Chapter 9: Qiao Feng Swears Loyalty to the Manor!

Chapter 9: Qiao Feng Swears Loyalty to the Manor!

At first, everyone believed Zhang Fang wouldn’t last long, including Qi Liu. But as the duel dragged on, he realized things weren’t so simple.

Zhang Fang’s defense appeared clumsy, even somewhat comical under Qi Liu’s fierce assault. Yet, this opponent, who should have fallen within five moves, stubbornly withstood over thirty strikes. Not only did he avoid defeat, but Qi Liu couldn’t extend his advantage further.

Can you believe it?

After enduring more than thirty moves, Zhang Fang gradually adjusted to Qi Liu’s speed. As the opponent swung his blade in a horizontal arc, Zhang Fang’s eyes suddenly brightened.

Instead of retreating, he advanced, swinging his steel shield sharply against the blade.

A familiar move—“Rebound Counter”!

At the same moment, with his right hand drawing a circle before him, he prepared another classic strike—the “Regret of the Proud Dragon”—already charged and ready to unleash.

Zhang Fang intended to replicate his previous four victories exactly, but he clearly underestimated his current foe.

Qi Liu’s swift blade had reached a level of effortless control. Seeing Zhang Fang’s obvious prelude to a rebound strike, he anticipated the move instantly.

Yet, at the critical moment, Qi Liu abruptly withdrew his blade to defend.

“Clang!”

Accompanied by a crisp metallic clang, Zhang Fang’s shield struck the lone blade, but failed to disrupt Qi Liu’s stance. After blocking the shield, Qi Liu’s sword still guarded his chest without the slightest flaw.

In contrast, Zhang Fang’s failed rebound left his shield swinging to the left side of his body, exposing a wide opening.

As an experienced fighter, Qi Liu seized the golden opportunity. His blade pressed forward, sweeping horizontally toward Zhang Fang’s chest.

The strike was swift and cunning, yet gave Zhang Fang just enough time to react.

Normally, when faced with such an overwhelming attack, one would instinctively retreat, and Qi Liu would simply step forward to force him out of the ring without a fight.

Indeed, Zhang Fang’s first reaction to the blade so close was to step back half a pace, just as Qi Liu expected.

This was a subconscious survival instinct, requiring no conscious thought.

But unlike others, Zhang Fang cultivated the “Eternal Sacred Qi,” a form of innate true energy rather than acquired internal skill. In that sense, he was at least an innate expert.

Martial artists who ascend from acquired to innate level undergo profound transformations in body and mind.

Zhang Fang was no exception.

For instance, under the blessing of the “Eternal Sacred Qi,” his reaction speed allowed him to process far more in the same instant than ordinary people.

Relying on this advantage, after a fleeting moment of panic, Zhang Fang overcame his survival instinct with reason. As Qi Liu stepped forward half a pace while Zhang Fang withdrew half a pace, both poised for a decisive moment, Zhang Fang unexpectedly planted his feet firmly and, with his right hand fully charged, boldly struck out toward the blade.

The entire arena gasped.

No one expected Zhang Fang to risk such a reckless move for victory.

He was actually hitting the opponent’s blade with his bare palm!

Was he trying to lose his hand?

Outside the ring, the two heroes of the You family were desperate to intervene, but it was too late.

As Zhang Fang’s flesh-and-blood palm was about to be cleaved in two by Qi Liu’s blade, a familiar dragon’s roar echoed once more. His palm force struck the blade mid-air, half a foot from the edge, like an invisible sword, striking the opponent’s weapon heavily.

“Clang!”

The palm’s shock made the blade emit a painful cry. Qi Liu himself was forced back two steps, his eyes now filled with astonishment as they fixed on Zhang Fang.

The gathered martial heroes all breathed a sigh of relief, but their hearts surged with waves of awe.

Four words flashed simultaneously through everyone’s minds:

Palm Force at a Distance!

In the Jin-style martial world, the ability to injure an enemy with internal force from a distance is nearly the defining line between masters and ordinary wanderers.

Putting aside those blessed with protagonist auras, even in the peak combat power of the “Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils” world, those who can wield palm force to strike at a distance are considered top-tier masters.

Is Zhang Fang such a master?

Certainly not.

Yet he unleashed palm force capable of striking the blade at a distance, powerful enough to push back a skilled fighter like Qi Liu two steps.

This could only mean one thing: the palm technique he used was exquisitely refined, capable of enabling an otherwise average martial artist to manifest strength far beyond their natural ability.

In the martial world, such a skill is known as a supreme secret technique.

Realizing this, the onlookers grew increasingly curious about this “You Tanzhi” and looked at the You family’s two heroes with newfound respect.

Under the complex gazes of the crowd, the battle between Zhang Fang and Qi Liu continued.

After the tense moment, the fight returned to a stalemate. Qi Liu pressed on with fierce blade strikes, while Zhang Fang clumsily but effectively defended with his steel shield. Though awkward and comical, he blocked every seemingly decisive attack, leaving Qi Liu frustrated and unable to find an opening.

As time passed, everyone sensed something was amiss.

Aside from that astonishing palm strike, Zhang Fang’s ordinary moves were hardly remarkable.

Yet even those unremarkable shield techniques stubbornly endured over a hundred strikes from Qi Liu’s onslaught without yielding. How did he manage that?

How was he so difficult to finish off?

Zhang Fang was equally helpless.

Qi Liu’s blade flowed with effortless transitions, never giving Zhang Fang a chance. Whenever he seized an opening to perform the rebound strike, Qi Liu would timely retract his blade to defend.

Thus, Zhang Fang’s rebound never created the expected opening.

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