Following Lin Tang's sharp cry, the antique sword fell into his hand.
"Damn!" Lu Liangfei was the first to be utterly dumbfounded.
"Brother Lin, you..." Wei Zichu was also floored.
The expressions on the guests' faces beca priceless. They weren't blind; they could clearly see the sword was covered in rust spots. The thing looked no better than a dead tree branch, as if it would snap in half with the slightest pressure. And he dared to fight Yan Renjie with *that*?
"Hahahaha—" Mo Zhongyuan laughed so hard he nearly slid out of his wheelchair. "Lin Tang, so you're a clown? You're about to die and you're still trying to be funny? A piece of trash like you thinks he's worthy of using the words 'Sword, co!'?!"
Yan Renjie looked at Lin Tang's rusty sword and fell silent. He didn't underestimate Lin Tang. Killing his head disciple, Hou Baoshu, at such a young age was actually quite impressive. But at this mont, a thought still surfaced in his mind: My dear disciple, your death was truly not worth it!
Yan Renjie lost his enthusiasm. He thrust his sword toward Lin Tang and said, "How absurd... Witness my Life-taking Thirteen Sword!"
Lin Tang suddenly raised his sword high.
BOOM!
The blade burst into a brilliant light, instantly blinding countless eyes. All anyone could see was a vast expanse of white.
DING!
They heard only a brief tallic clash, followed by several seconds of dead silence.
"Lin Tang... is he dead?"
"Did he only manage to block one of Yan Renjie's moves?"
"Why did his sword light up like that?"
"Just flashy nonsense..."
When the white light faded and everyone's vision returned to normal, the first thing they saw was Yan Renjie standing ramrod straight, looking as dashing and spirited as ever.
"Eh? Lin Tang is still standing too?!"
SWISH!
Everyone snapped their heads around to look at Lin Tang, who was standing ten ters behind Yan Renjie. Originally, they had been face to face; now, their backs were turned to each other.
"His piece-of-junk sword didn't even snap?!"
"Then just now..."
"Oh my god, look! M-Master... Master Yan's sword... it's broken!!"
"How is that possible?!"
Seeing that only half of the Blood Sword remained in Yan Renjie's hand, everyone was stunned.
Then, an even more unbelievable scene unfolded. With a sharp hiss, like the sound of tearing cloth, a fine red line abruptly appeared on Yan Renjie's body. It was like a burst pipe; a large amount of blood sprayed out, staining the floor red.
Mo Zhongyuan's smile froze on his face, like an insect trapped in amber. His father, Mo Daosheng, wore an expression of terror. Zhu Yingning covered her mouth, her eyes nearly popping out of their sockets. ng Dongshan sucked in a sharp breath. Huangfu Zhan and Wei Shanhe were completely dumbfounded.
"Damn, damn, damn!!!" Lu Liangfei was floored once again.
Am I dreaming? I've had that antique sword in my collection for so long, and I never realized it was so sharp and sturdy...
If he had known, he would have died before giving it to Lin Tang! At this mont, Lu Liangfei's heart felt as if it were being sliced by a knife.
Like a robot, Yan Renjie slowly lowered his head and ran his fingers across the long wound on his body. The blood was scorching, its color searing. He stared at his broken sword, his voice hoarse. "What swordsmanship was that?"
"Didn't I already tell you? The Life-taking Thirteen Sword," Lin Tang said with a smile, turning to face him.
"A fine Life-taking Thirteen Sword, and a wickedly sharp divine sword! I look forward to our next duel. Farewell!"
WHOOSH!
In a flash, Yan Renjie was gone.
A deep exhaustion appeared on Lin Tang's face. He had no energy to pursue him. He had just expended far too much True Qi to expel the baleful energy from his patient. If not for that, his last strike would have been enough to cleave Yan Renjie in two.
"Fuck!" ng Dongshan cursed, preparing to flee as well.
"Leave your life behind!" Huangfu Zhan shouted, excitedly attacking once more.
He battered ng Dongshan until he was coughing up blood repeatedly. However, because he had sustained multiple injuries in his prior battle with Yan Renjie, he ultimately failed to kill ng Dongshan, allowing him to flee like a beaten dog.
"Lock up the Mo father and son for now!" Huangfu Zhan ordered, collapsing to the ground and panting heavily.
"Yes, sir!" his n replied as they began to clean up the battlefield.
