Chapter 2130 2140
Chapter 2130 2140
Cold sweat beaded along Archie’s spine right outside the Martin Family base.
The man standing before him was none other than the Sword-Bearer Elder, Feng Lan!
As one of the absolute pinnacle figures of the Myriad Tribulation Star, he was a legendary god of slaughter whose name had once struck terror across the entire planet. Though he had kept a low profile in recent years and most people were beginning to forget his existence, his mere appearance—or even the mere mention of his name—still brought a heavy wave of dread, reminding everyone of the countless souls perished in his wake.
From Archie's perspective, Feng Lan was a complete and utter madman. No matter how low-key he acted nowadays, deep down, he was still insane.
And this madman had one absolute, untouchable taboo—the Empress!
Anyone within the high-end combat circles of the Myriad Tribulation Star knew that Feng Lan and the Empress hailed from the same sect. Feng Lan had pursued the Empress for many years; she was his ultimate forbidden zone, his absolute weakness. He tolerated not even the slightest criticism of her, let alone outright blasphemy.
In Archie's eyes, what Liam just said was no different from a death wish.
He didn't believe Liam could possibly match Feng Lan in a fight.
Yet, upon second thought, Liam himself seemed to be an absolute lunatic too. When he was only at the Saint-Tier Flame Decay level, he had openly jawed at the eight major factions in the underground palace and brazenly threatened Soul Hall.
A moment ago, he had shown ruthless decisiveness—striking the instant the word was given.
Of course, Archie had to admit that the excuse Liam had just cooked up was indeed the best possible play under the circumstances.
While refusing to let anyone inspect Elena might look like a guilty conscience to outsiders, it was undeniably a viable survival tactic.
After all, if they actually allowed an investigation, the truth would likely be exposed. By blocking it, they at least retained plausible deniability.
Even so, stopping Feng Lan was going to be an uphill battle. Archie felt certain that if Feng Lan decided to forcefully breach the perimeter, no one here could possibly stop him.
Standing atop the rampart, Liam stared down at the razor-sharp sword intent radiating from the Sword-Bearer Elder's body, a quiet sense of astonishment stirring within him.
Feng Lan was only exhibiting raw internal energy fluctuations without any hint of his unique trait surfacing. Clearly, he was another master like the Drunkard—someone capable of unleashing monstrous combat power without relying on a special trait.
His recent battle with Soul Hall had taught him a profound lesson!
One must never become overly dependent on their trait. A special ability should serve as an auxiliary tool rather than the primary means of offense; otherwise, the moment your trait was countered, you would find yourself in a terribly passive position.
The true foundation of the martial path was always martial arts itself.
Facing the Sword-Bearer Elder, Liam showed not a shred of fear. Standing tall on the city wall, he locked his burning gaze onto the old man.
"Kid!" Feng Lan's expression darkened. With a single stride, he closed the distance, instantly rocketing toward Liam's position.
A cold smirk crossed Liam's face. Surging internal energy erupted from his frame as he vaulted straight off the rampart wall.
Though both of their weapons were vibrating intensely in response to the battle intent, neither of them drew their blades yet—it seemed they both intended to test the waters with hand-to-hand combat first!
As the two figures collided in a flash of motion, an unfathomable, oppressive aura emanated from Feng Lan as he unleashed a crushing punch straight at Liam.
Liam sneered, roaring at the top of his lungs, "Desolate God Fist!"
The very instant the roar left his mouth, he abruptly swiveled his body sideways and lashed out with a vicious kick instead!
Boom!
Feng Lan froze, a flash of exasperation crossing his features. "What the hell—!"
As everyone knew, a leg possessed greater reach than an arm. Liam had shouted out the name of a fist technique just to throw him off, only to deliver a ruthless kick. Feng Lan realized something was wrong the micro-second it happened, but it was already too late to react. Liam's heel slammed squarely into his left arm. The terrifying internal energy and pressure exploded outward, sending Feng Lan hurtling backward like a cannonball.
It took a flurry of rapid footing adjustments for Feng Lan to finally stabilize his momentum. His face turned grim as he glared at Liam. "Cheap tricks!"
Liam didn't expect that single blow to inflict any real damage on Feng Lan anyway. In fact, he had already felt it firsthand—legends of such terrifying powerhouses weren't exaggerated; the man's raw physical strength and foundation were simply monstrous. If he had chosen to trade blows head-on with a direct punch, he might very well have ended up injured.
There was a genuine gap between Permanent-Tier powerhouses.
Furthermore, Feng Lan hadn't even activated his trait, nor had he drawn his signature sword.
In the distance, the pristine white sword strapped across Feng Lan's back was vibrating ever more violently. Even from where he stood, Liam could hear the sharp, continuous clatter of the blade shifting against its scabbard.