Chapter 17: Return of the King
Zhao Wuxiu roared and kicked his foot, and the vast true energy burst out like a flood. Wrapped in the true energy, his long sword slashed out diagonally in an instant, and a strong gust of wind immediately arose around him.
The cultivation level at the peak of the eighth level burst out in an instant.
Many disciples present had their eyes wide open. Even though the knife was not coming towards them, they could still feel the tremendous pressure.
"The disciples of Shenyi Sect are truly full of hidden dragons and crouching tigers."
Prince Tai was slightly surprised. He didn't expect that a random person like Zhao Wuxiu could have such strength that could catch up with the four talented disciples, and he was also very young.
Although the Shenyi Sect suffered heavy losses and its strength plummeted, the disciples' foundation is still there.
“Haha, Prince Tai, you are too kind. This Zhao Wuxiu is Qianmo Ke’s disciple. His talent is second only to the four genius disciples. After Ling Chen’s meridians were destroyed, his strength plummeted. I think it is quite appropriate for him to replace Ling Chen.” Ye Nantian said with a smile.
Faced with Zhao Wuxiu's full-strength outburst, Ling Chen also stopped, with a hint of sneer on his lips, his true energy slowly surged up, and a fierce momentum suddenly spread out.
"A warrior of the sixth level!"
"No, it's already the seventh level. How is that possible?"
The audience was speechless. When Ling Chen's true energy burst out, the many disciples around him immediately understood his true realm.
In just three months, he went from being a useless person to becoming a seventh-level warrior. This speed is simply terrifying !
All of a sudden, admiration appeared in the eyes of many disciples. Ling Chen is Ling Chen. Even such hardships cannot knock him down. He is the number one genius in the martial arts world and deserves the title.
"This kid has made another breakthrough."
The black market leader Qin Shan smiled slightly.
"This boy has his father's style."
The usually indifferent Ziyun Zhenren also spoke up, with words of praise for Ling Chen.
"Hmph, it's a little too early to draw conclusions now. What's the point of improving faster? There is still a level of cultivation difference between them." Ye Nantian was slapped in the face and said with a gloomy expression.
"When geniuses fight each other, their cultivation level can never determine the outcome." Master Ziyun said coldly.
"Okay, stop arguing, the winner will be known soon." Seeing the two people arguing, Prince Tai also acted as a peacemaker and advised.
At this time, the two men had already started fighting on the fighting stage.
Before Zhao Wuxiu's blade reached Ling Chen, it was blocked by Ling Chen's scabbard. The next moment, he changed hands to hold the knife and punched out with his right hand.
Facing Zhao Wuxiu's sudden attack, Ling Chen grasped the sword in his left hand and clenched his right hand into a fist, then he suddenly struck out with a punch that was as powerful as thunder.
"You idiot, you dare to compete with me in strength."
Zhao Wuxiu was secretly delighted. You know, his martial arts skills were one level higher than Ling Chen's. In this situation, in a head-on clash of strength, it was obvious that he had an absolute advantage.
Using his own weaknesses to attack his strengths, what else could Ling Chen be but stupid?
boom!
The two fists shrouded in true energy finally collided head-on, and then the two terrifying forces hidden within also erupted instantly.
"Um?"
However, when his fist actually collided with Ling Chen's, Zhao Wuxiu's expression changed, because he had already felt the heart-pounding power coming from Ling Chen's fist.
This power was actually far greater than his.
"This is impossible!"
Zhao Wuxiu was filled with unprecedented shock and anger. The next moment, he felt a sudden sharp pain at the tip of his fist. He groaned and blood immediately flowed from the corner of his mouth. His body retreated in a panic, ten steps in a row.
Ling Chen stood there, not moving a muscle.
"Zhao Wuxiu actually lost in terms of strength."
A disciple of Shenyi Sect said in shock.
"This kid has great strength."
Yun Tianhe's eyes also darkened slightly. Logically speaking, in such a head-on fight, Ling Chen would definitely not be Zhao Wuxiu's opponent. However, the current situation meant that Ling Chen must have worked hard on his physical strength, or else he must have taken some rare treasures that increased his strength.
"What a great brute force! I was careless and you tricked me."
Zhao Wuxiu shook his numb arms, his eyes gloomy. This guy was too scheming. He actually hid his strength and tricked him.
"There's no need to be shady to deal with you." Ling Chen said calmly.
"you!"
Zhao Wuxiu laughed in anger, "Very good, I didn't want you to lose too badly, but now, I don't think so."
