Chapter 26 - Two Choices

“Thunder Move Thirteen Swords!”

This was the thirteen sword strikes of the first level of the Thunder Move Sword Technique, now unleashed all at once by Lin Xuan.

The longsword in front of him formed a curtain of light, shimmering with a green radiance.

The blood-red light rapidly approached, and before even making contact, it emitted a thunderous rumble that made one’s eardrums shiver.

Liang Hong was greatly shocked in his heart; he had never seen such a peculiar swordsmanship before—each strike faster than the last, and its power steadily accumulating.

His own Blood Sword broke through five or six defenses but had already slowed down.

“How could this be?

How can a fourth-stage disciple of congealing veins possess such a bizarre sword technique?” Liang Hong was astounded in his heart, but what of it?

He was a whole rank higher than Lin Xuan—just with spiritual power, he could crush his opponent!

“Break for me!”

Liang Hong roared, his blood-red light intensifying once again.

The red sword light involuntarily doubled in size, swiftly tearing through Lin Xuan’s defenses.

Bang, bang, bang!

The blood-red sword light, unstoppable, pierced through nine of Lin Xuan’s defenses in succession, meeting Lin Xuan’s tenth sword with its sinister gleam.

Lin Xuan was also shaken.

He hadn’t expected Liang Hong to be so formidable.

It seemed one should never underestimate anyone, especially the disciples who were able to join the Divine Power Group.

But still, he had confidence in the Thunder Move Sword Technique.

Each strike of this technique added a layer of hidden strength upon the base of the previous one.

By the time it reached the thirteenth strike, it would accumulate the hidden strength from the previous twelve swords—this force was enough to compensate for the gap between him and Liang Hong.

Metal clashed against metal, sparks flew in all directions.

Liang Hong already wore a cruel smile, the screen of light before Lin Xuan growing weaker by the moment, as if it would shatter at any second.

His heart finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Although this Lin Xuan had forced him to use his sword skill, his offense remained unstoppable.

Thinking of the 300 Contribution Points he would get from defeating Lin Xuan, his longsword quickened even more.

“Lin Xuan is going to lose,” someone among the watching disciples said, “But to have forced Liang Hong to use his sword skill, he can be proud enough.”

“Hmph, it’s his bad luck to face Liang Hong; he still dares to claim he has a Fast Sword in front of him,” commented a disciple from the Divine Power Group disparagingly.

Lin Xuan’s expression grew solemn.

He had just the last three swords left—success or failure hinged on this.

His figure flickered, and he took the initiative to meet the attack.

The Black Iron Sword, like a dragon in flight, ferociously surged toward the blood-red sword light.

“Dammit!

He’s actually daring to attack; does he have a death wish?” Many disciples were shocked.

The disciples of the Divine Power Group were also astounded, unable to deduce Lin Xuan’s intentions and attributing it merely to a desire to fight desperately.

Liang Hong, seeing Lin Xuan take the initiative to attack, had eyes full of mockery.

“Is this what you call a dying counterattack?” Liang Hong laughed loudly.

Lin Xuan did not reply; his entire focus was immersed into the Thunder Move Sword Technique.

He was busy concentrating all the power in his body, precisely controlling the force of this sword strike.

“The eleventh sword!” Lin Xuan urged his spiritual power, his longsword vibrated vigorously, the sword light danced, and it collided with the Blood Sword.

Clang!

The immense force numbed Lin Xuan’s arms, and he quickly activated the Longevity Technique, with green spiritual power surging into his limbs to relieve the numbness.

However, his strike was not without effect.

Liang Hong’s offensive was blocked by it, slowing down slightly, and Lin Xuan’s mastery of the Thunder Move Sword Technique became even sharper.

“Only two swords left!” Lin Xuan gripped his longsword tightly, moving with basic footwork, his body continuously shifting.

Seeing his own offensive mitigated, Liang Hong became furious.

With a fierce look in his eyes, he channeled all of his spiritual power into the Blood Sword, readying to finish Lin Xuan off with one strike.

Whoosh!

The longsword danced through the air, causing it to tremble.

Liang Hong charged forward.

Lin Xuan also charged forward, his twelfth sword had already been cleaved out before he had even arrived.

“Die for me!” Liang Hong bellowed, his ferocious strength swooped away the Black Iron Sword, as the icy tip thrust towards Lin Xuan’s right chest.

