Fox Demon: The villain at the beginning

Chapter 416 Damage
Upon hearing what the Zhang family head said, Jin Renfeng understood.

It turns out this old fellow thought he could deal with the Southern Barbarian King and the Ten Thousand Poison Demon Emperor because of the special effect of his Pure Yang Flame restraining demons. In terms of true strength, he was only at the level of a peak Great Demon King, roughly the same level as him. He wasn't much of a formidable enemy.

"If that's the case, then it's not surprising that this old man is so confident!"

Jin Renfeng thought to himself.

The Zhang family patriarch pointed his finger, and with a clang, a jet-black longsword flew out of its sheath and landed in his palm.

"Boy, you seriously injured my son. Today, no matter what, I will teach you a lesson and avenge my son!"

"Teach me a lesson? You think you can?"

Jin Renfeng snorted coldly, disdainfully dismissing the old man's arrogant words.

With his strength and abilities, even if the Demon Emperor of Heaven and Earth were to come, he would not be afraid.

A mere peak-level demon king thinks he can teach him a lesson? He's dreaming.

"Don't think you're so great just because you possess a powerful demon king's magic weapon!"

The head of the Zhang family raised his long sword, pointing it at Jin Renfeng.

A surge of magical power gathered within, and the jet-black sword shone with a blood-like light.

"The power of my Zhang family's black sword is far beyond what the Deng family can match!"

"You can still surrender and apologize now!"

"Just do it! Enough with the nonsense!"

Jin Renfeng said impatiently.

Anyone would feel annoyed if they were repeatedly provoked by ants.

"Good boy!"

The speaker in Zhang's family spoke with murderous intent.

"Since you're so determined to die, then take my sword!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the crimson flying sword shot out of his hand like a cannonball. It multiplied into a hundred, transforming into a hundred crimson sword energies that pierced towards the opponent.

A hundred sword energies flew out simultaneously, as if a crimson rain of swords had fallen.

"You talk so enthusiastically, but in the end, it's all the same old tricks!"

Upon seeing the familiar Zhang family flying sword, Jin Renfeng revealed a mocking expression.

He had witnessed this flying sword technique countless times and knew it by heart.

Jin Renfeng raised his right arm, and a wisp of divine fire was added to his right palm, transforming into a protective layer that shielded his hand.

He remained still, his right arm thrusting out repeatedly like a sword.

Dang Dang Dang——

A series of metallic clangs rang out.

The sword energy collided with the fist, and was instantly shattered by the force of the fist, turning into countless fragments of magical power that scattered in all directions.

The golden palms danced continuously, as if transforming into a golden light curtain that water could not penetrate.

In the blink of an eye, the hundred sword energies were almost gone.

Seeing this, the Zhang family patriarch's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and he shouted loudly,
"Go!"

As he finished speaking, a previously unremarkable crimson sword aura suddenly shone brightly, emerging from the remaining sword aura and piercing towards Jin Renfeng's back.

The sound of sword energy whistling in his ears alerted Jin Renfeng. He instantly turned around and punched the crimson main sword.

clang--

With a crisp sound, the crimson sword energy instantly shattered into countless fragments, scattering to reveal the pitch-black sword body beneath.

"Using a hundred sword energies to conceal the location of the main sword, and then launching a sneak attack, they really went to great lengths to plan."

Jin Renfeng snorted coldly.

"However, since this main sword is so weak, it's best not to show it off!"

A hundred swords chasing the stars, a single sword pursuing the moon—these are the ingenious techniques and intricate schemes of the Zhang family swordsmanship.

Therefore, for Zhang Jiajian, those hundred sword energies were merely a means to conceal the main sword; the final strike would still be initiated by the main sword.

The Zhang family patriarch sheathed his black sword, his face grim.

He never expected that using his prized signature move would have such an outcome.

He was defeated by a junior with one arm!
Although they switched to the Royal Sword Technique, the time was too short to increase the power of the main sword.

"Damn it! How can this kid be so strong?"

The old man gritted his teeth inwardly.

. . . . . .

On a huge rock next to the Sword Washing Pool.

Huai Zhu, who had been watching the two fight from a distance, breathed a sigh of relief and said softly,
"Judging from this, the Zhang family patriarch is probably no match for Senior Brother!"

"Sister Huaizhu, are you still worried about that idiot?"

Seeing the other party's reaction, Li Muchen asked in surprise.

"Isn't Sister Mu Chen worried?"

The girl asked doubtfully.

"I'm not worried!"

Li Muchen sat on the boulder with his head held high, swinging his slender feet. His fair, long legs, like jade scallions, ripped up the water in the pool below.

"Look at how many matches that idiot has fought, and which of those powerful families isn't famous?"

"But in the end, didn't they all fall to fools?"

