Wan Tianming stood there, frozen in disbelief. Beichen’s eyes widened, and Ouyang Changfeng gasped.
The mbers of the Prince’s Mansion were stunned, the smiles vanishing from their faces to be replaced by a trace of fear. The people from Star Pavilion could no longer laugh; their bodies trembled with fear.
Chu Yue’s eyes were as wide as saucers. What was that palm strike just now? Its power was astonishing, like a Dragon Claw—seemingly indestructible and capable of tearing anything apart. Isn’t this the Dragon Palm I’ve always dread of? For Lin Xuan to unleash such an ultimate Palm Technique!
Now she understood why she had lost to Lin Xuan before. Compared to Lin Xuan’s, her Dragon Palm was truly worlds apart! No wonder her Dragon Palm was so easily suppressed by him. It turned out his Dragon Palm was far more terrifying, far surpassing her own!
Why? Why is Lin Xuan’s Dragon Palm so strong? She was consud by jealousy. Chu Yue suddenly coughed, spitting out another mouthful of blood, and her face turned deathly pale. She had been struck a heavy blow once again! She had been outdone by Lin Xuan yet again!
Devastated, Chu Yue simply stood there in a daze.
The people from Wangyue Pavilion were stunned. Just monts ago, they had been extrely worried about Lin Xuan, but unexpectedly, the tables had turned and he had broken through the attack!
Am I dreaming? The Wangyue Pavilion Master’s expression was dazed. She had been so anxious she was about to concede the match, never expecting that Lin Xuan could still turn the tables. It was unbelievable. Simply heaven-defying!
So this is the true power of the Dragon Palm? It’s indeed so strong! Judging by its aura, it truly is an ultimate Palm Technique left behind by an ancient Dragon Warrior!
When Jian Wushuang witnessed this scene, his entire body tensed. That palm strike had exuded a lethal danger, making the hair on his body stand on end. Is this Lin Xuan’s strongest attack? It’s so powerful... I wonder if my half-step Sword Intent can withstand it! I must fight him! A fierce light glinted in his eyes.
On the arena, Lin Xuan tore through the Fire Phoenix and walked out of the sea of flas. He moved with the majestic stride of a Dragon God. "Do you have any other tricks? Feel free to use them."
Across from him, Yan Chitian’s body trembled, utterly shaken by that last palm. He had never seen such a Palm Technique. In front of that palm, he felt as insignificant as an ant.
How can I fight this? How can I possibly fight this? The ultimate skill I risked my life to execute was torn apart with ease. This isn’t a fight at all—the gap between us is simply too vast! I’m no match for him!
He closed his eyes and said in despair, "I concede."
The crowd was in an uproar. "He conceded! Yan Chitian actually conceded voluntarily!"
"Incredible!"
"What’s so surprising? It’s perfectly normal for him to concede. That last palm strike swept through everything. If he hadn’t conceded, he would’ve been slapped to death."
So people exclaid in shock, while others were thrilled. The people from Wangyue Pavilion were ecstatic.
"Hahaha! I knew it! I knew Lin Xuan was invincible!"
"Ever since the elimination rounds, Lin Xuan has broken one record after another, creating one legend after another. How could soone like him possibly lose?"
"Lin Xuan is mighty!"
"Lin Xuan is invincible!"
"Hahahaha, now this is a true genius!"
"When Lin Xuan was enveloped in such terrifying power, I was startled. I thought he was going to lose, but it turned out to be a false alarm."
"As expected, Lin Xuan is still the unbeatable youth who can always create miracles!"
"Lin Xuan, you’re aweso!"
"Lin Xuan, we will always support you!"
The disciples of Wangyue Pavilion were overjoyed. Previously, when Lin Xuan faced crises and the odds were against him, the people from the Prince’s Mansion and Star Pavilion had frantically tried to suppress him. The disciples had been incredibly worried, holding their breath in frustration. Now, at last, they could finally let it out.
Let’s see if the people from the Prince’s Mansion dare to be so arrogant now. Let’s see if the people from Star Pavilion dare to mock him anymore.
...
The competition continued.
Lin Xuan won. Then he won again. From that point on, every ti Lin Xuan took the stage, he claid another victory, extending his undefeated winning streak.
Besides him, only one other person had maintained an undefeated record: Jian Wushuang. As it stood, both of them were completely undefeated.
