"Feng Daoâs brows furrowed as the True Qi within him burst forth, dispelling the chill. He turned the blade of his treasured sword, causing the ice covering it to scatter in all directions."
"Ha!"
Feng Dao let out a thunderous shout, unleashing all his strength as he brandished his treasured sword, engaging Leng Ruobing in intense combat. His terrifying sword radiance relentlessly assaulted her.
Now that Feng Daoâs strength had broken through to the sixth level of the Saint Realm, his combat power had soared, matching that of a seventh-level Saint Realm powerhouse. Had he possessed this sixth-level strength earlier, it would have been Hechuan of the Beichen Ittoryu who would have lost.
Facing Feng Daoâs frenzied assault, Leng Ruobing continuously summoned her Ice Ability and True Qi to defend herself.
Despite being at the seventh level of the Saint Realm, Leng Ruobingâs foundation was unstable due to her rapid advancement, preventing her from fully harnessing the strength of that level.
Her actual combat abilities were only equivalent to the sixth level of the Saint Realm. If not for her Ice Ability bolstering her attack, she would have likely been defeated by now.
"Mad Demon Slash!"
Feng Dao roared, his eyes flashing with madness, as tremendous True Qi surged forth, coalescing into his sword. He swung down viciously as if sealing demons with the strike.
The fearsome momentum erupted, the terrifying sword radiance surged. His slash seemed to split heaven and earth, commanding awe-inspiring presence.
Members of the Special Security Bureau present were all stunned by Feng Daoâs daunting strike, their eyes filled with shock and fear.
Even Ye Luo felt concerned for Leng Ruobing, ready to step in to prevent her from getting hurt.
However, facing Feng Daoâs terrifying slash, Leng Ruobing showed no fear. Her hands shone brightly as she donned a pair of gloves that were crystal clear, emanating a bone-chilling coldness.
These gloves were the Ice Silkworm Gloves Ye Luo had obtained from the Treasure Pavilion of the Island Country Imperial Family, a mid-grade Spiritual Artifact.
With the Ice Silkworm Gloves on, Leng Ruobingâs aura became even stronger. Facing Feng Daoâs dreadful slash, she struck out with her hands, shattering the bladeâs radiance and catching the Heavy Blade, which weighed dozens of pounds, in her grasp. The gloves shimmered, completely deflecting the sharpness of the sword.
This scene shocked everyone, as they had not expected Leng Ruobing to withstand his strike, let alone catch it.
Freeze!
Leng Ruobing shouted abruptly, and streams of True Qi, fused with her Ice Ability, surged from her hands, swiftly coating the sword in a thick layer of ice.
The frost rapidly crept towards Feng Daoâs hands, freezing his arms solid in the blink of an eye.
Upon seeing this, Feng Daoâs pupils dilated, revealing a touch of madness.
"Break!"
Feng Dao roared, his hair standing on end as the True Qi in his body whirled into a frenzy. He released all his reserved power, shattering the ice on his hands. Clutching his sword, he hammered it down with ferocity.
Right then, Leng Ruobing felt an overwhelming force from his sword, like a dam-bursting flood crashing forth, obliterating her strength.
Thump, thump, thump!
Leng Ruobing stumbled backward uncontrollably, retreating seven or eight steps. Her complexion reddened slightly as the Blood Qi inside her boiled from the force of his attack.
Whoosh!
Feng Daoâs body moved, and he swung another slash with the force of a thousand jun at Leng Ruobing, fiercely chopping through the void and creating a huge rift while the air currents were completely dissipated by the knife wind.
This slash appeared even more formidable than the last; it seemed likely that even a martial artist of the Saint Realmâs seventh level wouldnât be able to withstand it.
The onlookers couldnât help but worry for Leng Ruobing, whose expression turned grave. She fluttered her hands, unleashing all her True Qi strength in an outburst.
With a booming sound, Leng Ruobing, wearing her Ice Silkworm gloves, managed to block Feng Daoâs strike once more, but she was shaken so much that she staggered back repeatedly, and blood trickled from the corner of her mouth.
Feng Dao too felt blood seep from the corner of his mouth due to the recoiling force. Nonetheless, he disregarded it and swung another mad slash, the insanity of his momentum chilling to the bone.
However, at that moment, Ye Luoâs figure flickered and he appeared in front of Leng Ruobing. With a single hand, he reached out and incredibly grasped Feng Daoâs Heavy Blade, rendering it immobile.
This scene left the audience stunned; they hadnât expected that Ye Luo could hold Feng Daoâs mystical iron saber with just one hand, especially since Feng Dao was well aware of the strength within his own slash.
Previously, Leng Ruobing had caught his blade with both hands; he knew she must have been wearing a Spiritual Artifact level pair of gloves to do so. But now, Ye Luo had caught his blade with his bare hand, and with only one hand at that.
Especially since once Ye Luo grasped his mystical iron saber, it was as if it had been encased in concrete, immobilizing the blade in his hand, which shocked Feng Dao to his core.
His pupils dilated as he stared at Ye Luo, a tinge of awe in his expression. Ye Luoâs previous punch had made clear to him the terror of Ye Luoâs strength, but now he felt Ye Luoâs formidable power even more acutely, quelling any desire he might have had to fight.
"Ruobing is no match for you, youâve won!"
Ye Luo said indifferently to Feng Dao and let go of the latterâs blade. Feng Dao sheathed his mystical iron saber and retreated several steps.
"Take this elixir!"
Ye Luo turned around, took out an elixir, and fed it into Leng Ruobingâs mouth. Regret flashed in her eyes.
"Iâm sorry, Iâve let you down!"
Leng Ruobing spoke with a guilty expression, feeling a sense of dejection, as after all, she had lost to a martial artist of the sixth level of the Saint Realm despite being at the seventh level, which naturally struck a blow to her confidence.
"Your strength has improved too quickly, and your foundation is unstable. You couldnât exert your full power, so donât think too much about it. Once you truly adapt to your current realm, your strength will be even greater. And even if you lost, I have a way for you to compete in the Qing List competition!"
Ye Luo said to Leng Ruobing.
"How is that possible?"
Leng Ruobing was somewhat astonished when she heard Ye Luo could help her join the Qing List competition, as it wasnât something open to just anyone. If she couldnât get a qualification from the Special Security Bureau, it would be very difficult for her to enter the competition.
"Donât worry, you should have confidence in your man. If I say Iâll do something, then I will certainly make it happen," Ye Luo said with a smile, his method being something that Ao Long had reminded him of.
Ao Long had told him that he could request the Snow Palace for a spot for Leng Ruobing to compete, given that the Snow Palace, as a super-first-rate force among Huaxiaâs Hidden Sects,
likely had more quotas for the Qing List competition than the Special Security Bureau. Considering his relationship with the elder of the Snow Palace, asking them for a competition spot for Leng Ruobing shouldnât be a problem.