The Clan Master Can't possibly Be A Mortal

Chapter 39: Surrounded, Sword Combat Technique

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“Gather the wounded in the center, and just focus on protecting yourselves; leave the rest to me, the Sect Leader,”

Ye Feng took out the Spirit Origin Clock, ready for the impending threat.

Mo Ying immediately cast the “All-Dimensional Spiritual Perception,” scanning the area within a dozen meters radius to prevent any surprise attacks.

With a rustling sound,

seven Tree Demons rushed out from the bushes, each with a humanoid shape, three to five meters tall, covered with vines. Their movement was loud, making it hard for them not to be noticed.

The strongest among them exuded an aura not inferior to that of a Centennial Tree Demon, having reached the High-rank Demon Soldier Level.

The other six Tree Demons were uniformly Middle-Rank Demon Soldiers, all stronger than Jia Yulan.

“Sect Leader, can we win?” Jia Yulan asked worriedly.

“If we truly can’t win, we’ll take off on our swords immediately. As for these people we might not be able to look after them,” Mo Ying said, glancing at the five villagers who were deeply unconscious on the ground.

If they insisted on not leaving, they might all die.

By escaping with some of their number, at least they could preserve a fighting force and spread the word about what happened here.

But then they heard Ye Feng say, “If I can battle four Brother Flatheads, why can’t I defeat a mere seven Tree Demons?”

The disciples paused for a moment upon hearing this.

Right!

The Sect Leader was strong, and with a few of them, it seemed there was no pressure in facing seven Tree Demons.

“Hiss!”

The roughly three-meter-tall Tree Demon Leader emitted a strange sound as the air temperature around them plummeted suddenly, transitioning from the sweltering summer heat into a bitter cold winter.

This was the signal for attack!

All six Middle-Rank Demon Soldiers swung their arms, turning them into dozens of vine lashes as tough as steel, whistling through the air.

“Falling Petals in Profusion!”

Jia Yulan quickly made a hand seal, summoning countless pink petals in the sky, forming a bowl-shaped shield around them.

Being a Second-Grade Spell and close to Major Achievement, its power was nearly at the Perfection Stage of a First-Grade Spell, so its defense was quite formidable.

The vines struck against it, most bouncing off, while those that didn’t were cut by Mo Ying with her Flying Sword, failing to harm them.

Whoosh!

At that moment, Ye Feng leaped forward, without any fluctuation of Spiritual Energy on his body, yet his speed was even faster than when using “Wind Spirit Steps.”

Crack!

Ye Feng enlarged the Spirit Origin Clock to the size of a fist and, with ease, smashed a Middle-Rank Demon Soldier Tree Demon with it, treating it like a rock.

Seeing this, the other Tree Demons’ eyes filled with fear.

A mortal, so powerful?

This thought popped into their minds, but before they could dwell on it, Ye Feng launched his second attack, shattering another Tree Demon.

“Hiss!”

The Tree Demon Leader, realizing this man was rather formidable, immediately ordered a surround tactic, whereas it swelled up to five meters tall, its arms weaving rapidly into two immense wooden mallets, pounding down with heavy force.

But it had underestimated Ye Feng.

Ye Feng landed on the ground, grabbed a vine, and swung like Tarzan up into a tree, dodging the Tree Demon Leader’s strike.

Then, he enlarged the Spirit Origin Clock to two meters high and smashed down with all his might.

Dong!

Like the sound of a tolling bell, the Tree Demon Leader was crushed, its body exploding, silenced.

The eyes of the other Tree Demons narrowed to the size of pinholes, evidently terrified to the extreme.

“Poor Tree Demons, can’t even gasp in shock, not to mention not knowing how to say ‘holy shit,’” Ye Feng watched the few Tree Demons that were frantically fleeing and muttered to himself.

Not even knowing how to shout “holy shit,” how pitiful!

