Starforce Warriors-Chapter 480: I’m Invincible Under The Heaven (2)

In the east, in the Great Xia military camp in Haijing City, the towering figure of Chen Zhishun, the camp’s commanding officer, stood with an expression of growing fury.

A golden-haired man with a broad, inverted triangle physique was standing across him. A cigar dangled from his mouth as he puffed smoke rings. His figure had an air of carefree arrogance.

The man kept his eyes on Chen Zhishun as he chuckled. "Chen Zhishun, as long as I’m here, you’d best stay in your camp and abandon any foolish idea of aiding Lu Xufeng."

"Move aside," Chen Zhishun said coldly, his voice filled with an icy resolve.

Even knowing the man before him was Aztast, the second-ranked Saint on Haijing City’s list of powerful individuals, Chen’s patience was wearing dangerously thin. His friend was caught in a deadly ambush.

The golden-haired man shook his head.

"Chen, as a fellow soldier, I admire your commitment to duty. But I regret to inform you, I cannot disobey my orders. If you step out of this camp today, Great Xia will lose not one, but two Saints."

He took another drag from his cigar, shrugged, and stood his ground. Chen Zhishun inhaled deeply, his chest rising and falling with restrained anger. Then, he lifted his foot and strode toward the camp’s exit.

***

"Principal Lu, it’s time for you to go," Tsukiha Tensō said coldly as he unleashed another forbidden technique.

The shadow of the Ocean-Walking White Ape reappeared behind him as water element energy of heaven and earth began to gather.

At the same time, the invisible jade sword in You Longzi’s hand trembled slightly as sword intent started to condense. Swirling, visible sword qi formed a vortex, clearly signaling the preparation of a devastating strike. The two Saints were about to join forces.

"How entertaining," Li Xiaofei suddenly laughed, his tone laced with mockery. "I always thought Saints would at least try to maintain some dignity. But ambushes and gang-style beatdowns? This isn’t much different from a street brawl, is it?"

Tsukiha Tensō replied indifferently, "Victory or defeat defines the narrative. In the face of results, methods are irrelevant."

You Longzi remained silent, his expression void of emotion. To him, Li Xiaofei wasn’t even worth a response.

In that tense moment, Lu Xufeng’s voice sounded quietly in Li Xiaofei’s ear in a secret transmission.

When the fight begins, I have a way to get you out of here. Remember, return to Xiajing City, and don’t come back to Haijing until you’ve become a Great Saint.

It wasn’t enough to simply become a Saint. Only a Great Saint could reclaim the dignity lost today.

"Is it worth it?" Li Xiaofei asked, looking at Lu Xufeng.

He understood now. Lu Xufeng had already dismissed thoughts of his own survival. Perhaps he had foreseen this outcome from the moment he decided to intervene today. Yet, despite that, he had come here. All to save a stranger he barely knew.

"Is it worth it?" Li Xiaofei asked the question earnestly.

Lu Xufeng smiled faintly. He was fearless in the face of an imminent combined fatal strike from two Saints.

"I’m a teacher," Lu Xufeng said softly. "From the plagiarism controversy to the admissions scandal, I know about it all."

Li Xiaofei was startled.

How could Principal Lu know about such minor and personal incidents?

"Consider this Great Xia's way of making amends to you," Lu Xufeng sighed. "Someone has to step forward and protect the younger generation of Great Xia’s martial artists."

His tone had never been so solemn. Li Xiaofei could feel a deep sense of reverence and sacred duty in it.

"This country is sick," Lu Xufeng continued, his voice heavy. "There’s rot in its flesh, maggots crawling through, and parasites feeding on it. But I still hope you can believe... that it can be saved."

He sighed again, as the weight of his words lingered in the air.

Li Xiaofei noticed something peculiar; Principal Lu seemed to sigh a lot. From the moment he appeared until now, less than ten minutes, he had already sighed nine times.

What kind of experiences could have led a Saint like him to develop such an unconscious habit? Perhaps... It was the sheer weight he carried on his shoulders.

When he looked at the man before him, clearly in his middle years, yet already streaked with premature gray at his temples, Li Xiaofei felt deeply shaken by his earlier words.

Great Xia might not be at peace. The menace of the star beasts had never truly receded while the troubles caused by powerful clans were ceaseless. The times were far from tranquil.

Yet, over a hundred millions citizens still lived securely within the walls of the nation. Why? They relied on those who quietly bore the burdens of the world.

"Thank you," Li Xiaofei said, smiling sincerely. "But, Principal Lu, this time, I’ll have to decline your kindness."

Lu Xufeng looked at him with a hint of surprise.

"Today, I really can’t leave."

Because I really want to put on a show.

He raised his hand for the third time and finally succeeded in touching the back of his head. There, three strands of green hair stood out. Li Xiaofei pinched one between his fingers and gently plucked it out.

In the next instant, the world changed. An invisible force spread from him almost like the manifestation of a universal law as it enveloped the entire area.

Li Xiaofei felt an overwhelming, unstoppable surge of pure sword intent filling his body. It coursed through every organ, every bone, every fiber of his flesh, and even the deepest recesses of his cells.

With a sword in hand, the world is mine to command!

An unyielding and invincible aura of dominance and heroism erupted within him. He raised his hand and summoned it. The long-lost rusty sword materialized once again.

Buzzing.

The mottled, rust-covered sword began to tremble. The patches of rust on its surface fell away, transforming into specks of crimson starlight that swirled and danced around the blade. A radiant, gleaming sword blade shimmered like polished silver.