At this critical moment, Lin Xuan’s gaze was piercingly sharp, as if he and the Black Iron Sword had merged into one, indistinguishable from each other.

This was a miraculous feeling, and under its influence, Lin Xuan swung his thirteenth sword.

All of the power accumulated in the previous strikes burst forth in this one sword, turning the Black Iron Long Sword into a black bolt of lightning that stirred the winds and clouds.

The sword body emitted a sound like rolling thunder, directly blasting away the blood-colored sword light.

Liang Hong felt as though he’d been struck by thunder and lightning, the overwhelming force left him in despair.

He was like a speck of dust, swaying under the Thunder Shock.

Drip, drip!

After the resplendent sword light passed, Liang Hong was left in a wretched state, hunched over with his left hand covering his chest, as blood incessantly flowed out.

“Liang, Liang Hong lost…” Members of the Divine Power Group stood frozen in shock like statues, their facial muscles twitching involuntarily, their hearts unable to accept the reality for a moment.

“I lost, I actually lost!” Liang Hong’s eyes were dull with disbelief, having lost to a fourth-stage disciple of Congealing Veins, severely shattering his confidence.

Lin Xuan stood there with his eyes slightly closed, digesting the sensations from before; that thirteenth sword, he felt as though he had transformed into thunder and lightning.

It was an extremely peculiar feeling.

“Remember you owe me thirty Contribution Points.” Lin Xuan opened his eyes and said to the retreating Liang Hong.

“Who’s next?”

Hearing this, the faces of the Divine Power Group members twisted, as even Liang Hong had been defeated, leaving only Xing Lifeng, their leader, capable of taking action.

However, Lin Xuan didn’t plan to let them go.

After all, a fat sheep worth thirty Contribution Points each was not easy to find.

So, he extended his finger, starting to call people out.

“None of you are allowed to leave,” Lin Xuan looked at the group from the Divine Power Group, “Prepare thirty Contribution Points and wait for your young master to collect them!” Lin Xuan said excitedly.

“You, yes you!” Lin Xuan pointed at a disciple from the Divine Power Group, “Come for a battle, don’t lose the momentum of the Divine Power Group.”

That disciple felt like dying; even Liang Hong had been defeated, he definitely wouldn’t stand a chance against Lin Xuan, but if he fled now, the Divine Power Group probably wouldn’t let him off.

It was over in less than three moves, and he was defeated.

Everyone then turned their gaze to Xing Lifeng, the highest in Cultivation among them; only he could possibly defeat Lin Xuan and avert this episode from becoming a joke.

“You’re going too far!” Xing Lifeng said with a cold face.

“Too far?

Did you think it was going too far when the Divine Power Group ambushed me?

Or when you sent a fifth-stage disciple to deal with me?

Or when you colluded with the Law Enforcement Team to frame me?” Lin Xuan retorted with a sneer, “Are you the only ones allowed to bully others and not allow them to fight back?”

“By opposing the Divine Power Group, there will be no place for you here!” Xing Lifeng scoffed coldly.

“Enough talk!” Lin Xuan pointed his Longsword diagonally, “Now you have two choices, one is to hand over thirty Contribution Points obediently, the other is to get beaten up by me and then hand over the Contribution Points obediently, which do you choose?”

“Arrogant, way too arrogant!”

The Divine Power Group disciples were seething with anger and wanted to desperately fight him, but due to the sect rules, they had no choice but to endure.

Now, the only one who could defeat Lin Xuan and restore their situation with dignity was Xing Lifeng.

And the onlookers hearing Lin Xuan’s words were brimming with excitement; they were not members of the Divine Power Group, and many had been bullied by the Divine Power Group themselves.

Now that someone was able to make the Divine Power Group suffer a loss, they were naturally overjoyed.

“I will shut you up!” Xing Lifeng slowly stepped onto the Array Platform, his gaze sharp as a knife, enveloping Lin Xuan.

“Brother Feng will definitely win!” The Divine Power Group disciples roared softly.

“Don’t worry, Brother Feng has the Cultivation of the Peak of the Fifth Stage of Pulse Condensation.

He won’t lose to him.

Just the pressure from his Spiritual Power could squash him!”

Xing Lifeng stood in the middle of the Array Platform, his hands clenched into fists, as his icy voice gradually rose, “Make your move, I’ll let you witness the strength of the Divine Power Group!”