Chapter 529: The Emperor Is Wounded

The Silver Fox seemed oblivious to the “Emperor’s” actions. A layer of void-like heat boiled within its body, and the blood that had been flowing stopped without warning. A faint red glow appeared over the horrific wound on its chest and abdomen.
Only when it sensed the “Emperor’s” sword barrier forming in the air did the Silver Fox lift its head. With a single step, it seemed to have recovered most of its injuries in the span of a breath. It launched itself forward at astonishing speed, striking the “Emperor,” who was ten meters away, with several palm strikes from afar…
Silent until it strikes—then a stunning display!
The art of scorching red-flame palm strikes, combined with the speed of the 4th-level Golden Fist Set, was fully demonstrated by the Silver Fox. In an instant, everyone below the arena felt as though the eerie cold atmosphere on the stage had turned into a scorching desert! In that brief moment, the “Emperor’s” sword barrier was attacked by over a dozen palm strikes.
If it were ordinary palm strikes…
the “Emperor” would surely not fear them.
But the Red Flame Palm had the strange effect of evaporating internal energy. As the successive palm strikes hit the “Emperor,” more than a dozen holes appeared in his black sword barrier, greatly weakening its strength.
At the same time, the Silver Fox closed in, sending waves of intense heat his way!
The “Emperor” frowned! He changed the direction of his sword and swung it back!
On the arena, everyone saw a dazzling burst of black light. Without any gap, the Silver Fox was instantly swallowed by the black light, along with the Emperor. Below, everyone could only see darkness, with no trace of the Emperor or the Silver Fox!
But…
this scene lasted less than two seconds.
When the black light dissipated, there was one more person on the stage!
The Silver Fox appeared exhausted, shoulders slumped, looking utterly miserable. It was supported by a strange man, barely able to stand on the arena. Its once-invincible 4th-level Golden Set was riddled with bloodstained holes, completely losing its former glory.
The man supporting the Silver Fox raised his head. His neatly trimmed mustache gave him a friendly and gentle appearance, and his tone carried sincere admiration: “What an amazing swordsmanship! I wonder which master you learned from?”
The crowd below held their breath in silence:
“Lu Xiaofeng! It’s Lu Xiaofeng!!” Many recognized the man on the stage and exclaimed in shock.
But more people turned their attention to the Emperor.
He stared in astonishment at a palm print on his chest. On his black robe, there was a clearly visible, burned palm print.

“The First Emperor” slowly raised his eyes, fixing them on the silver fox in Lu Xiaofeng’s hands—looking extremely disheveled yet wearing a faint, grim smile. For the first time, he smiled happily: “Good!!” His loud voice carried an air of supreme dominance: “I never thought I underestimated you… Silver Fox! You’re the first to force me to use my fourth sword, and also the first to hurt me!” The silver fox barely forced out a ugly smile: “Heh, the ‘First Emperor’’s swordsmanship is truly extraordinary. No wonder Happy has been so obsessed with it. It’s a great honor for me to experience it today!” “Happy…” “The First Emperor” suddenly lost his smile, showing a hint of longing: “Happy is indeed a genius, with astonishing quick learning. He defeated Zhou Yu in just two moves—his strength exceeded my expectations. Don’t worry, I’ll wait for him at the Dragon and Tiger Arena to have a proper duel in front of all the heroes under heaven.” “A duel?” Hearing this, the silver fox’s expression changed: “Weren’t you two supposed to fight again in three months?” “That was a life-or-death duel. This time, we can have a thorough fight ahead of time. It won’t harm either of us, so why not?” The First Emperor smiled: “It seems you also think that current Happy isn’t my match.” “…” The silver fox fell silent. He had always held high hopes for Happy. But after fighting against the “First Emperor” just now, he suddenly realized that each of the “First Emperor”’s swords was more powerful than the last. Especially starting from the second sword, the sword light seemed to possess a soul—completely impossible to dodge. And the last sword… it contained multiple sword intents, with a power capable of destroying heaven and earth. If not for Lu Xiaofeng’s “Telepathic Finger,” the silver fox would likely have perished there. “I hope Happy can force me to use my fifth sword.” The silver fox didn’t need to answer—the “First Emperor” already knew the answer. With a slight smile, he sheathed his sword and left the arena without hesitation. From start to finish, Lu Xiaofeng was completely ignored by the two of them. Watching the First Emperor leave, Lu Xiaofeng wasn’t angry. Instead, he awkwardly touched his nose and murmured, “These young people these days… each one is more skilled than the last.” “Thank you, Senior Lu, for saving my life.” Only then did the silver fox remember he was hanging on someone else. He quickly bowed, but the movement caused pain, and he collapsed back onto the arena. Lu Xiaofeng quickly caught him and smiled gently: “That’s enough. You should be proud to have fought such a genius to this extent.”

After a pause, he added, “However, having been defeated by an ‘Emperor,’ you can no longer continue on this path of the fighting arena. The plaque has been destroyed. If you wish to try again, you’ll have to start over from the outer arenas. But given your injuries, it will take at least half an hour to recover. You’d better rest quietly for now.” With that, he helped the Silver Fox off the stage, threw her into a random tavern, and left without giving her another chance to thank him.

The Silver Fox rested in place for a while before suddenly remembering something. She stopped meditating, wrote a letter, and sent it off with a homing pigeon…

…

“Who’s next to step forward and challenge me?”

At that moment, Kai Xin had just arrived at the first arena on the path of the fighting arena. Yin Zhiping had just defeated one of the defenders there using his Quanzhen sword techniques and was in high spirits. He walked to the edge of the arena, holding his sword and challenging others to fight.

Kai Xin glanced at the middle-aged man below the arena and silently placed the wooden plaque with his name on it on the table before leaping onto the arena with a swift motion.

“Next, Kai Xin.”

It was only then that the announcement came from below, causing a stir among the crowd. Countless eyes focused on Kai Xin!

Yin Zhiping’s eyes lit up. “So it’s the recently famous descendant of the Murong family, Young Master Kai Xin. I’m Yin Zhiping from the Quanzhen Sect. I look forward to seeing your skills.”

“Please.”

Kai Xin pointed his long sword at the ground, adopting a ready stance with his sword fully extended, decisive and swift.

In terms of strength, Yin Zhiping should be superior to Chen Youliang.

But Kai Xin had an in-depth understanding of the Quanzhen sword techniques, each move etched firmly in his mind. As soon as he saw Yin Zhiping raise his hand, he knew the next move. With a calm expression, he swung his sword and countered at the same time as Yin Zhiping.

Clang! Clang!!

The sharp sounds of swords clashing continued nonstop. Kai Xin, contrary to his usual style, adopted a more aggressive fighting approach, targeting the weaknesses in the Quanzhen sword techniques and pressing forward with each move. Soon, Yin Zhiping was sweating profusely, retreating step by step until he reached the edge of the arena.

Yin Zhiping feinted with a sword strike, then flipped like a falcon, trying to return to the center of the arena. But Kai Xin was quick-witted—his sword cut through the air, blocking Yin Zhiping mid-air. With a swift kick, he sent him flying off the arena. “Your move!”