"My Beloved Mistress (Walking with Love)" - Chapter 30: The Martial Arts Alliance Leader

Li Jing, the leader of Qingcheng Mountain, was extremely embarrassed at this moment. He knew that Ling Feng's words left him with no way to refuse, and no way to back down. This was what made his situation most awkward and painful.
Li Jing knew he couldn't ask Abbot Minghui for help in this battle, otherwise he would lose all face in the martial arts world.
Ling Feng's direct challenge left him with no way to avoid it. Knowing that this battle was inevitable, he decided to be straightforward and said, "Sect Leader Ling, what do you want? Let's draw up the terms. I, Li, will accept."
"Master Li and my Huashan are related by marriage after all. Your daughter is still a Huashan daughter-in-law. Qingcheng and Huashan still have some friendship."
Ling Feng drew his sword expressionlessly and said, "But people in the martial world spend their lives licking blood off the edge of a knife. What other choice do they have? Besides, Sect Leader Li and I both use swords. I have long wanted to experience the mysteries of the Qingcheng Sword Technique."
Today, Ling Feng not only intends to establish his authority at Mount Hua, but also throughout the entire martial arts world. Everything has two sides. The arrival of the leaders of all the major sects, while intended to suppress the momentum of the Mount Hua Sect and Ling Feng, might actually be fanning the flames, making the fire burn even brighter. And the first person Ling Feng will target is none other than Li Jing, who pleases no one.
Li Jing drew his sword and, without saying a word, slashed at Ling Feng.
In a battle between masters, the importance of striking first is well understood. Li Jing had never witnessed Ling Feng's swordsmanship, but the story of Ling Feng single-handedly defeating ten thousand men when the four great families besieged Mount Hua was known to all. Now that Ling Feng had returned to Mount Hua, his strength was naturally even greater. Facing Ling Feng, no one dared to be careless, so from the very first move, they all vied for the initiative.
Upon seeing their sect leader unleash this attack, the Qingcheng disciples behind him erupted in chaos. They realized that their leader's first move was one of the Qingcheng sect's most ferocious killing techniques, "Ten Thousand Miles of Flowing Sand"—a brutal attack utterly unbecoming of a sect leader. Moreover, although both were sect leaders, Li Jing was clearly of Ling Feng's father's generation. Such treatment of a junior by a senior was shameful even to the Qingcheng disciples!
Ling Feng sneered inwardly. The more proficient Li Jing's moves were, the more it showed he hadn't broken free from the limitations of his techniques and hadn't yet transcended the level of sword intent. What did Ling Feng have to fear? He immediately adopted a "body moves with will, intention follows the sword" approach, relying solely on his own sword to sense the direction and position of Li Jing's sword. Soon, Ling Feng realized that Li Jing's sword strike was nine feints and one real attack. The first nine strikes were merely to force him to change position, while the final strike, leaving him no way to dodge, was the true killing move.
Ling Feng laughed and said, "Is this all the skill Master Li has to offer?"
The longsword in his hand struck first, hitting the opponent's sword before the opponent could exert any force.
Ling Feng hadn't even used a fraction of his strength, yet Li Jing was forced back half a step by Ling Feng's sword. The difference in their strength was simply too great, though Li Jing was naturally unaware of it. Ling Feng didn't want to be too forceful, so he didn't intend to win with a single blow.
In a single move, Ling Feng gained the upper hand. This illustrates the difference between "sword technique" and "sword intent." Even if Li Jing and Ling Feng were of similar skill and equally proficient in swordsmanship, Li Jing, whose sword intent was far inferior to Ling Feng's, would still suffer a significant disadvantage against him. Moreover, their skill levels were not even comparable. Furthermore, Ling Feng's understanding of the sword had long surpassed sword techniques, sword intent, sword control, and the unity of man and sword, reaching a state of no sword at all.
Ling Feng smiled slightly, his longsword thrusting straight into the center, and just before reaching its end, he suddenly slashed out with two swords, one to the left and one to the right. Both swords seemed to be real moves, yet they also seemed to be feints.
Several older disciples from Mount Hua nearby excitedly shouted, "The Nine Swords of Dugu: Sword-Breaking Style!"
Li Jing, who could maintain his position as the leader of Qingcheng Sect, naturally possessed considerable skill. Seeing the profound nature of Ling Feng's swordplay, he quickly drew a semi-circle with his longsword. Although simple, this move effectively protected his upper body. Despite its conservative nature, Ling Feng had to admit that Li Jing's response was the best he could do in this situation.
Ling Feng snorted coldly. The mystery of the Dugu Nine Swords lies in its endless variations, creating a way out from the impossible. He immediately changed his sword from a slash to a close strike, flatly hitting the sword and using the force to propel it backward, aiming at Ling Feng's left cheek.
Ling Feng did not use internal energy or the Free and Unfettered Sword Technique, but instead used the pure Huashan School sword technique, in order to prove that the Huashan School sword technique was invincible in the world.
Li Jing quickly turned his head, but there was no way to dodge. He felt a chill by his ear, and half of his left ear was cut off.
