Chapter 130 Royal Power Yuan Zhisheng's double swords launched like a violent storm. His long sword chopped down from top to bottom with unparalleled momentum, as if to cut the entire street in half. At the same time, the short sword in his other hand stabbed out from a strange angle, looking for the enemy's flaw like a poisonous snake. "Clang!" Lu Mingfei's wooden sword once again met the attack of the long sword. The huge impact force made him feel a slight numbness in his arm. “Dragon Bone Mode…” Lu Mingfei’s fingers holding the wooden sword tightened slightly. He could feel that the opponent’s strength and momentum surged in an instant, like a giant dragon awakening from the abyss. But he did not retreat at all. At the moment when the wooden sword and the long sword collided violently, sparks exploded in the air, reflecting the focused eyes of the two men. Yuan Zhisheng's attack was far from over. His steps were as graceful as a dancer. The two swords in his hands turned like wheels, shining with cold light. The trajectory of the blades was almost invisible. Every strike was extremely precise, with a perfect combination of strength and speed, like thunder in a storm, leaving the enemy no chance to breathe. Lu Mingfei's wooden sword was like a small boat, floating in the violent wind and waves, but he was able to cleverly resolve Yuan Zhisheng's attacks every time. His movements seemed simple, but he managed to block fatal attacks every time, interpreting the game between life and death like art. Yuan Zhisheng's blade attacked him again, this time with a sharp rotation, the long sword and the short sword intertwined like two hunting poisonous snakes. Lu Mingfei held the wooden sword across his chest, blocking the interlaced sword lights. "Clang!" The huge recoil force made Lu Mingfei take a half step back, and the ground under his feet cracked into tiny cracks in this impact. “He truly deserves to be known as the King of the Eight Snake Clans.” Lu Mingfei exclaimed in admiration. He could feel that every blow from his opponent was filled with unreserved murderous intent, leaving no room for maneuver and giving no chance to breathe.
Yuan Zhisheng did not speak. His eyes were filled with the enthusiasm and concentration of fighting. With the help of the dragon bone mode, his strength and speed had already surpassed the limits of human beings. Every strike of his sword seemed to be able to tear through the air. “But you’re not the only one who knows the Dragon Bone Mode.” As soon as the words fell, the bones in Lu Mingfei’s body began to make crisp sounds, and a golden light flashed in his eyes. He stomped his foot on the ground and rushed towards Yuan Zhisheng like an arrow. Yuan Zhisheng's pace also suddenly quickened. His figure flashed before Lu Mingfei's eyes. The next moment, his two swords slashed towards Lu Mingfei's waist and shoulders like lightning. Lu Mingfei did not choose to retreat. He thrust his wooden sword forward suddenly, meeting Yuan Zhisheng's attack with absolute decisiveness. "Boom!" The double swords collided with the wooden sword again, like a roar of thunder. The violent impact made the two men retreat at the same time, and the ground under their feet was cracked by the vibration. There was a flash of astonishment in Yuan Zhisheng's eyes. He didn't expect that his strength would be suppressed when the dragon bone mode was activated. Moreover, it seemed that Lu Mingfei on the opposite side had not used his full strength. This was the first time that someone could suppress him simply by strength when he activated the dragon bone mode. However, Yuan Zhisheng did not intend to admit defeat. He swung the Spider Cutter in his hand again, and the bright silver blade light was like a roaring lion. Satsuma Ittoryu: Lion Appearance Lu Mingfei was equally undeterred, brandishing two wooden swords, Yuan Zhisheng's lion manifestation came like a thunderstorm. The blade of the long sword tore through the air, carrying an unmatched momentum. The short sword was like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue, piercing Lu Mingfei's vitals from a strange angle. The trajectories of the swords intersected in mid-air, like two silver lightning bolts, cutting through the night with ruthless murderous intent. Lu Mingfei's eyes were as calm as water, his breathing was slow and even, at that moment he entered a state of