Both Qingyun and Yunfeng were contemplating how to defeat each other. Yunfeng had nothing to reveal except his trump card, but Qingyun was different; he couldn't expose too much of his strength. Finally, their eyes firmed. Energy covered Yunfeng's legs, forming an energy armor that encased them, significantly boosting their power. On Qingyun's side, he extended his arms, which were then covered by two silver-white armguards.
This move immediately astonished the surrounding cultivators. Those armguards were part of the Divine Armor, and it was unbelievable that someone could fully integrate the Divine Armor in just a few days. It was a divine being's armor, and even a ninth-realm cultivator would need a long period of secluded cultivation to fully integrate it. The Divine Armor was forged by a divine being, and only with complete integration could its full power be unleashed. After complete integration, one could even arbitrarily control parts of the armor.
Take Qingyun's current action for example; he was controlling the armguards of the Divine Armor, and no armor appeared elsewhere. As the creator of the Divine Armor, Qingyun was intimately familiar with it, and complete integration was simple. When Qingyun purchased the Divine Armor, it had already begun to merge with him spontaneously, allowing him to control it at will. After all, it was an armor he had worn before and crafted himself. Even without its original sentience, the spiritual resonance was enough.
With the appearance of the Divine Armguards, Qingyun and Yunfeng's auras surged, making them evenly matched. Sickle blades covered Yunfeng's leg armor. His armguards also had numerous small holes, which were the most terrifying part. Qingyun sensed an unusual aura from these holes and knew he had to be cautious. Yunfeng took a step forward, his speed erupting, and in the next instant, he appeared before Qingyun. Qingyun unleashed his fists, activating the Hundred Beast Fist, its power several times greater than before.
This was due to the shortcomings of the Divine Armor; otherwise, a complete Divine Armor could amplify Qingyun's fist power by thousands of times. The Hundred Beast Fist was enhanced severalfold. A phantom of a fierce tiger coiled around his armguards, and his fists, enveloped by the tiger's phantom, were thrown out. This punch was like a tiger descending from the mountain, whistling through the air with speed, precision, and ferocity. The mere momentum of its passage through the air made the surrounding space tremble faintly. However, in the Silent Forest, these sounds vanished in the next second. The Silent Forest was only silent; even the sounds of space were extinguished.
Qingyun and Yunfeng clashed, and waves of energy rolled out. This collision was still a five-five draw. Qingyun had initially believed that using the Divine Armor and the Hundred Beast Fist would be enough to defeat his opponent. It seemed the armguards on Yunfeng's legs were not simple. The sickle blades on Yunfeng's legs instantly elongated. Upon seeing this, Qingyun directly retreated, realizing that if he continued, his arms might not be able to withstand it.
He retracted his arms and retreated. Yunfeng pressed his advantage. These leg armguards were something he found in another secret realm, and his compatibility with them was three thousand percent, allowing him to exert three thousand times their power. This was one of Yunfeng's trump cards, and it was his weakest one. Yunfeng had considered using an even more powerful trump card to kill Qingyun. Qingyun's strength was similar to his own, and to win, he had to use his trump cards but couldn't reveal too much.
His remaining trump cards were needed to guard against other cultivators, and he even had to be wary of his own fellow disciples. In the world of cultivators, there was no such thing as friendship, only profit. One never knew when they might be betrayed by someone they trusted.
Yunfeng practiced many leg techniques. It could be said that in Yunfeng's world, leg techniques were not fixed but were a fusion of various styles to create his own. Yunfeng's legs shifted constantly between flexibility, ferocity, and grace, with a speed hundreds of times faster than before. In Qingyun's eyes, the speed increase was about thirtyfold. As a reincarnation of a divine being, Qingyun faced Yunfeng with apparent ease.
His fists moved fluidly. Although he was in a passive defensive state, Qingyun was not worried about losing. Light flashed in Qingyun's eyes. In the next moment, he raised his arms consecutively. His left arm made a small swing, and it preemptively blocked Yunfeng's right leg. In the next instant, his right arm swept horizontally, flicking Yunfeng's right leg away. His arms converged and swung out, his fists attacking Yunfeng.
Yunfeng hadn't expected Qingyun to so quickly discern his attack patterns and characteristics, disrupting his rhythm. A monstrous talent! He had only been practicing for a short while and had already mastered it.
Despite his astonishment, Yunfeng's fists closed in. He had no choice but to retreat. Qingyun had been in a passive defensive state to understand Yunfeng's fighting style and techniques. The constant switching between the three styles of legwork was somewhat troublesome. Qingyun chose passive defense to find the rhythm of his opponent's attacks so he could disrupt them. Yunfeng's leg styles were now understood; he would need to change his approach, or this battle would be won by Qingyun, and without taking any damage.
Knowing the enemy's attack rhythm and habitual style, Qingyun could completely disregard Yunfeng's legs. No matter how fast Yunfeng's legs moved, Qingyun could instinctively counter his attacks.
Yunfeng felt a prickle of unease. It seemed taking down Qingyun would indeed require some effort.
The sickles on Yunfeng's armguards transformed into wrist blades. His legs spun continuously, and with a swish, swish, continuous blades shot out from his legs, charging towards Qingyun.
Qingyun's hand clenched, and a blue longsword materialized. Before his reincarnation, Qingyun was a sword cultivator. He had thought the Hundred Beast Fist would suffice, but he still needed some sword techniques to help.
With the longsword in hand, he swung his arm, and sword energy crisscrossed, and sword intent permeated, forming a barrier that enveloped the battlefield.
Everyone felt such formidable sword intent, which was completely inconsistent with what they knew. This guy was also a sword cultivator? Their information hadn't mentioned this.
Or perhaps Qingyun simply knew swordsmanship but had never displayed it.
The collision of sword energy and blade energy directly resulted in an explosion. Qingyun sighed, "It's been so long since I've comprehended the Dominating Sword Qi. Has it weakened to this extent now? However, the sword qi I need to comprehend in this life is not you."
Qingyun looked at the longsword in his hand and sighed. The sword intent around Qingyun seemed to sense his thoughts, and it gradually dissipated. This sword intent was from Qingyun's previous life. Now that Qingyun had no intention of following his previous sword intent path in this life, there was no need for it to exist.
As the sword intent vanished, new sword intent sprouted within Qingyun. In this life, Qingyun intended to follow the Hundred Beast Sword Intent, an intent derived from the Hundred Beast Fist, combining the power of a hundred beasts and the variations of a hundred changes.
Yunfeng sensed the abnormality in Qingyun's sword intent and was internally convinced that Qingyun was a novice in swordsmanship. Otherwise, why would his sword intent be so erratic? Yunfeng seized this opportunity to attack decisively. He would not allow Qingyun to stabilize his sword intent before making a move.
The power of a sword cultivator was evident. Even a novice, Yunfeng dared not underestimate him, as a sword cultivator who had comprehended sword intent was not easy to deal with.