"I think I finally understand."
The eyes of the woman in white beside him seem to reflect a flash of realization as she says, "As the saying goes, in martial arts, only speed cannot be broken. Dustless's sword strikes seem random, but he is fast enough to disregard the number of sword qi."
"Unexpectedly, this person turns out to be a formidable opponent."
Ling Hai finally understands; everything Lan Xingling said before is probably true. As for who ultimately triumphs in this sparring match, it's really uncertain who will defeat whom.
"How is this possible?"
Ling Feng's eyes, filled with purplish qi, quickly reflect a look of shock. Under the blessing of the Purple Extre Sword Eye, the power of his sword techniques greatly increases, and the sword move he is using, Fierce Wind Style, is a powerful saint-level sword move from their family lineage, which should have killed Ling Chen instantly.
"I told you, you're just a buffoon."
Looking at the shocked Ling Feng, Ling Chen said calmly.
Hearing the words "buffoon", Ling Feng's expression also becos quite unpleasant, and he imdiately says in a deep voice, "You brat, don't get arrogant. There is still one last move, and I will make you kneel and beg for rcy."
"Let's wait and see."
Ling Chen replied without any emotion.
Seeing Ling Chen acting so overconfidently, the anger in Ling Feng's chest also rises wildly. He has one last move opportunity; if he cannot use this move to defeat Ling Chen, then all the harsh words he said before will beco a joke, and he will beco the laughingstock of everyone.
He also wants to use this sparring match to showcase his skills in front of Lan Xingling and win back the latter's heart. If he loses, not only will he fail to win back Lan Xingling's heart, but the latter might completely distance herself from him.
In any case, he cannot lose!
Ling Feng's eyes beco ferocious, and his Purple Extre Sword Eye emits astonishing light, then he suddenly unleashes a sword attack.
"Breaking Army Style!"
With a loud shout, it seems as though a thousand troops are galloping behind Ling Feng, chanting for him. This sword seems capable of breaking through a thousand armies and sweeping the entire area.
Without looking, Ling Chen slashed four tis in succession. Four crimson sword qi split the void, leaving four afterimages of sword qi, forcefully blocking Ling Feng's Sword Light.
"Break!"
Exhaling a breath, the True Qi inside Ling Feng erupts, pouring into the long sword in his hand. The long sword twists a bit, generating an imperceptible breeze, and thrusts towards Ling Chen not far away.
Pop!
The position where Ling Chen stands refracts light, with a mystical sword pressure enveloping him, shattering the eaves under his feet. Ling Chen seems trapped inside a mirror, which could collapse at any mont.
"The attack power and montum are sufficient, yet it still can't affect ."
Ling Chen holds the sword with one hand, sweeping it diagonally from bottom to top, executing the most majestic Ascending Green Lotus. Instantly, deep white sword qi sweeps across the heavens and earth, cleanly breaking Ling Feng's Sword Montum, and the space refraction effect disappears without a trace.
Whoosh!
The remaining Green Lotus Sword Qi continued unabated toward Ling Feng.
Without any ti to react, Ling Feng was struck by the sword qi, sending him flying, leaving multiple blood holes on his body.
"Lost!"
Ling Hai's expression was sowhat complicated.
From beginning to end, Ling Feng was suppressed by Ling Chen. Neither the use of Purple Extre Sword Eye nor the explosive Breaking Army Style could shake Ling Chen in the slightest.
The gap in strength was too apparent.
Ling Feng is ranked fifteenth on the Northern Hidden Dragon List among young experts, considered a top genius of the younger generation, at least a quasi-first-class level, yet against Ling Chen, he seed so inadequate.
"This Dustless is indeed no ordinary person."
The woman in white also sighed, suddenly feeling that beyond the sky, there are more skies, and beyond the people, there are more people.
After being pushed back several tens of ters and falling off the tavern, Ling Feng eventually climbs back to the top, his expression dark to the extre.
"You beast..."
Ling Feng's eyes seed ready to shoot fire; glancing briefly at the blood holes on his body, he imdiately felt a strong sense of humiliation. Each blood hole was a mark of humiliation, imprinted on him.
He frantically channels True Qi, ready to charge forward, but Lan Xingling stands in his way, saying coldly, "Stop, we agreed on three moves, and they're done."
"Move aside! The outco is undetermined, I want a life and death battle with him!"
Ling Feng shouted fiercely.
Upon hearing this, Ling Chen also inwardly sneered. A life and death battle? If it were truly a life and death battle, it wouldn't just end with a few blood gashes.
"The outco has already been decided. Even if it was a life and death duel, you wouldn't be Dustless's match."
Lan Xingling shook her head; this Ling Feng is simply too foolish, challenging life and death duels at the drop of a hat. Without the great tree of the Ling Family of the Sword Saint Clan behind him, who knows how many tis he would have been killed.
"You shut up! Do you think the Ling Family's swordsmanship is rely this powerful? Three moves don't show my full capability, at least ten moves are needed. Dustless, if you are a man, continue to fight to the death."
"Enough."
Just then, Ling Hai stepped forward, shaking his head, "The victor is decided, Ling Feng, you lost."
Having said so, regardless of Ling Feng's reaction, he turned to Ling Chen and cupped his hands, "Thank you, Brother Wuchen, for holding back."
He knew with the strength Ling Chen demonstrated, Ling Feng was no match at all. Even if there were more moves, what good would it be? It would only bring him more humiliation.
"I held back for the sake of everyone present, but that may not be the case when facing others in the future."
Ling Chen remained composed, glancing at Ling Feng, "Your Excellency should change this annoying temperant, or else you won't even know how you die one day."
"You!"
Ling Feng's face flushed with fury.
"Enough is enough. Brother Wuchen has a point. Your temperant indeed needs changing."
Ling Hai scolded Ling Feng, the latter snorted coldly, still deeply dissatisfied, but knowing he wasn't truly foolish; even if he continued, he couldn't defeat Ling Chen, and thus he could only let it go this ti.
Seeing Ling Feng quiet down, Ling Hai refocused his attention on Ling Chen, his gaze becoming much more serious. It wasn't just him; even the woman in white and other young talents' views on Ling Chen clearly differ from before. Initially, they only saw Ling Chen as an ordinary talent, but now he had earned their attention.
"Brother Wuchen, I am Fang Qingwei."
The woman in white extended her fair hand to Ling Chen.
"Fang Qingwei, ranking seventh on the Hidden Dragon List, is the leader of the younger generation of the saint family Fang Family."
Lan Xingling introduced Ling Chen.
"Another saint family!"
Ling Chen was secretly startled, realizing how frequently the term 'saint' now appeared, and the sheer number of saint families there are.
"Nice to et you."
Ling Chen reached out and shook hands with the woman in white.
Afterward, Ling Chen got acquainted with others one by one.
"Alright, let's get down to business."
After Ling Chen got to know a whole group of young elites, Fang Qingwei motioned for everyone to quiet down.
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