A massive blade light erupted around Luo Feng, its sharp aura radiating outwards. The surrounding air was sliced apart like rippling water, and the Yuan Qi of heaven and earth swirled chaotically.

In everyone's eyes, Luo Feng had transformed into an insurmountable mountain of blades, so sharp he seemed unstoppable. An overwhelming thought that he could not be resisted welled up uncontrollably in their hearts.

"This is the Grand Momentum he has comprehended!"

Qin Huan's expression shifted subtly.

The power of Luo Feng's Grand Momentum astonished him. Its mere presence was enough to make him feel as if he couldn't possibly match it.

"Hmph! How could I feel this way? Absurd!"

Qin Huan banished his distracting thoughts, let out a sharp cry, and immediately attacked.

Luo Feng's aura was overwhelmingly powerful. Qin Huan worried that if he delayed any longer, he might even lose the courage to make a move.

If a Swordsman lost his edge, he had already lost a significant part of the battle.

"Thousands of Light Golden Sword!"

The golden light on the sword's edge blazed, dyeing half the sky a brilliant gold. The thick Sword Qi instantly fragmented into myriad strands, each carrying an intent realm that sought to shred everything, as they surged towards Luo Feng.

SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! SWISH!

A sharp, piercing sound rang out as the air was torn. Wherever the golden light passed, the sturdy purple bamboo was instantly riddled with holes, and the ground itself was scraped bare by the sharp Sword Qi.

"Quick, fall back! That's the killing move, Thousands of Light Golden Sword, from the Falling Maple Swordsmanship! The Sword Qi splits into thousands; wherever it passes, not a blade of grass remains. It's incredibly ruthless!"

Discerning students recognized the Swordsmanship Qin Huan was using and hastily retreated, terrified of being caught in the sharp Sword Qi.

"Let's see how you defend this!"

In a fit of rage, Qin Huan unleashed his full power from the outset. The golden sword light covered an area of several dozen yards, and the sharp Sword Qi was omnipresent, swarming Luo Feng like locusts.

He Qin, standing by the side, couldn't help but frown at this moment.

Falling Maple Swordsmanship and Invisible Sword Technique both belonged to the Fast Sword lineage. In terms of sheer killing power, Falling Maple Swordsmanship was even fiercer than Invisible Sword Technique.

Qin Huan's Sword Qi could envelop a radius of ten zhang, indicating he had reached an extremely high level of mastery. Even she wasn't confident she could escape unscathed if caught within it.

Faced with the whistling Sword Qi, Luo Feng's eyes narrowed slightly.

"Decisive action, not bad," Luo Feng said, nodding at Qin Huan.

The opponent might be arrogant, but he indeed had the skill to back it up.

Qin Huan was an expert of quasi-Young Master level in the Red Maple Lead. Among the younger generation of Tianlan School, perhaps only He Qin could match him. If Luo Feng hadn't broken through to the mid-stage of the Eighth Level of the Hell Realm, he would have had to expend considerable effort to win.

Unfortunately for Qin Huan, Luo Feng's Cultivation had already reached the mid-stage of the Eighth Level of the Hell Realm, and his foundation was exceptionally stable.

With a cold smile, Luo Feng took a step forward with his left foot, his mind sinking into the Tiger Soul Saber, and then he slashed down.

RUMBLE!

The massive saber light suddenly retracted into Luo Feng's body, his aura peaking in an instant. His sharp gaze was almost tangible, transforming into saber lights that swept out to shred everything in all directions.

Everyone felt as if their minds had been seized. Their eyes stung, and their thoughts became sluggish.

SHING! SHING! SHING...

Under the immense pressure, almost everyone instinctively reached for their weapons.

"Huh, why did I draw my sword..."

"What's going on? My saber unsheathed on its own!"

Many Tianlan School students looked horrified, unsure why they had drawn their weapons.

SHLICK!

By the time everyone snapped back to their senses, a massive, pitch-black saber beam, three zhang long, had already slashed through the air towards Qin Huan.

This saber beam moved like a thunderbolt, carrying a mountain-like pressure, and in an instant, it plunged into the golden light.

