Feng Wuxie was now facing Feng Wuxin head-on!
"All these years, how you've whipped and humiliated me! Now I'll give you a taste of your own medicine!"
Feng Wuxie had never cultivated what they called Soul Power, but what she did have was raw physical strength! Her years of training as a special forces soldier were no joke!
She was proficient in karate and taekwondo, and had even studied under a national-level martial arts instructor for a time, learning the Jeet Kune Do founded by Bruce Lee!
Jeet Kune Do—intercepting the opponent, free-form combat, attacking with water as its essence, countering and dissolving everything into nothingness!
The striking art created by the world-renowned martial arts master Bruce Lee—even without the support of Soul Power on this continent, it was a uniquely exquisite technique.
The moment Feng Wuxie struck, she caught her opponent completely off guard!
Feng Wuxin was beaten into a daze!
What was happening? She was the family's genius Soul Artist—from childhood to now, no one had ever laid a hand on her… What just happened?
Had this idiot snatched away her most prized weapon in an instant?
Feng Wuxin almost forgot about the searing wound on her face!
She looked around and realized—none of this was an illusion!
She really had been disarmed just now! Humiliated! And whipped by that idiot who didn't possess a shred of Soul Power!
Her left cheek was throbbing with pain now—she might be permanently scarred!
This was utter disgrace!
"FENG! WU! XIE! You bitch!"
Feng Wuxin was completely enraged. The full ten levels of her Soul Power began to boil, gathering around her body in a visible scorching red glow, then converging into a single point, launching itself from mid-air at Feng Wuxie in the form of a Fire Phoenix!
As she initiated the technique, Feng Wuxin proudly announced its name:
"Today I'll show you—Fire Phoenix First Birth!"
Fire Phoenix First Birth—a fire-element Martial Technique that only Soul Artists of the Tianwu rank could cultivate, and one of the most advanced techniques Feng Wuxin had mastered.
"Wuxie! Dodge! That's a killing move! You can't withstand it in your current state!"
Ya Sha warned her from within the Spatial Realm, his tone unusually tense.
—Normally, such a minor technique wouldn't even register on Ya Sha's radar, but trapped inside the Spatial Realm, he couldn't reach out to help Feng Wuxie, which made this truly dangerous!
"Damn, that's over the top!"
This was the first time Feng Wuxie had witnessed with her own eyes a flaming phoenix materializing in mid-air like something out of a 3D fantasy blockbuster in a movie theater, and she couldn't help but let out a small exclamation.
She still had no real understanding of Soul Arts, but judging by the murderous aura radiating from the Fire Phoenix before her, she could sense that this technique's combat power was no joke.
In her desperation, she couldn't think of any good way to dodge this calamity, so she resorted to a last-ditch effort—pulling a handful of silver needles from her sleeve and hurling them at Feng Wuxin, who was still channeling her technique!
These silver needles had been forged on the second day after she'd arrived in this world.
Back then, Feng Wuxie had turned her dilapidated little hut upside down! She'd managed to scrounge up a few taels of loose silver!
She'd taken that silver to the blacksmith's shop and instructed the craftsman to forge these needles.
The people of this world had never seen needles so fine as ox hair yet so penetrating—she'd had to explain for a long time before the blacksmith finally succeeded, producing over three hundred silver needles in total.
Her original intention had been to use them for acupuncture to regulate her own health—she never expected they'd come in handy like this!
Feng Wuxie fired all eighteen silver needles in one breath! Each one aimed at one of Feng Wuxin's eighteen vital acupoints!
Not a single one missed! Every needle struck true!
Feng Wuxin was hit! She immediately felt as though countless insects and ants were gnawing at her very bone marrow—her whole body alternating between excruciating pain and maddening itch, her strength draining away in an instant…
And her ultimate Martial Technique—Fire Phoenix First Birth—which she had gathered ten full levels of Soul Power to unleash, dissipated mid-flight because she could no longer sustain it…
But it wasn't just a matter of being forced to retract her technique—the backlash of Soul Power rebounding on her severely damaged her heart and lungs, and she vomited a large mouthful of blood!
"Wuxin!"
"Sister!"
These two anxious cries came from Feng Wuxie's eldest uncle—Feng Wuxin's father, Feng Ziren—and Feng Wuxin's full-blooded younger brother, Feng Wulin.
Seeing his precious daughter struck down by Soul Power backlash, Feng Ziren hurriedly supported Feng Wuxin, asking with heartache: "Are you alright? Hang in there!"
"Father…" Feng Wuxin managed only this one unwilling cry before her Soul Power spiraled out of control, the pain causing her to faint on the spot.
"Sister!" Feng Wulin couldn't hold back any longer. Furiously grabbing Feng Ziren's sleeve, he glared venomously at Feng Wuxie, each word ground out between clenched teeth:
"Father! Why don't you just kill this motherless, fatherless, brain-dead bitch! She's hurt our eldest sister!"
Seeing his precious daughter, whom he had always cradled in the palm of his hand, suffer such agony, how could Feng Ziren possibly hold back?
The stern facade and parental authority he had been desperately maintaining crumbled in an instant.
"First, help your eldest sister back to her room, then go and summon the finest Alchemist in Qing'an City to treat her!"
Feng Wulin glared at Feng Wuxie with such venom that his eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, but he still followed Feng Ziren's orders.
To be honest, Feng Wuxie hadn't expected that with a single strike of her silver needles, Feng Wuxin would suffer a backlash of Soul Power…
She had only meant to defuse the immediate crisis. Now, judging by the expression on her uncle's face, it seemed he wouldn't let her off easily.
So be it. She would deal with whatever came her way—sword against sword, flood against earth. Feng Wuxie never stirred up trouble, but she had never feared it either!