There was a hint of madness in Zhao Wuxiu's eyes. He let out a low roar and rushed towards Ling Chen again. His footwork was coordinated with his sword skills, as fast as thunder, leaving a trail of afterimage behind him.
"Blood Shadow Mad Blade!"
Zhao Wuxiu shouted loudly and swung the long sword in his hand with great vigor. As he swung it wildly, it was as if there were two Zhao Wuxiu, attacking Ling Chen at the same time.
Ding ding ding ding ding!
Facing the crazy attacks of the two Zhao Wuxiu, Ling Chen was like a wooden stake, rooted to the ground, his legs did not move, and the long sword in his hand kept swinging out.
Every time it strikes, there is a sound of metal colliding and sparks appear in the air.
In an instant, Ling Chen and Zhao Wuxiu exchanged fifteen moves.
"These two are amazing."
A disciple in the audience couldn't help but sigh.
"Yes, the knife leaves no trace, the sword comes out like a rainbow, you go back and I go back, it's hard to tell who will win."
"This is a battle between genius disciples, but I admire Ling Chen more. If he could recover his peak cultivation, Zhao Wuxiu would not be his opponent at all."
"You can't say that. The past is the past, and the present is the present. A hero doesn't talk about his past achievements. The two cannot be compared."
The disciples put forward their own opinions one after started discussing.
"Senior Brother Yun, it looks like you have to do it yourself." A disciple beside Yun Tianhe whispered.
"Not urgent."
Yun Tianhe appeared calm on the surface, but in fact, he was secretly murderous. Ling Chen, you can't stay.
"Ling Chen, lose!"
Zhao Wuxiu was infuriated after fighting for a long time. Eager to win, he pushed his true energy to the limit and his swordsmanship suddenly became rapid, like a cornered dog.
"I'm afraid you're the loser."
A gleam of light flashed in Ling Chen's eyes. Zhao Wuxiu was fine at first, but his panic immediately revealed a flaw. When masters fight, often a single mistake can determine the outcome. How could Ling Chen miss this flaw when it appeared in front of him?
"The dragon is hidden in the abyss!"
Ling Chen's eyes suddenly became sharp, and his sword-drawing speed suddenly increased by a full twice as fast, just like a white rainbow piercing the sun. The sword energy turned into a white stream of light and passed through the void.
Zhao Wuxiu's face changed drastically and he stepped back immediately.
But it was too late.
Ling Chen's sword was faster than his reaction, and the sword light pierced directly through Zhao Wuxiu's chest, and blood spurted out immediately.
Zhao Wuxiu was knocked flying by a powerful force and fell off the fighting stage.
The square was completely silent.
Apart from the subtle sound of Ling Chen sheathing the sword, there was no other sound.
Ignoring the shocked looks around him, Ling Chen turned around and slowly left. But before he left, he paused, glanced at Zhao Wuxiu, and said coldly, "The brain is very important. You don't even know you're being used as a gun, and you don't know when you'll die in someone else's hands. Just consider it your good luck this time."
Ling Chen's sword seemed ruthless, but in fact it was not heavy at all. The sword pierced the heart a little bit and deliberately avoided the important organs and meridians. It looked like a serious injury, but in fact it was only a minor injury.
Hearing this, Zhao Wuxiu could not help but stand there in a daze, feeling extremely ashamed and angry in his heart , but at the same time, he was also reflecting on what Ling Chen said, and what the latter said was not without reason.
The many Shenyi Sect disciples present at the scene only came to their senses now.
A loud noise suddenly rang out.
"The Ling Chen we are familiar with is back!"
"This is a battle for Senior Brother Ling Chen to reestablish his prestige and establish his unchallengeable position."
"This is the demeanor of the martial arts world's number one genius. When we all thought he had fallen like a meteor, he rose again and radiated his dazzling brilliance again."
"This is the moment when the king returns and we should cheer for him."
Many disciples have completely changed their views on Ling Chen. If before they mostly felt sympathy and contempt for Ling Chen, now they feel admiration and shame.
Zhao Wuxiu was already very strong, but there was no doubt that Ling Chen was stronger than him. The gap between them in the final fight was already very obvious.
If Ling Chen had intended to kill Zhao Wuxiu just now, he would have turned into a cold corpse by now.
It should be noted that Zhao Wuxiu, whose strength has reached the peak of the eighth level, is already the strongest among the disciples of Shenyi Sect, second only to the four genius disciples. However, in front of Ling Chen, he still seems so powerless.
