No change in technique, no trickery, not even deliberately aiming for a flaw.
She simply threw a straight, simple punch at Lin Chaoyu's defensive sword style, "Guardian Form," which had reached perfection and could dissolve immense force.
At the same time, Lin Chaoyu's defensive sword net had already formed, perfectly enveloping this unremarkable punch.
However, when the fist touched Lin Chaoyu's sword net, which was as dense as willow catkins and as resilient as spring water—
BOOM!!!
It was like thunder on flat ground! An indescribable, utterly brute force suddenly exploded!
Lin Chaoyu felt as if it wasn't a fist hitting her sword, but a mountain, a tsunami, crushing over with unreasonable, absolute power that exceeded the limit of what she could "dissolve"!
Her exquisite sword momentum, her footwork and force-redirecting techniques that could calm even a storm, instantly melted and shattered like ice and snow in the sun before this sheer, pure power!
"Ugh!" Lin Chaoyu grunted, the longsword in her hand letting out an overwhelmed wail as she was sent flying backward like a kite with a cut string.
Behind Lin Chaoyu to the side, Ma Feima, who was poised to strike, was startled. His attack faltered as he looked up, his eyes filled with disbelief and horror.
What is thi...
"Assessing the situation is a good habit, but you hesitated for too long," a faint comment suddenly came from the side.
In fact, the moment the first word was spoken, Ma Feima had already violently swung his sword toward the source of the voice. This strike even carried the essence of his understanding of the sword. The path of the sword was tricky and vicious, like a venomous snake striking from its hole, aiming straight for the enemy's flaw—at least what he perceived as a flaw.
The tip of the sword was inches from Fu Hua's throat, yet it could advance no further.
No matter how Ma Feima applied force afterward, no matter how he changed the angle of his wrist, the beloved sword [Red Phantom] that had accompanied him in battle for years remained motionless, as if cast in mountain rock.
Ma Feima looked down and saw that what was holding back his full-force strike was merely Fu Hua's extended index finger and thumb.
There was no clash of majestic qi, no exquisite force-redirecting technique. Just a casual pinch had effortlessly frozen all his power, all his variations, and all his viciousness in place.
This... how is this possible?!
Using two fingers to counter the full strength of a well-trained adult man?!
Master, are you sure you haven't ascended and entered another realm of life?!
The horror on Ma Feima's face was even greater than when he witnessed Lin Chaoyu being blasted away!
At least Lin Chaoyu's confrontation was a one-on-one crush of absolute power. Although the speed of the defeat was unbelievable, it was at least understandable.
But he... he felt that the sword path he had bitterly cultivated for years, the treacherous style he had made his name with, was like an utter joke before Master's two fingers!
"In the face of an existence far beyond your comprehension, hesitation and established experience are fatal." Fu Hua's voice remained calm as her fingers moved slightly with her wrist.
Hum—!
[Red Phantom] let out a pained hum. An irresistible force traveled up the blade, and Ma Feima felt a sharp pain in the web of his thumb, his entire right arm instantly going numb.
Not letting the longsword leave his hand was Ma Feima's last stubbornness, but the price was that he, a robust adult male, was violently flung away, sword and all, by Fu Hua pinching [Red Phantom] with two fingers.
He was literally flung into the air! He flew for a while with both feet off the ground before being gently caught by Qin Suyi, who had also caught Lin Chaoyu, and pulled back to the ground, still shaken.
Although Qin Suyi had absorbed most of the force, the impact still left his blood churning. The severe pain and numbness from his right arm made cold sweat bead on his forehead.
Fortunately, in his trembling hand, Red Phantom was still there.
Fu Hua looked at Ma Feima, who adhered to the principle of not letting go of his sword even when flung away, and was about to say some words of appreciation when a sharp sword edge attacked from the side.
This strike was silent and breathless. It wasn't until the moment before the tip touched the body that the condensed sharpness suddenly erupted. Though the sword had not yet arrived, the chill that seemed capable of piercing the soul had already descended.
If Lin Chaoyu was the most solid shield among the Seven Swords, then the sharpest blade was Cheng Lingshuang!
This strike discarded all redundancy, elevating speed, precision, and penetrating power to the utmost limit she could reach.
Fast, accurate, ruthless—this strike already had a hint of what Fu Hua had described: born only for "destruction"!
However, facing this sudden, near-perfect assassination strike, Fu Hua didn't even turn her head to give her a serious look.
As if she had anticipated it, she performed a pre-rehearsed move. The result was that Cheng Lingshuang maintained her striking posture, but the tip of her sword was caught between Fu Hua's two fingers.
If it were just being pinched, she could still struggle. Having seen Ma Feima defeated like that, Cheng Lingshuang had already prepared a contingency plan.
But this time was completely different from what Ma Feima had encountered.
Before Ma Feima's [Red Phantom] was pinched, there was a sword between him and Fu Hua.
But with her [Supreme Freedom], it was as if two people were holding the sword together. The distance between the sword and her was even greater than the distance between her and Fu Hua!
Fu Hua's hand had already touched her abdomen. She didn't even see clearly how Fu Hua moved; the speed of the sudden burst exceeded the limit her naked eye could capture.
This time, Fu Hua showed mercy and didn't attack. Instead, she pushed out a gentle palm, sending Cheng Lingshuang flying away just like the other two.
Behind Cheng Lingshuang, the sisters Jiang Wanxi and Jiang Wanru, who were ready to support her, had recovered some color in their faces. Ignoring Cheng Lingshuang flying past them, they launched attacks from two directions simultaneously, one in front and one behind, in close coordination.
The heavy sword carried immense power, while the light sword was elusive. Neither could be ignored.
But the two swords came from completely opposite directions. With only one person and one pair of hands, even if she could defend against both attacks, her undefended front would be the biggest opening for Cheng Lingshuang!
But the premise was—the enemy was "human."
Fu Hua was playing the role of a Honkai Beast—a Honkai Emperor!
Fu Hua's gaze sharpened, and she raised her hand and waved it violently. The next moment, with her as the center, the Honkai energy mobilized by the Taixu Sword God turned into a ring of shockwaves invisible to the naked eye.
This rapidly expanding wave instantly pushed the two sisters away. Jiang Wanru managed to keep her footing with the heavy sword, but Jiang Wanxi was directly flipped over and flew a long distance before being caught again by Qin Suyi, who had rushed over.
"I told you, abandon your meaningless pride and forget your established experience." Fu Hua stood in the center of their encirclement, looking coldly at the six people who had almost all been sent flying by her once.
"Your familiar fighting styles, whether defensive or offensive, are meaningless in front of them."