Chapter 57 - Lin Xuan vs Jiang Yulong

Duan Fei’s ghostly fast movement technique lost its effect, and he was immediately at a disadvantage.

Both contestants engaged in close combat, with Purple Light soaring and Sword Qi crisscrossing.

But without his speed, Duan Fei was like a bird in the sky that had lost its wings, unable to exert his full strength.

“Wind Shocking Sword!”

Duan Fei thrust out his sword, his muddy body becoming somewhat more agile, and the image of a white eagle appeared above the sword tip.

“Sword Force!

Again, Sword Force!

Truly worthy of being one of the Outer Four Masters, not only is his speed abnormal, but he has also mastered Sword Force!”

Shangguan Liuyun’s eyes sparkled, and the long spear in his hand transformed into a Flood Dragon, pouncing on the white eagle, immediately causing a fierce collision sound to erupt throughout the arena.

Boom!

After the earth-shaking vibration, the two separated again, and where they had stood, there appeared a slap-like cross-shaped crack, almost splitting the entire arena into four parts.

Duan Fei took over a dozen steps back before stabilizing himself, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, looking somewhat frightened at the opposite Shangguan Liuyun.

Shangguan Liuyun stood with his spear, Divine Flame flickering on his body, his aura not the slightest bit disturbed.

“I concede!” Duan Fei sheathed his longsword, his skills being countered, continuing the fight would be futile, it was better to conserve his energy for the third round.

Shangguan Liuyun sheathed his purple long spear, cupped his hands towards Duan Fei, and then strode off the arena.

“Shangguan Liuyun wins!” the referee’s voice boomed.

“Shangguan Liuyun is too strong, even Duan Fei’s abnormal speed was countered, and it seems he didn’t even use his full strength.”

“It looks like Shangguan Liuyun will undoubtedly be the champion this time…”

Everyone was discussing Shangguan Liuyun, while Lin Xuan closed his eyes, sensing the movement technique used by Duan Fei and the peculiar Vortex Spear Technique of Shangguan Liuyun.

According to Lord of Wine, Shangguan Liuyun’s Vortex Spear Technique was an application of Spiritual Power, controlling every strand of Spiritual Power precisely, then spinning it at high speeds to create a vortex-like effect.

This technique and Lin Xuan’s Thunder Move Sword Technique had a certain similarity in that they both involved precise control of power to maximize its effects.

“Semifinals second match, Lin Xuan vs Jiang Yulong!”

Thirty minutes later, the referee’s voice rang out again, this match would determine another victor to duel with Shangguan Liuyun in the final.

“Hmph, it’s finally my turn to make a move, Lin Xuan, you’re as good as dead!” Jiang Yulong leapt gracefully onto the arena, standing with his arms crossed, looking very relaxed.

“Looking at Jiang Yulong’s expression, it seems he doesn’t regard Lin Xuan as a threat.”

“Of course, he’s already confident enough to challenge Shangguan Liuyun, how could he lose here?”

In the crowd, the disciples of the Divine Power Group burst into earth-shattering cheers, as if Jiang Yulong had already won the championship.

“Hey, where is Lin Xuan?

Why isn’t he up there yet?” someone questioned.

“Could he be scared?” Normally, both contestants would already be standing on the platform, yet Lin Xuan was nowhere to be seen.

“Hmph, whether he shows up or not, it’ll be the same result.

But such a coward?

This is the first time I’ve seen,” the disciples of the Divine Power Group sneered.

“Frick, look at Lin Xuan, what is he doing, meditating, has he fallen asleep?” someone noticed Lin Xuan in the resting area, meditating with his eyes closed, showing no intention of entering the arena.

“Darn, just admit it if you’re too scared to fight!”

“Lin…

Lin Xuan,” Yin Qingyi whispered softly.

“Hey, you bastard, you’re not actually scared, are you?” Tang Yu whispered as well.

Lin Xuan opened his eyes and helplessly rubbed his head, still reminiscing about that battle; he had almost completely grasped it, all that was left was to put it into practice.

If anyone knew Lin Xuan’s thoughts, they would be astounded—a talent monstrous enough that a single observation was all it took to understand the essence of someone else’s martial arts.

He stood up and slowly walked onto the arena, opposite Jiang Yulong.

“Still dare to come up?” Jiang Yulong said disdainfully.

“I think you’re better off down there.

At least that way, a coward like you can stay alive.”

“You talk too much,” Lin Xuan said indifferently.

“Humph, keep pretending.

You think defeating Hua Yangping means you can challenge me?

You’re far from ready!”

“I don’t know who gave you such confidence, but from now on, that confidence will mean nothing in front of me!” Lin Xuan replied as he unsheathed a dark red longsword.

“How about I let you make three moves?” Jiang Yulong arrogantly offered.

“Otherwise, if you lost with just one move, where would the fun be?”

“Let me make three moves?” Lin Xuan smiled slightly.

“Thanks for that.”

With that said, he disappeared from the spot and reappeared right in front of Jiang Yulong.

The ten-zhang distance had been closed in the blink of an eye; the speed was terrifying.

Before the crowd could react, Lin Xuan’s Red Flame Greatsword thunderously came crashing down, like red lightning, reaching its peak speed.

The Red Flame Greatsword, like a giant mountain, was immensely heavy as it bore down on Jiang Yulong, who couldn’t dodge and was forced to draw his sword to block.

Ding!

The two swords collided, producing a metallic booming sound.

“Weren’t you going to let me make three moves?” Lin Xuan said with a cold smile.

“Benefit canceled, now I want you dead!” Jiang Yulong parried Lin Xuan’s greatsword with his own, his face twisted ferociously.

That strike had almost caught him off guard.

“I’m going to show you what a true genius is!” Fire suddenly enveloped Jiang Yulong’s longsword, blazing like the sun.

After the fiery Spiritual Power appeared, the temperature in the air instantly soared, and black spots appeared on the ground, which was the consequence of being scorched by intense heat.

“In front of my Fire Attribute Spiritual Power, you are no different from an ant!” Jiang Yulong swung his longsword, spreading waves of heat that nearly melted the void.

“Flame Dragon Sword!” Jiang Yulong thrust forward, and his fiery red Spiritual Power transformed into a fire dragon, roaring as it approached.

In the blink of an eye, the fire dragon was upon Lin Xuan, poised to devour him.

Lin Xuan circulated the Longevity Technique, quickly rotating the Spiritual Power inside his body.

Since absorbing the golden arc, his Spiritual Power had turned light gold.

A light golden light covered him like a golden armor—this was the first time Lin Xuan had displayed Spiritual Power in the arena.

Seeing the golden light on Lin Xuan, someone exclaimed, “Fifth Rank of Mystical Realm, are you kidding?”

“What?

Fifth Rank of Mystical Realm?

Are you sure?

A Fifth Rank defeating Hua Yangping?

That’s devilish!”

The aura Lin Xuan displayed was indeed at the Fifth Rank of Mystical Realm, but his strength far surpassed that of a typical Sixth Rank disciple.

“Is he really planning to take that strike head-on?” the disciples wondered, realizing Lin Xuan showed no intention of dodging.

“Has he gone mad?

That’s Attribute Spiritual Power; how can his Fifth Rank Mystical Realm Spiritual Power withstand that?”

This scene baffled everyone, including Shangguan Liuyun, whose eyes flickered with a hint of puzzlement.