CHAPTER 47: CHAPTER 47: SECOND ONLY TO ONE, ABOVE ALL OTHERS!

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"Soul Hooking Silver Claws..."

Luo Feng’s gaze fell on the sharp claws on Su Laohu’s hands, his eyes darkening.

Now he finally understood the strange feeling he had just experienced. Su Laohu’s weapon was a perfect match for the wounds on Ji Wuyue!

"So, it was you who hurt our instructor! I was wondering where to find you, but I never thought you’d deliver yourself to my doorstep! I’ve searched high and low for you, only for you to deliver yourself to my doorstep! Talk about an effortless gain after a long search!"

This kid...

Su Laohu looked at Luo Feng, slightly taken aback.

He had initially thought that revealing his name would scare Luo Feng out of his wits. He had encountered students from the four major academies before, and without exception, their expressions changed drastically upon hearing he was the Night Tiger.

However, Luo Feng’s reaction was beyond his expectations.

Raising an eyebrow, Su Laohu crossed his arms, looked at Luo Feng, and sneered, "Judging by the look in your eyes, don’t tell me you’re thinking of avenging that useless instructor of yours?"

"Useless?" Luo Feng’s eyebrow twitched.

"Hahaha... He was clearly at the peak of the Sixth Level God Bravery Realm, yet he nearly died at my hands. Isn’t such a person useless?" Su Laohu laughed heartily.

Luo Feng’s eyes narrowed slightly, and he said coldly, "A mere rat who only knows how to launch sneak attacks actually has the audacity to shamelessly call others useless! If you were to face the instructor in a direct confrontation, I doubt you could withstand a single blow. Fine. Today, I will kill you, rat, in the instructor’s place!"

WHOOSH!

Before his words fully landed, Luo Feng’s figure flickered and he charged toward Su Laohu.

A fierce wind swirled around him, tearing the surrounding waist-high weeds to shreds.

"You want to kill me? You’re about eight hundred years too early for that, kid!" Su Laohu snorted coldly and also rushed towards Luo Feng, his demeanor exceedingly relaxed.

His cultivation was a notch higher than Luo Feng’s. Moreover, based on his past experiences, these academy students possessed strength but had immature minds. They had never experienced true life-and-death battles, and in terms of experience, they couldn’t hope to match him!

Su Laohu had once killed a Wanluo School student whose cultivation surpassed his own, so he certainly didn’t take Luo Feng seriously at this moment.

"Crescent Moon Claw!"

Su Laohu pounced in front of Luo Feng and let out a low roar. His claws suddenly converged, striking at Luo Feng from both left and right. The sharp claws, glinting with a cold light, drew out an arc like a waning moon.

WHOOSH!

Luo Feng shot a frosty glance at Su Laohu and, pushing his Sky Slayer Saber Technique to its limits, slashed at Su Laohu!

BOOM!

The moment the Tiger Soul Saber slashed out, an invisible pressure radiated from Luo Feng. The sky, which had been bright moments ago, seemed to dim, and the surrounding grass and trees trembled violently.

"What is this..."

Su Laohu, who had been so fiercely aggressive just moments before, saw his expression change drastically. He stared at Luo Feng in horror.

In his eyes, Luo Feng suddenly seemed incredibly tall, feet planted on the earth, head supporting the heavens, as if he had transformed into an ancient, ferocious beast, bearing down on him with boundless Evil Qi!

"Just what are you..."

Cold sweat trickled down Su Laohu’s forehead as he stared at Luo Feng in astonishment. The aura emanating from Luo Feng was not that of a Martial Artist merely at the early stage of the Sixth Level God Bravery Realm; it surpassed even those at the peak of the Sixth Level God Bravery Realm!

"Die!"

Luo Feng paid him no heed. Looking at Su Laohu, he uttered a single cold word and brought his saber down!

The saber’s edge condensed into a cold gleam that seemed to cover the entire sky, and a bone-chilling aura spread out infinitely.

"Damn it!"