Thinking this, Ye Feng bent a tree with force, launched himself, and with one punch each, pierced through the remaining Tree Demons. In no time, they all lay on the ground, lifeless.

“All clear!”

Ye Feng patted his hands together and retracted the Spirit Origin Clock.

However, as Ye Feng looked at Long Tianxing and his companions in the distance, he didn’t see admiration on their faces; instead, he noticed they were continuously waving their hands as if they were shouting something.

This scene seemed somewhat familiar to Ye Feng.

“There’s trouble behind me!”

Ye Feng suddenly became alert and turned around to throw a punch.

He was not like those foolish teammates often seen in movies, who remain oblivious despite everyone else’s frantic warnings.

Sure enough, as Ye Feng turned around, he saw a monster about two meters tall, resembling a huge rooster with a crocodile’s head, lunging at him.

His punch landed squarely on the monster’s throat.

“Gobble gobble gobble ”

The monster was sent flying backward, breaking a tree before crashing to the ground. Its two sharp claws flailed wildly, easily shredding the surrounding trees.

“These claws!”

Ye Feng’s eyes widened.

If he were to be caught by those claws, not a single piece of fabric on him would remain intact.

“It’s a Lower Rank Demon Soldier-level ‘Croc-Chicken Beast,’ with claws that are fine materials for refining. These demonic beasts usually live in groups. The appearance of one indicates that many more are nearby.”

Mo Ying immediately cautioned.

Ye Feng instantly became vigilant, indeed hearing the sound of chicken cries rapidly approaching from all around.

Thud thud thud

The dense sound of footsteps grew closer.

Before long, Ye Feng and his group were surrounded by more than a dozen Croc-Chicken Beasts.

Since the Croc-Chicken Beasts had eyes on either side of their heads, they looked at people in a manner similar to ordinary chickens—their heads moving from side to side, which appeared particularly comical.

“Gobble gobble gobble!”

A Middle Rank Demon Soldier-level Croc-Chicken Beast with a fiery red body let out a piercing scream, commanding the other beasts to maintain a circular formation as they swooped towards Ye Feng and the others.

“Streaming Light Sword Qi!”

Mo Ying finally found the opportunity to make a move, forming a sword gesture with her hand and spinning it in mid-air.

The Breeze-riding Sword swiftly struck out, spinning in the air as well. Everywhere it passed, the heads of the Croc-Chicken Beasts were sliced off. They continued to run forward several steps before collapsing to the ground with a thunderous fall, neatly dead.

In the end, only the Middle Rank Demon Soldier-level Croc-Chicken Beast leader was left, staring down Ye Feng and his companions.

“Gobble gobble gobble!”

The Croc-Chicken Beast leader took off running wildly.

But with a flick of Mo Ying’s finger, the Breeze-riding Sword accelerated and cleaved it in two.

Since then, whether it was Tree Demons or Croc-Chicken Beasts, they were all dealt with by Ye Feng and his companions.

“Senior Sister Mo, that move was incredible! How did you control the Flying Sword to circle around?” Long Tianxing’s face was full of admiration.

“Every practitioner of the Sword Control Technique is connected to their Flying Sword by an invisible stream of energy, like a rope. I controlled the sword to spin rapidly through that stream, creating a circular cutting effect.”

Mo Ying paused, “I’ve named this method of controlling the Flying Sword Sword Combat Technique!”

“That’s awesome!” Long Tianxing admired her even more.

Jia Yulan thought it was magical and felt like learning it too, but it was not the right moment to ask.

Upon hearing this, Ye Feng’s eyes widened suddenly.

Sword Combat Technique?

He wondered if it was really a technique for fighting with guns!

If it were, it would truly be terrifying.

After today’s incident, Ye Feng believed that Mo Ying was unmistakably talented and might one day create an entirely new Sword Control Technique, astounding all around.

However, recalling that this place was perilous, Ye Feng quickly urged:

“We shouldn’t stay here long; we need to withdraw quickly!”