Chapter 79 - The Heart of the Swordsman

The changes on the screen excited all martial artists, as most of them had bet on Qi Jue’s victory.

Now, witnessing such a scene, they were naturally elated.

Inside the virtual space, Lin Xuan’s face was overcast.

He had calmed down from his initial surprise, but the actions of the Ling Family were hard for him to swallow.

As administrators, they couldn’t even ensure basic fairness.

Lin Xuan felt disheartened by this.

However, asking for his surrender was out of the question.

As a swordsman, he would rather break than bend.

If he cowered before this threat, then what was the point of even talking about the Sword Intent of Martial Arts?

Opposite him, Qi Jue had a sinister smile on his face, the Purple Light from his blade washing over like waves, each strike stronger than the last.

“No one can control my will, I will use the longsword in my hand to cut through everything!” Lin Xuan’s heart was firm, and his eyes shone with a terrifying light.

“Thunder God’s Fury!”

He thrust his sword, and golden light attacked in all directions.

The air was filled with a succession of thunderstorms, as a sky full of golden electric arcs surged towards Qi Jue.

“Absolute Blade Seventh Form!” Qi Jue gritted his teeth, channeling his Spiritual Power as the two-yard-long Sword Light suddenly split into three, forming a fan-shaped attack.

Boom!

With a deafening roar, Lin Xuan’s longsword effortlessly pierced through the Purple Sword Light and then struck Qi Jue hard.

“No!” A scream escaped Qi Jue as he flew backward like a kite with its string cut before landing in a heap, his clothes shredded at the chest, and a sword mark on his chest that was three inches deep.

Although it wasn’t his real body, Qi Jue still felt agonizing pain, and he sensed the strength of this body rapidly fading.

“Am I going to lose?

No, how could I lose to a Sixth-tier of Muculation kid!” There was a hint of madness in Qi Jue’s eyes as he struggled to stand up, raising his longsword once again.

“Let me show you the final form of my Absolute Saber Eight Forms, Absolute No Kill!”

His robe fluttered without wind, all the Purple Light on his longsword seeping into its body.

In the next moment, a hazy Long Sword shadow appeared before him.

“This strike, hardly anyone of the same rank can withstand it, and you’re no exception!” Qi Jue’s face was ashen.

Then, as if using all his strength, he swung the blade.

The void seemed to tear open as a multitude of gales reversed direction, and a giant Sword Shadow over thirty feet long slashed towards Lin Xuan.

Lin Xuan let out a long howl, charging forward instead of retreating, his whole right arm and longsword turning a pale golden color, with tiny golden arcs flickering continuously.

However, when he attempted to strike, an authoritative voice once again echoed in his ears.

“Ignorant junior, how dare you resist my will?

I told you to lose, and you must lose!”

As the words fell, Lin Xuan’s longsword broke as if on cue, leaving only a small portion of the blade and the hilt.

In front of everyone, the administrator couldn’t directly interfere, but causing a little sabotage was still possible.

Lin Xuan’s broken sword was their doing.

This turn of events elicited gasps from all spectators.

Ling Ze laughed wildly, knowing Lin Xuan had thoroughly enraged the administrator, with no chance of victory.

And Qi Jue was ecstatic: “Haha, even the heavens are helping me, just accept your death gracefully!”

Lin Xuan, looking at the broken sword, felt a rage burning in his heart.

Strangely, he suddenly remembered the mysterious figure he had seen in the Demon Pit.

Arrogant, unrestrained, and destroying a peerless enemy between jokes and laughter.

In this moment, Lin Xuan seemed to understand something.

A smile appeared on his lips; even if you break my sword, you can’t change my will, for my sword and my heart are one.

Golden currents of electricity had failed to vanish.

Instead, they followed the trajectory of the broken sword, automatically forming a golden Lightning Sword.

“Feel the fear of the Thunder Slash!” Lin Xuan’s figure exploded into action like a golden streak of lightning across the sky.

The sharp Lightning Sword tore through the massive shadow of the sword, bearing the momentum to destroy everything, cleaving Qi Jue’s body in two at the waist.

Thump!

The long sword hit the ground.

Qi Jue’s bisected body fell and dissolved into white light.

Lin Xuan stood, sword pointing to the heavens, his heart surging with war intent.

That lightning-fast sword strike etched itself deeply into everyone’s hearts.

It took a long while before the warriors came back to their senses and let out exclamations of shock.

“Why is Lin Xuan still here?

Shouldn’t he have been teleported out?”

“Why is he pointing his sword at the sky?

Could there be more enemies?” The warriors discussed heatedly amongst themselves.

Lin Xuan’s muscles were tensed throughout his body as if ready to strike at any moment, guarding against the manager of the place.

Fortunately, the manager didn’t dare escalate the situation any further and, after a moment of silence, sent Lin Xuan out.

With a flash of light, Lin Xuan’s figure disappeared before everyone’s eyes.

In the next instant, his body, still within the array, trembled slightly before he slowly opened his eyes.

In that moment, he felt as though he had dropped from the Seventh Level of Pulse Condensation to the Sixth Rank; the disparity gave him an unreal feeling.

Fortunately, his will was strong and he quickly adapted to the change.

He gently circulated the Longevity Technique.

The Spiritual Power inside him flowed smoothly, and the golden Sword Intent Seed shone faintly.

He felt an even closer fusion with the Sword Intent Seed.

It seemed this competition had brought him quite a few benefits.

Lin Xuan smiled faintly, having not only experienced the power of the Seventh Level of Pulse Condensation ahead of time but also gaining a new understanding of the Sword Dao.

“It looks like I need a good reflection after I get back,” Lin Xuan decided to go into seclusion for a while.

Of course, before that, he still had some business to attend to—collecting the Spirit Stones he had won.

The odds for this match were ten to one; having wagered three thousand Spirit Stones, he could now collect thirty thousand.

Thirty thousand Spirit Stones was an enormous sum; Lin Xuan could not help but smile at the thought.

Boom!

The Stone Gate slowly opened, and Lin Xuan walked out.

Luo Qingshan had been waiting outside; having seen everything on the screen, he was particularly concerned.

“Are you alright?” Luo Qingshan asked.

“Let’s go collect the Spirit Stones,” Lin Xuan said, smiling as if nothing had happened, walking towards the staircase.

The two of them walked shoulder to shoulder, reappearing in the underground hall on the first floor.

Many warriors looked at Lin Xuan differently now; the actions of this youth had completely subverted their expectations.

Meanwhile, Ling Ze watched Lin Xuan with a gloomy gaze.

“Once he goes out, find a place where there’s no one around, and take care of him!” Ling Ze whispered to the black-clothed Martial Artist beside him.

“Don’t worry, Mr.

Ling,” a Martial Artist of the Sixth-tier of Muculation stands no chance against me,” the black-clothed Martial Artist snickered.

Having collected the Spirit Stones, Lin Xuan and Luo Qingshan had a brief conversation and then left the Fighting Arena.

Ye Qing counted the Spirit Stones with a beaming smile, then laughed happily, “With so many Spirit Stones, there’s no need to worry about visiting the Cultivation Tower anymore.”

The two headed to Xuantian Sect’s branch in Yunlan City and rented two Swift Eagles, then started flying towards Xuantian Sect.

Just as they flew out of Yunlan City, a shadowy figure mounted on a two-meter-long, black, bizarre bird stealthily followed them.