After another earth-shattering battle, Lin Xuan defeated Cang Yunlong and claid victory, his winning streak still intact.
So strong, he was truly too strong. They were an unrivaled pair of prodigies. This Lin Xuan and Jian Wushuang were an unmatched duo.
The champion would undoubtedly be one of them. But who would it be?
"Ahhh, I’m so excited!"
"I wonder when the two of them will finally face off!"
"Their battle will be the greatest clash of titans!"
The crowd was buzzing with excitent.
Finally, the mont arrived. Lin Xuan was at a 98-win streak. Jian Wushuang was also at a 98-win streak. With only one battle remaining for each of them, they finally t on the arena.
It was ti for the final battle!
The entire battlefield erupted. Countless people stared at the arena with rapt attention.
The final showdown! The winner of this fight would be crowned champion of the Hidden Dragon Chart! Because the victor would have a 99-win streak with no losses, they would certainly be the champion!
Who would it be? Who would ultimately be the champion?
Would it be Lin Xuan, who had created miracles all along the way? Or would it be Jian Wushuang, who possessed half-step Sword Intent?
So believed it would be Lin Xuan, considering the number of miracles he had already perford. Others thought it would be Jian Wushuang, as Sword Intent was imnsely powerful. Even a half-step Sword Intent was enough to sweep away everything.
The crowd discussed excitedly.
On the arena, Lin Xuan and Jian Wushuang stood on opposite sides.
Finally, the last battle! A smile crept onto Lin Xuan’s lips. I wonder if Jian Wushuang will be able to make use the Cyan Dragon Heaven-Rending Palm!
Jian Wushuang also looked at Lin Xuan and said, "I’ve finally t you. I’ve long wanted to have a match with you. I’m eager to experience your World-Ending Flood Dragon Fist."
"You will," Lin Xuan nodded. "I also wish to experience your Sword Intent. I wonder, can you force to use my strongest power?"
"Your strongest power? Is that the Dragon Palm?" Jian Wushuang asked.
"It’s not the Dragon Palm," Lin Xuan shook his head. "My strongest power is far greater than the Dragon Palm. I just haven’t had a chance to use it yet, because none of my previous opponents were worthy. I wonder if you will be."
Jian Wushuang was taken aback. Such arrogance. "Alright. I want to see what this strongest power of yours is."
As his voice fell, Jian Wushuang took a step forward, and Sword Qi erupted from his body. Countless dazzling streams of Sword Qi appeared—Thunder Sword Qi, Gale Sword Qi, Autumn Rain Sword Qi... Each type of Sword Qi carried a different power, and they all surged forward, enveloping Lin Xuan.
The spectators were stunned. "Damn, is this the final battle? He’s going all out from the very beginning!"
"Jian Wushuang unleashed so many sword techniques at once! I wonder if Lin Xuan can withstand them?"
Lin Xuan snorted coldly. He pushed his Ten Thousand Dragons Body to its absolute limit and, combined with his Red Dragon Armor, he began to radiate a brilliant light, as if he had transford into a human-shaped True Dragon. He swung his fists, sweeping in all directions.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Thunderous booms erupted as all the surrounding Sword Qi was blasted away by his strikes. Like a young Divine Dragon, Lin Xuan strode forward. He clenched his hand into a fist and threw a punch toward Jian Wushuang.
The surrounding void trembled violently, as if it were about to shatter. Jian Wushuang’s expression changed, and his body swayed. He was incredibly shocked. So this is the legendary World-Ending Flood Dragon Fist. Its destructive power is truly terrifying. Looks like it’s ti to use my ultimate skill.
Jian Wushuang’s gaze sharpened, and he pointed his longsword toward the sky. A bolt of Thunder Sword Qi pierced through heaven and earth. The sky roiled with wind and clouds, coalescing into a massive thundercloud. From within that thundercloud, a gigantic head descended, like a Supre Divine Beast looking down upon the mortal world.
The head let out a roar and spat a torrent of lightning that shot toward Lin Xuan.
"What?!" The surrounding people were stunned by the sight.
The disciples from the Ten Thousand Swords Sect grew excited. "It’s the Thunder Kirin! The ultimate skill of the Thunder Swordsmanship!"
The Celestial Sword Sect Leader roared with laughter. "Victory is ours! That sword strike also carries destructive power. There’s no way Lin Xuan can withstand it. His defeat is certain!"
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