219: Chapter 157: Sword of the Extre 219: Chapter 157: Sword of the Extre “You’re very good, quite impressive, truly worthy of being a descendant of one of the nine major sects.”
“If you can also take my next move, the Kun Sword Intent, then I can truly enjoy a battle with you.”
Lin Xing’s Sword Intent burst forth, sending six invisible swords slashing towards all directions of the arena.
Boom!
The steel-made arena, under the assault of the six Swords Intent, was easily torn apart like paper.
Various pieces of tal and steel tubes mixed with dust soared into the sky.
Xia Jianlong still stood motionless in his original spot, coldly watching the scene unfold, as if to see what other tricks Lin Xing had up his sleeve.
As Lin Xing executed the Kun Sword Intent, his entire world violently transford before his eyes.
Since his return to the present world from the Zhou Tian Sect, Lin Xing, having witnessed the Dragon-Riding Scholar’s strength, vowed to protect the present world and uphold the path of righteousness and chivalry.
Every day, he dedicated more ti to cultivate.
Especially through repeated ti-reversal cultivation, thanks to Jing Shiyu’s assistance, he no longer had to undergo various life-and-death battles which reduced the impact on his character and enabled him to use ti reversal even more recklessly.
Although this process still caused Lin Xing’s mories of the past to blur, what was added were rely mories of arduous cultivation, rather than the months or years of deathmatches and slaughter from before.
Kun Sword Intent: The earth is yielding, nurturing all beings.
By infusing one’s Sword Intent with the essence of Kun, it transforms into Kun Sword Intent.
One ditates amidst the Earth that spawns myriad beings to comprehend the Sword Intent.
Those of exceptional talent can progress further after two and a half years, understanding the Extre Sword Intent, and from there soar to new heights.
By using and ditating on the Kun Sword Intent during ti reversals, Lin Xing rapidly completed the equivalent of two and a half years of intense cultivation and finally understood the Extre Sword Intent.
At this mont, under the infusion of the Kun Sword Intent, whether it was clouds in the sky, various facilities in the stadium, or even the fragnted steel beneath his feet, the iron shrapnel flying through the air, and the rising dust…
Everything in Lin Xing’s eyes seed to beco part of him and his sword.
Under the infusion of the Extre Sword Intent, Lin Xing felt that these swords in his sight were all ready and awaiting his command.
At the sa ti, the swordswoman who had been casually watching from below the arena suddenly narrowed her eyes, intently focusing on Lin Xing above, her heart filled with surprise: “What Sword Intent is this?”
“Extre!”
Lin Xing raised his sword finger lightly, and the scattered layers of iron shrapnel suddenly coalesced into a flying sword that created sonic booms, and shot towards Xia Jianlong.
Next, a steel tube violently twisted and deford, emitting a surging Sword Intent that shot towards Xia Jianlong.
Then the smoke that had risen was transford into an enormous invisible sword that sliced towards Xia Jianlong.
Even the fierce wind that passed by Xia Jianlong’s body turned into a sharp blade in an instant, cutting towards his throat.
With a slight movent of Lin Xing’s sword finger, Xia Jianlong felt as if he had been suddenly thrown into a space filled with swords.
From all directions, peerless swordsn launched unparalleled sword techniques, each strike aiming for his life.
Roar!
As Xia Jianlong struck out with a palm, a dragon-shaped Qi Force crushed the hurricane-like winds.
Then he kicked out, bringing with him the sound of thunder, shattering the steel sword that had approached him.
Fist, palm, leg…
Every part of his body at that mont seed to beco Divine Weapons, shattering the swords aid at him one after another.
And with each of his punches and kicks, his tendons vibrated, seemingly exploding with the roar of a dragon, as if a mighty dragon was indeed hidden within his body, displaying a terrifying presence.
At that mont, as Xia Jianlong erupted, the attention of everyone in the field unconsciously converged on him, as though a Divine Dragon had descended from the heavens, radiating an earth-shattering might.
“So powerful!” Hui Ling stared intently towards the direction of the arena, mouth agape, quickly saying, “Xia Jianlong displayed over ten martial arts in an instant…
so strong, such explosive power.”
However, Xia Jianlong’s burst of energy did nothing to improve his situation on the platform.
The steel plates under his feet turned into swords and stabbed at him.
The shattered steel pipe fragnts once again exploded with terrifying Sword Intent.
The dispersing winds encircled and beca like an assassin who had been lying in wait, thrusting a fatal sword into Xia Jianlong’s back.
The dust that ca flying towards him was dispersed with a palm strike, only to find that the dust seed to be just dust, the previous Sword Intent a re illusion.
As Xia Jianlong counterattacked furiously, the various swords continued to shatter, illusions waxing and waning.
None of this was able to halt Lin Xing’s Sword Control; instead, it made his attacks even more unpredictable and unguardable.