Just as Ling Feng was about to strike again, a sword blocked his way. Ling Feng looked up and saw a Qingcheng Sect disciple who had risked his life to block Ling Feng's deadly sword strike. However, the true power in Ling Feng's sword was far beyond the disciple's ability to withstand, and he was immediately forced back five steps. The remaining Qingcheng Sect members then seemed to wake from a dream and rushed forward to form a circle, protecting their sect leader.
The young Qingcheng disciple stood guard in front of Li Jingqi with his sword drawn, displaying considerable courage. He said, "Today, I, Cui Danjie, will risk my life to prevent you from touching a single hair on my master's head."
Ling Feng looked at the young man before him and caught a hint of a smile in his eyes. Ling Feng nodded knowingly and said, "For someone your age to be able to withstand one of my sword strikes is already quite an achievement. I will not kill you. Quickly take your sect leader and get off the mountain."
Li Jing was not seriously injured and had already been helped up by his disciples. Upon hearing Ling Feng's words, he turned to look at Ling Feng with eyes full of resentment and venom. Without uttering a single harsh word, he led a group of Qingcheng disciples and slunk down the mountain.
Ling Feng returned to Mount Hua and saw that everyone's eyes were filled with reverence. His junior sister, Cheng Xiaoye, was even more excited, her heart overflowing with love. She could no longer hold back and stepped forward without any hesitation, gently wiping the sweat from Ling Feng's forehead with a handkerchief.
Ling Feng stole a glance at Miao Zhen from Emei. She was pale, staring blankly at him and Cheng Xiaoye, her fingers gripping the hem of her clothes tightly, her lips pressed together, silent. Ling Feng chuckled inwardly. Sometimes, toying with a woman's heart was no less satisfying than toying with her body. Of course, the best was to manipulate both at will, like with this woman before him. Looking at his junior sister Cheng Xiaoye's innocent face, Ling Feng couldn't help but think...
The Qingcheng disciples had already been defeated, but Ling Feng showed no sign of stopping. His aim wasn't just to strike at the Qingcheng Sect, but at all the martial arts sects present—the shadows of trees, the names of people. Ling Feng wanted to instill the name of Ling Feng of Mount Hua in everyone's hearts. "Today, I, Ling Feng, assume the position of Acting Leader of Mount Hua. I know there are many seniors whose martial arts far surpass mine, but I have no doubt about it. I am deeply grateful for the Sect Leader's favor. Furthermore, I will also assume the position of Acting Leader of the Martial Arts Alliance. If any of the seniors present disagree, please step forward. If there are no objections, then it is tantamount to acknowledging me as the Acting Leader of the Martial Arts Alliance!"
As soon as Ling Feng finished speaking, the entire audience erupted in uproar. Xu Chong of the Beggar Clan was the first to step forward and said, "Sect Leader Ling's skills are unparalleled, and I admit that I am no match for him. However, today's matter is no longer a private duel, and the reputation of the Beggar Clan cannot be ruined in my hands. Today, I would like to ask Sect Leader Ling to give me some pointers on the Four Directions Formation of our Beggar Clan."
It is truly rare for someone of his stature to admit defeat, and for this very reason, his challenge is hard to refuse.
Zhou Ziqi, unable to contain herself any longer, cursed, "Damn it, do you think you can outnumber us? Is this all the Beggars' Sect can do? Sect Leader, Tie Cheng and I will help you."
Ling Feng shook his head slightly. Although Zhou Ziqi and Zhang Tiecheng were elders of the Huashan Sect, their skill level was far inferior to his own. The two would only become a burden to him. The Beggar Clan's Four Directions Formation was the sect's most powerful formation, comparable to the Eighteen Bronze Men of Shaolin or the Big Dipper of Wudang. Its power should not be underestimated. Moreover, this time, Xu Chong personally took to the field, further enhancing the power of the Four Directions Formation.
Ling Feng waved his hand to stop Zhou Ziqi, then turned to Xu Chong and said, "Sect Leader Xu, please enlighten me."
Xu Chong faced Ling Feng directly and sighed, "Sect Leader Ling, please don't blame my Beggars' Sect for relying on numbers to win. Just from seeing Sect Leader Ling's small demonstration, I know that your swordsmanship has already reached a state of perfection, enough to rival Dugu Qiubai of Mount Hua back then. In a one-on-one fight, there are few in the world who can match you. The name of the Divine Sword of Mount Hua is truly well-deserved."
No one expected Xu Chong to hold Ling Feng in such high esteem, while Abbot Minghui had already let out a cold snort.
Xu Chong smiled slightly and said, "Master is also a person who knows martial arts. When I fight with Sect Leader Ling later, you will know that what I said is true."
As he spoke the last word, Ling Feng realized he was surrounded.
Standing directly north of Lingfeng was Xu Chong, whose face was cold and stern. The other three were his prized disciples, all of whom were elders of the Beggars' Sect with eight bags or more, and their martial arts were not weak.