nothingness and selflessness, his wooden sword swung lightly, as precise and impeccable as a mathematical formula. Ertian Sunshine is the most exquisite double-sword technique of Ertian Ichiryu. The two wooden swords cooperate perfectly, like the sun and the moon shining together, integrating offense and defense into one. "Clang clang clang!" The collision between the two swords and the wooden sword was continuous like a storm, and sparks flew in the air. With every clash, the force surged like a tsunami, shaking the ground and causing gravel to fly. Violent winds blew up dust and waste paper on the streets. The neon lights twisted and flickered in the dust. The whole Shinjuku seemed to be shrouded in the storm of this battle. Yuan Zhisheng's attack was as fierce as a storm. Every strike of his sword was ruthless and precise. When the two swords crossed, countless sword lights appeared and surrounded Lu Mingfei. This was the pinnacle of Satsuma sword style, which perfectly combined speed, strength and skill, like a roaring lion. However, Lu Mingfei's wooden sword was like flowing water. His movements seemed random, but he could always block Yuan Zhisheng's fatal blow at the last moment. The two wooden swords were like willow leaves in the wind, flexible but unbreakable. The wooden sword in the left hand blocked the thrust of Yuan Zhisheng's short sword, while the wooden sword in the right hand accurately blocked the chopped attack of his long sword, resolving it just right. After a crossfire of blades, Yuan Zhisheng suddenly flashed and disappeared from Lu Mingfei's sight. This was his killer move, the Heart-Shaped Sword Flow·Rakshasa Ghost Bone, his fastest and sharpest killer sword. He disappeared into thin air like a gust of wind. When he appeared again, the long sword had already attacked from below, pointing directly at Lu Mingfei's side, while the short sword slashed from behind, blocking all his escape routes. Lu Mingfei was not at all panicked. The double-sword technique he had practiced for two days gave him a dual consciousness, allowing him to respond to attacks from different directions at the same time. Just when Yuan Zhisheng's long sword was about to touch him, Lu Mingfei's wooden sword moved like lightning.
"Snap!" The wooden sword in his left hand swept across suddenly, knocking Yuan Zhisheng's short sword out of his hand and smashing it into the concrete wall next to him, making a dull impact sound, while the wooden sword in his right hand chopped down like thunder and collided head-on with Yuan Zhisheng's long sword. "Boom!!!" Two huge forces exploded at the moment of collision, like a roar of thunder. The ground instantly cracked, and the cracks spread like a spider web. The surrounding billboards were clanged by the shock wave, and a street lamp exploded with a "pop", and broken glass flew everywhere. Yuan Zhisheng's pupils shrank slightly, and his hands trembled slightly. His sword skills had already surpassed the limit, but Lu Mingfei's double swordsmanship was not inferior, and even suppressed his momentum, which made Yuan Zhisheng's eyes brighter, and the excitement of fighting burned in his blood. "Very good..." Yuan Zhisheng whispered, his body leaning forward slightly, the golden light in his eyes became more and more scorching, and the whole person was like an awakened dragon. His bones made crisp sounds again, and his breath became more violent. Lu Mingfei was as calm as water, like an isolated island standing in the storm. Although the dragon blood in his body was burning and the power was boiling, there was no ripple in his heart. In his eyes, there was only the moment of victory or defeat, and no extra emotions. They both moved at the same time. "Boom!" Their figures crossed each other in an instant on the street. The collision between the swords and the wooden swords caused a thunderous sound. In just one second, the two had fought dozens of times. The wooden swords and long swords flashed like light and shadow, and the afterimages intertwined to form a deadly web on the street. During the violent attack, Lu Mingfei's wooden sword suddenly changed direction and counterattacked at a strange angle. This attack came without any warning, but was extremely accurate, like an eagle's claw catching prey, and it seized Yuan Zhisheng's flaw in an instant. "Bang!" The wooden sword hit Yuan Zhisheng's shoulder heavily, accompanied