Chapter Fifty-Nine: Holding Back the Enemy

These words sent a chill through everyone present; it was clear the other party intended to kill them all to silence witnesses.

Though the Spirit Battle Pavilion did not concern itself with the life and death of students adventuring outside—primarily regarding vendettas among students—if an outside force deliberately slaughtered its students, it would be a grave crime.

"Xu Yan, Han Yan, hurry, go!" Chu Feng shouted, never turning his gaze, remaining vigilant toward the three before him.

"I won't leave," Xu Yan replied.

"Boss, we're not leaving either!" Han Yan and the others insisted.

"If you don't leave, how can I escape? Trust me, go now!" Chu Feng urged.

Feeling helpless, Chu Feng glanced at Sun Xuan, who stood not far away, and said, "Sun Xuan, please take them away first. I'll hold off these three."

Sun Xuan gritted her teeth, unwilling in her heart. She had always been shrouded in the halo of genius, never expecting that now her only option was to flee.

But reality had to be faced; these three were all fourth-tier Earth Spirit warriors, far beyond her ability to contend with.

Sun Xuan nodded and said, "Consider me owing you a life!" She immediately turned, leading the silver-clad boy and the other four toward Xu Yan and her companions.

On the other side, Yang Cheng watched all of this, a mocking expression on his face as he said, "No one is getting away. You’d best worry about yourself first!"

As Yang Cheng finished speaking, the Fire Spirit above his head erupted, flames surging around his body. He struck out with his palm, and in an instant, a roaring fire dragon flew straight at Chu Feng.

Chu Feng shouted, raising his sword to meet the attack.

The Domain Sword truly possessed an unstoppable force; with a swing, the fire dragon disintegrated.

Although Chu Feng's power now surpassed that of a third-tier Earth Spirit warrior, he was still somewhat weaker than his opponent; moreover, his physical strength could not completely counteract their spiritual power.

In that brief exchange, Chu Feng suffered intense recoil, forced back six steps, each leaving a deep imprint on the earth, and the hand holding his sword tingled with numbness.

As the fire dragon dispersed, roaring flames surrounded Chu Feng, seemingly intent on burning him to ashes.

Yet Chu Feng felt no heat; the Violet Battle Robe appeared stimulated, passively awakening and emitting a hazy purple glow, completely warding off the flames.

Chu Feng silently rejoiced; without this robe, he would likely have been burned to death, even if his enemy hadn’t killed him outright.

At that moment, Yang Cheng, Zhang Kuang, and Ding Ren saw the robe on Chu Feng and their eyes blazed with greed. None expected Chu Feng to possess such an extraordinary battle garment.

"Wearing such a robe is wasted on you. Better hand it over to me," Yang Cheng said.

Chu Feng's expression was grave. From their brief clash, he deeply felt the power of a fourth-tier Earth Spirit warrior. In a contest of strength alone, he stood no chance, and there were two others of the same level present.

Ignoring Yang Cheng, Chu Feng turned and shouted to Xu Yan and the others, "Why aren’t you leaving? Do you want me to die here?"

Xu Yan and her companions gazed at Chu Feng, unwilling in their hearts, but nodded. They knew staying would only drag him down.

"You meddle too much!" Yang Cheng sneered, launching another attack. His flaming palm struck directly at Chu Feng.

Chu Feng spun around, his heart leaping with joy; he hadn’t expected his opponent to dare approach so closely. In close combat, his mastery of swordsmanship might even severely wound his adversary.

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Chu Feng unleashed his movement technique, switching sword forms in a flash—sharp and precise—avoiding direct collision.

Chu Feng’s explosive power was astonishing, and in terms of attack speed, he surpassed his opponent.

After exchanging a dozen moves, Yang Cheng’s expression changed. He had never imagined Chu Feng's swordsmanship would be so fierce, far beyond his expectations.

He originally held the advantage, but in close combat, he was forced to shift from offense to defense.

Yang Cheng cursed inwardly; Chu Feng’s sword followed him like a shadow, so fast it was difficult to dodge, and the seemingly ordinary blade nearly pierced through his thick spiritual shield several times.

On the other side, Xu Yan and her companions felt relieved, and with Sun Xuan began to leave.

Ding Ren and Zhang Kuang would not allow this.

"Let’s deal with these nuisances first," Zhang Kuang said coldly, charging with Ding Ren toward Xu Yan and the others.

"Well come!" Chu Feng shouted, pushing his swordsmanship to the limit. With one strike, he left a wound on Yang Cheng’s shoulder. If Yang Cheng lacked years of battlefield experience, this exquisite blow would have killed him outright.

Yang Cheng, Zhang Kuang, and Ding Ren never expected Chu Feng’s swordsmanship could improve further. As Zhang Kuang and Ding Ren moved to intercept Xu Yan and the others, passing near Chu Feng, their hearts tightened as sword flashes assaulted them.