Soundlessly, the vast golden light was split in two. All the golden Sword Qi was utterly shattered by the saber beam, vanishing like spring snow under a scorching sun, melting away without a trace.

RRRIP!

A black gleam flashed. The golden light curtain before Qin Huan was split in two. His sword was flung from his grasp, and the aftershock of the saber beam gashed his left shoulder, leaving a wound so deep the bone was visible.

PTOO!

He spat out a mouthful of fresh blood. Sent staggering back by the immense power within the saber beam, Qin Huan coughed up more blood with each step, swaying precariously.

"What a terrifying saber strike!"

After that single strike, an eerie silence fell over the area before someone finally couldn't help but exclaim in shock.

"Exactly! Qin Huan has the strength of a quasi-Young Master in the Red Maple Lead, a genius one in ten thousand, yet he couldn't even block a single strike from Luo Feng!"

"When Luo Feng struck with his saber just now, I felt a wave of razor-sharp energy flash through my mind, and I instinctively drew my sword! His aura has reached such an incredible level!"

"Yes. I'm afraid even in the Red Maple Lead, only the Four Great Young Masters could suppress him."

The surrounding crowd buzzed with discussion, their faces etched with shock.

SHINK!

He Qin slid her half-drawn sword back into its scabbard. Her beautiful eyes gazed at Luo Feng, the corners of her rosy lips curving slightly upwards.

She had clashed with Luo Feng before and knew better than anyone that his Grand Momentum was far beyond what it once was. Compared to the time of the New Talents Tournament, his progress was immeasurable.

His Grand Momentum has improved so much in such a short time! It seems it won't be long before he comprehends true Grand Momentum!

He Qin gazed at the proud, saber-wielding figure of the young man, taking a shallow breath as a peculiar glint flashed in her beautiful eyes.

"Impossible! How could I possibly lose to you with a single strike!"

Qin Huan's face was ghastly pale, his eyes fixed deadly on Luo Feng.

As an expert of quasi-Young Master level, he was outstanding in the Red Maple Lead and had rarely met his match, which was why he hadn't taken Luo Feng seriously.

Had Luo Feng used his Grand Momentum to gradually defeat him, he wouldn't have been so enraged.

But Qin Huan had never imagined it—one strike! With just a single strike, he had lost to Luo Feng, utterly powerless to retaliate!

HOO...

Luo Feng retracted his aura and exhaled slowly, calming the surging Yuan Qi in his chest. He walked over to Qin Huan and said with a cold sneer, "You lost to me, and you're still not convinced? How about another round? All three of you can come at me together."

In his fight with Qin Huan just now, he hadn't revealed his Cultivation at the mid-stage of the Eighth Level of the Hell Realm; he had merely pushed his Grand Momentum to its absolute limit.

If Qin Huan knew that Luo Feng still hadn't used his full strength, he would probably die of sheer anger on the spot.

PTOO!

Hearing Luo Feng's words, Qin Huan became agitated, spat out another mouthful of blood, and, unable to remain standing, slumped to one knee.

"Luo Feng!"

"Luo Feng! Well done!"

Seeing the dejected Qin Huan on the ground, a wave of cheers erupted from the crowd.

Qin Huan had repeatedly insulted the Four Great Academies of the Flowing Cloud Region. Now that Luo Feng had defeated him, it was as if a great injustice had been righted for them. Many students looked at Luo Feng with adoration gleaming in their eyes.

Qin Huan gnashed his teeth, his gaze fixed on Luo Feng, filled with venomous hatred and savagery.

He had made such bold claims earlier, only to be defeated by Luo Feng in a single strike. Today, he, the 'Smiling fox,' had utterly lost all face.

"Luo Feng, don't get too cocky! Your Grand Momentum is nothing special! Against the Four Great Young Masters of our Red Maple Lead, you're bound to lose!" Unwilling to lose face so completely, Qin Huan brought up the Four Great Young Masters of the Red Maple Lead, attempting to deflate Luo Feng's triumphant air.

"The Four Great Young Masters?" Luo Feng's eyes flashed.

He had heard of the reputation of the Red Maple Lead's Four Great Young Masters. These four were the most outstanding students from Changxin Academy and Red Maple School, their status similar to that of the Flowing Cloud Region's Four New Talents.

