Right now, with the updraft provided by Fengzi and Xiaohei, Lin Feng had already risen to a height almost equal to that of the Wind Dragon, Ma Fengka.
And as he continued adjusting his breathing, his aura grew stronger and stronger.
The pure energy radiating from Lin Feng's body made him look like a bright lamp in the middle of the night, instantly drawing the full attention of the Wind Dragon, Ma Fengka.
"What's with that glowing light coming off that brat…?"
"Could it be the effect of some tool that blue tanuki gave him…?"
Inside the Chrono Aircraft, Dr. Storm raised an eyebrow as he looked at the feed on the monitor, the hand holding his crystal wine glass lowering slightly.
Even now, he still didn't believe Lin Feng could cause any meaningful waves by relying on his own strength alone.
To Dr. Storm, that blue tanuki was nothing more than a nanny robot mass-produced in the 22nd century.
The tools it possessed were nothing but the old, outdated gadgets used by people of that era — most of them were cheap second-hand junk he scavenged from resellers, hardly anything impressive.
So Dr. Storm could already clearly imagine the scene that would follow: that overconfident little brat Lin Feng being swallowed whole by the Wind Dragon, Ma Fengka.
"Huu…!"
Letting out another deep exhale, Lin Feng completed his final adjustments.
His hand tightened around the Sealing Sword, his arm bending forward slightly. With his body leaning into the posture, Lin Feng fully entered a battle stance.
"Roooaaar…!"
Circling high in the sky, the Wind Dragon Ma Fengka suddenly sensed the hostile aura continuously rising from Lin Feng.
Especially the aura emanating from the sword in Lin Feng's hand — Ma Fengka hated it with a deep, instinctual disgust.
After all, that sword had sealed it for hundreds of years. It was only natural for Ma Fengka to bear animosity toward it.
So it immediately abandoned its plan to advance toward the town below. Its massive body twisted sharply in mid-air, and with a furious roar, it surged straight toward Lin Feng.
As Ma Fengka turned its enormous body, the resulting shift in airflow around Lin Feng became even more turbulent than before.
Facing the Wind Dragon charging directly at him, Lin Feng showed no fear or hesitation. Instead, something like anticipation flickered in his eyes.
He didn't know why, but from the moment he grasped the sword, a deep, indescribable sense of familiarity welled up inside him.
Especially when he used Breath of the Sun — that natural, seamless feeling grew even more pronounced.
Kokushibo Yoriichi had been a swordsman of peerless skill.
Lin Feng certainly didn't possess Yoriichi's monstrous talent in kendo, but after obtaining Breath of the Sun, his own combat power had already undergone a dramatically powerful transformation.
Yoriichi could swing his blade 1,500 times in a single second — a truly absurd feat.
Lin Feng couldn't reach such a level yet, but dealing with this Wind Dragon before him? He had his own way of handling it.
As the gap between Lin Feng and the Wind Dragon rapidly closed, amid the chaotic storm winds swirling around them—
Lin Feng slowly lifted his head, gazing at the snarling Wind Dragon with a calm, unwavering expression.
A small, confident smile tugged at his lips.
Raising the Sealing Sword with both hands, he lifted it above his head — then swung it downward toward the Wind Dragon Ma Fengka, who was barreling toward him wrapped in storm, rain, and lightning.
The movement was smooth and fluid, natural as flowing water.
Though the strike looked simple, a layer of fiery red blade-aura — almost like living flame — flared along the sword's edge and fell straight onto the massive Wind Dragon's head.
Breath of the Sun · First Form: Enbu (Round Dance)!
As an old fan of Demon Slayer, Lin Feng was naturally extremely familiar with all of Yoriichi's Breath of the Sun forms.
Now that he actually had a chance to use them — of course he wasn't going to waste it.
The blazing slash landed squarely on Ma Fengka's head, and in an instant, split its enormous dragon skull clean in half.
But because its body was formed from storm clouds, typhoon winds, and rain — lacking any true physical form — its split head recovered within mere moments.
And that strike seemed to have angered it even further.
As soon as its head reformed, Ma Fengka immediately spat out a breath attack toward Lin Feng.
Strictly speaking, it wasn't true dragon breath — but a violent mist made from raging winds and thunderclouds, crackling with high-voltage lightning.
Seeing that Ma Fengka had taken a full First Form, Enbu, without suffering real harm, Lin Feng didn't look surprised.
If this Wind Dragon could be destroyed that easily, Dr. Storm — a scientist from the 22nd century — would not have placed such world-ending expectations upon it.
But from here on, the real battle was just beginning.
Facing Ma Fengka's attack, Lin Feng raised his sword again, swinging upward from below — a rising slash wreathed in fire.
Not only that — right after the upward circular slash, Lin Feng twisted his body mid-air and unleashed another deep crimson, horizontal arc strike.
Breath of the Sun · Second Form: Hiryō Ten (Blue Sky)!Breath of the Sun · Third Form: Retsujitsu Kōkyō (Burning Sun Red Mirror)!
The two slashes crossed like intersecting lines, slicing straight into the Wind Dragon's breath attack.
After unleashing three Forms in succession, every cell and muscle in Lin Feng's body gradually activated, his whole being burning with surging vitality.
The pure heat radiating outward from him made Fengzi and Xiaohei — who were stabilizing the surrounding air currents — feel an unexpected wave of comfort.
To them, the pure energy continuously leaking from Lin Feng was the finest spiritual nourishment imaginable.
The collision between dragon breath and sword aura did not erupt with the overwhelming force one might expect.
Instead, it gave people the illusion of a hot knife cutting through butter.
The pale gray dragon breath, which had looked so massive and terrifying as it raged forward with storms, rain, and compressed lightning, met Lin Feng's twin sword auras. The moment they touched, it produced a sharp "chi—chi—chi", as if melting under impossibly intense heat—