.
Eighty-one sword pearls whizzed inside the sword formation, and in the next moment, the sword pearls divided and refined into sword threads, surrounding the entire sword formation. Everything Liang Zhongpu saw was filled with a chilling sword intent.
“Yashan Sect was deceived; this is definitely not our intention!” Liang Zhongpu turned to look at Chen Fei, his face pale, and shouted loudly.
People cherish their lives, especially those in the Aperture tempering realm who have twice the lifespan of ordinary people. Liang Zhongpu was no exception. As long as he could survive, he was willing to surrender and kneel.
But when Liang Zhongpu’s words fell on Chen Fei’s ears, Chen Fei didn’t respond at all. Within the sword formation, the sword threads flickered and surged toward Liang Zhongpu.
“My Yashan Army is at your service, but if there’s a mission, I dare not disobey!” Liang Zhongpu shouted anxiously.
“Tsk!”
The sword threads showed no hesitation as they directly collided with Liang Zhongpu’s Sea-Sealing Sword. Feeling the astonishing power of the sword threads, despair filled Liang Zhongpu’s eyes.
“All!”
Liang Zhongpu roared loudly. He was willing to yield and surrender, so why did they have to go to such lengths to exterminate him? Although Sea-Sealing Sword’s power surged by a level, it couldn’t push back the sword threads by a fraction.
The surrounding space for Liang Zhongpu grew smaller and smaller. The sword threads pressed down on him relentlessly, unstoppable and unyielding.
“Chen Fei, 1’11 be waiting for you down below!” Liang Zhongpu turned to look at Chen Fei, his eyes filled with resentment and unwillingness.
Chen Fei remained expressionless. In the next moment, the sword threads completely enveloped Liang Zhongpu.
“Boom!”
A loud sound erupted from within the sword formation. The sword threads slightly expanded but quickly suppressed the force within. Liang Zhongpu’s enraged cries also abruptly ceased. Strands of spiritual essence drifted out of the sword formation and fell into the Qianyuan Sword.
Not far away, Hong Yuanfeng’s body trembled involuntarily. He sensed that Liang Zhongpu’s presence had completely disappeared, indicating that he had been completely slain by Chen Fei.
Even if Liang Zhongpu begged for mercy, bowed his head, or offered to be commanded in the future, Chen Fei showed no mercy.
Hong Yuanfeng looked at Chen Fei and met his gaze, sending a shiver down his spine. Although he had become a cripple now, Hong Yuanfeng did not want to die.
“Kill me, and the Immortal Cloud Sword Sect will surely seek your death. You will die, and the Primordial Sword Sect won’t escape either!” Hong Yuanfeng threatened, his tone fierce.
“You’re already dead. How does any of this concern you?” Chen Fei replied calmly.
Hong Yuanfeng opened his mouth but couldn’t find a suitable response to Chen Fei’s question. Should he admit he was afraid of dying and beg Chen Fei not to kill him? Yet just a moment ago, when Liang Zhongpu begged for his life, Chen Fei showed no hesitation.
Chen Fei withdrew his gaze and looked in the direction of Qinhai City, where he sensed the aura of Xu Yanxin. Chen Fei’s figure flickered and disappeared from the spot.
Seeing Chen Fei leave, a look of relief crossed Hong Yuanfeng’s face. He was about to get up when suddenly an immense force pressed down on him. Even as a cripple, Hong Yuanfeng couldn’t muster any resistance against this force and was instantly pinned to the ground.
“Cough!”
Blood dripped from Hong Yuanfeng’s mouth and nose, mixing with the soil on the ground, making him appear thoroughly disheveled. He struggled desperately but couldn’t budge an inch.
At some point, a powerful array had entrapped him, and Hong Yuanfeng hadn’t even noticed. This was the consequence of using the Shattering Mountain Style – sacrificing everything, regardless of whether it killed the opponent, meant that the aftermath of shattered acupoints had to be fully endured.
“All!”
Hong Yuanfeng trembled with effort, trying to lift himself up. From being a high-ranking elder of the Immortal Cloud Sword Sect, he had fallen into this pitiful state.
Hong Yuanfeng was unwilling and couldn’t accept this outcome. It shouldn’t have ended like this; he had meticulously planned everything, so why had it all turned out this way?
What went wrong? What went wrong!
More and more blood flowed from Hong Yuanfeng’s mouth and nose as he struggled. The more he fought, the worse his injuries became, yet he couldn’t break free.
The Dragon Elephant Formation that Chen Fei had casually set up was an insurmountable barrier for Hong Yuanfeng in his current state.
Several dozen miles away from Qinhai City, Xu Yanxin heard the sounds of battle in the distance. It was clear that a confrontation had occurred. Xu Yanxin contemplated for a moment, then increased his speed with his footwork, trying to catch up and provide assistance.
However, the sounds of battle only lasted for a moment before slowly fading away. Xu Yanxin’s expression shifted slightly. Had Chen Fei been captured, or was he executed on the spot?
Xu Yanxin had a strange feeling in his heart, but he couldn’t describe it precisely. It was as if a looming disaster was about to strike.
Suddenly, Xu Yanxin looked ahead and saw a figure racing towards him at incredible speed. Who could that be?
The strange feeling in Xu Yanxin’s heart grew stronger, causing him to stumble for a moment. As he recognized the face of the approaching person, his expression changed dramatically.
How could it be Chen Fei?
Why was Chen Fei here? What happened to Liang Zhongpu and Hong Yuanfeng? What was the meaning of the earlier battle sounds?
Xu Yanxin’s thoughts were in disarray, but he knew one thing: he absolutely couldn’t confront Chen Fei one-on-one. Even Ji Zhuowen had been slain by Chen Fei. Xu Yanxin’s cultivation, at the mere early stage of the Aperture tempering realm, was utterly inadequate in the face of Chen Fei.
Xu Yanxin stepped forward with his right foot, sprinting in the direction of Qinhai City. Returning to Qinhai City was his only chance for survival.
However, despair quickly overcame Xu Yanxin’s expression. It was too fast; Chen Fei’s speed was far superior to his own. If Chen Fei had displayed such speed when running out of Qinhai City, Liang Zhongpu and Hong Yuanfeng would likely have given up the chase.
As this realization struck him, Xu Yanxin suddenly understood that Chen Fei had intentionally lured Liang Zhongpu and Hong Yuanfeng out of Qinhai City.
If that was indeed the case, and Chen Fei had now reappeared alone, did that mean that Liang Zhongpu and Hong Yuanfeng had already been killed?
Two mid-stage Aperture tempering realm cultivators, one of whom was a senior elder of the Immortal Cloud Sword Sect, killed by Chen Fei? Someone who had broken through to the Aperture tempering realm in just three years, capable of such deeds?
Xu Yanxin’s face had turned deathly pale, and he sensed that Chen Fei was now less than a hundred meters behind him. The fear in his eyes was uncontrollable.
“Have mercy, don’t…”
Xu Yanxin shouted loudly, but before he could finish his sentence, a sharp sword light had already appeared behind him. Instinctively, Xu Yanxin turned to defend himself. In the next moment, an enormous force pressed down on his sword.
Xu Yanxin’s sword emitted a strained sound before rebounding and striking him in the chest.
Clothes, flesh, bones—everything shattered inch by inch..