20demayo Chapter 460 Yun Chen Wins
Chapter 460 Yun Chen Wins
The two figures clashed rapidly on the arena, each collision of fists and sword blades producing a deafening roar.
The scorching golden airflow and the sharp blue wind blades tore and annihilated each other, and the dissipated energy impacted the protective light shield around the arena, creating ripples.
The audience below the stage was already dumbfounded.
The scene they had envisioned of Yun Chen struggling to hold on did not materialize. Instead, a fierce battle far exceeding their expectations ensued.
Yun Chen's ferocious and intense fist techniques and Xuan Jingmo's agile and sharp sword techniques were evenly matched, and Yun Chen even had a slight advantage.
"How can his spiritual power be so long? Wasn't he injured?" someone couldn't help but exclaim.
"Could it be that the serious injuries he suffered before... were faked?"
The moment this thought crossed their minds, many people's gazes toward Yun Chen completely changed.
If it's truly a disguise, then this person's cunning and control over the battle situation are terrifying.
Xuan Jingmo grew increasingly alarmed as he fought.
He could clearly sense that Yun Chen's spiritual power showed no signs of depletion; on the contrary, it was becoming increasingly vigorous and surging.
The domineering power contained within that crimson-gold fist aura made his arm go numb and his blood surge violently.
What frustrated him even more was that his opponent seemed to always be able to predict his sword path, and every attack hit the point where the old strength had been exhausted and the new strength had not yet been generated, making him feel so uncomfortable that he wanted to vomit blood.
"This can't go on like this!"
A resolute glint flashed in Xuan Jingmo's eyes.
He suddenly took a step back, creating distance, and held his long sword upright in front of him, his spiritual power surging wildly into the sword without reservation.
The sword trembled violently, emitting a clear, resonant hum, and a more solid and larger azure sword shadow rapidly condensed above his head.
The sword was not drawn!
The sharp sword intent that seemed to tear the sky apart made the entire arena seem to freeze.
"Yun Chen! Take this sword strike!"
He roared, gripped his sword with both hands, and prepared to strike.
The enormous cyan sword shadow then slowly pressed down, its speed seemingly slow, yet it carried a terrifying power that locked down the universe and was unavoidable, as if it could truly stir up the winds of the heavens and cause all things to perish.
Faced with this ultimate blow, Yun Chen showed no fear, but instead his fighting spirit burned even more fiercely.
"Well done!"
He let out a long roar, no longer holding back, and the Nine Dragons Limitless Technique within his body circulated at an unprecedented speed. His body shone with a brilliant crimson-gold light, as if he had transformed into a human-shaped sun.
Instead of dodging, he planted his feet firmly on the ground, steadied himself, and brought his right fist to his waist.
The power of extreme yang, the physical strength brought by the Divine Transformation Technique, and even a trace of the ancient will originating from the Primordial Dragon Soul all converged madly towards the fist.
The air around the fist rippled and twisted due to the extreme force of the compression.
Just as the enormous cyan sword shadow was about to strike, Yun Chen exhaled and threw a punch.
"break!"
There are no fancy techniques, only the purest and most domineering power.
A condensed crimson-gold fist aura, like a meteor hurtling upwards, crashed violently into the descending azure giant sword.
"boom--!!"
An unprecedentedly loud explosion erupted in the square, as if a hole had been punched through the sky.
The crimson and cyan-gray lights intertwined, devoured, and annihilated each other wildly, forming a destructive energy storm that swept outwards.
The sturdy protective shield of the arena made a cracking sound under the strain, instantly becoming covered with cracks and on the verge of breaking.
On the high platform, Lin Xuantong's expression changed slightly. He raised his hand and released a beam of spiritual light, instantly reinforcing the light shield and preventing energy leakage from harming the disciples below the platform.
All eyes were fixed on the center of the energy storm.
The light gradually faded, and the scene became clear.
Yun Chen remained in the same punching stance, standing still, but the bluestone ground beneath his feet shattered inch by inch, spreading out like a spider web for several feet.
His face was slightly pale, his breathing was a little rapid, the sleeve of his right fist had turned to ashes, and the pale golden dragon scale phantom on his arm flashed by, but overall he seemed to be unharmed.
Opposite him, Xuan Jingmo knelt on one knee, barely managing to stay upright by using his sword to support himself on the ground.
His face was deathly pale, with bright red bloodstains at the corners of his mouth, his clothes were torn in the chest, and his breath was extremely weak.
The enormous blue sword shadow above his head had long since vanished, leaving only the dimly lit longsword in his hand.
"This...how is this possible? You didn't even draw your sword..."
Xuan Jingmo looked up at Yun Chen in shock, his face full of resentment and disbelief.
"Swords are not actually my forte."
Yun Chen shrugged indifferently.
Before entering the cultivation realm, he had hardly ever used a sword. Later, he obtained a precious sword from the Zhou family's treasury and began to study sword techniques.
He was telling the truth.
However, these words were interpreted as an insult by Xuan Jingmo.
You're not good with a sword, but you were able to comprehend sword intent before?
What about the liar?
Of course... Yun Chen didn't care whether he believed it or not. He had completely gained the upper hand and was only one move away from defeating this guy and winning the victory.
"Yun Chen, you win this round."
Before Yun Chen could make a move, Xuan Jingmo voluntarily conceded defeat.
He raised his head, looking at the tall figure in front of him, his eyes filled with complex and unfathomable emotions.
There was shock and resentment, but in the end, it all turned into a bittersweet sense of relief.
Yun Chen slowly withdrew his fist, calming the turbulent blood and qi within his body.
He looked at Xuan Jingmo and nodded: "You flatter me."
The presiding elder took a deep breath, suppressing the shock in his heart, and announced loudly: "In the third match, Yun Chen wins and advances to the semi-finals!"
The audience was initially silent, but then erupted into a thunderous uproar.
Won!
Yun Chen really won!
Moreover, after the disguise of "serious injury" was "exposed", he defeated the ultimate killing move of Xuan Jingmo, the genius of Taixu Palace, with an absolutely tough stance!
After today, Yun Chen's name will resound throughout the entire cultivation world.
On the high platform, Lin Xuantong remained expressionless, but the fingers resting on the armrest of the chair unconsciously tightened a little.
Mu Bingyun's eyes sparkled with admiration, and her gaze toward Yun Chen became even more ardent.
Lei Tong breathed a sigh of relief, his face full of pride, but when he looked at Lin Xuan, a hint of vigilance flashed deep in his eyes.
At almost the same time, the battles in the other three arenas were also nearing their end.
Shen Nan, with his superior resilience, narrowly defeated Xu Xinran.
Liu Yanran, however, was not so lucky and lost to Leng Hanyue of Chaoyin Pavilion.
Yun Chen had expected that Liu Yanran would have no difficulty defeating Leng Hanyue, given her strength; this was something he hadn't anticipated.
It seems that Leng Hanyue's strength has improved since the Forest of Ten Thousand Beasts, or perhaps she didn't use her full strength at all before.
Only Tang Siyu and Zhao Xiruo remained on the stage.
Their battle was much more brutal.
Zhao Xiruo, having only recently entered the Golden Core stage, lacked the practical experience of her opponent. Under Tang Siyu's relentless and fierce attacks, she gradually found herself struggling to cope.
Her breathing became rapid, and fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, indicating a significant depletion of her spiritual energy.