Inverse Sword Mad God
Chapter 439 - 439 438 Battle for Slots

439: Chapter 438: Battle for Slots 439: Chapter 438: Battle for Slots Lin Xuan was slightly surprised.

Such strong Soul Power, worthy of a Core Disciple.

At that moment, Tie Shou stood up and said with a deep voice, “There are only five spots available for the Azure Dragon Society challenge, with eleven participants.

The first five will secure their places.”

“Moreover, the first place will receive an additional reward, which may affect the rankings within the Azure Dragon Society.”

“A spot that could influence the Azure Dragon Society ranks!” The crowd exclaimed, and even those Core Disciples were surprised.

Light shone in their eyes as they trembled with excitement.

No matter what, they all wanted to give it their all.

At the very front, Ouyang Kun revealed a smile, believing that the first place would certainly be his, as would this special reward!

“Alright, enough talking.

Lin Xuan, come up here.”

Upon hearing this, Lin Xuan’s body flickered, and he instantly appeared in the center of the plaza.

“Eh, what a fine movement technique!” An elder from Big Banner Sect nodded slightly.

In an instant, all eyes fell upon Lin Xuan.

The Ten Core Disciples stared at Lin Xuan with varying expressions.

The disciples ranked near the top wore playful smiles; they did not take Lin Xuan seriously.

However, the few Core Disciples ranked at the bottom grew worried.

Initially, they had not taken Lin Xuan seriously either, but after witnessing his movement technique just now, they became alert.

That speed gave them a chilling sensation.

“Alright, the competition begins!”

In the center of the plaza, eleven young Martial Artists fought for five spots.

Each one had to fight ten matches to determine the top five.

The referee was an elder with a white beard, with a cultivation at the late stage of the Merging Spirit Realm.

This level of cultivation entirely surpassed everyone else’s, allowing him to control the match well.

The first match was Lin Xuan’s, and his opponent was Han Jun, the Core Disciple ranked eighth.

Han Jun’s cultivation was at the peak of the Merging Spirit Realm, but his aura was far stronger than Chou Sihai’s and Duan Wuqing’s from before.

“I’ve heard you defeated Chou Sihai and Duan Wuqing?” Han Jun sneered, “I advise you to concede voluntarily; I am not someone they can compare with!”

“We’ll know if you compare, after we fight,” Lin Xuan replied solemnly.

“Brave boy, indeed arrogant.

Watch the fist!” Han Jun bellowed, his body flitting forward.

“War Wolf Divine Fist!”

As his fist swung, it roared like a Demon Wolf, carrying an air of ferocity.

The wind from the punch howled, shaking the surroundings.

Han Jun was right; he was not someone like Duan Wuqing could compare with—just with his War Wolf Fist Technique, he could likely defeat Duan Wuqing in less than ten moves.

However, Lin Xuan’s strength far exceeded his expectations.

Amidst the wild barrage of punches, Lin Xuan’s body drifted unpredictably, like willow catkins swaying in the wind, brushing past the punches each time but always emerging unscathed.

“Such a cunning Step Technique,” the elders on the high platform nodded in admiration.

“The kid is not simple; with this movement technique, he can maintain an Innate Invincible position!”

Indeed, after dozens of moves, Han Jun had not even touched a single corner of Lin Xuan’s clothing.

“Damn it!”

Han Jun’s face darkened.

Facing a junior in the middle stage of Fusion Spirit Realm, he was unable to land a hit, which he found extremely humiliating.

“The Wolf Battles on the Wild!”

Numerous fist shadows turned into hundreds of green shadowed War Wolves, engulfing the entire arena.

Each War Wolf had the strength to kill a Peak Martial Artist of the Merging Spirit Realm.

A terrifying horde of wolves pounced towards Lin Xuan, their visages fierce and gruesome.

However, Lin Xuan merely swept out a sword strike that extinguished all attacks.

“Minor Sword Intent!

The rumor is true!” sensing that overwhelming Sword Intent, the crowd burst into discussion.

“How does Minor Sword Intent matter?