Feeling the marrow-deep chill from the saber’s edge, Su Laohu gritted his teeth and hurriedly crossed his claws in front of his chest, preparing to receive Luo Feng’s strike.

CRACK!

As the saber struck, a chaotic noise erupted, as if something had shattered. Amidst the swirling dust, a bloodcurdling scream was heard. Su Laohu spat blood and was sent flying, crashing heavily to the ground dozens of meters away, his clothes ripped to shreds, presenting a thoroughly wretched sight.

With just one slash, not only was Su Laohu’s Crescent Claw Technique broken, but he himself was injured. His prized Soul Hooking Silver Claws now bore a large gash torn into them by the Tiger Soul Saber.

Luo Feng’s Sky Slayer Saber Technique had already demonstrated its might when he faced Lu Han, the top student among Wanluo School’s reinforcements.

At that time, Luo Feng’s strength was merely at the peak of the Fifth Level Iron Bone Realm. After using the Earth Flame Pill and Jade Iron Juice, his cultivation had advanced to the early Sixth Level God Bravery Realm! Consequently, the power of his Sky Slayer Saber Technique had naturally surged.

Moreover, the Sky Slayer Saber Technique was inherently a Saber Technique that gathered momentum. Combined with Luo Feng’s formidable Soul Power, it was a uniquely advantageous pairing, its might even more perfected.

With such power, let alone Su Laohu, who was only at the mid-Sixth Level God Bravery Realm, even a master at the late-Sixth Level God Bravery Realm could not have withstood it!

THUD. THUD. THUD.

After repelling Su Laohu with a single strike, Luo Feng slung the Tiger Soul Saber onto his shoulder and walked towards Su Laohu step by step.

With each step he took, his aura intensified, exerting immense pressure.

Su Laohu struggled up from the ground. Facing the approaching Luo Feng, cold sweat trickled down his forehead, his eyes filled with terror.

"Kid, don’t think this is over! We’ll meet again!"

Finally unable to withstand the mountain-like pressure, Su Laohu roared, activated his Light Martial Arts, and prepared to flee into the distance.

WHOOSH!

His Light Martial Arts were extremely profound; with just a light tap of his toes on a blade of grass, his body shot out like an arrow, incredibly fast!

I didn’t expect a moment of carelessness to nearly cost me my life!

However, I’ve roamed the Jianghu for so many years; wouldn’t I have a few trump cards? Rumor has it that my, Night Tiger’s, Crescent Claw Technique is extraordinarily formidable. What they don’t know, however, is that my greatest strength isn’t my Claw Technique, but my Qinggong!

As Su Laohu sprinted across the grass, he wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, sighing inwardly with relief.

The Qinggong he cultivated was called Flying on Grass. It was a Yellow Grade, High-Rank Martial Art, which he had discovered on the corpse of an unknown Martial Artist at the same time as the Crescent Claw Technique.

Flying on Grass, as the name implied, allowed one to run freely over treetops and blades of grass upon reaching Great Accomplishment—it was quite profound.

Although Su Laohu had only cultivated Flying on Grass to Small Success, his speed was already extremely fast, and his Qinggong was rarely matched by Martial Artists of the same realm.

Hmph, I, Night Tiger, have run rampant all my life, yet today I stumbled at the hands of a mere brat! I won’t let this grudge go. Once I’ve recovered from my injuries, I’ll take your life sooner or later!

Su Laohu’s gaze was grim. He glanced back and froze.

The wilderness offered an expansive view, yet there was no sign of Luo Feng behind him.

"Night Tiger, are you looking for me?"

As Night Tiger was still reeling in bewildered surprise, a voice suddenly sounded, making his heart leap.

CREAK... CREAK... CREAK...

Su Laohu rigidly turned his head. When he saw the clear sight before him, his face instantly turned deathly pale, and large beads of cold sweat rolled incessantly down his forehead.

Luo Feng stood about ten meters in front of him, the nearly man-high Tiger Soul Saber resting on his shoulder, a blade of grass dangling from his lips. His expression was leisurely, as if he had been standing there for some time.

