Note: Knife and blade are the same
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Slaughter Knife Intent: Profound
Slaughter, death, all beings are souls under the blade, and flesh on the chopping block.
Can be applied to any knife technique, increasing the lethality by fifty percent.
"Increasing lethality?"
Xiao Feng felt greatly surprised.
Because this probability issue ignored levels.
Moreover, Xiao Feng saw that this Knife Intent also had level distinctions.
Currently, having just comprehended the Knife Intent, Xiao Feng’s Slaughter Knife Intent was at the Profound level.
After checking, Xiao Feng saw that Knife Intent was divided into four levels.
They were: Profound, Penetrating, Perfect, and Unity.
"I wonder what level this Peng Donglai’s Sword Intent is!"
This artistic conception of blades and swords was much more powerful than evolution abilities.
Looking further, Xiao Feng saw that Peng Donglai’s Sword Intent had actually reached the Penetrating realm.
Seeing Peng Donglai kneeling with one knee, Xiao Feng smiled and said, "Just one move, and you’re already kneeling. How will you block the next three moves?"
"Come again!"
Peng Donglai shouted angrily and slowly stood up.
In the next moment, a formidable aura suddenly emerged.
Within the aura, sword shadows roamed.
"Sword Shadow Stance?"
Xiao Feng raised an eyebrow and chuckled.
Due to having looked at his attributes before, he knew each of his techniques.
However, Peng Donglai was greatly surprised to hear this.
"You... actually recognize the sword techniques I’m using?"
This time, Peng Donglai completely believed that Xiao Feng was also a martial artist.
"Well then, how will you deal with this move?"
Xiao Feng slowly picked up the kitchen knife.
"Evil Buddist Three Cut, Second Move!"
Even though it was just this move, Xiao Feng did not apply the Slaughter Knife Intent.
Even if it was said to be three moves, the first two moves were more of a probing nature.
The blade radiance flickered, and the blade was much more overbearing than the sword.
As the blade descended, thirty-six blade Qi continuously slashed down towards Peng Donglai.
Moreover, the speed was extremely fast.
After displaying the second move, the kitchen knife in Xiao Feng’s hand couldn’t withstand the powerful force and shattered inch by inch.
Seeing this, Xiao Feng couldn’t help shaking his head and sighed, "Ah! It seems I have to find a new weapon again. If only I could forge that meteorite into a kitchen knife!"
Bang!
Peng Donglai was shocked and hastily defended.
However, due to the fast speed, the aura around him instantly shattered.
Another slash.
Peng Donglai raised his sword to counterattack.
"Nine Styles of Heavenly Sword!"
Peng Donglai shouted loudly.
The white clothes fluttered, but he appeared somewhat disheveled.
Under the blade radiance, he was almost exhausted.
However, he blocked more than ten slashes, and there were still more than ten knife Qi falling.
The sword that once shattered fourth and fifth-stage zombies with a single strike now had no slightest counterattack force.
The opponent was just too fast.
At this moment, Peng Donglai felt despair.
This was the first time he felt so oppressed.
And Xiao Feng was also very surprised.
How could the speed of the second move be so fast?
After a little thought, Xiao Feng understood.
It was the "Swift Kitchen Knife" skill.
It increased the kitchen knife’s usage speed by two hundred percent.
So, it led to the knife technique being so swift.
Originally elegant in white, unchanging in the face of Mount Tai, Peng Donglai now looked ragged.
Finally, he resisted Xiao Feng’s second move.
But now, he had no strength left to fight.
One more move, is it possible?
Impossible!
If there’s another move, Peng Donglai would undoubtedly die.
Plop!
Peng Donglai slowly knelt on the ground.
"I lost!"
He had to accept this fact.
But the fact was such that he had to accept it.
In the distance, Zhao Tianling and Bai Zhi were in a difficult-to-distinguish battle.
They paid no attention to Peng Donglai, who had already lost.
Xiao Feng didn’t continue the attack but walked slowly towards Peng Donglai.
Peng Donglai was the first ancient martial artist Xiao Feng had encountered.
In this post-apocalyptic world, there were still many things waiting for Xiao Feng to explore, and ancient martial artists like Peng Donglai were one of them. The information about ancient martial artists might reveal something.
When Xiao Feng approached to about five meters from Peng Donglai, he slowly said, "You lost."
"Yes! I lost!"
Peng Donglai raised his head, looking at Xiao Feng with a defiant look.
"It’s my lack of skill. I was too narrow-minded. I never expected that there are talents beyond talents, and you are indeed the most powerful ancient martial artist I’ve ever seen, even surpassing my master!"
"But..."
Peng Donglai’s tone changed.
"I will defeat you, I will definitely!"
Peng Donglai’s gaze was firm, filled with determination.
"Hehe! You admit your defeat, which already makes you much stronger than many others. But when you say you will defeat me, do you think you still have that chance?"
Xiao Feng smiled, his expression gradually becoming filled with killing intent.
"Do you really think it’s still the world where we settle grievances honorably, following the rules of the martial world? If you defeat me, do you think I’ll give you that chance? Will I leave behind a potential threat and allow it to grow freely, only for it to come back one day and kill me?"
Hearing this, Peng Donglai suddenly froze.
Every word Xiao Feng said was a harsh reality.
Even though it was the post-apocalyptic era, Peng Donglai seemed to have been living in his idealized world of ancient martial arts.
Take what happened just now as an example. He admitted defeat, and the opponent wouldn’t make a lethal move for sure. But now, hearing Xiao Feng’s words, Peng Donglai suddenly felt that everything Xiao Feng said was plausible.
Yeah!
If he were let go, would he strive to cultivate, come back, and kill him?
Originally, this time, he had agreed to let Zhao Tianling kill the other party.
He came here with the intention to kill. How could he not allow the other party to kill him?
"Hehe!"
Peng Donglai suddenly laughed.
At this moment, he had a new understanding of himself and the world.
Slowly raising his head, Peng Donglai said, "Come on! Even if I die, I have fulfilled my promise to Zhao Tianling! I have no regrets in death!"
After saying that, Peng Donglai closed his eyes slowly.
One second, two seconds, three seconds...
More than ten seconds passed, and Peng Donglai still felt no pain.
Opening his eyes, he found that Xiao Feng had already walked far away.
"Why?"
Peng Donglai asked in confusion.
"This life of yours is given by me now. Cherish it!"
Xiao Feng’s voice came from afar.
Peng Donglai was stunned.
.....
In the distance, Zhao Tianling became increasingly alarmed.
His undead fire couldn’t harm the opponent at all, and the opponent’s cold aura even slowed down his spellcasting speed.
At this rate, defeat was inevitable.
But Zhao Tianling was unaware of the reason.
The slowdown in speed was due to Bai Zhi’s cold aura slowly freezing his soul.
"Donglai! Quick, retreat!"
Zhao Tianling decisively prepared to withdraw.
Glancing over, he saw the ground in a mess.
On the asphalt road, there were long trenches extending for tens of meters.
Zhao Tianling immediately recalled the scene where Peng Donglai had split a zombie in half last time.
"Could it be... has the boss already been killed?"
Thinking of this, Zhao Tianling became excited.