Seeing that the formation was complete, Ling Feng calmed down and swung his longsword with a "whoosh," aiming directly at the Beggars' Sect disciples in the western part of the formation. Although Ling Feng's sword strike seemed slow, it was actually very skillful, and his choice of the western disciples as his target was the result of careful consideration.
Although the formation is powerful, even the most powerful formation is still man-made. Therefore, the person who sets up the formation is the weak point. Moreover, people have different mental qualities, so their strength will vary! After scanning the area, Ling Feng quickly determined that the Western disciple was the one who was not focused. Therefore, his attack, whether heavy or light, would affect the entire formation!
Ling Feng's sword strike was still concentrated, holding back his power midway, ready to unleash a thunderous blow at any moment, aiming to break the formation in one strike. Unexpectedly, the Western disciple neither dodged nor evaded, but instead turned his sword to attack Ling Feng. Ling Feng sneered inwardly, intending to change his sword stance and break through the Western disciple first, but suddenly felt a sudden gust of wind behind him.
Ling Feng thought to himself, "How did they get here so quickly?"
With a swift movement, he shifted half a foot away in an instant, yet still felt a sharp pain in his back. Accompanied by gasps from Cheng Xiaoye and Princess Zhaoyang outside the formation, Ling Feng's clothes had been torn open on the back! Although Ling Feng had only used thirty percent of his power, that was still a near-invincible state. If it were anyone else, blood would likely have already spilled. Ling Feng's reaction was unparalleled; even with his clothes torn, it was a testament to the power of the Beggars' Sect's Four Directions Formation!
Ling Feng stopped, finding himself surrounded by four people again. Now, Ling Feng dared not be careless. He silently observed the four's movements, discovering they were slowly circling him in a mysterious trajectory. Although Ling Feng had no knowledge of formations, he could deduce that this formation must secretly conform to the Nine Palaces and Eight Trigrams. The people before him appeared far but were actually close, their figures all illusory. Ling Feng knew that being surrounded again meant certain death. He silently calculated, then suddenly swung his sword towards an empty spot in the air. For a moment, everyone saw only a golden light, obscuring everything else.
Cheng Xiaoye exclaimed in surprise, "Black gold that blots out the sun! This is black gold that blots out the sun!"
The disciples of Mount Hua were shocked. It was the legendary secret move of the Mount Hua sword technique, the "Black Gold Obscuring the Sun," which, through precise calculation, used the sword to reflect sunlight and instantly take a person's head. This move, which no one except the founder of Mount Hua had mastered, had actually been reproduced today.
That brief moment was enough.
Xu Chong, with his rich combat experience, shouted, "Retreat immediately!"
But how could he possibly react in time? Ling Feng clung to the Western disciple like a shadow, channeling his inner strength into his longsword to forcefully deflect the sword held across the disciple's chest. His left hand had already seized the opportunity to strike, injuring the disciple's internal organs. Watching the Western disciple cough up blood and stagger backward, Ling Feng didn't stop for a moment, instantly appearing beside the Southern disciple.
The southern disciple had just regained his sight when he saw a sword light shooting towards him. He was terrified and hurriedly raised his sword to block it, but Ling Feng had already kicked him in the waist, leaving him unable to fight for the time being.
As the residual power of "Black Gold Obscuring the Sun" dissipated, Xu Chong looked down at his two disciples lying on the ground, his face ashen. He forced a smile and said, "Sect Leader Ling's swordsmanship is divine. My challenge to him was truly presumptuous. A firefly's light dares not compete with the bright moon. Let bygones be bygones. As long as I, Xu Chong, live, my Beggars' Sect will never dare to provoke Mount Hua again."
In an instant, he seemed to have aged ten years, and all the ambition and high aspirations he had when he first came up the mountain were gone.
The northern disciple shouted from the side, "Master, there are still two of us! When has the Beggars' Clan ever been defeated? Even if the Beggars' Clan fights to the last man, we will never retreat..."
Before he could finish speaking, he received a slap across the face. Xu Chong, standing beside him, shouted sternly, "Do you really want my Beggars' Sect to be destroyed in my hands? Do you think we would have the face to face Master Hong Qi if we all died here?"
As she spoke the last sentence, tears welled up in her eyes.
The northern disciple didn't answer, his face also streaked with tears. The two silently helped the two fallen disciples to their feet and walked down the mountain without a word. Bathed in the afterglow of the setting sun, everyone watched as the Beggars' Sect's elite of this generation withdrew from the struggle for supremacy in the martial world. The scene was strangely poignant. Thinking back to the Beggars' Sect under Hong Qi's leadership, how prestigious and respected they were! Now, fallen to such a state, it was truly heartbreaking. Was it only in chaotic times that the Beggars' Sect could it find a chance to flourish?
Ling Feng observed coldly, showing no surprise. The rise of one sect was always accompanied by the decline of several others; that was the way of the martial world—the victor is king, the loser is a bandit, and there was no room for sentimentality. For Ling Feng, the greatest disappointment was that Xu Weiwei, with a reluctant glimpse of her face, followed Xu Chong down the mountain! He hadn't even had a chance to get closer to the beautiful Xu Weiwei; this was truly disappointing.

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