If Hui Ling was surprised by Xia Jianlong’s outburst before, now her face showed disbelief: “Lin Xing’s Sword Control Technique can now even command the atmosphere?
What kind of sublimation is this?”
The swordswoman was staring intently at Lin Xing, her eyes ablaze with an unquenchable battle spirit.
Under this unprecedented threat, Xia Jianlong let out a roar and unleashed his full power.
Amid explosive sounds reminiscent of dragon roars, he surged forward, enveloped in layers of Qi Force like a frenzied dragon charging toward Lin Xing.
At that mont, there was no more arena, no three-strike agreent, no showing of strength to Xia Country in his mind—he knew that if he did not fight Lin Xing with all his might right now, he might very well die.
His hands stirred up a sky full of palm shadows, like an angry dragon baring its fangs in a row, shredding each attacking sword one by one into pieces.
What were once various pipes and tal plates beca countless tiny fragnts after being repeatedly shattered.
The gales, after dissipating ti and again, beca more chaotic and turbulent, unpredictable.
Now and then, the elusive and epheral Sword Intent flashed by him.
Xia Jianlong charged forward relentlessly, but the closer he got to Lin Xing, the more fierce the attacks he encountered seed to be.
Endless, both real and illusory, swords ca at him like mountains and seas, assaulting him from all directions.
In the midst of hissing sounds, Xia Jianlong’s clothing gradually tore apart, streaks of blood surfaced on his face, and the number of sword wounds on his body increased exponentially.
“Ah!”
A blood-covered Xia Jianlong bellowed, as if there were giant dragons within his flesh propelling him, his muscles burst with terrifying power, creating an air wave that blew away all the swords surrounding him.
His violently throbbing heart emitted thunderous booms, turning his strength into a torrential current, pumping into every corner of his body.
With a final stride, he finally reached Lin Xing.
“Die!”
Stimulated by the life-threatening danger, Xia Jianlong no longer cared for anything else—he struck out with a madly powerful palm, bringing with it the roaring of a mighty air dragon, imprinting firmly on Lin Xing’s chest.
Boom!
It was as if an explosive had suddenly gone off, the air boiling and spreading out in all directions like boiling water.
But the dismbered image of Lin Xing that Xia Jianlong expected did not occur; all he saw was a cloud of dust dispersing with his strike.
Xia Jianlong stared dumbly at this scene, then felt a whoosh of cold air sweep his body, realizing his once grand attire had been reduced to a beggar’s rags.
“You’ve lost.”
On hearing that voice, Xia Jianlong abruptly raised his head and saw Lin Xing standing unaffected, seemingly still in his original spot, casually watching him with hands held behind his back.
Xia Jianlong looked down and realized that, after giving his all, he had only charged forward a re ten ters or so and still hadn’t reached Lin Xing.
Xia Jianlong clenched his teeth and, summoning the last of his energy, angrily exclaid, “I haven’t lost yet.
Let’s go again.”
Lin Xing shook his head and said indifferently, “Touch your head.”
Xia Jianlong was montarily taken aback and only then did he feel a coolness on his scalp.
Reaching up, he discovered that he had beco bald, a victim of a bald patch as wide as the diterranean.
He hurriedly felt toward his thigh and his complexion instantly paled, draining of all color.
“When did you…
”
Lin Xing looked at him and sighed lightly: “If that had been a life-and-death fight, you would have died dozens of tis by now.”
“It’s a pity, you may carry the inheritance of the Divine Dragon Gang, but at most you have completed a few technique transformations and second sublimations, without finishing the full picture, and you are ultimately unable to be a match for .”
anwhile, the steel-constructed arena, under the aftershocks of the battle between the two powerhouses, had been devastated into ruins, with most parts collapsed.
At this mont, both Lin Xing and Xia Jianlong were as if standing amid a field of wreckage.
Although most of the spectators couldn’t quite grasp the intricacies of the fight, they could all feel the terrifying level of the combatants’ strength and the astonishing destructive power.
Especially since the previous fight had been too simple, no one was injured except for Dabagan, and even the arena was left undamaged.
However, this battle was entirely different—the spectacle of steel being torn and ravaged at will, of casually wrecking an entire steel-structured building hundreds of square ters in battle area with a simple move or stomp left countless viewers in shock.
Online, comnts and ssages refreshed like a waterfall.
The host exclaid, “Lin Xing has won again!
He has successively defeated Dabagan and Xia Jianlong, and it seems like he won easily both tis.”
The host looked toward Hui Ling, curiously asking, “Hui Ling, did you anticipate this outco for these two matches?”
Bai Yiyi spoke to the live stream, “What does she know?
You all saw it, right?
Didn’t it turn out just like I said, with Lin Xing winning?”
As she read through the barrage of admiration, praise, and flattery in the comnts, Bai Yiyi laughed and said, “I told you so.
Hui Ling isn’t a martial artist at all.
She doesn’t have the capability to comntate, you know?”
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