"In my opinion, even among the great demon kings, this fool's current strength is among the top two."

“Apart from the royal families, these other families probably can’t do anything to him.”

"But the Zhang family is ultimately a top-tier family, and the head of the Zhang family is a peak-level Great Demon King. The previous families cannot compare with the Zhang family!"

Huai Zhu frowned slightly.

"What does a peak-level demon king have? It's nothing more than a slightly more powerful magic weapon!"

Li Muchen curled his lip.

"Both possess the magic weapon of a peak-level demon king, how could this fool possibly lose to an old man with his combat strength?"

"Sister Huaizhu, just relax!"

After listening to the girl's words of comfort, Huai Zhu's worried expression eased slightly.

. . . . . .

Having missed his first attack, the Zhang family patriarch immediately swung his black sword, unleashing a barrage of sword energy.

In an instant, crimson sword energy rained down on the opposite side.

Faced with this torrential rain of swords, Jin Renfeng strolled leisurely, deflecting them one by one with a single hand.

"Boy, I see a sword hanging at your waist, why don't you draw it and fight?"

After exchanging three blows, the Zhang family patriarch noticed that he was only using his fists and feet to defend himself, and couldn't help but ask a question.

“Back then, General Zhang An of your family taught me the method of sword intent cultivation. Out of respect for him, I will not use my own family's treasured sword today.”

Jin Renfeng said coldly.

"Zhang An? Without a sword?"

The Zhang family patriarch's face turned grim, and he immediately questioned Jin Renfeng.

"The technique that your Divine Fire Mountain Manor passes on to disciples outside the family is the Divine Fire Sword Technique."

"You're just a disciple from another clan; without a sword, what can you use to fight me?"

"To deal with an old man like you, there's no need to use a magic sword; a little divine fire will suffice!"

Jin Renfeng flipped his hand, and a ball of golden-red flames instantly enveloped his palm.

Facing a peak-level demon king, he summoned the flame that Huai Zhu had left him.

Although Huai Zhu's strength has not yet reached the level of a Great Demon King, the power of the Pure Yang Flame in her hand is already close to the threshold of a Great Demon King.

For Jin Renfeng now, he is indeed a useful tool.

"A spark of divine fire? What arrogance!"

Upon hearing this, the head of the Zhang family looked furious.

Unexpectedly, as the head of a top-tier family, he would be looked down upon like this one day.

"I am a peak-level Great Demon King, how dare you try to deal with me with a mere divine fire?"

"Do not believe?"

Jin Renfeng said calmly,

"Then I'll show you!"

Having said that, he took a step forward and, with lightning speed, rushed towards the old man. The distance between them quickly closed.

Seeing the opponent heading towards him, the Zhang family patriarch immediately turned his sword around, unleashing thousands of sword energies that shot towards the opponent head-on.

Faced with an attack that seemed like an inescapable net, Jin Renfeng did not dodge. Instead, as he flew away, he continuously struck out with his palms, deflecting each incoming sword energy.

Dang Dang Dang——

After a dozen or so strikes, a hole appeared in the dense sword energy.

Jin Renfeng passed right through them and went straight to the head of the Zhang family.

"Boy! Take this sword!"

The Zhang family patriarch gathered his magical power, and his long sword drew a black line, like a venomous snake, as it fiercely stabbed towards Jin Renfeng's chest.

"You didn't dodge when I got close? You've got some nerve!"

Jin Renfeng snorted coldly, blocked the sword blade in front of him with his arm, and then stepped forward.

The head of the Zhang family drew his sword to defend himself, holding the blade horizontally in front of him.

Facing the sharp blade, Jin Renfeng swung his arm and used his divine fire to protect himself.

The surging divine fire gathered in his palm, making it appear as if it had been cast in gilded gold.

"You try taking my palm strike too!"

Jin Renfeng gave a light shout and then struck down with his palm.

clang--

It was as if a giant hammer weighing ten thousand pounds had struck steel.

The golden palm, carrying immense power, struck directly at the dark sword blade.

The sturdy divine fire shield firmly blocked the sword blade.

The overwhelming force instantly forced the sword into a dangerous arc. The intense heat turned the jet-black blade a deep, molten red.

"He can actually suppress a great demon king's magic weapon with his bare hands?"

The Zhang family patriarch was astonished to see the fist so close to him.

"Is this kid even human?"

boom--

The divine fire collided with the sword energy, and a terrifying ripple of magical power instantly spread out, leaving a deep ravine on the towering Sword Washing Peak.

The golden hand moved forward slowly, and the curve of the sword became increasingly pronounced.

After reaching its final limit, the sword suddenly rebounded.

puff-

Struck in the chest by the sword, the Zhang family patriarch coughed up blood and flew backward, crashing headfirst into the sword-washing pool.

"how is this possible?"

