Watching Shi Yong gradually closing in, Ling Chen gripped the Tianling Blade in his hand even tighter.
Indeed, none of the top ten on the Newcor List are ordinary characters. In the twinkling of a thought, Ling Chen made a swift decision. With a light tap of his toes, he shifted from defense to offense. The cold light of the Tianling Blade flashed as the blade swiftly extended, slicing towards Shi Yong’s shield.
Clang!
With a crisp sound, the blade steadily chopped onto the solid shield, leaving not a single mark. From the sound emitted by the shield, it could be inferred that the shield was made of pure steel, not only hefty but also extrely hard, making it difficult for ordinary attacks to break through its defense.
After several probing attempts, Ling Chen suddenly noticed sothing. Shi Yong, when facing an opponent, displayed great steadiness, not rushing for quick success but focusing on solid defense. After each defensive move, he wouldn’t seize the chance to attack but would stabilize his defense on the spot.
This might be related to his family’s history, where soldiers in ancient armies were primarily focused on maintaining stability. As the battlefield is ever-changing, one could lose their life at any mont. Therefore, the most important thing on the battlefield wasn’t victory, but survival, and Shi Yong had indeed inherited this excellent family tradition.
However, for Ling Chen, this was an opportunity.
Clang!
The attack was blocked by the shield once again. Without hesitation, Ling Chen imdiately moved his feet, shifting to Shi Yong’s left side, continuing to press the attack. Having understood Shi Yong’s habits, he knew that Shi Yong would not counterattack. Thus, he could attack boldly, continuously seeking vulnerabilities in the relentless onslaught to try and break Shi Yong’s defense.
However, after a round of aggressive attack akin to a storm, Ling Chen felt that he had exhausted half of his energy, yet Shi Yong’s defense was still impenetrable, without the slightest opportunity to exploit.
Yuan Yun, who was watching the battle, shook his head and said, "This isn’t going to work; Ling Cheng can’t outlast the opponent in stamina. If he can’t find a breakthrough, he’s bound to lose to Shi Yong eventually."
"This Shi Yong has a good foundation; his basics are very solid. Among the last five on the Newcor List, his strength is probably the strongest."
Hearing Xia Yue’s assessnt, the usually reticent Xu Ming spoke up: "At most three minutes. If no turning point erges, Ling Cheng will undoubtedly lose."
As they spoke, Ling Chen and Shi Yong stood on opposite sides of the arena, facing each other.
At this mont, Ling Chen had switched from holding the sword with one hand to both hands. After the continuous hard clashes, his arms felt incredibly sore and swollen, forcing him to use both hands to maintain the strength of the Tianling Blade.
Under the gaze of the crowd, the previously passive Shi Yong finally took a step forward, holding up his shield and advancing towards Ling Chen.
Seeing this, Ling Chen continuously changed positions, maintaining the distance between them.
Seeing his evasion and reluctance to fight, a wave of booing imdiately arose from the stands.
"If you’re too scared to fight him, just concede and stop wasting everyone’s ti," soone shouted loudly.
"Exactly, just concede graciously, why resort to such underhanded tactics?"
"Having the audacity to challenge Yi Shuiyan with such diocre skills, he must have water in his brain."
Amid the mocking voices rising and falling, Ling Chen acted as if he had heard nothing, turning a deaf ear and continuing to move around the arena, using this opportunity to recover his depleted energy.
However, this situation did not last long. As Ling Chen moved to the corner of the ring, Shi Yong, who had been maintaining a steady pace, suddenly quickened his steps, rushed forward, and cornered Ling Chen, leaving him no room to move to either side.
Feeling the mountain-like stable aura emanating from Shi Yong, Ling Chen raised his eyebrows, his eyes sparkling with sharp light.
At this mont, there were no other choices but to strike.
In an instant, without hesitation, Ling Chen forcefully propelled himself from the ground, leaped high, and with both hands holding the Tianling Blade, he brought it down with a slash.
Unexpectedly, Shi Yong did not defend with his shield as usual but swung it forcefully, striking the blade, and instantly deflecting the edge of the Tianling Blade.
Before Ling Chen could react, Shi Yong, holding his shield, quickly closed the distance and slamd his shield against Ling Chen, knocking him flying.
At the mont Ling Chen struck, he was already at the edge of the ring, and under the impact of the shield, his body imdiately flew out of the ring.
Seeing this, Qiu Yong and others changed their expressions drastically, stood up from their seats, and watched Ling Chen anxiously. On the other side of the spectator stand, Zhu Xiaozhu was biting her thin lips with worry, holding her clothes tightly, her concern even affecting Shi Su, earning a displeased look from him.
At this critical mont, as Ling Chen was about to hit the ground, he suddenly twisted his body mid-air, facing downward, and at the sa ti, flicked his wrist, lightly tapping the ground with the tip of the Tianling Blade. Instantly, the blade flexed like a fully drawn longbow.
Using the rebound force ford by the bent blade, Ling Chen bounced up again, his feet neatly landing on the edge of the ring.
That was close!
Ling Chen silently remarked, a cold sweat breaking out on his forehead. Once he fell out of the ring, this fight would be deed a loss to his opponent, and his journey would also co to an end.
Luckily, his quick reactions helped him regain control. However, the crisis was only temporarily averted. The match was not over yet, and facing a powerful opponent like Shi Yong, Ling Chen was unsure how to secure a victory.
Indeed, he still had so formidable techniques at his disposal. However, those techniques were intended for facing Yi Shuiyan, and if revealed now, even if he defeated Shi Yong, he would lose the ans to confront Yi Shuiyan later.
Because of this, Ling Chen was sowhat hesitant.
As he pondered, Shi Yong was already approaching with a shield in hand, his presence fierce. As Shi Yong drew closer, Ling Chen stared at the solid shield, his brow furrowing, his mind constantly searching for a strategy.
That shield was key; without dealing with it, his attacks were unlikely to threaten Shi Yong.
With a resolved expression, Ling Chen suddenly retracted the tip of the Tianling Blade he was holding. Following that, both ends of the Tianling Blade extended outwards, instantly transforming into a five-foot-long steel rod.
Not waiting for Shi Yong to approach, Ling Chen gripped the steel rod, took a few quick steps, then used it to vault from the ground, leaping over Shi Yong’s head.
Shi Yong seed unprepared for Ling Chen’s move, pausing slightly before looking up, lifting his shield above his head to guard against Ling Chen’s attack.
However, Ling Chen did not attack directly but lightly tapped the surface of the shield with the steel rod, using it to bounce even higher into the air.
Watching Ling Chen’s actions left the spectators puzzled, unsure of what he was planning.
Just when everyone was baffled, Ling Chen, who had jumped three ters into the air, suddenly spun around tightly gripping the steel rod, and from above, he smashed it down fiercely onto the shield.
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