Watch my Green Wolf Swallowing the Moon!”

Han Jun exerted his Spiritual Power and formed a green wolf shadow behind him.

“Wind Emperor’s Sword!”

Thunder Shock Sword Light flashed past, like a sudden Thunder appearing, its sharp Sword Qi instantly penetrating the Green Wolf’s illusion.

And Han Jun’s face turned white, trembling as he staggered back ten steps, staring at Lin Xuan in horror.

“What fierce Sword Intent!” That strike just now, Lin Xuan could have killed him completely; if this weren’t a match, he would probably already be dead.

“The winner, Lin Xuan!” the Referee Elder quickly announced the result.

The crowd gasped, the outcome surprising them.

Even though Lin Xuan’s abilities were spoken of as if they were legendary, defeating Han Jun so effortlessly still seemed surreal to everyone.

The latter half of the Core Disciples all became tense, and even those ranked higher were cautious.

Lin Xuan’s strength had taken them all by surprise, and it seemed only people like Ouyang Kun could remain at ease.

Indeed, in the following matches, Lin Xuan’s strength once again confirmed everyone’s thoughts.

None of the last five Core Disciples could contend with him, and his victories were incredibly smooth.

Besides this, Ouyang Kun’s performance was even more spectacular, with even the second-ranked Yan Ming losing to him within thirty moves.

“It looks like this time the first place undoubtedly belongs to Ouyang Kun.”

“Yes, but I feel those five spots are still uncertain.”

“I think Hua Fei can snatch a spot, her Soul Attacks are too tricky!”

“That Lin Xuan isn’t bad either, so powerful.

Lord Iron Hand is amazing for being able to find such a talented youth.”

“Hey, look, Hua Fei and Lin Xuan have begun their bout!”

On the Arena, Hua Fei appeared cute and playful, with dimples on her cheeks, looking like the girl next door.

However, if someone truly regarded her as just the girl next door, they would be sorely mistaken.

“Hehe, let me see what this genius is made of!” Hua Fei picked up a zither and gently started to play.

Ding Dong!

The pleasing sound rose, enchanting the listeners, yet within the music lurked a devious Soul Attack.

Ordinary warriors of the Merging Spirit Realm, if unguarded, would certainly be in trouble.

Even those in the Spirit Transformation Realm would have to face such assaults cautiously.

However, Lin Xuan was not worried, as he too was an expert in Soul Power.

With light steps, he swiftly dodged arced assaults, while executing the Phantom Sword Technique to form the Phantom Sword Formation.

“What?

He resisted Hua Fei’s Soul Attack!

This guy is too formidable!” the onlookers exclaimed from below.

And Hua Fei was continuously surprised, her beautiful eyes revealing a shocked expression.

“You are also a Soul Type martial artist!” She opened her mouth slightly, and her fingers playing the zither stilled for a moment.

However, Lin Xuan seized this opportunity, the Phantom Sword forming a strange assault, slashing toward Hua Fei.

“Hmph!”

Hua Fei let out a light hum, her fingers moving to play, and a sequence of wonderful music sounded.

Spiritual Power vibrated rapidly, condensing into divine birds and holy beasts’ phantasms on the Arena, fluttering with the melody.

“Zither Skill harmonizing!

Hua Fei seems to be using her Absolute Skill!”

Lin Xuan’s brow furrowed slightly, sensing a crisis amidst these illusions.

Sword Qi soared to the heavens, the Great Dragon Sword Intent emitting a deep Dragon Roar, terrifying Sword Light filling every direction.

Dong!

Hua Fei’s fingers paused, and a string on her vertical zither snapped.

This vertical zither was a Mid Spirit-grade Treasure, very powerful.

Moreover, its strings, made from the sinews of an Eighth Rank Demon Beast, were incredibly elastic, and should not have snapped at all.

The only reason for their snapping was that they had been severed by Lin Xuan’s Sword Intent.

“Lin Xuan wins!” declared the Referee Elder aloud.

“Hmph!”

Hua Fei hummed lightly, carrying her zither as she walked down from the Arena.