"When did you..."

Su Laohu stared at Luo Feng as if he had seen a ghost, his dry voice trembling too much to form coherent words.

Luo Feng spat out the blade of grass, looked at the trembling Su Laohu, and smiled faintly. "You seem quite confident in your Qinggong. Coincidentally, the Martial Art I’m most proficient in is also Qinggong. How about we compare?"

WHOOSH! Luo Feng’s figure suddenly vanished. Su Laohu only saw a blur before Luo Feng was already standing three meters in front of him.

"Aaiiieee!"

Su Laohu cried out in terror, staggering back several steps and nearly falling to the ground.

"Trash! And you call yourself a tiger? I think you should change your name to Su Pussycat."

Luo Feng looked at Su Laohu and spat contemptuously.

GULP!

Su Laohu swallowed hard, his eyes filled with terror as he retreated, saying, "Luo Feng, don’t kill me! I can tell you who the mastermind is! It’s Li..."

WHOOSH!

A flash of the saber, and a head flew high into the air.

THUD!

The head landed heavily on the ground, rolled a few times, and came to a stop. Su Laohu’s dull eyes, filled with regret and astonishment, stared at his own body, which still stood in its original place.

"No need. Who else but Li Yuanhao would pay to have me and Ji Wuyue killed?"

Luo Feng gave Su Laohu’s corpse a cold glance, then looked back towards the Purple Sun School and sneered, "Li Yuanhao, I never thought you’d want me and the instructor dead over such a trivial matter! Enjoy your comfortable days while they last. Once I return from Panlong City, it will be your doom!"

Luo Feng withdrew his gaze and looked at Su Laohu’s body.

Su Laohu had run rampant in the Qingfeng Town area for over a decade, murdering, plundering, stopping at nothing. Such a notorious figure of the Jianghu would certainly possess great wealth!

Many academy disciples enjoyed hunting such Jianghu experts. This was because, if luck was on their side, it was possible for a nobody to turn their fortunes around and become rich overnight.

After searching Su Laohu’s entire body, Luo Feng’s eyes lit up a moment later when he found a brocade pouch on Su Laohu’s chest.

Su Laohu had kept this brocade pouch close to his body; clearly, he valued it greatly.

Good heavens! Who knows how many evil deeds this guy committed to amass so much money!

Luo Feng opened the brocade pouch and took a look, unable to stop himself from licking his lips.

The pouch was densely packed with gold notes, which he roughly estimated to be worth nearly a million taels of silver!

The Luo Family, one of the four great families of Dayang City, had an annual profit of merely two to three hundred thousand taels of silver. Furthermore, after deducting the family’s enormous expenses, not much silver could be saved each year. This sum of nearly one million taels was truly a colossal fortune!

No wonder the saying goes: ’Building bridges and paving roads leads to a frozen corpse; murder and arson lead to a golden belt!’ An ordinary family might toil for a year to earn a few hundred taels of silver, yet these Jianghu experts possess such vast sums. However, the cycle of the Heavenly Dao is unfailing in its retribution. No matter how great the wealth, one needs sufficient strength to protect it; otherwise, it merely becomes spoils for others.

Luo Feng quickly calmed down from the excitement of the unexpected windfall.

As long as one has enough strength, what’s a mere million taels of silver? Even ten million taels would be nothing.

Legend had it that if one entered the Golden Palace and became an official Disciple, they would be enfeoffed by the dynasty upon leaving, becoming at least a high-ranking official!

At that status, a million taels of silver would be but a drop in the ocean. This was why all Martial Artists desperately wished to enter the Golden Palace.

If one could advance further and step into a Martial Arts sacred land, that would be a true leap to the heavens!

Luo Feng had once heard that any Disciple from one of the Canglang Dynasty’s three great Martial Arts sacred lands, upon entering service within the dynasty, was qualified to become a feudal lord!

A feudal lord!

Second only to one, ruling over tens of thousands—what a glorious existence that would be!