Chapter 46 Unmatched in Sword Mastery

"So he is Qiao Feng, the Beggars' Sect Leader, unrivaled in both sword and palm!" Murong Xing thought upon seeing this man, recalling the name Wang Yuyan had just called out.
He recognized him instantly.
Duan Yu merely stared infatuatedly at Wang Yuyan as she exchanged blows, remaining silent.
The Goddessly Sister is truly so valiant and stunning!
In his eyes, Wang Yuyan moved with the agility of a dragon and the majesty of a tiger, her dual palms fiercely powerful. Amidst sounds echoing like a dragon's roar, she was merely... fighting her opponent to a standstill!
In fact, she was even being suppressed by him!
For her opponent was none other than Qiao Feng, the universally renowned Beggars' Sect Leader of recent years!
The Beggars' Sect had originally been nothing more than a second-rate faction, but under Qiao Feng's leadership over the past few years, it had flourished day by day. Now, the Beggars' Sect loomed faintly as the preeminent sect under heaven.
A great reputation precedes a person just as a towering tree casts a shadow. The "Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms" employed by Qiao Feng were the most unyielding and formidable martial arts techniques in the world, with every single move carrying immense destructive power!
Even more terrifying was Qiao Feng's extensive combat experience and acute fighting instincts. Ordinary, mundane moves could achieve miraculous power in his hands, let alone the "Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms"!
Even though Wang Yuyan could see through the flaws of all martial arts under heaven, she found it hard to locate any flaws in Qiao Feng.
Because Qiao Feng simply did not fight according to conventional rules.
Consequently, Wang Yuyan was having a rather difficult fight.
"Brother Xing, let's go help the Goddessly Sister!" Duan Yu exclaimed, seeing that Wang Yuyan had fallen to a disadvantage, and quickly spoke to Murong Xing.
"Mo..." Murong Xing glanced at Wang Yuyan in the thick of battle and corrected himself, "My cousin hasn't unleashed her true abilities yet, don't be anxious!"
"Besides, if we join the fray now, it would ruin my cousin's fun, and she'd blame us later!"
Duan Yu said, "You call this not having used her true abilities?"
"That's right, my cousin is naturally endowed with divine strength!" Murong Xing sighed and said, "Otherwise, how do you think I could be no match for her?"
"Naturally endowed with divine strength?" Duan Yu was puzzled.
Even with divine strength, wouldn't it be of little use in a battle of this caliber?
Soon enough, he would witness what "divine strength" truly meant!
He saw Wang Yuyan, currently at a disadvantage, gently spit out a mouthful of blood—internal injuries inflicted by Qiao Feng's formidable palm force.
Qiao Feng was in his thirties and at the peak of his physical prime, while she was merely seventeen or eighteen. To be able to fight Qiao Feng to this extent meant that given time, she would undoubtedly become a renowned master across the realm.
"Young lady, why don't we call it a draw!" Qiao Feng said involuntarily upon seeing Wang Yuyan spit blood.
It was never his intention to strike a woman, but circumstances had forced his hand.
"No need!" Wang Yuyan wiped the corner of her mouth, then struck out with a palm toward Qiao Feng.
Qiao Feng reflexively raised his arms to parry, only to feel that this palm carried noticeably more force than before.

"Eh?" As Qiao Feng hesitated, he felt the strength behind Wang Yuyan's hands surge once more.
Her power had already more than doubled compared to before!
As the saying goes, supreme strength overcomes ten thousand techniques—raw power was truly effective!
With a sharp slap, this palm broke through Qiao Feng's defense and struck him squarely in the chest, forcing him to take several steps back.
This was the first time Qiao Feng had been hit since their duel began.
Murong Xing, watching from the sidelines, said to Duan Yu, "Here it comes, here it comes! This is my cousin's ultimate skill: the Second Surge of Divine Strength!"
"Huh?" Duan Yu was utterly bewildered.
He saw that the injured Wang Yuyan seemed like a completely different person. Her every move was not merely fierce and peerless, nor just naturally strong; it was sheer, supreme supernatural might, driving Qiao Feng into a continuous retreat.
It wasn't that Qiao Feng couldn't fight back, but rather that Wang Yuyan's strength was simply too monstrous!
Using the exact same moves, under the enhancement of her immense force, the mundane was transformed into the miraculous. Qiao Feng felt as though he were not fighting a human being, but battling an enraged elephant.
