Stepping onto the platform, Wei Jian was greeted by stares of disdain from foes and fellow peers. Surrounded by the full force of the Thousand Viper sect, Wei Jian alone had to take them down. From the details and mannerisms of each individual.
He could tell that two individuals were a significant threat to him. Both had blood-red hair and their skins were as ripe as a coconut. Just like Wei Jian, they stood with strength at their feet, not showing any signs of fear. Their piercing golden gaze, seemly looking into his very soul.
With a snap of a finger, the viper disciples would scatter and get ready. At the same time, some conjured their qi to create a barrier to enclose Wei Jian. In comparison, the rest readied their blades, swords, daggers, and needles. The ground began to boil and smoke, as the disciples released their venom. Still, the two didn't move an inch.
With the crack of steel clashing, the silence would finally break. The rest too would follow suit and rush in swinging with full force. Multiple waves of venom came at once; surely Wei Jian had no way of escape, was what every single one thought. Yet covered in a varied kind of venoms, Wei Jian was unharmed.
The venoms simply burned off parts of his clothes, revealing the dazzling thin chainmail's intricate ring pattern that Wei Jian wore. From his subspace ring, Wei Jian retrieved a sword just a little longer than his arm's length. With a twirl and swing of the blade, the Viper disciples were pushed backward.
Having seen Wei Jian in action, the two redheads would finally enter the fold. With their entrance, the rest of the Viper disciples gave up willingly.
" We the Blood Hydra Twins will face you" the two would declare in sync.
" I, Ma Fenge, shall face you first!"
Unlike his peers, Ma Fenge forced Wei Jian to move. Their weapons clashed and surprisingly, Wei Jian was the one that was pushed off balance. Barely escaping a major wound on his chest, had he not been wearing his chainmail.
Song Meihu, Hao Xinyue, Guo Xiaoqing, and Ren Xiaoli would jump with freight. Ma Fenge would change the direction of his sword mid-swing. Aiming directly toward Wei Jian's unguarded weak spots. And weak spots he did find. Wei Jian's left side was left empty of any protection.
Wei Jian noticing the strike would reach out with his palm. Coating his entire arm with qi to brace himself against Ma Fenge's incredible strength. When they came into contact, an explosion would engulf the stage with dust.
" Platinum Cicada: Metallic Shriek!" Wei Jian would rush with his sword two-handed.
With a silver streak treading after each of his moves. It laid out that, Wei Jian in that split five seconds of confusion. Had stricken Ma Fenge a total of fifty-eight times. The last strike would force Wei Jian to fend off Ma Fenge unarmed.
When the dust finally dissipated, Wei Jian was in a stance that forced him to use eight limbs. While Ma Fenge still held his sword, his clothes were in tatters. In comparison his body was just scratched, leaving behind minor shallow wounds.
Wei Jian's sword which was stuck in his shoulder would slowly begin to melt and a puddle of melted iron would form.
" This is it? This is the man Elder Wan Enlai warned me about!" Ma Fenge was infuriated
His body began to molt and his body began to exude a horrible stench. In a few seconds, he was entire body was as purple as a clematis. His veins are the size of tiny coconut larvae.
" Grandfather told you to not use that, you idiot!" Ma Hong Shouted from the sidelines.
Ma Fenge would toss aside his sword and get into a crouching tiger stance. His fingers and nails dripped poison nonstop. His eyes were bloodshot but that was not a negative thing. Instead, it made his eyes sharper.
In a blink, Wei Jian was pushed quite back, the spot he was punched. Was left bruised and his skin was numbed. With that Wei Jian knew he had to finish assessing Ma Fenge. Just like that, he rushed with an uppercut enhanced with qi. While Ma Fenge would throw his own downwards, just as fast.
To be continued…