Chapter 454 - 211: A Windless World
Chapter 454: Chapter 211: A Windless World
Before he met Fang Shuwen, Shen Qingfeng had held absolute confidence in Shi Wuya.
But now, standing face-to-face with Fang Shuwen, he suddenly felt that even Shi Wuya would face certain death if he were here.
"He won’t get away."
Fang Shuwen suddenly spoke, his tone deceptively kind.
"Don’t worry. You’ll all die here, intact. Not a single one of you will escape."
This was no comfort, of course, but a declaration.
Shen Qingfeng’s pupils constricted. As the words left his lips, Fang Shuwen was already in motion.
It was a fist that could seemingly tear heaven and earth asunder!
As the top master in the Night Rain Tower, second only to Shi Wuya, Shen Qingfeng’s reputation was well-earned.
His Martial Arts were so profound that even the Vice Tower Master couldn’t hope to compare.
And his Thirteen Swords of Clear Wind was a supreme technique!
Unfortunately, his previous twelve strikes had failed to so much as scratch Fang Shuwen, forcing him into a retreat.
Now, this fist from Fang Shuwen was one that would decide life and death.
But strangely, at this moment, Shen Qingfeng found he no longer cared so much about life or death.
’If death is inevitable, what’s the point in caring? It changes nothing.’
’If I don’t care about life and death, why should I care about victory or defeat?’
’With no life or death, no victory or defeat... why even draw my sword?’
But as that thought crossed his mind, he found his sword... had already left its scabbard.
The Thirteenth Sword of Clear Wind—Windless Heaven and Earth!
Unconcerned with life and death, he could advance without hesitation.
Unconcerned with victory or defeat, the very concept of openings became meaningless.
TING!!
A soft ring brought Shen Qingfeng back to his senses.
He looked at his sword, then at Fang Shuwen.
The tip of his blade was pressed against Fang Shuwen’s fist. Fang Shuwen’s expression was one of surprise and admiration.
"Excellent Swordsmanship!"
Fang Shuwen meant every word.
In that instant, Shen Qingfeng’s Swordsmanship had reached an unprecedented peak.
It was different from the style of Ye Wufeng from the Sword God Palace.
Ye Wufeng’s sword overwhelmed opponents with sheer power. His River of Sword Qi was magnificent and majestic. Though Ye Wufeng himself was a man of poor character, his Swordsmanship was grand and honorable.
But Shen Qingfeng’s strike followed a different path entirely.
It lacked that same grandeur, but it embodied the pinnacle of ’speed’ and ’dexterity’ in Swordsmanship.
Even Fang Shuwen had barely been able to track the path of his blade in that moment.
An ordinary person would have been run through and killed without ever realizing what had happened.
They wouldn’t see the strike, only its result.
But Fang Shuwen had seen it. It was a blur, but it was enough.
But a strike that even Fang Shuwen found blurry and difficult to track... just how fast was it?
Fang Shuwen didn’t know what had gone through Shen Qingfeng’s mind in that instant.
But he knew with certainty that Shen Qingfeng’s Swordsmanship had been nowhere near this level before.
’Could it be that in the crucible of life and death, one finds not only great terror, but also great opportunity?’
The thought flashed through his mind and was gone. Then came a series of sharp sounds. TINK TINK TINK, TINK TINK TINK!
Fang Shuwen’s fist wasn’t stopped by the blow. Even though this strike had elevated the art of technique to a whole new level, the gap between the two men was still too great.
Shen Qingfeng’s sword couldn’t pierce Fang Shuwen’s fist.
His Inner Strength was no match either. Fang Shuwen’s fist continued its advance, and in the process, the sword shattered inch by inch against his knuckles.
Finally, it struck Shen Qingfeng’s chest without any resistance.
Shen Qingfeng’s body convulsed. His shoulders buckled inward from the force, and a great gout of blood erupted from his back.
Immediately after, Fang Shuwen’s fist burst clean through his body.
This was the Eight-direction Burst from the Sea-Shaking Divine Fist. It focused the power of eight directions into a single point, then used that point to destroy a wider area... now that the point of impact was breached, the area around it naturally couldn’t hold.
Shen Qingfeng opened his mouth as if to speak, but in the next instant, the immense force erupted.
With a sound like tearing silk, Shen Qingfeng’s body was ripped to shreds.
A round object fell from the air and was caught by Fang Shuwen... it was Shen Qingfeng’s head.
"A pity. If you hadn’t run into me, you might have become a legend in the Jianghu yourself."
Fang Shuwen gently shook his head as he held the severed one.
At this point, all four Pavilion Masters were dead. Of the two Hall Masters, one was dead and the other had fled.
The remaining disciples of the Night Rain Tower exchanged glances, their morale utterly shattered.
Even Shen Qingfeng couldn’t withstand a single, simple punch from Fang Shuwen. How were they supposed to fight?
Over four thousand men had been reduced to less than a thousand. What did it matter if you were a master, a Pavilion Master, or a Hall Master? How were they any different from the common Raindrops and Rain Curtains?
None of them could withstand a single punch or kick from Fang Shuwen.
’Is there... any point in continuing this?’
Without a word, someone turned to flee.
Once one person ran, any shred of courage the others still possessed instantly vanished.
The rout was on. Fleeing was their only chance to live.
Fang Shuwen remained where he was, not giving chase.
Because they weren’t going anywhere.
Battle cries erupted from all directions. The fleeing Night Rain Tower disciples were beaten back before they could get far.
It was a motley group. Fang Shuwen’s glance took in people from Taixu Dao, Flying Star Hall, and even Yuqing Pavilion...
Their current location was relatively close to those three factions.
Of the three, however, Yuqing Pavilion was the farthest... yet they had sent the most people.
WHOOSH! With a sound of rushing air, a figure was thrown down in front of Fang Shuwen.
Fang Shuwen glanced down at the body just as a familiar, characteristically haughty voice spoke:
"I saw this one looking flustered, scared out of his wits and trying to escape... so I brought him back for you."
Fang Shuwen looked up to see a peerlessly beautiful woman striding through the Rain Curtain to stand before him.
Her almond eyes narrowed slightly, but she couldn’t completely hide the joy in them, despite her attempt to mask it with cold indifference.
A smile touched the corner of Fang Shuwen’s lips.
"Nicely done."