However, these four enjoyed an even greater reputation in the Jianghu. Every generation of the Four Great Young Masters possessed Cultivation at least at the mid-stage of the Eighth Level of the Hell Realm!

"That's right! Since you're so arrogant, do you dare to come to the Red Maple Lead and truly test your strength?"

Qin Huan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his gaze fixed provocatively on Luo Feng as he coldly spat out the challenge.

After calming down, Qin Huan replayed the fight in his mind. He realized his defeat was largely due to underestimating Luo Feng's strength. If he had another chance, he definitely wouldn't lose so miserably.

Looking at Qin Huan's savage expression, Luo Feng couldn't help but sneer inwardly.

The Four Great Young Masters were indeed formidable. But he, too, possessed Cultivation at the mid-stage of the Eighth Level of the Hell Realm. If they fought, the victor was still uncertain.

"Why wouldn't I dare!" Luo Feng declared resolutely after a moment's hesitation.

The recent exchange had caused the Yuan Qi from the Yuan Qi seed within him to be consumed much faster. Dueling with experts was clearly beneficial for his Cultivation. This trip to the Red Maple Lead was a rare opportunity.

"Worthy of being the Number One New Talent! Such courage! Then I'll be waiting for you in the Red Maple Lead!"

Qin Huan was overjoyed when Luo Feng agreed, a savage grin spreading across his face.

His elder brother was Qin Honglie, the Fiery Sun Young Master, one of the Four Great Young Masters! As long as Luo Feng dared to go to the Red Maple Lead, he would have his brother avenge him for today's humiliation!

Casting one last cold glance at Luo Feng, Qin Huan's gaze swept past He Qin, who stood nearby, the corner of his eye twitching violently. He then said to his two Ivy School companions, "Let's go!"

He had been defeated by Luo Feng with a single strike in front of everyone. He no longer had the face to stay at Yunlan Peak.

After Qin Huan left, the other students discussed amongst themselves for a while before also dispersing.

"Luo Feng, thank you for earlier." Once the others had departed, He Qin approached Luo Feng and thanked him.

Qin Huan's strength was comparable to hers. If Luo Feng hadn't intervened, she probably wouldn't have been able to save face today.

"There's no need for thanks. I also couldn't stand him slandering the Four Great Academies."

Luo Feng waved his hand dismissively and looked at He Qin. "You watched my duel with Qin Huan. Did you gain any insights?"

He Qin nodded lightly, then shook her head, "I feel like I've grasped something, but I can't put it into words."

"Luo Feng, is my aptitude too poor?" He Qin clenched her slender hands tightly, her snow-white teeth biting her lip, appearing extremely nervous.

"For Tianlan School's number one genius to say such a thing... that seems a bit inappropriate, doesn't it?" Luo Feng said with a derisive chuckle.

He Qin slowly exhaled, her beautiful eyes gazing at Luo Feng as she sighed softly, "Compared to you, I don't deserve to be called a genius at all."

Luo Feng shook his head and said straightforwardly, "There might not be a way for Grand Momentum, but perhaps I can help you comprehend Sword Intent."

"Oh?"

He Qin raised her head in astonishment, her expression tinged with disbelief. "You can help me comprehend Sword Intent?"

Luo Feng scratched his nose, correcting her, "I only said maybe. I'm not entirely sure if it will work, so don't get your hopes too high."

He Qin was stunned for a moment, then her spirits immediately lifted. "What do I need to do?"

Luo Feng didn't answer, a thoughtful expression in his eyes.

Although he could sense a trace of Sword Intent emanating from He Qin, how to help her fully awaken it was still a problem.

Recalling the sensation of the Sword Intent displayed by Cang Nanyue and Ji Wufa, Luo Feng's brow furrowed ever deeper.

"Luo Feng, if there's no way, then let's just forget it. There's no need to force things..." He Qin said slowly, watching Luo Feng's deeply furrowed brow. A desolate look touched her exquisite features as she sighed inwardly. Grand Momentum is ethereal, and Sword Intent is formless; how could they be so easy to comprehend? Even experts at the Spiritual Rotation Realm wouldn't dare claim they could help others comprehend Sword Intent. She hadn't held much hope to begin with.

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