With a loud bang, Wang Yuyan missed her target and struck a thick tree in the courtyard that required a man's arms to encircle.
The tree split into several jagged pieces with a sharp crack, making Duan Yu's eyelids twitch involuntarily.
If that blow were to land on a person's body, wouldn't it...
With a heavy thud, Wang Yuyan stamped her foot on the courtyard floor, leaving a deep crater in the ground.
At this moment, Wang Yuyan's every punch and kick truly carried inhuman might.
Qiao Feng was gradually finding it difficult to parry; he had never encountered anyone who grew stronger the longer the fight went on.
Could this be what the "Dream Master" referred to as cheating?
"Young lady! If you are going to press me so relentlessly, don't blame Qiao for being discourteous!" Qiao Feng said as he dodged repeatedly.
Wang Yuyan replied, "If you're begging for mercy, say it louder! If you have any real skills, bring them out and let me have a proper fight!"
"Stop dawdling like an old woman!"
Qiao Feng glanced at the corner of the courtyard where the two Fifth-Bag Disciples lay dead, realizing that the matter could no longer be resolved peacefully!
"Offence taken!" Qiao Feng said.
As soon as he finished speaking, the few people present suddenly heard a rhythmic thumping sound: *thump, thump, thump*.
Whose heartbeat could possibly echo so loudly?
It was Qiao Feng!
It was the Beggars' Sect Leader, Qiao Feng!
His heart beat like a war drum, maintaining a peculiar, steady rhythm.
That rhythm faintly wove together into a brisk, spirited melody!
Simultaneously, the violent beating of his heart caused Qiao Feng's blood to race, circulating rapidly through his body just like his inner Qi.
Qiao Feng's weather-beaten face flushed slightly as he said, "Young lady, watch out!"
Following that, his figure moved like a ghost, appearing by Wang Yuyan's flank as he raised a hand and executed "Rebuking the Tiger"!
"Rebuking the Tiger" was the first stance of the "Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms," which emphasized attacking an enemy with thirty percent force while holding back seventy percent in reserve, ensuring an inexhaustible surplus of power!
Wang Yuyan had not anticipated that amidst the drumming heartbeat, Qiao Feng's attack speed would be so blindingly fast!
She hastily met the incoming palm.
With a thunderous crash, the one sent flying backward this time was none other than her!
"You..." Wang Yuyan staggered back several paces, smashing deep footprints into the ground before finally neutralizing the force of that palm strike.
Then she could not help but spit out another mouthful of blood. Qiao Feng's palm strike was simply too ferocious!
She had never expected Qiao Feng to possess such a hidden technique.
Amidst the relentless *thump, thump, thump* of his heartbeat, Qiao Feng raised his hand for another strike, bringing his palm down vertically in a fierce chopping motion—none other than "The Dragon Wags Its Tail"!
"Oh no! This is bad!" Duan Yu, watching from the sidelines, saw Qiao Feng seize the advantage in the blink of an eye and moved to intervene, only to be yanked back by Murong Xing.
"Don't panic, my cousin's divine strength can surge yet again!" Murong Xing declared.
"Huh?" Duan Yu watched as, just as Murong Xing had predicted, whereas Wang Yuyan could barely withstand Qiao Feng's first palm strike, she managed to block the second one by the skin of her teeth.
By the third strike, she was actually clashing head-on with Qiao Feng's divine palm!
The explosive sounds of their collision—*bang, bang*—resembled roaring firecrackers, making Duan Yu feel slightly dizzy and forcing him to cover his ears.
The dilapidated courtyard was caught in the crossfire of their battle, reducing everything to a chaotic mess.
Murong Xing covered his ears as well, shouting, "I don't know which martial arts manual my cousin attained enlightenment from, but it generates divine strength! The more injured she is, the more divine strength she can unleash!"
"Therefore, my usual cousin is not the real cousin! The cousin you see right now is the true cousin!"
Duan Yu looked at the two figures embroiled in combat; both pairs of eyes blazed with a fierce, burning fighting spirit!
That was the exhilarating joy of meeting a true match of equal skill!
With faces full of lethal intent, every single move executed with magnificent breadth and boundless power—was this truly the Goddessly Sister?
Duan Yu suddenly felt as though something inside his heart had shattered.