2101: Chapter 2091: The Sorrowful Ling Yu 2101: Chapter 2091: The Sorrowful Ling Yu Long Yan’s adversary who erged before his eyes was none other than Ling Yu from the Hundred Thousand Mountains, who clearly had endured a fierce battle.
Although the reputation of the Hundred Thousand Mountains was prestigious, there were always nurous young heroes who refused to accept this, causing Ling Yu to have a difficult ti these past two days.
Originally clad in White Clothes, they were now full of holes.
His handso face was sared with dust, prompting Luo Pin to let out a chuckle.
Where was the carefree deanor of the genius from the Carefree Faction?
He looked just like a miner who had just erged from a mining tunnel.
“Who?”
Ling Yu, who had been on guard all along, was instantly ready for battle.
The greater his renown, the more he found himself encircled by enemies.
If it weren’t for his exceptional agility, Ling Yu would probably have already fallen victim to the collective assaults.
Blood Sha hadn’t been with him since the start of this level.
Although there were shared hardships in the Hundred Thousand Mountains, in reality, the sects inside also engaged in mutual checks and balances; their internal cohesion wasn’t as united as one might imagine.
“It’s been a long ti, Ling Yu.”
Long Yan jumped down from a tree.
Seeing Long Yan in an instant, Ling Yu’s face turned green.
He had just barely managed to keep his Token, and now Long Yan’s appearance was like adding frost to the snow.
“What do you want to do, Long Yan?”
Ling Yu said solemnly, his hands surreptitiously channeling True Qi, ready to strike at any mont.
However, his pallor betrayed him; his heart was far from the calm he was trying to display.
“So, should I co and take it myself, or will you hand it over?”
Long Yan’s expression was sowhat teasing, confident that Ling Yu in his current state was no match for him.
“Long Yan, don’t be too arrogant.”
Ling Yu appeared fierce on the outside but was timorous within, his slender fingers trembling as he pointed at Long Yan.
Long Yan never missed an opportunity to strike at his opponent.
He walked towards Ling Yu step by step.
Although his pace was slow, to Ling Yu, each of Long Yan’s steps seed to trample on his heart.
“Carefree Step.”
Unable to endure the pressure anymore, Ling Yu took the initiative and struck first.
A white light surged violently towards Long Yan, launching his most deadly move from the outset!
“Break!”
Long Yan lightly tapped in the air with his finger, and in the blink of an eye, the white light vanished into thin air.
In Long Yan’s eyes, this white Sword Light, although formidable, was trivial compared to the Wuhou Inheritance.
“What?”
Ling Yu’s face showed astonishnt.
Although he was exhausted, he hadn’t expected Long Yan to counter his move so easily.
He never imagined that his technique would be so simply broken by Long Yan.
Yet, Ling Yu reacted extrely quickly, his figure becoming illusory, creating four or five afterimages of himself in the air.
“This Carefree Step is a bit troubleso, should we intervene?”
Luo Pin looked towards Chu Bei at her side.
The fad Carefree Step of the Carefree Faction naturally had its formidable aspects.
With the Eight Diagrams of Taiji forgotten by the world, the Carefree Step was theoretically insoluble.
“Trivial skills!”
He was up against Long Yan, and in Long Yan’s presence, this step technique was rely child’s play, especially when perford by soone like Ling Yu who hadn’t mastered it fully.
Ling Yu, contemplating an escape plan, felt a heavy blow to his lower abdon, causing his body to involuntarily stagger backward several steps.
“Impossible!”
Ling Yu couldn’t believe it.
To his death, he wouldn’t believe that Long Yan could break his movent technique, as his figure created countless afterimages around itself.
Long Yan sneezed; seeing Ling Yu’s efforts seed sowhat uninteresting to him.
His figure transford into a bolt of lightning, as he threw a punch that landed forcefully on Ling Yu’s face.
Originally a handso face full of dust now bore a fresh bruise from a punch, and Ling Yu was stunned into stillness—it was his first ti being defeated so casually.
“Long Yan!!”
Ling Yu’s eyes were bloodshot; having been long adored, he had never before suffered such an insult, and he felt like he was going to explode with rage.
With a whoosh, Ling Yu drew his long sword from his Spatial Ring, the blade gleaming as it aid straight for Long Yan’s throat.
Accompanied by afterimages, Ling Yu’s strike was indeed grandiose.
But in Long Yan’s eyes, Ling Yu’s sword technique was full of flaws, riddled with at least five vulnerabilities at a glance.
However, the essence of Ling Yu’s swordplay involved these vulnerabilities constantly shifting.
“Devil’s Fla Soaring Flash.”
By the ti Long Yan reappeared, he was already behind Ling Yu, leaving only a faint red glow in the air.
Ling Yu’s impressive move gradually crumbled, dissipating into thin air.
“How can this be.”
With a soft rip, Ling Yu’s clothes in front were slashed open by the Dragon Tooth, a result of Long Yan’s rcy.
If not for the rules of the All Heavens and Earth Ranking that forbade killing, that last strike would have left Ling Yu decapitated.
After nonchalantly knocking out Ling Yu who stood there dumbfounded, Long Yan took the Jade Token from his waist.
Truly a genius of the Carefree Faction, Long Yan had managed to collect as many as fifteen tokens this ti.
Having gathered enough for three participants, Long Yan wasn’t in a rush anymore.
All that was left to do was to protect these tokens.
Three days had passed in the blink of an eye, and cultivators were steadily returning to the beach, where Bai Xiaosheng had people specially arranged to collect the jade tokens from all the cultivators and record their numbers.
“Wang Qi, tokens: 10.”
“Qi Bai, tokens: 11.”
“…”
Gradually, nearly half of the cultivators had arrived on the beach.
Over a hundred cultivators had given up in these three days, and together with those who didn’t gather enough tokens, nearly two hundred people had been disqualified.
“Do you think Long Yan could have collected enough tokens?”
Blood Sha asked, glancing at Ling Yu beside him.
He was unaware that Ling Yu had confronted Long Yan, but seeing Ling Yu’s sorry state seed only normal, as he too had faced an onslaught.
“I don’t know.”
These words struck a sore spot; Ling Yu, easily dealt with in his encounter with Long Yan, had his pride shattered and now only thought of revenge.
Blood Sha found it odd; Ling Yu was like a powder keg today, ready to explode at the slightest touch.
With Ling Yu’s temper, Blood Sha no longer spoke, just quietly observed how many tokens the cultivators managed to gather.
So had only five or six, and there were even people who had just collected nine and faced elimination with regret.
However, Long Yan was nowhere to be seen among the crowd, which inevitably made everyone curious—could Long Yan have been eliminated?
“I’ve always said that Long Yan is a fraud, failing even the Second Level.
How dare he claim to be a genius.”
There were no shortage of those envious of Long Yan, slandering him with their comnts, while most cultivators maintained a watchful silence, not speaking.
“If you ask , let’s just prepare for the Third Level.
Maybe this Long Yan has already given up and left the field, too ashad to stay until the end.”
The speaker was an unnad cultivator, whose words imdiately elicited laughter from the crowd.
“Oh?
Who said so?”
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