Ren Han didn’t give Ling Chen much of a chance to catch his breath. He lifted his steel blade and swiftly closed the distance, slashing toward Ling Chen’s shoulder.
The Nine Yang Qiankun Step lost its effectiveness, and Ling Chen had no other choice but to forcefully withstand Ren Han’s attack. Clang! With a crisp sound, the edges of their steel blades collided, sparking bursts of fire. Ling Chen focused his gaze and his expression changed.
As expected, compared to Ren Han’s weapon, his own steel blade was completely inferior. After just one strike, the edge of his steel blade was already chipped. Without ti to think further, Ren Han leaped into the air, his steel blade slicing through the air. The Lianyang Saber Technique unfolded instantly, like a relentless river, strike after strike, each one deadly. Furthermore, when Ling Chen’s steel blade touched the opponent’s, it seed as if a strong suction force emanated from the opponent’s blade.
It was as if Ling Chen’s steel blade was stuck, the rhythm entirely controlled by Ren Han.
Damn!
Facing this situation, Ling Chen couldn’t help but curse under his breath. He had seen many formidable saber techniques, but never one as strange as this. He understood clearly that once he fell into the opponent’s rhythm, defeat was only a matter of ti.
After enduring over a dozen moves, Ling Chen’s footsteps continuously retreated. With no choice, as the opponent’s offense was too fierce and coupled with Ren Han’s upper hand in weaponry, Ling Chen could only adopt a passive defense. Yet, even so, he felt extrely strained.
Looking at his chipped steel blade, Ling Chen gritted his teeth and abruptly moved back, widening the distance between them. Before Ren Han could close in again, Ling Chen shook his wrist and thrust his steel blade toward the ground. In an instant, the blade shattered into more than ten sharp steel fragnts.
Seeing Ling Chen’s action, Ren Han was slightly taken aback, not understanding what Ling Chen intended to do.
Taking advantage of the mont, Ling Chen quickly bent down, scooping all the sharp steel fragnts from the ground into his hands, gripping them tightly.
Huh? At this mont, the sharp-eyed Ling Chen suddenly noticed a red light flashing on the floor. Taking a closer look, it appeared to be a microchip. After a brief mont of shock, Ling Chen quickly realized. It must have fallen out of the handle when he shattered his steel blade.
To think a microchip was hidden inside a sword, this was sothing he had never encountered before. As his mind raced, Ling Chen’s gaze turned towards Ren Han, a hint of suspicion in his eyes. This sword was prepared in advance by Ren Han; he must have known about the microchip.
Could it be... Ling Chen’s eyes darted back and forth as he instantly understood the function of the microchip.
Earlier, when he executed the Nine Yang Qiankun Step, Ren Han had seen through his movent technique twice. He initially thought Ren Han had mastered a way to counter his technique, but now it seed that wasn’t the case. It was likely the microchip at work.
The microchip could provide precise positioning, and by relying on the signal from the microchip, Ren Han could accurately determine his location, launching attacks in advance. According to Ling Chen’s earlier plan, he intended to shatter the blade into many pieces to use as hidden weapons, never expecting this unexpected discovery of a microchip.
Hmph! You call this a fair duel? Damn!
Ling Chen spat disdainfully, glaring coldly at Ren Han, "Chairman Ren, I thought you were a gentleman. I didn’t expect you to be so deceitful, using such despicable ans."
Exposed by Ling Chen, Ren Han felt no sha and instead said, "Victory belongs to those who are prepared. Using tactics is not shaful; as long as I win, anything goes."
"Is that so? Chairman Ren, you’re truly shaless. I can’t imagine how soone like you beca the Chairman of the Martial Arts Association."
"Enough talk. Today, you’re not leaving this room." With those words, Ren Han raised his steel blade high and approached quickly, ready to launch another attack.
Whoosh!
A whistling sound pierced the air, and Ren Han quickly stopped, brandishing his blade to block. With a crisp ’clang,’ a steel fragnt was deflected away.
Seeing the fragnt miss its target, Ling Chen imdiately shifted sideways. At the sa ti, he executed the Nine Yang Qiankun Step once more, transforming into a series of afterimages, rapidly moving around Ren Han. Without the microchip’s assistance, Ren Han was left to rely solely on his skills.
Watching Ling Chen’s rapid movents around him, Ren Han kept turning his head, trying to lock on to Ling Chen’s position. However, Ling Chen was too fast for his eyes to catch. Seeing this, Ren Han suddenly swung his blade forward, executing a sweeping move that forced Ling Chen back several ters.
Taking this opportunity, Ren Han suddenly accelerated, rushing towards the back of the gym.
Trying to escape?
Without a word, Ling Chen slid forward, imdiately following behind Ren Han. However, after pursuing only a short distance, Ling Chen abruptly stopped.
By this ti, Ren Han had reached a position against the wall, with the wall providing defense. He only needed to defend from the front without worrying about attacks from behind. Yet, seeing Ling Chen stand motionless in the center of the room, Ren Han was montarily puzzled. He thought Ling Chen would pursue him, yet he showed no intention of doing so.
Sensing Ren Han’s bewildered gaze, Ling Chen spoke in a detached tone, "Chairman Ren, do you take for a fool? Duped once, would I fall for it again? Are you luring over there to use underhanded tactics against ?"
Ren Han said nothing, but from his gloomy eyes, it was clear that Ling Chen had seen through his intentions. Indeed, he had prepared a ’surprise’ gift for Ling Chen around himself. If Ling Chen followed, it would certainly neutralize him, making him his prisoner.
But Ling Chen wasn’t falling for it, rendering his carefully laid plans ineffective.
Whoosh!
The sound of sothing piercing the air arose, and a steel fragnt shot from Ling Chen’s hand toward Ren Han.
Ren Han imdiately raised his steel blade across his front, deflecting the fragnt away. After being blocked by Ren Han, Ling Chen continued the sa thod of attack, steel fragnts constantly flying towards Ren Han. At this mont, in Ling Chen’s eyes, Ren Han was like a stationary target.
Ren Han dared not leave his position against the wall and could only cower there unless he had confidence in dealing with Ling Chen’s Nine Yang Qiankun Step. Otherwise, as long as Ling Chen didn’t enter his trap, Ren Han could only take a beating passively.
Soon, Ling Chen used up all the steel fragnts in his hand. Looking at the equipnt around, Ling Chen’s eyes lit up, and he quickly walked toward a set of dumbbells. These dumbbells were composed of very heavy plates, each weighing ten kilograms, the lightest being five kilograms. For Ling Chen, they were undoubtedly the best weapons.
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