"The blade is destroyed, what else can you fight with?" Yi Shuiyan sneered coldly, sheathing his sword and standing upright, his posture as sharp as a blade, his aura intimidating and overwhelming.
Ling Chen casually threw away the broken Wolf Kiss, rubbing his sore right shoulder, and replied, "I still have my hands and feet, a pair of fists is enough. Let’s go again!"
Hearing this, Yi Shuiyan did not strike imdiately but sheathed his steel blade, held the scabbard with one hand behind his back, and extended the other hand forward, speaking indifferently, "I won’t take advantage of you. If you want a fistfight, I’m ga. Just withstand three moves from using one hand, and I’ll let you go tonight."
One hand?
Ling Chen was slightly taken aback, a surge of naless anger instantly welling up in his heart. This bastard, he was underestimating him too much, it was an outright insult.
Taking a deep breath, Ling Chen tried to suppress the anger in his heart, maintaining his composure. In such monts, he must not let anger dominate his emotions, which would only impair his ability to think.
Watching Yi Shuiyan opposite him, raising one hand slightly with palm facing upward, his left hand holding the scabbard behind his back, his movents casual. However, Ling Chen dared not act rashly. The stronger the martial artist, the more effortless their actions, each movent naturally flawless, with no trace of vulnerability. Yi Shuiyan had clearly reached this level.
Ling Chen moved his legs without hesitation and launched a direct frontal attack.
Facing an expert like Yi Shuiyan, there was no chance for tricks, only a head-on confrontation.
The mont his feet touched the ground, Ling Chen bent his knees and pushed forcefully, his body flying out again, rapidly closing in with a steel fist aiming straight for Yi Shuiyan’s face.
As the fist approached, Yi Shuiyan remained expressionless, his hand lifting lightly, wrapping around Ling Chen’s wrist like a nimble snake, then nudging it to the side, which sent Ling Chen’s punch veering off course into the air.
One punch missed, Ling Chen did not back down but advanced, powering his shoulder and elbow, fiercely slamming towards Yi Shuiyan.
Feeling Yi Shuiyan’s body retreating, Ling Chen felt a surge of elation.
It worked!
However, the joy in his eyes didn’t last long and was replaced by shock. Under Ling Chen’s shoulder and elbow strike, Yi Shuiyan’s feet seed rooted to the ground, immovable, only his upper body leaning back. As Ling Chen’s force exhausted, Yi Shuiyan’s upper body sprung forward, crashing into Ling Chen.
Suddenly, Ling Chen lost his balance, and was struck flying.
Bang!
Accompanied by a muffled sound, Ling Chen’s body fell heavily to the ground from mid-air, the pain making him grimace.
"One more move!"
Yi Shuiyan’s voice ca, Ling Chen gritted his teeth and quickly scrambled up. But as he was getting up, a shadow flickered before him.
Soon before Ling Chen could react, a severe pain exploded in his abdon, Yi Shuiyan’s five fingers embedding deep into his flesh, the pain unbearable.
"Get lost!"
Enduring the agony, Ling Chen shouted fiercely, throwing a punch towards Yi Shuiyan. The punch ca, and Yi Shuiyan scoffed, completely disregarding Ling Chen’s attack. Or rather, Ling Chen’s reaction was completely anticipated by him.
Bang!
With a swift twist of his waist, Yi Shuiyan dodged Ling Chen’s fist, swinging his fist sideways harshly smashing it into Ling Chen’s cheek.
Splurt!
A mouthful of fresh blood spewed out, and the heavily struck Ling Chen felt his head go blank, his consciousness wavering, everything before him blurring.
Wobbling a few tis, he finally could not hold on, and collapsed to the ground.
Looking at Ling Chen who couldn’t get up from the ground, Yi Shuiyan sneered disdainfully, "So weak, yet dare to claim yourself as a Tiger List expert. Truly disappointing to the extre."
In the midst of talking, Ling Chen, with his hands pressing against the ground, struggled to his feet, his steps wavering unsteadily as if he could fall at any mont.
But no matter what, he ultimately stood up, albeit looking sowhat disheveled, with his cheeks swollen and his forehead bruised in shades of blue and purple, his body covered in dust.
Seeing Ling Chen manage to rise again, Yi Shuiyan frowned slightly, his eyes revealing a chill.
Suddenly, Yi Shuiyan’s expression tensed as if he had made a resolve, he abruptly lunged forward, his palm wind howling, his montum fierce, aiming straight for Ling Chen’s face.
"Stop!"
At this critical mont, a sharp shout accompanied by a flash of cold light ca.
Seeing the cold light approaching, Yi Shuiyan’s expression changed slightly, quickly retreating. He swung his scabbard forward, knocking the cold light to the ground.
Looking at the diamond-shaped dart on the ground, Yi Shuiyan glanced around, searching for the person who had intervened and coldly said, "Brave enough to make a move, but not brave enough to show yourself?"
"You just said that as long as he can withstand three strikes from you without falling, you’d let him off. Yi Shuiyan, as a leading figure among the younger generation, are you going to go back on your word?"
The voice ca from all directions. Yi Shuiyan’s eyebrows relaxed, and with a smile that was not quite a smile, he said, "You know ?"
"Yi Shuiyan, the mad blade, one of the youngest experts in the martial arts world today, strong enough to rival those on the Dragon List, a talent vigorously cultivated by the Dangyang Sect, in full glory, and one of the most eligible candidates to win the Heavenly chanism Great Ceremony."
Yi Shuiyan nodded and said, "Alright, since you know , I won’t make things difficult for him tonight."
"No, not just tonight. I hope you won’t trouble him until the Heavenly chanism Great Ceremony begins."
Hearing this, Yi Shuiyan chuckled coldly, "Aren’t you asking for too much?"
"There’s less than two months left till the Heavenly chanism Great Ceremony, Ling Chen will also participate. Whatever grudges or disputes you have with him, wouldn’t it be better to settle them at the Heavenly chanism Great Ceremony?"
"I don’t have the patience to wait that long."
"If you do not agree, then you will never get the Tianling Blade."
As soon as the words fell, three beams of cold light shot out in a trident formation, rapidly closing in on Yi Shuiyan. Seeing this, Yi Shuiyan imdiately swung his scabbard, slashing towards the three streams of cold light, intending to knock them down.
However, as the scabbard touched the cold light, Yi Shuiyan’s face slightly changed, a look of realization flashing across his eyes.
Such strong Inner Strength!
Is this demonstration ant for ?
Thinking this, Yi Shuiyan smiled and said, "Fine, I agree. The issues between him and can wait until the Heavenly chanism Great Ceremony."
After speaking, Yi Shuiyan didn’t linger and turned to leave, disappearing at the end of the street.
Once Yi Shuiyan had left, Ling Chen, whose mind was still sowhat dazed, couldn’t hold on any longer and collapsed to the ground, sitting back against a utility pole.
"Are you okay?"
In a daze, a gentle voice rang in his ears. Ling Chen, struggling to lift his head, suddenly saw a blurry figure. Because of the heavy blow to his head, his vision hadn’t fully recovered, and everything looked unclear.
"Who... who are you?"
"Don’t ask too much now, just rest well when you get back." After saying this, the voice sighed softly, adding, "There’s too much strife in the martial arts world. You indeed have talent, but to claim a place for yourself, you still fall far short. Keep working hard; I believe you won’t disappoint ."
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