by the dull sound of broken bones. At that moment, Yuan Zhisheng's body shook violently, and the long sword flew out of his hand, hitting the ground with a crisp sound. Yuan Zhisheng staggered back a few steps, feeling a sharp pain in his shoulder. Blood dripped down his arm onto the ground, staining the cracks under his feet red. Lu Mingfei slowly retracted the wooden sword and breathed slightly, but his eyes remained calm. The outcome was already decided and no extra words were needed. "It's over." Lu Mingfei said lightly. Yuan Zhisheng half-knelt on the ground and gasped violently. He knew that he had already lost. He lowered his head and looked at the bloodstain on his shoulder, a bitter smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. In the head-on confrontation, he was crushed by the other party in kendo and strength, and he lost sincerely. But as the emperor of the Sheqi Eight Clans, he would not allow himself to lose this battle for the survival of the Sheqi Eight Clans. "Sorry, the battle is not over yet. The next one will be a battle between hybrids." Yuan Zhisheng slowly stood up from the ground, chanting an unknown language in his mouth, which was loud and shocking, like the roar of ancient bells in a Buddhist temple in the mountains. A transparent, fluorescent field expanded from his body and spread to the surroundings. Word Spirit·Royal Power! As Yuan Zhisheng's royal domain surged out like a tide, the air seemed to solidify in an instant, and the feeling of oppression was like an invisible mountain smashing down on Lu Mingfei's body. The concrete floor under his feet made a crisp "cracking" sound, and cracks spread along his ankles to the surroundings, and even his ankles sank directly into the ground. Lu Mingfei clenched his teeth, and beads of cold sweat appeared on his forehead. Gravity was like an invisible mountain, pressing down heavily on his body, making it difficult for him to even breathe. Yuan Zhisheng's royal domain spread in the air, rippling like water waves, carrying unquestionable majesty and oppression. Lu Mingfei could even feel that all the bones in his body were crackling, as if they would be crushed at any time. This is the power of the Eight Emperors of Sheqi, the Word Spirit·Royal Power. People in the realm of royal power must bear dozens or even hundreds of times the weight. The blood will break through the skin from the bottom of the body and flow out, causing severe ischemia in the brain. In order to avoid cerebral blood loss, they have to kneel down or even bow their heads. But even if you kowtow, you may not survive. As the power of the kingship continues to grow, the releaser can break the bones of anyone, and their corpses will be flush with the ground. Although it is called "kingship", it is not a kingly conquest at all, but an extremely overbearing super gravity imposed on the opponent, slowly and mercilessly crushing the opponent. "Kneel down." Yuan Zhisheng's voice was as cold as iron, carrying an irresistible force. His figure became taller and taller in the realm of royal power, his eyes shone with golden light, like an ancient emperor looking down at a traitor who challenged his authority. Every word exploded in Lu Mingfei's ears like thunder, and the pressure became heavier and heavier, as if to crush him to the ground completely. "You want me to kneel down?" Lu Mingfei whispered, with a hint of anger in his voice, "Then you are not qualified." As his words fell, a violent power awakened in his body. His golden pupils suddenly shrank into vertical pupils. His bones roared like cracking rocks. The blood under his skin became hot, like hot lava flowing in his body. Lu Mingfei's originally well-proportioned body instantly turned into a muscular man, with a metallic luster flowing on the surface of his skin. "Crack!" He stomped his legs suddenly, shattering the cracked cement under his feet. The fragments flew like bullets. His back was straight, and his shoulders trembled slightly, but they never bent again. His figure appeared like an unshakable mountain in the realm of royal power, and he would never waver no matter how strong the storm was. Word Spirit Bronze Throne Lu Mingfei walked slowly towards Yuan Zhisheng holding a wooden sword. Yuan Zhisheng's face changed drastically immediately. This was the first time someone could act normally after he released the king's power.