Mo Zhongyuan and Mo Daosheng's faces were ashen. Their current pathetic state was a far cry from the arrogance with which they had arrived. They never could have imagined that Yan Renjie would be defeated, and so miserably at that! He was at the pinnacle of the Innate Stage!
"Lin Tang, tell the truth! Just how strong are you? Don't tell you've already broken through to the Master Realm?!" Mo Zhongyuan scread, the veins on his neck bulging.
Huangfu Zhan, Zhu Yingning, and the others held their breath, their gazes fixed on Lin Tang with burning intensity.
"The Master Realm?"
Shen Youling and others who knew little of martial arts were confused, despite their shock. Hadn't Wei Shanhe and the others already addressed Lin Tang as 'Master Lin'?
Soone in the know quickly explained that a martial arts master and a dical master were two completely different things and couldn't be compared. They went on to describe how terrifying a martial arts master was. Before a true martial arts master, both Yan Renjie and Huangfu Zhan were like children playing house. The Mo family of Jinhu and the four great families of Jiangbei were nothing more than a fart.
"Oh my god..." Shen Jiayue, Lu Zizheng, and the others trembled with fear.
Lin Tang is that incredible? And we were acting so cocky in front of him...
Dong Mingfeng beat her chest and stamped her feet, filled with imnse regret. Why did I break up my daughter's marriage to Lin Tang? Why did I have to announce that we were severing all ties?
Shen Youling was also in a daze. The husband I just randomly picked up from the countryside is actually a supre expert?
Chen Shanchun wore a complex expression as he sighed, "Peerless in both dicine and martial arts... truly peerless!"
All the guests now looked at Lin Tang with reverence. Zhou Rushan and Wang Shouzhen shivered uncontrollably.
As the center of everyone's attention, Lin Tang swayed, found a chair to sit on, and took several deep breaths. This business of saving and healing people is truly exhausting, he thought. When it cos down to it, my cultivation level just isn't high enough. If I were at the Golden Core Stage, I could have wiped out a pathetic curse like that in a single breath. Why would it have taken so long?
Zhu Yingning had also broken out in a cold sweat, feeling like she had bitten off more than she could chew. She wanted to run, but she didn't dare, afraid of angering Lin Tang again and getting herself sliced to bits. However, upon noticing Lin Tang's weakness, she grew suspicious.
This shouldn't be right. If he were really a martial arts master, dealing with Yan Renjie wouldn't have been so strenuous. He definitely wouldn't have let Yan Renjie escape. Could it be...
"Speak! Tell , are you a martial arts master or not? Let die knowing the truth!" Mo Zhongyuan shrieked, veins bulging on his forehead.
Lin Tang took a sip of tea and then said nonchalantly, "A martial arts master? Of course not."
"Huh—"
Everyone was stunned. They then heard him say, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, "Even a martial arts master probably wouldn't be a match for ."
"Pfft!"
Huangfu Zhan spat out his tea. His first thought was that Lin Tang was talking nonsense again. A martial arts master that young was already unbelievably incredible. From the way he spoke, was he claiming to be a Grandmaster? That was just too much of a boast.
"I see now!" Zhu Yingning exclaid, picking up the broken-off half of Yan Renjie's sword. She looked at the clean break, then turned her fervent gaze back to Lin Tang's antique sword. "Yan Renjie himself said it was a divine sword before he left! You cunning little rascal, you deliberately used verbal traps to provoke Yan Renjie into a sword duel. Then, relying on the power of your divine sword, you caught him off guard and injured him so severely he had no choice but to give up on killing you."
She sneered, her tone growing more certain. "If Yan Renjie had known from the start that you possessed a divine sword, he wouldn't have clashed with you blade-to-blade. He would have dodged your strike and then attacked. You would have had no way to turn the tables then."
Hearing this, Wei Shanhe recalled how Lin Tang had injured Hou Baoshu. He had also taken advantage of a weakness, striking when his opponent's newly forged sword embryo was not yet fully ford and shattering the broadsword with a single punch.
So that's how it is. It never made sense for Master Lin to be so absurdly strong at his age. Both tis were just a matter of luck! He can't be this fortunate every ti. I need to advise him to be less hot-headed! Wei Shanhe thought.
"The divine sword... that's my divine sword... mine..." Lu Liangfei wept tears of blood, staring longingly at Lin Tang.
He wanted to ask for it back but lacked the courage. Even if Lin Tang wasn't a martial arts master, he was still not soone Lu Liangfei could afford to offend by going back on his word.
But oh, the pain in his heart was unbearable...
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