"Let’s begin." Zhou Qi’s voice rang out.
"Wait!" Yi Shuiyan stared directly at Ling Chen, enunciating each word carefully, "Before we start, I have a proposal. In a martial arts competition, one should give it their all, but it’s inevitable that one may not control themselves and cause accidental injury. I am aware of the rules of the Heavenly chanism Pavilion, but they are too restrictive, making it difficult to really let loose. I think we should agree on our own rule between us."
Ling Chen’s expression remained indifferent, but his mind fully grasped the intent behind Yi Shuiyan’s words.
"Tell , what rule?"
"Combat can be unpredictable, and if soone gets hurt, or even dies on the stage, it can’t be blad on anyone else. What do you say?"
Upon hearing this, before Ling Chen could respond, Zhou Qi frowned from below the stage and chastised, "Yi Shuiyan, don’t overstep your bounds."
Yi Shuiyan let out a cold laugh, ignoring Zhou Qi’s warning, his chilling eyes fixated on Ling Chen as if awaiting his response.
Seeing that Ling Chen had yet to reply, Yi Shuiyan snorted with a sneer, his eyes brimming with disdain, "What’s the matter, don’t you have the courage? Are you only capable of hiding behind a woman, letting her fight for you? Hmph! How can soone like you be worthy of being called a man?"
Faced with Yi Shuiyan’s provocation, the corners of Ling Chen’s mouth lifted slightly, his pupils as dark as Mo Che’s, radiating a fierce chill.
Yi Shuiyan had this request because his true purpose was likely to see him slain right there, to avenge the humiliation suffered by the Dangyang Sect.
With this in mind, Ling Chen glanced at the seats of the Eight Eccentrics. He saw Qiu Yong and the others looking worried, gently shaking their heads at him, signaling him to refuse Yi Shuiyan’s proposal.
Ling Chen was silent for a mont before suddenly breaking into a smile and nodding, "Fine, if you wish for a battle to the death, then I’m all in."
As soon as he said this, the entire place erupted in shock. No one expected Ling Chen to agree to Yi Shuiyan’s demand; wasn’t it akin to seeking death? Imdiately, the spectators were abuzz with surprise, so admiring Ling Chen’s bravery, but many believed that his action was recklessly endangering his own life.
Although Ling Chen had demonstrated considerable strength in the previous days’ matches, it was still just that: considerable. The top five on the Newcor List were not like his previous opponents, almost all possessing strength not inferior to those on the Dragon List.
"Good! Very good!" Hearing Ling Chen’s agreent to his proposal, Yi Shuiyan’s face showed a subtle and successful conspiratorial smirk.
"Everyone present has heard, if soone should be unlucky enough to be killed in this battle, they can only bla their insufficient skills and cannot hold others accountable. Please be our witnesses."
No sooner had he finished speaking than soone in the stands shouted indignantly, "Yi Shuiyan, can the people from the Dangyang Sect be any more shaless? Ling Chen saved your lives, and yet you play these tricks against him, it’s despicable beyond asure."
"That’s right, the behavior of the Dangyang Sect is too outrageous."
Faced with the chorus of condemnation, the Dangyang Sect’s complexion turned unsightly. Especially Sect Leader Zhu Jin, with a grim face and a darkly oppressive gaze. Likely, they didn’t expect Yi Shuiyan’s proposal to attract so much disdain, casting a further blow on the reputation of the Dangyang Sect.
Moreover, if Yi Shuiyan were to kill Ling Chen in front of everyone present, the Dangyang Sect might bear the stigma of being ungrateful, becoming an object of scorn to all.
Zhu Jin wished nothing more than for Ling Chen to die imdiately, to wash away their previous disgrace, yet this outco was sothing he had not anticipated.
To kill, or not to kill, beca the biggest problem they were facing now.
At this ti, Yi Shuiyan also realized that the situation was sowhat out of control and involuntarily cast his gaze towards Zhu Jin, waiting for his instruction.
Zhu Jin kept a cold expression, and after deep consideration, he subtly shook his head at Yi Shuiyan. There would be plenty of opportunities to deal with Ling Chen after the Heavenly chanism Great Ceremony ended; for now, it was better to restrain themselves to avoid tarnishing the reputation of the Dangyang Sect.
Having received Zhu Jin’s signal, Yi Shuiyan, although frustrated, had no other choice but to contain his urge to kill.
"Shall we begin, everyone is getting impatient," Ling Chen looked at Yi Shuiyan and asked.
Without a word, Yi Shuiyan lightly lifted the steel blade in his hand, slanting it towards the ground, his waist shifted slightly to the side, assuming an offensive stance.
Feeling the intense sharpness emanating from Yi Shuiyan’s eyes, Ling Chen lightly triggered the chanism, and the Tianling Blade imdiately sprang out, turning into a sharp edge, held across his chest.
"Kill!"
With a low shout, Yi Shuiyan leaned forward, his speed surging as he quickly closed in on Ling Chen with the steel blade in hand. In the blink of an eye, the ten-ter distance shrank to two.
As the two were about to clash, Yi Shuiyan abruptly raised his steel blade, unleashing a fierce montum that carried a formidable force. With one strike, he aid to slash straight down onto Ling Chen’s head. The blade’s speed was so fast, it was like a residual image flashing through midair, nearly impossible for the naked eye to catch.
However, although his eyes couldn’t catch it, Ling Chen still had his keen hearing. Relying on his ears, at the instant the steel blade was about to descend, Ling Chen’s feet suddenly moved back, and with just one step, the blade’s edge fell through empty space, slicing down in front of Ling Chen’s forehead.
Failing to hit his mark, Yi Shuiyan pressed on once more, relentlessly moving in step by step, intent on capturing Ling Chen in one fell swoop.
Back when he first fought Ling Chen in East Sea City, Yi Shuiyan had almost effortlessly defeated him. In his eyes, Ling Chen simply wasn’t qualified to be his opponent. Even though Ling Chen had impressive performances in the martial arts duels a few days ago, for Yi Shuiyan, it was impossible for Ling Chen to surpass himself in the short span of less than two months.
However, after a round of fierce attacks, Yi Shuiyan’s face beca increasingly grim.
Amidst his tempestuous onslaught, Ling Chen maintained an orderly defense. Ling Chen dodged several killing moves in a row, and this was certainly not just a matter of luck.
Thinking this, Yi Shuiyan changed his sword force, and his straightforward, wide-sweeping blade technique instantaneously beca cunning, targeting those areas that were difficult to defend. For a mont, Ling Chen was thrown into disarray, nearly falling victim to the attacks several tis.
Before the duel, Ling Chen had studied Yi Shuiyan’s blade techniques more than once, and had even specifically sought advice from Yuan Yun, who specialized in blade techniques. In Yuan Yun’s words, Yi Shuiyan’s blade technique was aggressive and straightforward, embodying the essence of speed, accuracy, and ruthlessness. However, from the current situation, it was clear that Yi Shuiyan was proficient in more than just one type of blade technique.
Indeed, he deserved his reputation as a master of the blade.
At this ti, a trace of impatience gradually appeared on Yi Shuiyan’s face; after several minutes, he still couldn’t breach Ling Chen’s defense, which was causing him to lose face.
He was, after all, ranked fourth on the Newcor List, facing a forr opponent who had been defeated by his hand, and yet he was entangled for so long. According to his previous plan, he intended to take down Ling Chen in one go, seriously injuring him in the shortest amount of ti.
However, Ling Chen’s strength was sowhat beyond his expectations.
Could it be that in such a short period of less than two months, one could make such significant progress?
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