Yuan Zhisheng's royal domain is still expanding, and the sense of oppression in the air is getting stronger and stronger, as if the whole world is leaning towards him, but Lu Mingfei remains unmoved and continues to move towards him. "It's over." Lu Mingfei whispered. His wooden sword chopped down like thunder, hitting the double swords that Yuan Zhisheng had just picked up with incredible precision, knocking the two sharp blades away. The double swords spun in the air and finally fell weakly to the ground with a dull thud. Lu Mingfei's wooden sword hit Yuan Zhisheng's shoulder without any obstruction. With a sound of bones cracking like popping beans, Yuan Zhisheng's body was directly chopped away, knocking over a group of men in black behind him. The royal domain collapsed instantly. "Young Master!!!" A group of men in black cried out and rushed towards Yuan Zhisheng. Yuan Zhisheng fell heavily to the ground with blood gushing from his mouth, but he struggled to stand up, his eyes fixed on Lu Mingfei's figure. The other men in black pulled out guns from their pockets and aimed at the monstrous Lu Mingfei. The heads of the eight Sheqi families standing in the front also opened up their own domains and prepared to release their spiritual words. Word Spirit·Thunder Pond Word Spirit, Vortex Blade Word Spirit Immortality Word Spirit: Setsuna …… Facing several high-level word spirits and hundreds of guns at the same time, Lu Mingfei had no intention of retreating. A chanting voice, even louder than Yuan Zhisheng's just now, came from his mouth. The domain of Word Spirit·Royal Power expanded again, but this time the one who released it was Lu Mingfei, and the scope of the domain also expanded several times. The streets of Shinjuku fell into an eerie silence. Lu Mingfei's domain of authority surged like a tide, ruthlessly crushing all forces of resistance. A suffocating sense of oppression permeated the air, as if the entire world was under his control. Those high-ranking members of the Eight Snake Families and the men in black, who had just been so ferocious, were pressed to the ground by an invisible giant hand. Their bodies had completely lost the power to resist. Their foreheads rested on the cold concrete floor, and they couldn't even lift a finger. Lu Mingfei stood quietly in front of them, his golden pupils flashing with a cold light, as if he were an emperor overlooking all living beings, or like a fully awakened dragon, majestic, cold, and unquestionable. Yuan Zhisheng raised his head with difficulty, his body trembling in pain, sweat and blood dripping down his face. He looked at Lu Mingfei, there was no more resentment and anger in his eyes, only shock. "This is impossible..." Yuan Zhisheng murmured, "Royal power... How could you also possess royal power..." Lu Mingfei's eyes were cold. The whisper was not worth answering. He walked forward slowly. Each step was like a heavy hammer hitting the hearts of the kneeling men in black. Those once invincible underworld leaders were now crawling on the ground like ants. Their will was completely destroyed at this moment. "I said," Lu Mingfei stopped in front of Yuan Zhisheng, looking down at him, his voice indifferent and majestic, "You are not qualified to make me kneel down." The heavy pressure in the royal domain continued. Those who tried to resist groaned in pain. Their bones kept cracking under the tremendous pressure and could break at any time. Their spirits had already collapsed and they only hoped that all this would end as soon as possible. Lu Mingfei swung the wooden sword lightly, and the air cracked under his blade, but he did not inflict more punishment, but took back the power of the royal domain. The invisible pressure receded like the tide, but everyone was still kneeling there motionless. Even after regaining their freedom, they did not dare to look up at the figure again. "Let's go." Lu Mingfei said lightly, as if everything that had just happened was just a trivial matter. "I don't want any accidents to happen at tomorrow's trial. If tomorrow's trial cannot proceed smoothly, then your Sheqi Eight Clan will be completely destroyed." This sentence was like an icy judgment, determining the fate of the Eight Clans of Sheqi. Lu Mingfei's body slowly returned to its original state. At that moment, his golden pupils faded, his muscles contracted, and the metallic luster flowing on his skin gradually faded. He turned back into the seemingly ordinary boy, but that indifferent and determined back was deeply imprinted in everyone's heart. The streets of Shinjuku were shrouded in darkness. The wind swept across the empty streets, blowing up the dust and fallen leaves on the ground. Lu Mingfei's figure gradually blended into the darkness, like a giant dragon lurking in the night, disappearing into the distance with unfathomable power.
The battle is over, and the Eight Clans of Sheqi have only one choice: obey or be destroyed. (End of this chapter)