Chapter 1251: Blades and Shadows Intertwined with Sweet Words, Chivalrous Hearts Entwined around the Painted Pavilion (Part 3)

The hidden weapon grazed past his shoulder, leaving intricate frost marks in the air it touched.

Shi Feiyang roared, his palms like blades, executing the “Blade Severing Heaven and Earth” from the Hundred Victories Saber Technique.

The interwoven golden and white sword energy surged like a furious sea, carrying the power to split mountains and crack rocks, straight at Liu Feng.

This strike concealed nine moves and thirty-six variations; even before the blade energy arrived, Liu Feng’s clothes were already slashed with multiple cracks.

Liu Feng’s face turned serious, his hands forming complex seals: “Thousand Waves Palm: Fury Tide!”

The seawater surrounding the Martial Arts Arena suddenly boiled, three water dragons as thick as barrels broke through the railing, carrying debris to annihilate Shi Feiyang.

Where the water dragons passed, the stone platform exploded with a loud bang, and splinters of wood froze into ice shards mid-air.

Shi Feiyang’s gaze sharpened, the Bright Jade Technique fully activated, his skin glisto-translucent, like white ice shrouded in a cold mist. He stepped forth with “Dragon’s Seven Steps,” each step leaving frost marks on the ground.

As the water dragons closed in, he clapped with both palms, blade energy mingling with cold air, forcibly splitting a water dragon in half.

The shattered water droplets froze into ice crystals in the sky, reflecting torchlight like a shower of colorful hail.

Liu Feng sensed danger, attempted to retreat but felt a powerful suction from the front. Shi Feiyang exercised the whirlpool suction power of the Bright Jade Technique, drawing all surrounding air into his palms. Liu Feng uncontrollably stumbled forward, fear flashing in his eyes: “You…”

Shi Feiyang’s left hand formed a claw, grasping Liu Feng’s wrist, the dreadful chill from True Qi penetrating the opponent’s heart meridian.

In an instant, frost formed on Liu Feng’s arm, spreading to his shoulder.

“Remember, those who offend the Central Plains, will be punished even if far!” Shi Feiyang’s right palm brushed past Liu Feng’s ribs, the sharp palm wind carving a deep wound to the bone. Blood gushed out but froze into blood ice upon contact with the cold air.

Liu Feng let out a miserable cry, flying backwards, heavily hitting the edge of the platform.

He struggled to rise, but found his limbs numb, helplessly watching Shi Feiyang slowly approach.

The chilling aura emanating from Shi Feiyang caused the surrounding temperature to plummet, covering the ground in a thin layer of ice.

“Thanks for the lesson.” Shi Feiyang withdrew his Inner Strength, the glow of the Bright Jade Technique gradually fading.

Ryukyu’s Prince Shangfeng excitedly stood up, clapping warmly.

The envoys of Glazed Island, however, turned ash-grey, clenching their fists in resentment. Liu Feng, blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, murmured: “Central Plains martial arts… truly live up to their name…”

The stands erupted in chaos, Ryukyu’s nobles whispering in shock, faces awash with amazement.

An elder minister in a luxurious brocade robe shakily stood, exclaiming: “Such divine skill, indeed unfathomable!”

The Princess breathed a sigh of relief, a happy smile unfolding: “State Preceptor, you were right, this Hero Shi is indeed formidable!”

“What superb skill!” Fusang’s Martial Arts Arena leader Hei Tian Longsheng clapped heartily, and a robust man in a white karate uniform with a black belt embroidered with golden chrysanthemum patterns stepped out from behind him.

“I am Matsubara Takeshi, willing to experience Central Plains martial arts with karate!” Matsubara Takeshi thundered, his palms clawing the ground fiercely.

The platform was struck into a spider web of cracks, debris shooting out like bullets.

Shi Feiyang waved his sleeve lightly, the air wave knocking down all the fragments. Matsubara Takeshi took advantage of the opportunity to close in, unleashing “Hundred Split Fist,” the punch shadows like a stormy pear blossom.

This scene made Ryukyu’s royal family tense again, Prince Shangfeng frowning, his eyes filled with worry. The Old State Preceptor, however, stroked his beard with a slight smile: “Do not worry, Prince, Hero Shi has not yet exerted his full power, let’s see how he responds.”

Shi Feiyang neither dodged nor avoided, with the Bright Jade Technique circulating, his skin became translucent and jade-like.

Matsubara Takeshi’s fist hit his chest but felt as if striking a wall of copper, the backlash numb his wrist.

Ryukyu’s Princess couldn’t help but cover her mouth, the Old State Preceptor lightly shook the turtle shell divination disc in his hand: “Grand Squad Leader Shi melds tough saber techniques with profound Yin Inner Strength, truly exquisite!”

“My turn.” Shi Feiyang launched both palms, the “Golden Dragon Claw” from the Hundred Victories Saber Technique gripped with golden afterimages. Matsubara Takeshi hurriedly exhibited “Iron Wall Enclosure,” interlacing his arms before his chest.

Yet Shi Feiyang’s palm force mixed with icy chill, Matsubara Takeshi felt his arms instantly go numb, being shocked to fly backward, heavily hitting the platform edge. Struggling up, his arms had turned purple with cold, blood spilling from his lips.

“Marvelous!” Prince Shangfeng excitedly slapped his thigh, “Such hardened skill, even Fusang Karate can’t handle it!” Ryukyu nobles on the stands cheered enthusiastically, applause like thunder. Fusang’s martial artists however, turned ashen, eyes full of reluctance.

“Tang Hand·Beichen One-Sword Style, here to seek instruction!” Fusang Blade Master from Beichen One-Slash Dojo slowly ascended the stage, his Tang Cross Saber sheath wrapped in talismans, the blade shimmering with eerie violet light.

Holding his sword with both hands, Beichen One-Slash Dojo’s tip pointed towards Shi Feiyang’s throat: “Central Plains people always say saber techniques are overbearing, today let you witness the true soul of the blade!”

With a flicker, Beichen One-Slash executed “Purple Lightning Flash,” the blade trailing violet lightning. On the stands, Ryukyu nobles cried out in surprise, ladies’ screams rising and falling. Prince Shangfeng’s face also turned serious, closely watching the knife and sword dance in the arena.

Shi Feiyang’s pupils contracted suddenly, the Bright Jade Technique fully activated, the cold air around him solidifying.

With a swift palm strike, the Hundred Victories Saber Technique merged with icy chill, forming a golden ice blade.

The two blades collided, erupting with a deafening roar, the platform trembled violently, wood chips flying everywhere.