"Even the patriarch is no match for that guy?"

Upon seeing this, the Zhang family disciples exclaimed in surprise.

They couldn't believe that the patriarch, a peak-level demon king, had been defeated by a young man.

Jin Renfeng stopped and stood still, his expression calm.

To him, a mere peak-level demon king was no match at all.

He has now reached the quasi-demon emperor realm. Although he has not yet surpassed the peak great demon king, this difference is still enormous.

Back in Mutian City, Steward Fei, a quasi-demon emperor, single-handedly defeated the four family heads, including Yang Yifang, who were under control, in a single move.

Although these family heads' strength decreased after being controlled, they were still able to defeat their enemies in one move, which also made it clear that there was a difference in strength between the two sides.

For Jin Renfeng now, as long as he gets serious, the so-called peak demon king is nothing more than a weak toy.

A dozen or so breaths later, with a splash of water, the Zhang family patriarch leaped out of the Sword Washing Pool.

"Master, are you alright?"

Several inner disciples who were about to go down to help rushed forward to greet them.

The Zhang family patriarch remained silent, only lowering his head to look at the black sword in his hand.

The once straight, jet-black sword blade had now curved into a crescent shape.

"How did the Black Sword become like this?"

Upon seeing this, the disciples nearby exclaimed in surprise.

The Zhang family patriarch raised his head and stared fiercely at the figure in the air.

He raised the curved black sword in his hand, gritting his teeth as he spoke.

"You brat, how dare you destroy my Zhang family's heirloom treasure like this?"

"how is this possible?"

Seeing the current state of their family's inherited treasure, the elders of the Zhang family couldn't help but look astonished.

The black sword is a magical artifact left behind by the first patriarch of the Zhang family. It has been passed down for hundreds of years and is extremely powerful.

They never expected that the mighty Black Sword would be bent by a single punch.

"This is a huge problem!"

Seeing the sword blade that was almost crumpled into a ball, Zhang An, who was watching from the side, broke out in a cold sweat and secretly thought that something was wrong.

The black sword is the foundation of the Zhang family's existence and their only supreme demon king's magic weapon.

With Black Sword injured, the entire Zhang family will not let this go unpunished.

Faced with the Zhang family patriarch's questioning, Jin Renfeng remained cold and said indifferently,
"You used your magic weapon to block my palm strike, but now that the weapon is damaged, you can't blame me."

"Out of consideration for the friendship between Chuanjian and me, I have already shown mercy."

Jin Renfeng was not lying. Although the black sword looked badly damaged, it was actually just that the blade was bent.

Its structure was not damaged, and its power was not greatly diminished.

As long as you find a weapon refiner and have them repair it properly for two or three years, it can be completely restored to its original state.

This is much better than what the Xiao family did back then.

Having gained sufficient strength, Jin Renfeng had already made up his mind to no longer destroy the Great Demon King's magical treasures indiscriminately.

Humanity is already weak, and destroying a magical artifact is a loss for humanity.

Therefore, even though he now has the power to destroy those great demon kings' magical treasures one by one, he rarely does so.

This time, it was only because the Zhang family's stance wavered and they betrayed Shenhuo Mountain Manor that he took such drastic measures.

Even so, it still left them with a glimmer of hope.

"The Black Sword is the legacy of my Zhang family. Today, no matter what, you must give my Zhang family an explanation."

The head of the Zhang family said loudly.

"Explain?"

Jin Renfeng snorted coldly.

"It is common for magical artifacts to be damaged in martial arts competitions."

"How can someone demand an explanation from their opponent when their own secret weapon is broken?"

"that is!"

At some point, Li Muchen also flew to Jin Renfeng's side and spoke up in support.
"Let alone the martial arts competitions between aristocratic families, even in the newcomer martial arts tournaments, those rogue cultivators who damage their magic weapons just accept their bad luck."

"The prestigious Zhang family, a top-tier clan, has committed such a despicable act; they are even worse than rogue cultivators!"

"Aren't you afraid of being laughed at?"

"You two juniors, don't you dare talk to me about those bullshit rules!"

The Zhang family patriarch's eyes gleamed with madness.

"My family's heirloom treasure was destroyed because of that brat."

"If you don't give me an explanation today, you won't leave the Zhang family."

"Then what explanation does Patriarch Zhang want?"

Huai Zhu asked the question.

"Since that brat destroyed my Zhang family's Black Sword, he will repay me with the Great Demon King's magic weapon he possesses."

The head of the Zhang family said bitterly.
"One for one, that's the only fair way!"

Upon hearing this, Jin Renfeng sneered.

"You want my magic weapon? You're truly ignorant and arrogant!"

"Even you, the head of a prestigious family, are no match for me. Your Zhang family still thinks you can keep me here?"

(End of this chapter)