In close combat, Chu Feng was the undisputed king, though Zhang Kuang and Ding Ren were no easy prey. They jointly attacked, hoping to break through Chu Feng’s blockade.

Chu Feng would not let them pass. He had not used his full swordsmanship at first, hoping to lull them into carelessness, then fully engage them up close.

Facing two masters together, Chu Feng felt immense pressure, enduring a blow from Ding Ren. He roared, seemingly wild, refusing to yield, and with supreme swordsmanship forced Zhang Kuang and Ding Ren back toward Yang Cheng.

By then, Xu Yan, Sun Xuan, and the others had vanished. Chu Feng’s sole aim was to entangle the three and prevent them from advancing.

After forcing back the two, Chu Feng maintained his offensive, sword shadows enveloping all three, unwilling to give anyone a chance to break away.

Yang Cheng, Zhang Kuang, and Ding Ren, while dodging, grew pale and cold within. They had never imagined such exquisite swordsmanship existed; watching was one thing, facing it was another—its terror exceeded their imagination.

“How can someone incapable of spiritual transformation reach such heights? Is he about to create a miracle?” The three wondered in awe.

“Even if it is a miracle, I’ll bury it here!” Yang Cheng said coldly. “Forget those others; let’s finish him off together and see how long he can last!”

Yang Cheng made this decision out of caution toward Chu Feng. Even as fourth-tier Earth Spirit warriors, their explosive power was far inferior to his.

He worried that if Chu Feng abandoned all else to escape, he alone might not be able to stop him.

Zhang Kuang and Ding Ren realized this too, focusing their full powers.

With three fourth-tier Earth Spirit warriors united, even Chu Feng’s prowess in close combat could not relieve the mounting pressure; danger threatened at every turn.

Clashing, Chu Feng’s blood surged. After a dozen moves, he took a palm to the chest, spitting blood, and after further exchanges, suffered three more blows.

Thanks to his formidable physique and the extraordinary Violet Battle Robe, he avoided serious injury, but he was close to his limit.

He knew this could not last; another few hits would surely mean grave injury, perhaps even death.

Yet there was no time for hesitation. He only wished to buy time for Xu Yan and the others to escape; even if it meant taking more blows, he would not let anyone break free from the battle.

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Chu Feng, fearless and unyielding, had pushed his swordsmanship to its peak. Amidst this life-and-death struggle, his skill even transcended itself, though he no longer had the presence of mind to notice.

In truth, Yang Cheng, Zhang Kuang, and Ding Ren were increasingly alarmed; the longer they fought, the more they realized the terror of Chu Feng’s swordplay.

They knew that in close combat, Chu Feng held the advantage. They tried desperately to break away, but all attempts failed.

His sword was uncanny, ever-present, forcing them to fight, to dodge, with no chance to retreat. They believed that whoever tried to withdraw from the fight would be the first to die.

Despite their shock, they were not overly concerned; they believed Chu Feng’s state could not be sustained for long, and in the end, exhaustion would be his undoing.

After another bout, their predictions proved true; battered by repeated strikes, Chu Feng could no longer hold on.

Yang Cheng struck with his palm, sending Chu Feng flying.

At that moment, a white shadow swept in from the distance, catching Chu Feng. As the white-clad figure landed, Chu Feng stared in surprise, struggling to speak, "Instructor, why are you here?"

It was Xiao Yue. Back at the Spirit Battle Pavilion, after Old Yang’s warning, he felt uneasy. Since he had nothing else to do, he followed along, staying hidden all this time.

He had witnessed Chu Feng’s performance and was astonished. He had not expected Chu Feng to have grown so much, able to barely withstand three fourth-tier Earth Spirit warriors.

"If I hadn’t come, could you still return alive?" Xiao Yue said, secretly relieved he had followed, for otherwise the outcome would have been dire.

"How are you?" Xiao Yue asked.

"Not dead yet," Chu Feng replied.

Meanwhile, Yang Cheng and the others sensed Xiao Yue’s formidable aura, their pupils contracting, though none showed fear, as if everything was within their expectations.

Chu Feng noticed their calmness and felt uneasy. Suddenly, his expression changed, and he said to Xiao Yue, "This is bad. We need to go!"

"What’s the matter?" Xiao Yue asked, puzzled.

Chu Feng's face shifted. "These people were sent by Qin Shuhuai. It won’t be so simple—they must have anticipated your arrival."

Xiao Yue’s expression changed dramatically. If that was true, the danger was immense.

"Let’s go," Xiao Yue said. There was no time to think; whatever the case, retreating was best.

"Hahaha, since you’ve arrived, stay. I’ve been waiting for you!" Suddenly, a cold voice echoed nearby, chilling Xiao Yue and Chu Feng to the core.

In the next instant, Xiao Yue sensed mortal danger and immediately pushed Chu Feng away, dodging to the side.

Yet he still felt a sharp pain in his back—a longsword had already pierced through his right chest.

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