Chapter 156: Orchid Sword, Chained Saber!

Rip!

The speed of that sword was blindingly fast, instantly piercing through the car door. Before Ye Han could even make a reflexive movement, Chen Feng had already severed his entire palm in a split second.

Boom!

Before Ye Han could react further, Chen Feng shattered the entire car door with a single explosive blow. The heavy door slammed violently into Ye Han’s body, causing him to stagger. Suddenly, a flash of piercing cold light flickered before his eyes as a radiant, sharp sword cleaved straight through the ruined door.

Retreat!

This was the sole thought echoing in Ye Han's mind, but it was already too late. The razor-sharp Orchid Sword sliced directly into his left arm and carved downward with brutal force.

Rip!

A wave of intense agony surged fiercely into Ye Han’s brain. He had stepped back, but his left hand had already parted from his body.

Everything happened far too quickly. Chen Feng had slipped into the car, and just as Ye Han lunged forward, Chen Feng executed lightning-fast strikes in the blink of an eye, severing Ye Han’s right hand and left arm. Even as the onlookers were still holding their breath in suspense for Chen Feng, Ye Han had already lost both of his arms.

Swish!

Chen Feng flicked the Orchid Sword in his hand, and a single droplet of blood slid down the blade. The sword was carved with exquisite patterns and possessed the ability to cut through metal as if it were mud. Just redeeming this Orchid Sword had cost Chen Feng twenty achievement points. Although it required fewer points than the shield he had obtained earlier, this Orchid Sword was nonetheless a divine weapon in its own right.

One had to know that ordinary martial artists cultivated both their internal and external strength. Beneath their skin lay a layer of inner membrane; if they channeled their internal energy into this membrane, it would become as hard as iron, impervious to blades and swords. Yet the Orchid Sword had cleanly severed Ye Han's arms—its terrifying power was self-evident.

This was no ordinary weapon; it could truly be called a divine weapon.

With a mere two sword strikes, Chen Feng had instantly rendered Ye Han completely incapacitated.

As Ye Han was neutralized in an instant, the movements of the other three—Ye Feng, Ye Ze, and Ye Lin—came to an abrupt halt. No matter what, they were mere mortals of flesh and blood, and naturally could not pit their bodies against blades.

Besides, who the hell could have anticipated that Chen Feng would carry a sword with him?

The surrounding wealthy young scions were left dumbfounded. A profound sense of absurdity washed over the vast majority of them. Moments ago, this had been a thrilling display of street racing; how on earth had it suddenly transformed into a wuxia-style duel of martial heroes?

"Come on, Ye Wenze, didn't you want to break all four of my limbs? Let me see how you plan on doing it!" Chen Feng looked at Ye Wenze with a mocking smile playing on his lips.

Ye Wenze’s expression shifted slightly. He had not expected Chen Feng to be skilled with weaponry. A weapon was an extension of one's hands and feet. If it were just an ordinary weapon, it would be one thing, but the Orchid Sword in Chen Feng's hand clearly belonged to the tier of divine weapons. Even if the four of them charged together, they might not necessarily be able to handle Chen Feng.

Ye Han's complexion was equally grim, the massive blood loss turning his face deathly pale. Yet, at this very moment, he suddenly surged into action. He leaped upward, his right leg sweeping toward Chen Feng’s head like a heavy executioner's blade.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Despite losing an excessive amount of blood, Ye Han's combat prowess remained terrifying. His internal energy was intact, and his kick whipped up a fierce gale of terrifying force.

The instant Ye Han moved, Ye Feng also stirred without a sound. Utilizing an eccentric movement technique, his entire body slithered like a nimble snake, soundlessly circling toward Chen Feng’s blind spot behind him. Ye Han was merely the bait; Ye Feng's strike was the fatal blow.

The Four Generals of the Ye Family had cooperated for years and were fiercely loyal to the clan. They were elite hitmen cultivated by the Ye Family, willing to sacrifice their lives for its sake. Ye Han knew deep down that he was already crippled, so in this fleeting moment, he was willing to cast away his life to buy a glimmer of survival for the others.

The Orchid Sword moved.

No one perceived the exact moment the Orchid Sword began to move; the speed defied comprehension. In the barest fraction of a second, Chen Feng slashed with his sword, cleanly severing one of Ye Han’s legs. Simultaneously, Chen Feng's torso tilted slightly, and with a swift twist, the Orchid Sword thrust out from beneath his armpit like a striking viper.

Rip!

Ye Feng’s fist collided directly with the edge of the Orchid Sword, and the entire blade pierced straight through his right arm. Chen Feng spun around, a sarcastic sneer gracing his lips, and flicked his wrist. With a twist of the blade, a sickening series of cracking sounds echoed as Ye Feng's entire right arm, bone and all, was ground to powder.

"How can he possibly be this fast?" Everyone was struck with profound shock. Chen Feng’s attacking speed was simply too astonishing; in that microscopic span of time, he had already executed two distinct maneuvers.

Bang!

