Chapter 250: 40 Consecutive Battles
"You’re asking for a beating!" the opponent said viciously.
He then raised his sword and charged at Chu Feng. The man’s aura was powerful, and his face was a mask of fury.
Seeing this, Chu Feng just sneered, his eyes filled with disdain.
’All I did was taunt him a little, and he’s already lost control of his anger. What’s the use of that? He’s destined for mediocrity.’
This made Chu Feng look down on the Chu Family’s so-called seclusion even more.
’After so many years in hiding, what’s the point if this is the temperament of the Chu Family’s descendants?’
To put it bluntly, the Chu Family called it "seclusion," but in reality, they were just scared stiff by the Qing Gang and the Tang Family. That was why they holed up here.
They had no contact with the outside world for decades. If the Chu Family hadn’t had some money from back in the day, they probably would have been too poor to even eat by now.
In fact, compared to other families, the Chu Family was now poor as a church mouse.
Compared to the Zhao Family, there was simply no competition.
The young disciples of the Zhao Family would leave the mountains in their twenties to take over the family’s assets.
But these disciples of the Chu Family were still stuck in this backwater place even at thirty.
Chu Feng drew the Heaven-Slaying Sword from his back. Without even unsheathing it, he swung it directly at the skinny man.
SMACK!
The scabbard struck the man hard across the cheek.
The Chu Family disciple who had boasted about dueling Chu Feng was knocked right off the training ground by the single blow from the scabbard.
He landed flat on his back, a pathetic sight to behold.
"Go, Bro! Get ’em!" Down below, Chu Hao saw this and shouted excitedly.
Beside him were Su Miaoke and Chu Qingqing.
"Is that all the strength you have? You can’t even stand steady. Aren’t you a little too frail?" Chu Feng watched this unfold with a mocking smile.
His smile was filled with ridicule, and when the young Chu Family disciples saw it, they were about to explode with rage.
This was an utter humiliation! He was going too far!
"Don’t get cocky! I’ll cut you down!" At that moment, a burly man roared. With a single leap, he landed steadily on the training ground.
The man was powerfully built with thick limbs, and he held a broadsword in his hands.
A single glance told you the sword was heavy—at least several dozen pounds. An ordinary person would probably be killed if they were hit by it.
Now, all the Chu Family disciples were glaring, their faces contorted with fury.
Chu Feng was being so arrogant that they couldn’t swallow this insult. They wished they could all rush up there and beat him to death.
But this was a training ground, and the rule was to fight one-on-one. Ganging up on him would be breaking the rules, so they could only grit their teeth in anger.
"You cur, you’ll die today!" the burly man roared, his eyes filled with ferocity.
Chu Feng looked at the big guy and just gave a cold smile. "You think you’re so great just because you’re big? Believe it or not, I can send you flying with just my scabbard!"
As soon as Chu Feng finished speaking, the burly man across from him flew into a rage.
Being looked down on like this made a furious fire surge within him.
"AARGH!" the opponent roared and charged forward.
Watching the big guy rush over, Chu Feng just shook his head with a look of resignation.
"Nothing but brute force," Chu Feng said.
The moment the words left his mouth, he swung the Heaven-Slaying Sword like a baseball bat.
BANG!
With one swing of the Heaven-Slaying Sword, the two-hundred-plus-pound behemoth was sent flying.
Just like the ones before him, he was knocked clean off the platform and passed out cold.
Chu Feng didn’t hold back against this one. He couldn’t help it; the guy was huge and had high resistance to attacks.
After taking down the big guy, the Chu Family disciples below weren’t shocked. Instead, they grew even more furious, and soon, someone else rushed up.
"Oh, another one," Chu Feng said with a smile.
"Kid, what’s your name? I don’t fight with nobodies," the opponent said arrogantly.
At this, Chu Feng, standing in the middle of the field with his Heaven-Slaying Sword, couldn’t help but laugh.
"Listen up. I’m your grandpa, Chu Feng!" Chu Feng declared arrogantly.
"You bastard, Chu Feng! You’re courting death!" The man’s expression hardened, and he charged forward.
This guy was much faster than the previous ones, and the speed of his sword strikes was incredibly tricky.
SWISH!
A sword thrust forward, its edge whistling through the air.
Chu Feng sidestepped and angled his Heaven-Slaying Sword to block.
CLANG!
With a dull ring, Chu Feng easily blocked the man’s strike.
But the man’s reaction was also swift. Seeing his strike blocked, he immediately changed his attack, flicking his sword sharply upward.
He aimed a slash directly at Chu Feng’s head. If it landed, Chu Feng’s head would be split in two.
The Taiqing Sword Technique!
Chu Feng smiled as he watched his opponent execute the Sword Technique.
Although he hadn’t practiced the Taiqing Sword Technique many times, he was familiar with it.
It generally leaned heavily toward offense, but its defensive capabilities were significantly weaker.
To put it simply, this Sword Technique was all about striking first to gain the upper hand.
As long as you killed your opponent with the first strike, it was over.
But if the opponent wasn’t killed, or if they found a weakness, then you were guaranteed to lose.
It was a Sword Technique that focused solely on attack, with no regard for defense.
"Now this is a little more interesting. Much stronger than the last few," Chu Feng said with a smile.
With that, he drew the Heaven-Slaying Sword from its scabbard. The moment the blade was free, the sharp hum of Sword Qi rang out.
CLANG!
Chu Feng executed a backhand strike, hitting his opponent’s blade.
A notch was instantly cut into the opponent’s sword.
The two began to exchange blows, and Chu Feng also used the Taiqing Sword Technique.
However, Chu Feng’s Taiqing Sword Technique was far superior; every single strike was incredibly sharp and fierce.
With each slash, his opponent simply couldn’t withstand the force. Either his arm would go numb from the impact, causing him to lose his grip, or he would nearly be sent flying by Chu Feng’s sword.
BANG!
After a few exchanges, Chu Feng found an opening and sent him flying with a blow from the flat of his blade.
Another one knocked off the platform.
Chu Feng had already won four matches in a row.
"So this is the younger generation of the Chu Family. Nothing special. Anyone else want a try?" Chu Feng said, his fighting spirit soaring as he scanned the crowd.
He was just getting warmed up; he hadn’t had nearly enough of a fight yet.
The young people of the Chu Family below were about to explode with rage. Chu Feng was simply too strong.
No matter who went up, they were certain to be sent flying.
But not going up wasn’t an option either. Chu Feng’s words were too infuriating, making them feel as if they were being slapped in the face, completely disgraced.
In the following hour, Chu Feng fought forty consecutive matches by himself.
All forty young members of the Chu Family, without exception, were defeated by Chu Feng’s hand.