CHAPTER 1419: CHAPTER 1468: MARTIAL ARTS UNDER HEAVEN ARE INVINCIBLE ONLY BY SPEED

The Great Elder was well aware of his plight; it wasn’t that he didn’t want to withdraw his sword, but his sword seemed suddenly glued to Li Yifei’s branch, making it impossible to tear apart. To stop, he had to let go, or he’d be dragged around by Li Yifei.

Li Yifei spun faster and faster, as if there was a gale whipping up on the spot. He spun in place, while the Great Elder suffered; in less than half a minute, he felt his stamina being drained.

Though skilled in Martial Arts, he was old and hadn’t reached the Innate Realm. Therefore, in the end, it was all in vain. Dragged along by Li Yifei’s formidable strength, the Great Elder couldn’t catch his breath yet refused to let go of his sword - to a swordsman, the sword in hand is life and dignity, he couldn’t abandon it.

Others watched anxiously. Some elders wanted to step in and separate them, but before they could take action, the Great Elder kicked them away.

"Release the Great Elder! Let’s face him directly!" shouted the Fourth Elder.

Xu Shanshan was unhappy, mocking, "Seven of you against one, using swords, forming an array; you’re shameless, and yet you accuse us! Have some decency already?"

The Fourth Elder flushed with embarrassment, glared at Xu Shanshan, but said no more.

Amidst the high-speed spinning, Li Yifei’s eyesight and hearing remained unaffected. Hearing this, he responded, "You clowns, if you want to face me directly, I will entertain you!"

With these words, Li Yifei ceased his True Qi. The old man, the Great Elder, felt his hand loosen, the momentum diminished, but the abrupt deceleration made him lose control and he stumbled forward.

The surrounding people didn’t manage to catch him in time, and the Great Elder scraped his head against the hard concrete ground.

To describe it with a song, it was really rubbing, rubbing, along this slick surface. By the time he stopped, half of the Great Elder’s face was bloodied as though he had been in a car accident, prompting others to hurry over and lift the Great Elder up.

"Boss, Boss!"

"Are you okay, Boss!" shouted the other elders.

The Great Elder gasped for breath, rudely pushed away those holding him, wiped the blood from his face with his clothes. Only then did everyone see his bones exposed.

At such speed, rubbing one’s face against the concrete, it would be bizarre for the face to remain intact.

"You scoundrel!" Lin Fenglin felt a wave of heartache; the Great Elder, the oldest and most profoundly skilled, the backbone of The Seven Sons of Lin’s, was humiliated in such fashion, igniting a flame of anger within the Lin family.

"Form the array!" the Great Elder, bloodied eyes glaring at Li Yifei, raised his sword and shouted, prompting the other elders to instinctively assume their positions. "Seven Swords!"

Lin Fenglin halted, a worried mind settling. This Seven Swords was the Lin family’s ultimate move, never used in recent years, only deployed during confrontations with those Unparalleled Strongmen, which propelled the Lin family to top tier status. With this move out, Li Yifei surely couldn’t withstand it, Lin Fenglin thought.

Lin Sihao clenched his fists, as if this could boost The Seven Sons of Lin’s morale.

Xu Shanshan’s lips curved into a smile, thinking her brother-in-law was truly wicked, humiliating opponents this way was more effective than any words. Aren’t you the Lin family’s final trump card and reliance? Aren’t you confident in your strength? By directly humiliating you at your strongest point, see if you have anything to say.

With the Seven Swords unleashed, Li Yifei held a branch in one hand, his aura bursting forth instantly. The presence of an Innate Expert surged out, stronger than any aura of hostility.

Opposite, the originally fierce seven men had their expressions changed immediately. They hadn’t anticipated Li Yifei being so formidable, possibly surpassing the legendary realm, and they could no longer deny it as his aura erupted before them. Faces changing, the seven once stormed through the world in their youth, challenging various experts, yet the strongest they managed was a tie against two Innate Experts who hadn’t exerted their full strength.

Seeing Li Yifei suddenly becoming an Innate Expert, all seven felt a quiver in their hearts.

The Great Elder’s face was a bloody mess, his teeth clenched tight, eyes nearly bulging out. Witnessing Li Yifei instantly transform into an Innate Expert, he stomped his foot, shouted fiercely, "Seven Swords, transverse!"

This was a command to attack, the seven, partners for many years, reacted instantly, regaining their momentum.

Li Yifei’s expression slightly concentrated, his branch tracing arcs in the air, True Qi surging, as if blades were flying toward the seven through the air, causing their faces to sting.

Lin Fenglin’s eyes widened, seemingly dumbfounded, yet astonished. Li Yifei’s abrupt strength was felt more keenly by those outside the battlefield. A sudden massive pressure surged in the air, inspiring an impulse to submit and worship among these ordinary people. Lin Fenglin felt his legs trembling.

Lin Fenglin’s teeth chattered as he forced out a harsh voice: "Kill, kill him, all seven elders, do not hold back!"

