Chapter 297 - 205: King Meets King, The Salted Fish’s Finale

Chapter 297: Chapter 205: King Meets King, The Salted Fish’s Finale

Yu Fei hadn’t expected this outcome. He thought victory was in his grasp, but in the blink of an eye, he was the last man standing for the Yulin Army.

Similarly, Feng Hua hadn’t expected it either. What was supposed to be a fun match to uphold the Shenhan upperclassman spirit and show some care for the underclassmen had turned into such a rout that she’d been beaten senseless.

Unexpected events often arise from a lack of information.

Yu Fei, having succeeded repeatedly, had subconsciously overlooked Feng Hua’s strength as last year’s Silver Prodigy.

Feng Hua, for her part, never imagined a monster of a freshman like this would appear—one who left her utterly helpless.

Right now, Feng Hua stood on the mountaintop, her pretty cheeks stained with a few specks of blood. She had eliminated the members of the Yulin Army in close combat; of course she’d be stained with blood.

Seeing the mix of anger and grief on Yu Fei’s face, Feng Hua couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction.

But when her gaze shifted to her own teammates scattered at the foot of the mountain, she too was struck by an inexplicable sorrow.

Today’s exercise would surely leave a thick, dark mark on Shenhan’s school history, and her image would certainly not be a glorious one.

A sophomore fighting a freshman, only to be turned into a commander with no troops—this was likely a first in history. But even so, she would defeat him.

Feng Hua took a step forward, her longsword pointed diagonally downwards, and spoke to Yu Fei with great solemnity.

"Sophomore, captain of the Salted Fish Assault Team, Feng Hua!"

She spoke the name "Salted Fish Assault Team" with solemnity, without any of the usual embarrassment it might cause. Yu Fei didn’t laugh; he couldn’t. Although he had defeated many of the sophomore upperclassmen, their fighting spirit was worthy of respect.

Yu Fei held the Name-Cutting Sword in both hands, horizontal at his right side, and stated his own name with equal seriousness.

"Freshman, Lord of the Yulin Army, Yu Fei!"

At this point, more words were useless.

Feng Hua’s teammates were all eliminated, and Yu Fei’s side was not much better off. This was a battle he could not evade, and long-range sniping was ineffective against Feng Hua.

Yu Fei silently marked Feng Hua. This was the first time he had preemptively used his marking function without being certain of victory.

The night wind stirred gently, revealing a palpable killing intent.

From that brief glimpse earlier, Feng Hua’s speed was extreme. It wasn’t just the speed of a Body Technique, but a comprehensive quickness.

He couldn’t help but think of the speed boost the [Electric Arm] gave to his own arms.

The perception of malice from [Insight] made him understand Feng Hua’s intense hatred for him. It was a malice that wanted to run him through with a single strike. A stinging sensation pricked at all the vital points on his body, which meant Feng Hua had the ability to open up a dozen holes in him in an instant.

Yu Fei’s fighting spirit soared. Feng Hua was the strongest person he had encountered since he began his martial arts training.

BOOM...

The artillery fire in the distance hadn’t stopped. No one had told Qin Hao that their part of the battle was over, so he was still firing away.

The cannon fire was like a war drum. Feng Hua, her body blazing with silver flames, charged like a bolt of lightning.

Yu Fei’s pupils shrank. Even with his reaction speed boosted fifteen times by his divine power, Feng Hua’s extreme velocity did not escape his control. She wasn’t charging in a straight line, but in a tight zigzag pattern.

She moved like a dancer, and when they were less than five meters apart, she actually accelerated again, entering the range of Yu Fei’s Divine Sense.

’No wonder Jiang Nianwei and the others couldn’t even last a single exchange,’ Yu Fei sighed internally. ’At such a terrifying, extreme speed, they were probably cut down by a single strike before they could even react.’

Feng Hua’s fighting style was similar to his own: extremely fast, efficient, and lethal.

Facing the lightning-fast longsword, Yu Fei stood his ground. He gripped the [Name-Cutting Sword] with both hands. Using the momentum of a light sword, combining it with the triple arm speed from [Electric Arm], and with the greatsword enhanced by its sturdiness trait, he suddenly swung down with incredible speed.

The sword descended as if the sky were falling. It seemed slow but was actually fast, and in an instant, his late attack arrived first, aiming to cut Feng Hua in half at the waist.

The damage prediction of [Insight], the 15x neural reaction speed from [Fleeting Moment], and his Grandmaster-level Divine Sense combined into a trinity of perceptive abilities, giving Yu Fei every advantage in battle.

With the Name-Cutting Sword in hand, in a pure battle of martial techniques, Yu Fei did not fear even a Gang Qi Martial Artist.

Feng Hua had thought this strike would be no different from the others. Even if Yu Fei had defeated Hengji head-on, it only proved that his attacks were powerful.

After three and a half years of cultivating the martial way, she feared no one in close-quarters combat.

To her, ordinary people’s attacks were simply too slow. Combat had always been a simple matter for her. On the contrary, what gave her the most headaches were all the various unorthodox tricks and schemes.

In her eyes, Yu Fei was extremely difficult to deal with because he had too many tricks up his sleeve, and the intensity with which he had developed each ability was very high.

But in a head-on martial battle... to be honest, it wasn’t that she looked down on Yu Fei. It was just that she considered everyone else to be trash.

As expected, when she charged in front of Yu Fei and was about to stab down with her sword as usual, she suddenly saw his incredibly sharp and lively eyes. Those were not the eyes of a lamb waiting for slaughter, but the triumphant gaze of a hunter.

That greatsword was like a fang, hidden for a long time, that had perfectly locked onto the critical point in the flow of her qi. It swung down with boundless killing intent!

CLANG!

At the last possible moment, Feng Hua retracted her sword to block the massive blade. She met the blow with a soft force, deflecting the fatal threat, but was sent flying by the immense Qi Jin and power behind the strike.

BANG!

Feng Hua shattered a large rock behind her with one foot to stabilize herself, then reached up to wipe the trace of blood from the corner of her mouth.

"You... are very strong!"

Feng Hua’s eyes instantly grew fervent. This wasn’t admiration, but the thrill of a hunter finding worthy prey.

For the first time, she saw the traits of a kindred spirit in an underclassman. No, Yu Fei was even a little stronger than her.

The brilliant silver flames erupted. Feng Hua’s speed skyrocketed to its absolute limit, becoming a phantom-like streak of white light that circled Yu Fei, attacking relentlessly. The sound of metal on metal was incessant, like a passionate piano concerto.

Sparks flew everywhere. In the end, Yu Fei even gave up on infusing his attacks with Inner Qi, choosing instead to fight back with pure strength.