Chapter Four: The Power of the Heaven-Splitting Blade

Chen Feng’ao’s sharp cry of “She-devil” caused Meng Xiaoli’s expression to darken. Seeing Chen Feng’ao rush forward, she swiftly tore off her cloak and tossed it to her subordinates. Adopting a defensive stance, she shouted angrily, “I am Meng Xiaoli, the leader of this sect, not some she-devil.”

Before she finished speaking, Chen Feng’ao was already close, his target clear. With a mighty chop, his great blade descended toward Meng Xiaoli. This move, called “Heaven and Earth Cleaver,” was Chen Feng’ao’s signature technique. The great blade he wielded was famed throughout the martial world as the “Heaven-Splitting Blade,” its force fierce and speed swift as thunder from the sky. Thus, Chen Feng’ao was also known as the “Thunder Commander Who Covers the Heavens.”

Meng Xiaoli knew she could not match Chen Feng’ao’s raw power; even ten of her could not withstand him. Instead, she relied on agility to dodge and parry, avoiding the blade’s edge.

The female guardians flanking Meng Xiaoli moved to block the assault. The left guardian used her sword horizontally to parry. The clash of weapons sent a numbness through her arm, forcing her to retreat without launching a second strike. Seizing the opening, Chen Feng’ao kicked her over.

The right guardian wielded claws similar in style to Meng Xiaoli’s weapon but darker, black as night. As Chen Feng’ao struck at the left guardian, she lunged her claws toward his chest. Chen Feng’ao’s eyes fixed on the left guardian; with a mighty chop, he drove her back, then twisted his blade to strike the right guardian. Raising his right leg, he kicked the left guardian again. On the other side, when the left guardian dodged his blade, Chen Feng’ao quickly followed up with a palm strike. In moments, his palm and kick had injured both guardians, and he pressed on to pursue Meng Xiaoli.

Seeing Chen Feng’ao’s ferocity, Meng Xiaoli used softness to overcome hardness. She dodged several blows, seeking an opening.

Chen Feng’ao’s blade radiated a terrifying aura. Though heavy and cumbersome, in his hands it moved like a leaf in the wind—powerful and swift. His blade work was impenetrable, forcing Meng Xiaoli into a purely defensive posture for many moves.

After dozens of exchanges, Meng Xiaoli gradually understood Chen Feng’ao’s style: fast and fierce but lacking flexibility. To counter his swift blade, she had to be faster and more agile.

Confident in her strategy, Meng Xiaoli shifted from defense to offense. Evading his move called “Heavenly General Patrolling the Realm,” she struck at Chen Feng’ao’s throat, hitting the Lianquan acupuncture point. Chen Feng’ao nearly spat out half his tongue, pain searing through him, but he dared not slacken. Inwardly, he thought, “This young woman seems delicate, yet her internal strength is not to be underestimated.”

They exchanged dozens more moves, neither gaining the upper hand. Chen Feng’ao mused that anyone who could match him so evenly must be a formidable martial artist.

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