The Lin family miscalculated. Li Yifei had become stronger, much stronger than all the previous captains of the Flying Hawk Squad. But this time the Lin family would never concede, Lin Fenglin wouldn’t, and neither would the seven elders. Lin Sihao even looked as if his eyes would pop out. If eyes could kill, he would have gouged them out and hurled them at Li Yifei long ago.

The mockery on the tall and thin and the short and fat one’s faces gradually faded, and both began to show a little seriousness.

The short and fat one cracked a smile and said in a deep voice, "It seems I was wrong. Li Yifei is truly of the Innate Realm, not just putting on a show."

The tall and thin one nodded and replied, "Two against one, it’s no cause for concern!"

The short and fat one chuckled and nodded in agreement with the tall one.

The decisive battle was about to erupt. The Seven Sons of Lin’s plummeted from heaven to earth. The seven had thought that against a Postnatal Expert, victory was assured. No matter how strong Li Yifei was, he couldn’t be stronger than those of the Innate Realm. The seven had even fought to a draw against experts of that level, so naturally, they wouldn’t take Li Yifei seriously.

This was something the Lin family had calculated long ago. But who knew Li Yifei would suddenly become an Innate Expert. This was a slap in the face, a loud one at that. The seven had no choice but to fight hard, or risk losing everything.

The murderous intent and the might of the Innate Realm clashed. Li Yifei faced the seven, forcing their concentrated killing intent back upon them. The seven could wait no longer, the Seven Swords combined, simultaneously raising their swords and thrusting toward Li Yifei.

A tree branch lay across his chest, Li Yifei’s lips barely moved, suddenly launching a move to meet the seven swords.

Boom! The clash of True Qi and murderous intent exploded with a sound like thunder on a clear day. Li Yifei’s arm slightly bent, instantly halting the advance of the seven.

Even combined, the seven couldn’t push back Li Yifei at all. One should know, these seven had previously used this trick to push back an Innate Expert. Could it be that Li Yifei was even stronger than those two experts?

No, certainly not. Li Yifei knew the reason but wouldn’t tell the seven. Having taken their blow head-on, Li Yifei stepped out with butterfly steps, wielding the tree branch to thrust and stab continuously, while the seven counterattacked with overlapping sword moves, the sound of metal clashing ceaselessly.

"Triumph across the world!" The First Elder wiped the blood from his face, the intense pain driving him into frenzy. With a shout, the other six immediately executed this move.

Li Yifei bent low, brandishing his sword, countering as his opponents attacked.

The sky is split, the earth is full of wonders. Li Yifei’s one sword became ten thousand swords, thrusting dozens of times in a second. Because he was so fast, these swords were manifested in reality. In just one second, he managed to thrust more swords than the seven combined.

More, and he held the advantage. More, and the opponents might not withstand it.

Yet Li Yifei didn’t just thrust for a second. Within ten seconds, Li Yifei thrust over a hundred swords, each strike carrying frightening power. Although doing this cost him much, it was all Li Yifei aimed to do at this moment.

He was so fast, the air whistled and hissed. So fast, to an ordinary person it seemed like Li Yifei was surrounded by swords. Despite his speed, Li Yifei remained unflustered, each strike calculated and aimed with purpose.

Also due to his speed, the seven within the sword array not only failed to gain the expected advantage, but were instead continuously assaulted by Li Yifei. Within mere ten seconds, their chests erupted with blood, every strike drew forth a spurt of blood.

Also because of that speed, those sprays of blood appeared almost simultaneous, or as if in slow motion, each vivid red blossom emerging from nothing, with a chilling hiss. To an ordinary onlooker, it was as if the seven were being struck by machine gun fire, their bodies trembling, with blood weaving in the air as if turning to mist.

Since it was night, despite the bright lights, it felt as though nothing could be seen clearly or truly noticed.

Li Yifei was still thrusting his sword, seemingly testing his limits, sparing no True Qi, each strike unrelenting while ignoring the ache in his arms.

Half a minute later, Li Yifei withdrew his hand, still standing there, his clothes unscathed. One hand was even behind his back, like a grandmaster in the movies, while the other still held onto the tree branch, tougher than a steel sword. Li Yifei paid no mind to the seven, instead lowering his gaze to the tree branch in his hand, which had endured countless trials.

Time seemed frozen, no one moved in or outside the scene, not even a breath was heard. Most were slack-jawed, astonished, shocked, even petrified.

Lin Fenglin looked at the scene before him in a daze, sweat beading on his son Lin Sihao’s forehead. He didn’t know when it had appeared, just hanging there, unnoticed even by Lin Sihao himself. And at the moment, he wouldn’t wipe it away because he was already stunned. In his understanding of the world, how could someone be so fast? It wasn’t as if he was with a woman in bed, capable of twelve-second bursts; this was a contest of skills. To him, the seven elders in his family were already the strongest in the world. Although the tall and short ones beside him were strong, he hadn’t seen them in action.