Chapter 675: The Art of Swift Swordsmanship

Ximen Shu was only slightly shorter than Ye Feng, with a somewhat slender build and a very handsome appearance. Compared to Ye Feng, his temperament seemed darker, and combined with his cold expression, it was enough to captivate many women.

Even before Ye Feng rose to prominence, Ximen Shu had already been a top contender for the championship, and their battle indeed attracted many spectators. To many, this fight was like an early final.

Although Ye Feng knew Ximen Shu was not his match, he still had high expectations for him. More precisely, Ye Feng was interested in the swordsmanship prowess within Ximen Shu’s body and wanted to kill him to seize that power for himself. Ye Feng already possessed six types of swordsmanship prowess, needing three more—one of which was Ximen Shu’s Swift Swordsmanship—which made him value Ximen Shu greatly.

In Ximen Shu’s eyes, Ye Feng was undoubtedly his greatest enemy. He knew Lady Chun well; though he thought their relationship wasn’t deep, he was aware that she had an interest in him. Therefore, he felt no goodwill toward Ye Feng, who had killed Lady Chun, and even felt a hint of disgust. Yet he also knew Lady Chun’s strength—even with his own abilities, he might lose if he wasn’t careful. If Ye Feng could easily defeat her, it meant his strength far surpassed hers. So, he must be much stronger than Ximen Shu. But Ximen Shu wasn’t afraid—strength wasn’t absolute, and without a fight, no one could predict the outcome.

At the referee’s signal, both men politely bowed to each other from a distance.

As soon as they stood up straight, Ximen Shu moved. With a slight flick of his left thumb, his long sword emerged. In a flash, several phantom figures appeared, holding swords from different directions and attacking Ye Feng.

“Is this Swift Swordsmanship?” someone in the crowd couldn’t help but exclaim.

In the blink of an eye, without seeing any movement from Ximen Shu, over twenty figures flashed through the air, piercing Ye Feng’s body.

A few people grew puzzled, “How could Ye Feng not even last one round?”

Even people like Zhenzhu frowned, while only Long Tian and Luo Yan remained calm.

After a moment, a voice rang out from the arena, “Swift Swordsmanship is truly remarkable!”

Everyone turned toward the source of the voice—who else but Ye Feng?

By now, Ximen Shu’s twenty-plus phantom figures had dissipated, revealing his true form.

Ye Feng appeared unharmed behind Xi Men Shu, while the Ye Feng that had been pierced with over twenty holes had finally turned into a pile of sand. Only then did everyone realize that what Xi Men Shu had stabbed was merely a sand dummy.

“Hmph!” Xi Men Shu sneered coldly. His long sword moved again as he turned in a bizarre manner to attack Ye Feng once more.

This attack left many onlookers even more puzzled, because in their eyes, Xi Men Shu disappeared for a moment and reappeared right behind Ye Feng—it seemed as if he had jumped through space. However, some skilled observers could tell that it wasn’t due to spatial powers but rather speed. His speed was beyond what even starry realm warriors could track, which created this illusion. He went straight from the start to the end, with no visible process in between.

As everyone was astonished, Ye Feng’s voice rang out again, “Don’t you know your Fast Sword Art still has flaws?”

It wasn’t until this voice appeared that the Ye Feng that had been cut in half by Xi Men Shu’s sword finally turned into a handful of sand.

“Arrogant!” Xi Men Shu turned around and stared coldly at Ye Feng, seemingly waiting for him to finish speaking.

“Your sword is faster than you…” Ye Feng slowly uttered these words, “True Fast Sword Art requires the sword to be as fast as the person, so they become one.”

“You’re just bluffing. How can a person be as fast as a sword?” Xi Men Shu clearly knew the flaw in his argument but didn’t think it could be fixed.

“Just because you can’t do it doesn’t mean others can’t!” Ye Feng shook his head and smiled.

“Then I’ll see how you can outspeed my sword without using this dummy method.” As soon as Xi Men Shu finished speaking, his long sword thrust out rapidly again.

Everyone saw countless sword shadows overlapping and pouring forth continuously, yet they had no idea how many slashes he had made in less than a breath’s time.

Ye Feng was like a small boat adrift in a sea of swords, his figure drifting among those shadows, which was terrifying to watch.

Although it seemed like Ye Feng was strolling leisurely, the situation was actually full of danger. Until now, he hadn’t taken the initiative to attack but had chosen to keep dodging. Even in this sea of swords, he relied on wind-based speed powers and lightning-based agility powers to evade.

After a while, the sea of swords finally dissipated, and Ye Feng’s figure finally stabilized.

Everyone looked at him expectantly—unharmed… not even a single hair had been cut.

“How is this possible?” Xi Menshu’s face was filled with surprise. Though he couldn’t believe it, the truth was right before his eyes.
“I told you, your swordsmanship has flaws,” Ye Feng said, spreading his hands and sighing.
“How is that possible? My swordsmanship should be the strongest…” Xi Menshu murmured to himself.
“Hey, this divine skill of rapid swordsmanship is completely wasted on you. How about you take it out yourself and let me practice it? I promise I’ll use it better than you.” Ye Feng’s words shocked many spectators. After all, once a divine skill was taken out, one could no longer practice the same skill. These words were also a great insult.
Xi Menshu, who had always been proud, could hardly contain his anger after hearing Ye Feng’s words. His body even trembled slightly—not out of fear, but from rage.
After a moment, Ye Feng noticed that this guy’s aura was becoming increasingly violent, and even his eyes turned red.
Many spectators witnessed this scene as well.
“That Xi Menshu—his aura has even changed. It used to give off a cold feeling, but now it’s completely different, violent…” Although Zhu Zhen wasn’t very powerful, her significant improvement in strength had greatly enhanced her perception.
“That’s the Wild Swordsmanship!” Long Tian shook his head and laughed. “One of the rarer types among the nine swordsmanships. I guess Ye Feng will have to put in some effort this time…”
On the arena, Ye Feng, who was facing Xi Menshu head-on, immediately realized what had happened. Instead of being alarmed, he was delighted. “Heh heh, the Wild Swordsmanship divine skill—I’ll take it!”