Chapter 407 - 405: Top 100
Chapter 407: Chapter 405: Top 100
Puh!
Jiang Xuan spat out a mouthful of fresh blood and fell directly off the arena.
Forcing himself to endure the pain throughout his body, Jiang Xuan climbed up from the ground and gave Zhong Lin a deep bow.
“Thank you, senior brother, for showing mercy.”
A being who comprehended Sword Intent knocked him off the stage with a single strike. Had it not been for mercy, he wouldn’t have simply been spitting two mouthfuls of blood due to reversed Qi-Blood; he wouldn’t have been able to get up at all.
“Sword Qi Thunder Sound, excellent Sword Intent.”
The “referee” couldn’t help but exclaim. As an Inner Sect Disciple, he had a deeper appreciation than Jiang Xuan.
The recent Sword Finger struck with Sword Qi that shook the heavens and the earth, with echoes incessant, like thunder collapsing the sky, known as Sword Qi Thunder Sound. To defeat an enemy this way, with a single sword strike, the opponent couldn’t even react before being cut in two.
This is the Realm achievable by comprehending sixty percent of Sword Intent and reaching Sword Qi Thunder Sound.
An Outer Disciple achieving such a feat in Sword Dao is a true genius and will inevitably become an Inner Sect Disciple, even higher in the future.
Zhong Lin slightly cupped his hands and flew off the arena, ending today’s contest, with the third round starting tomorrow.
However, Zhong Lin did not leave directly but flew towards ring number three.
On the ring stood a girl in yellow, wielding an octagonal Heavy Sword. She looked small and exquisite, making her sword strikes reminiscent of Lin Daiyu uprooting a weeping willow, a stark contrast.
“Zhong Lin.”
Chu Yu, holding the Overlord Spear, stepped in front of Zhong Lin.
“You also came to watch Senior Sister Lou’s fight?”
Zhong Lin glanced at the bloodstains on Chu Yu’s clothing. Chu Yu laughed heartily, “It’s not mine, but it was close. If my spear hadn’t been faster, it might have been me losing.”
“Congratulations.”
Zhong Lin said with a smile.
“Heh, congrats to you too.”
The two didn’t say much more; the battle on the arena had already begun.
Fighting Lou Yue was a tall and sturdy man, holding a black giant sword taller than himself. It was more like a massive pillar than a sword, and the fierce winds it whipped up left no doubt about the consequences if touched.
“Roar!”
The burly man let out a roar and marched towards Lou Yue, a powerful aura gathering around him.
With a tremendous sound, the giant sword akin to a pillar slashed across the sky, bearing down with the force of Taishan.
Even before the giant sword descended, the immense sword wind was already causing the surrounding air to ripple, suffocating those nearby.
Buzz!
Lou Yue’s hand lifted the octagonal Heavy Sword, and a Sword Qi that was vast, like a river, and annihilating all life, shattered through the air.
Shh!
The Sword Qi sliced through, causing the burly man’s giant sword to burst backward violently, and the remaining force pierced straight through his shoulder.
A streak of fresh blood spurted out.
Lou Yue then ceased her attack, quietly observing the man.
The man smiled wryly, realizing Lou Yue had shown mercy; otherwise, that Sword Qi just now would have pierced not only his shoulder but his chest.
“I concede.”
Immediately, cheers erupted around the arena.
Zhong Lin shook his head, initially wanting to see Senior Sister Lou Yue’s strength, but one battle was like a father to a son—there was nothing to see.
“Let’s go.”
He greeted Chu Yu and turned to leave Heavenly Sword Peak.
…
In the next four days, there were two matches each day, and Zhong Lin successfully won every time, finally advancing to the top hundred.
With tens of thousands of disciples in the Outer Sect, making it to the top one hundred was enough to demonstrate impressive talent, and during these battles, Zhong Lin displayed his strong combat power, attracting attention from all corners.
“Stage thirteen, Zhong Lin, Gongliang Hao.”
Upon hearing this, Zhong Lin stepped forward and flew towards stage thirteen.
The top hundred stages were different from before, previously located at the base of Heavenly Sword Peak, but the top hundred stages were at the mountainside, more spacious for better combat displays, not as constrained as before.
“Gongliang Hao, greetings to this senior brother.”
The speaker was a clean-cut youth in a blue robe, bearing a composed demeanor, neither arrogant nor humble, with late-stage Xuandan Cultivation.
Looking at the youth, Zhong Lin felt a twinge of jaw ache. Although already aware that Heavenly Sword Sacred Land was a gathering place for geniuses, truly facing it always made it feel like his life had gone to dogs.
What is genius?
This is genius.
As for himself, just a cheater.
“Greetings, junior brother.”
Zhong Lin cupped his hands as well, as it’s unwise to strike a smiling face.
“Senior brother must practice Concealing Breath Technique. I’m curious, what is senior brother’s actual Cultivation?” Gongliang Hao asked curiously.
Zhong Lin pondered for a moment and finally revealed his late-stage Xuandan Cultivation, the same as Gongliang Hao’s.
“It seems I still have a chance, senior brother, please.”
“Please.”
The two looked at each other and then both figures vanished. Immediately, a resounding roar echoed.
Boom!
Their figures reappeared in the void, a fist and a palm were locked in a stalemate.
“Senior brother, apologies, Sky-reaching Sword Slash.”
Gongliang Hao grasped the void with his right hand, summoning a Spirit Sword in his palm. Surging Spiritual Origin raged, forming a straight beam that pierced the heavens, a sword Qi as long as a hundred zhang, wide like a heavenly pillar.
This Sword Qi traversed the void in an instant, carving a deep trench through the void, its force incomprehensibly powerful.
Zhong Lin’s expression shifted subtly, then he chuckled lightly, “Not worth a fuss.”
He stayed motionless, but slowly raised his fist, a straightforward Direct Punch, yet its power exceeded everyone’s imagination.
Boom!
Everyone felt a weight on their heart, like being crushed by an irresistible conception filling every space.
It seemed as if everything in heaven and earth had ceased to exist, leaving only that overwhelming Fist Seal.
Rumbling!
The vast Fist Seal crushed forward, pulverizing Gongliang Hao’s Sky-reaching Sword Slash instantly.
The punch, seemingly undeterred, obliterated everything tangible and intangible within dozens of miles in the sky.
Under the cover of fist power, Gongliang Hao’s face changed wildly, quickly placing the Spirit Sword in front of him to block.
Puh!
The horrifying force swept over, causing Gongliang Hao to spit a mouthful of fresh blood towards the sky, his body flying backward.
The ever-watching referee’s face also changed, appearing as if by teleportation in front of Gongliang Hao, countering with his palm against the residual, undiminished fist power, making the overwhelming yang Fist Seal vanish like snow under the burning sun.
“Zhong Lin, wins.”
The referee’s gaze lingered on Zhong Lin for a moment before announcing.
Gongliang Hao slowly descended from the void, a lingering fear as he looked at Zhong Lin’s retreating fist, feeling a chill rise within.
So formidable, so domineering.
“Thank you, senior brother, for the mercy, this junior admits his defeat wholeheartedly.”