Chaos Heavenly Emperor Technique
Chapter 503: Unstoppable Winning Streak! (3 more)

Chapter 503: Chapter 503: Unstoppable Winning Streak! (3 more)

A figure flashed, and Lin Xian’er landed on the platform, her posture graceful, floating like a fairy.

"Oh? It’s a beauty!"

The opposing disciple from Liuyun Sword Sect’s eyes flickered with intense fervor.

He secretly felt fortunate that he could spar with such a beauty, thinking, perhaps, he should take advantage during the match.

"Beautiful lady, what future do you have in the Asking Immortal Sect? Why not join our Liuyun Sword Sect instead? With me, your senior brother covering you, I guarantee you’ll be promoted to the Inner Sect pretty fast. Three years from now, when you stand here again, you will be the victor enjoying honor, not bearing shame!"

"Enough with the nonsense, are you done?"

Lin Xian’er spoke indifferently.

"Uh..."

The Liuyun Sword Sect disciple was clearly taken aback. Lin Xian’er’s attitude gave him an odd illusion.

He suddenly felt that this woman might just capsize his boat in the gutter.

"Whether it is honor or shame, it seems it’s too early to come to a conclusion," Lin Xian’er said with a slight smile on her lips.

Even without her, even if disciples of Asking Immortal Sect suffered ten consecutive defeats.

But, even if the Sect Leaders of both Liuyun Sword Sect and Qiankun Sect joined forces, they would probably be utterly crushed by Ling Feng.

"Hmph, naive!"

The Liuyun Sword Sect disciple put away his underestimation, and Lin Xian’er’s calmness triggered a slight sense of danger in him.

"Flowing Cloud Sunset Sword!"

With a roar, the Liuyun Sword Sect disciple made his move!

It must be said that as the only sword sect among the Top Three Sects, the disciples’ swordsmanship indeed had some depth.

However, before the elite of Heavenly Position Academy, it amounted to only two words: Trash!

Swoosh!

Lin Xian’er moved like a specter, simply sidestepping with an extremely tricky angle, she fiercely landed a punch on the abdomen of the Liuyun Sword Sect disciple.

"Bang!"

A figure flew backward, spitting blood mid-air.

The next moment, that Liuyun Sword Sect disciple crashed heavily to the ground, reaching out to point at Lin Xian’er, and barked with grinding teeth, "You—"

His voice abruptly stopped because, in the next moment, intense pain had knocked him completely unconscious.

"The name of the Asking Immortal Sect is not to be disgraced."

Lin Xian’er stood proudly on the platform, whether it was for Ling Feng or for her biological father whom she had never met.

Deep inside her heart, she had long considered herself a part of the Asking Immortal Sect.

"Good!"

This was Asking Immortal Sect’s first victory, lifting the initially disheartened disciples into loud cheers.

After seven consecutive defeats, Asking Immortal Sect finally achieved its first victory!

Elder Yao’s face clearly wore a smile as he chuckled, "Truly worthy of being the future Sect Leader’s wife."

"Elder Yao, it’s better not to joke about such matters," Ling Feng shook his head and smiled.

Elder Yao narrowed his eyes, "Isn’t it just a matter of time? If this Miss Xian’er is Junior Duanmu’s daughter, and you two could come together, wouldn’t that be adding kinship on top of kinship."

Ling Feng shook his head and spoke no further.

Perhaps he did harbor some feelings for Lin Xian’er, but it was more out of camaraderie.

"Hmph, just a single victory and already so proud!"

Cao Tailai, the Sect Leader of Liuyun Sword Sect, snorted coldly, "Asking Immortal Sect has already lost seven times in a row in the disciples’ battles, and is destined to finish last!"

In Cao Tailai’s view, even if Lin Xian’er truly had some capabilities, at best, she could only win three or four bouts.

Even adding another four or five points for Asking Immortal Sect wouldn’t affect the overall situation much.

However, Lin Xian’er’s subsequent performance shocked everyone from Liuyun Sword Sect and Qiankun Sect.

Lin Xian’er stood on the platform, frequently turning the Heavenly Chosen Compass, and almost every opponent she selected could barely withstand her three moves.