Li Xiaofei was taken aback.

This rusty sword... can actually transform into this?

Holding the sword, Li Xiaofei felt an overwhelming surge of strength. He had the distinct impression that he could cleave the earth itself in two with a single swing.

This immense power made him wary. So, he refrained from using too much strength. Instead, he simply swung lightly in the direction of Tsukiha Tensō, who had fully charged his forbidden technique.

Shhhht!

A streak of silvery-white sword qi sliced through the air. It wasn’t grand or overwhelming, nor was it particularly fast. Yet, it glided forward with deceptive simplicity. It cut through the clouds in the sky. It sliced through the aura of a Saint. It pierced through the phantom of the Ocean-Walking White Ape.

And finally, it cleaved through Tsukiha Tensō, who had just finished preparing his ultimate technique. The Jiepeng Saint's face froze in an expression of utter disbelief as the energy within his body rapidly collapsed.

The protective phantom of the Ocean-Walking White Ape vanished. The powerful, oppressive aura he had built up dissipated like smoke in the wind.

"G-ghhh..." A guttural sound escaped from Tsukiha Tensō’s throat.

His face was etched with disbelief as his wide eyes filled with shock. With great difficulty, he lifted his hand to point at Li Xiaofei, as if trying to say something.

Splurt!

A thin crimson line appeared between his brows. In that instant, all strength drained from Tsukiha Tensō’s body. The line of blood rapidly grew in length. Saintly blood sprayed through the air as the hair-thin crimson line scythed through the Saint’s body, severing him into two perfectly symmetrical halves.

The cleaved remains of the Saint’s body crashed heavily into the dust below.

For a moment, the world itself fell utterly silent. A Saint had fallen. Tsukiha Tensō had been correct; today, a Saint would indeed die. But it wasn’t Lu Xufeng. It was himself.

"Ah... ah..."

On the rooftop, the waiter from the nearby café lay sprawled on the ground, his mouth opening and closing in meaningless cries of terror. Even he didn’t know what he was trying to say.

In that moment, it seemed he had lost the ability to form coherent speech altogether. His body trembled violently, and his eyes were filled with sheer terror as they landed on Li Xiaofei.

Yet, no one was more terrified than the seventh-ranked Saint of Haijing City, You Longzi. Despite his strength as the seventh most powerful individual in Haijing City, You Longzi had no understanding of what had just transpired.

How did Li Xiaofei suddenly become so overwhelmingly powerful?

How come Tsukiha Tensō, one of the city's top three Saints, couldn’t even manage to block such an ordinary-looking sword qi before meeting his end?

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The death of a Saint wasn’t supposed to be so abrupt. Yet, it had undeniably happened. The third-ranked Saint of Haijing City, Tsukiha Tensō, had been felled by a casual swing from a junior wielding an unassuming blade.

Li Xiaofei turned as his gaze fell on You Longzi, who felt like he had been plunged into a freezing abyss as a wave of icy dread washed over him. In an instant, You Longzi realized the dire truth. With Tsukiha Tensō dead, the balance of power had irrevocably shifted, and he was in grave danger.

If Li Xiaofei could kill the third-ranked Saint with such ease, then eliminating the seventh-ranked You Longzi would be no different from slaughtering livestock.

The looming specter of death was undeniable. Letting out a strangled cry, You Longzi turned and fled without hesitation. He no longer had the courage to fight.

Sword Escape!

The invisible jade sword sped through the air like a flash of lightning, breaking through space with incredible speed. You Longzi had attached himself to the sword light. This was his most trusted escape technique, one that had saved him countless times from certain death.

Li Xiaofei glanced at the rusty sword in his hand. A sudden flash of inspiration surged within him. He didn’t bother to chase, and instead raised his hand and swung down lightly. A blade of sword qi emerged from his blade.

It was still that plain, unremarkable sword qi. It still cut through the air effortlessly. Though it seemed slow, it immediately closed the several thousand meters to the fleeing You Longzi in an instant.

"Please, no! Spare me..." You Longzi cried out in desperation as his soul nearly fled his body.

But before he could finish speaking, the silvery-white sword qi had already passed through his body. The famous fence-sitter of Haijing City, ranked seventh on the power rankings, and the leader of the Heavenly Dragon Sect, was cleaved in two from his crotch to the top of his head. His two halves were sent flying forward, hundreds of meters away, before tumbling to the ground below.

Another Saint had fallen. Li Xiaofei beckoned with his hand, and the invisible jade sword curved gracefully through the air, like a swallow returning to its nest, before landing gently in his palm.

A fine sword indeed! In the hands of someone like You Longzi, it had been a waste of its potential, a pearl cast before swine.

"This sword and I are destined for one another," Li Xiaofei said with satisfaction.

Meanwhile, Principal Lu stood to the side, utterly stunned. He had witnessed countless strange phenomena and miracles in his lifetime. But what had just unfolded before his eyes could not simply be called a miracle. It was... a divine act!

No words, no matter how exaggerated, could fully capture the absurdity of what had happened. A boy who had yet to even reach the Five Spirits Realm had slain two renowned Saints with just two swings of his sword.

Principal Lu’s lips moved, as if he wanted to say something. But all the countless thoughts swirling in his mind condensed into one sentence: two words.

“Damn it.”

The words that slipped out were far from appropriate for the esteemed principal of Zhendan University to utter. But within those two words was an immense joy, so palpable that even Huang Fulai, who was speeding toward them in the distance, ready to lay down his life, could clearly feel it.