Chen Feng delivered a heavy kick to Ye Feng’s chest. Ye Feng spat a mouthful of blood and was sent flying backward, slamming heavily into a parked sports car. A crisp snap echoed as his spine fractured. Spitting out yet another mouthful of blood, Ye Feng collapsed face-down onto the ground, utterly devoid of the strength to rise again.

Li Yuanfang’s swordsmanship possessed no special gimmicks, no elaborate finishing moves, and no complex stances. It had only one defining characteristic: speed.

Striking within the shortest possible span of time—no matter how many myriad variations your moves possessed, none could rival the execution of this swift sword.

Before your sword stance could even unfold, I would have already severed your arm; how could you hope to match me?

"Hold him off!"

A furious roar erupted from Ye Wenze’s throat. He could already sense that staying near Chen Feng today spelled certain doom; he had no chance of harming Chen Feng, and if he remained, he might lose his life as well.

Fleeing was his singular thought.

Swish!

Roaring as he went, Ye Wenze activated his lightness skill, preparing to bolt immediately. The remaining guards, Ye Lin and Ye Ze, understood all too well that they had been reduced to cannon fodder. However, as loyal death-shrouded retainers of the Ye Family, they had no choice but to obey Ye Wenze's commands.

Both men locked their gazes onto Chen Feng. Yet, a contemptuous smile curled the corners of Chen Feng’s lips. The moment Ye Wenze leaped into the air, Chen Feng flicked his left hand, and instantly, a chain-blade materialized in his grasp.

Screech!

The shark-like blade head sprang forward like a bolt of lightning tearing through the void, hurtling rapidly toward Ye Wenze. Hearing the whistling wind of the projectile from behind, Ye Wenze immediately sensed mortal danger. With his back turned to Chen Feng, his first instinct was that Chen Feng had unleashed a hidden weapon.

However, airborne as he was, he had no leverage to alter his trajectory and could only desperately twist his body. A sharp ripping sound rang out as the blade pierced deeply through Ye Wenze’s thigh.

Ah!

A miserable shriek of agony tore from Ye Wenze's throat. Chen Feng sneered coldly and gave the handle of the chain-blade a gentle flick. With a rattling snap, a terrifying force surged through the chain. The blade, which had already impaled Ye Wenze's thigh, executed a vicious twisting motion, followed by another wet tearing sound as Ye Wenze's leg was cleanly severed.

No!

A shrieking wail echoed from Ye Wenze as his body plummeted heavily from mid-air.

Clang!

With a slight snap, the chain-blade retracted smoothly back into Chen Feng's hand.

Wielding both saber and sword—the sword visible, the blade concealed—often served to lure the enemy during combat, setting up a fatal strike in tandem with the chain-blade. This was a classic tactic frequently employed by Li Yuanfang. Executed now by Chen Feng, it immediately amputated one of Ye Wenze’s legs.

All of this transpired with such breathtaking velocity that everyone present failed to react in time. None of them had anticipated Chen Feng’s sudden ambush, let alone that even after fleeing, Ye Wenze would still have his right leg hacked off by Chen Feng.

"Young Master?!" Seeing this scene, Ye Lin and Ye Ze felt their eyes split with rage. Lacking time to process the shock, both men spun around simultaneously to attack Chen Feng. But Chen Feng moved like lightning, materializing right before Ye Lin as the Orchid Sword flashed with cold light, thrusting straight for Ye Lin's throat!

Rip!

As the blade lunged forward, Ye Lin scrambled backward in retreat. Yet at that exact moment, the chain-blade shot forth abruptly, targeting Ye Lin's lower abdomen. Ye Lin’s pupils constricted as he attempted to retreat further, but it was already too late; the chilling blade instantly buried itself into his belly.

Swish!

At the very last second, Ye Lin desperately thrust out his hands, grabbing hold of the chain with a desperate grip to forcefully halt the blade from sinking any deeper into his flesh.

"Go to hell!" A furious roar burst from Ye Ze. Seizing a nearby sports car, he hoisted the vehicle into the air and hurled it savagely at Chen Feng.

Gasp!

Witnessing this spectacle, the onlookers collectively sucked in a sharp breath of cold air. Ye Ze's physical strength was monstrous beyond belief, and the airborne sports car carried an unimaginably terrifying momentum, delivering an overwhelming visual impact.

Swish!

Chen Feng swung his right arm, bringing the Orchid Sword down in a brutal arc across the front end of the sports car. However, the car body was too massive; although the Orchid Sword cleaved into the vehicle, it failed to slice clean through, and the car continued its crushing descent toward Chen Feng.

Boom!

The sports car smashed heavily into the ground. Amidst the deafening crash, Ye Ze panted slightly. That exertion had undoubtedly drained a significant portion of his physical strength and internal energy. Yet, Chen Feng should surely be unable to withstand such raw force; he must be injured by now. There was still a chance—surely there was still a chance?

Then, Ye Ze froze in disbelief.

Leaning on the momentum of the colliding car, Chen Feng had already closed the distance to Ye Lin, the blade of the chain-blade buried deep within Ye Lin's stomach.

Meanwhile, Chen Feng’s right hand rested casually atop the hood of the sports car.

He remained completely unscathed.