Soon, Lin Xian’er’s record shifted from a single victory to three consecutive victories!

Five consecutive wins!

Seven consecutive wins!

Ten consecutive wins!

After seven consecutive losses, the Asking Immortal Sect surprisingly secured an astonishing ten consecutive victories, turning their score from zero to eighteen points. (According to the rules, after two consecutive wins, each subsequent win counts as two points.)

This score, leaping forward, made the Asking Immortal Sect jump to first place among the Top Three Sects!

"No, this is impossible!"

"Who is that girl? How does Asking Immortal Sect have such a formidable disciple?"

"Damn, damn it all!"

Both the Liuyun Sword Sect and the Qiankun Sect, clearly under the pressure of Lin Xian’er’s dominance, started to feel anxious and uneasy.

And from the start to the end, not even a single person had managed to inflict any minor scratch on Lin Xian’er.

Is this really the power from the same dimension? Is this really a clash within the Magnetic Condensation Realm?

In the eyes of the Nine Stream Sects, it was incomprehensible how, being in the same Magnetic Condensation Realm, the gap could be this vast.

"Next, Class A, please call Ximen Chui Liu from Liuyun Sword Sect to the stage!"

The voice of Tianyun Taoist had shifted from calm to shocked.

No wonder the young Sect Leader of Asking Immortal looked so composed; it turns out that in his sect, they had such a trump card hidden.

However, now it was the Liuyun Sword Sect’s trump card’s turn to take the stage.

Ximen Chui Liu, after all, was a genius who had grasped the Sword Intent Embryo—perhaps he wouldn’t be like the previous contestants, instantly defeated by Lin Xian’er.

Ximen Chui Liu felt tremendous pressure.

He was Liuyun Sword Sect’s biggest trump card. If even he lost, it would mean that aside from the initial four or five victories, everything following would be defeats.

This seemed even more shameful than Asking Immortal Sect’s seven consecutive losses!

"Ximen Chui, bring out your full strength at 120%, don’t hold back your Sword Intent, you absolutely must not lose to that girl!"

Cao Tailai clenched his fists tightly, gritting his teeth with hatred.

"Don’t worry, Sect Leader, my Ice Spirit Sword Intent is not so easily dealt with!" Ximen Chui Liu leaped onto the high platform and immediately spread out his Sword Intent.

Oh no, strictly speaking, it was just an embryo of Sword Intent.

However, even though it was just an embryo, it already possessed a certain lethality.

The temperature around the entire arena dropped instantaneously, and Ximen Chui Liu’s robes fluttered without wind.

"Junior, next, you will taste defeat. With this sword unleashed, you are surely defeated!"

A strand of Ximen Chui Liu’s hair fluttered in the wind.

He stood sideways with a dashing pose, his white clothes immaculate, and the Sword on his waist buzzing vibrantly.

"Ximen Chui Liu! What time is it now, cut the crap!" Cao Tailai was almost spitting blood in anger, "Quickly make a move! Show me a move now!"

"Clang!"

With a sound of the sword, Ximen Chui Liu’s Sword sharply unsheathed, followed by a streak of cold light flashing past.

"One Sword Comes from the West, Cold Light Nine Provinces!"

The move Ximen Chui Liu used was a Xuan Rank Sword Technique he had learned by chance.

He had never used this move in front of others before, but under Lin Xian’er’s overwhelming strength, he had no choice but to bring out his best skill.

"The posture is quite substantial, but is this the extent of its power?"

Lin Xian’er brought her fingers together, a faint purple light condensed at her fingertips, and she steadily clamped onto Ximen Chui Liu’s sword tip.

The surrounding Sword Qi vanished in an instant, leaving Ximen Chui Liu suspended mid-air, his face filled with astonishment, staring at Lin Xian’er.

His Xuan Rank Sword Technique Killing Move, just like that casually neutralized by Lin Xian’er?

Then, a formidable force surged from the Sword Blade, catching Ximen Chui Liu off-guard and sending him flying out violently.

Thud!

His body heavily crashed down off the platform, repeating the fate of those disciples who had been defeated by Lin Xian’er.

Indeed, in Lin Xian’er’s hands, nobody lasted more than three moves!