Ultragenic Warlord

Chapter 791: A Peerless Blade

Li Feng sucked in a deep breath. A sword weighing ten thousand kilograms? He could tell the mammoth was truly a wuxia fan...

The golden mammoth raised his sword. "My sword will strike at no nameless foe! State your identity!"

"I'm Li Feng, from Team Zenith!" Li Feng proclaimed.

The golden mammoth nodded gravely as he swung the sword with his trunk. A single, simple swing sent the whole valley trembling from the impact. The golden mammoth's near-limitless strength elevated the plain, unadorned sword to new heights.

"[Light Dragon's Remnants]!" Li Feng marshaled his genetic energy into the form of a large number of white dragons, which were all torn apart by the sword energy derived from the mammoth's swing.

Li Feng was shocked that a native of the third realm was able to produce sword energy.

The golden mammoth's sword energy was like a glacier, strong and unyielding, smashing into everything in its way.

"[Dance of the Incandescent Wyrm]!" Li Feng summoned dozens of serpents, flaring with blinding light.

Even so, the mammoth's unadorned blade smashed most of the serpents apart, leaving only a rare few who passed by unscathed. However, those serpents couldn't harm the golden mammoth through his staggering defense. His muscles were all bunched up, as though he were wearing a suit of heavy armor.

The mammoth's sword swung closer and closer to Li Feng, giving off an aura of blizzard and frost.

"[Arclight Dragon's Imprint]!" With a shout, Li Feng waved his left arm, around which a torrent of light-attuned genetic energy was gathering. It took the form of a gigantic dragon's claw, bearing down on the mammoth's blade.

The explosion shook the entire valley. As the ice and snow cleared, amidst a barrier of white light, Li Feng was hurriedly retreating from the golden mammoth.

Thankfully, the golden mammoth couldn't keep up. Though he was faster than the rest of his kind, his body was still made for lumbering rather than rapid movement.

"Just how did you learn such a technique?!" Li Feng was shocked by his strength.

The golden mammoth replied, "Not only do I frequently go to the draconian world to listen to stories about Earth's ancient heroes, I also hunt out in the wild. Every day, in blizzard or snowstorm, I swing my sword ten thousand times against the elements themselves.

"At first, the sword was so heavy that I could barely lift it up for ten swings, let alone a hundred, a thousand, or all ten thousand, but as I trained myself, the sword gradually grew lighter. The ten thousand strikes that used to take me the entire day and night began to take up only the day, and after that, only the morning.

"Among the mammoths of the tribe, I didn't use to be anything special. As I continued my unusual training, however, I grew stronger and stronger. Even those who were once stronger than me have long since become unable to defeat me. Before I knew it, no one but the herdleader of the mammoths could do anything about me, and I became the successor to the herd!"

"Oh? Very well, then—take this! [Light's Bulwark: Draconic Fist]!" Li Feng punched forward, his right arm covered by radiant scales. A dragon of light materialized around his arm and shot toward the golden mammoth, who swung his blade once more.

The plain sword vanquished the dragon in a single swing.

"I had the herd make me an even heavier sword, with which I smashed apart the floating pieces of ice in the icy river. I slew the genetic lifeforms that emerged from the river every day for thirty years, until I was easily able to break the ice and even the frozen ground nearby. I grew so strong that even the herdleader had to be careful when sparring with me."

In other words, this was the tale of how a wuxia fanatic grew to become a wuxia protagonist himself...

Somehow, the golden mammoth, who had been so enraptured by wuxia legends that he began to train following those methods, had succeeded in his objective. Only his physique and racial constitution had allowed him to accomplish such a feat.

"[Light's Bulwark: Dragon's Teeth]!" Finding that his punch was useless, Li Feng charged up for a stronger attack. Concentrated light-attuned genetic energy surrounded him, producing sword energy so sharp the blizzard was pushed back in a hemisphere around him.

"[Light's Bulwark: Meteoric Fist]!" An arclight dragon appeared behind Li Feng. He punched forward, and the dragon shot toward the golden mammoth like a bullet from a sniper rifle. The light dragon left behind a starry trail, breathtakingly beautiful. The dragon clashed against the mammoth's sword in yet another explosion, one which tore apart the frozen ground.

The valley shook as though there were an earthquake. The walls to the valley began to crack, but neither Li Feng nor the mammoth were about to relent. The ground fell from their feet as the aftershock of the clash spread and reverberated around the valley. Huge boulders fell from the walls, smashing down by their heads.

The boulders were each the size of small mountains, but any which were about to strike the two combatants were obliterated by the aftershocks from the clash. As even more boulders began to fall and a landslide occurred, however, both Li Feng and the golden mammoth were forced to retreat. The two combatants clashed until they reached the mouth of the valley.

"[Birth of the Holy Dragon]!" Li Feng leapt high into the air and landed on the dragon's head, his sword gleaming brightly as though it had been dipped in liquid light. As he raised the sword to the skies, it glowed and expanded, morphing into a huge blade of light.

The blade parted the clouds and lit up the entire frozen tundra. At that very moment, Li Feng looked like a god descending from the heavens. The light dragon shot out toward the golden mammoth, who again defended with a precise swing, one honed from years of training and refined to such perfection that Li Feng was unable to break through the mammoth's defense simply.

It would take more than what Li Feng had demonstrated for him to break through the mammoth's immaculate defense.

As Li Feng's dragon swooped toward the mammoth, so too did Li Feng himself charge forward. He overtook the dragon as the golden mammoth sliced the dragon apart, but Li Feng was too fast, his actions too sudden, for the mammoth to defend against his strike as well.

Li Feng's shining sword of light cut a long slash from the mammoth's shoulder all the way to his chest, leaving a scorching wound that caused the mammoth to wince in pain. His long years of training had saved his life; his muscles were thick and corded enough to prevent the injury from being too serious.

Li Feng slashed at the mammoth again—but the mammoth trumpeted in outrage and sent his blade crashing against Li Feng's own. The heavy blade smashed apart Li Feng's sword of light, sending a flurry of snowflakes into the air.

Suddenly, the golden mammoth stopped. "What's your sword called?"

Li Feng countered, "Is it important?"

The golden mammoth nodded. "The blade is your companion, your sibling and brother-in-arms, an extension of your very arm."

Li Feng scratched his head and sighed. "It derived from the soulshard of a peak-grade arclight dragon, and I obtained it in the second realm. Does that satisfy you?"

The golden mammoth nodded, then struck again with all the might of a frozen glacier.