Inverse Sword Mad God
Chapter 442 - 442 441 Purple Extreme Light Splitting Technique

442: Chapter 441: Purple Extreme Light Splitting Technique 442: Chapter 441: Purple Extreme Light Splitting Technique Lin Xuan’s sword sliced off the corner of Ouyang Kun’s robe, causing a stir among the onlookers.

Glancing at Lin Xuan, who now exuded a dramatically different aura, a trace of solemnity flashed across Ouyang Kun’s face.

The Sword Light just now was actually able to breach his defense, much to his surprise, and it was so fast that it almost caught him off guard.

“Qiankun Demon Suppression Palm!”

His entire body thrummed with pulsating purple energy, exuding an imposing aura that seemed capable of suppressing everything.

At this moment, Ouyang Kun, enveloped in purple light, possessed an aura comparable to that of Spirit Transformation Realm Martial Artists.

With a single palm thrust, a sea of purple energy spread across the sky, like extraterrestrial twilight, attacking Lin Xuan with a terrifying might.

The whole arena was shrouded in purple light.

Even Spirit Transformation Realm Martial Artists wouldn’t dare to confront it forcibly.

Seeing the terrifying onslaught above the arena, the crowd below erupted in exclamations, and some of the weaker disciples turned pale.

Faced with such a fearsome attack, Lin Xuan merely swung his sword.

With this stroke, he brought his Sword Intent up to a fifty percent level of mastery.

His Sword Qi was astounding, instantly cleaving through the purple glow, and rapidly striking towards Ouyang Kun.

The fifty percent mastery of Sword Intent was too astonishing, causing the swords of the surrounding martial artists to tremble as if they wished to fly towards the arena.

“What kind of Sword Intent is that, it’s so terrifying, I can barely breathe!”

“Good heavens, this aura far surpasses Minor Sword Intent, could it be he’s been concealing his Sword Intent too?”

The crowd was dumbfounded, and even the elders were equally shocked.

It’s quite common to see practitioners conceal their cultivation since it’s easier to do.

But one’s Mental Realm cannot be concealed unless they choose not to use it.

Yet, Lin Xuan seemed to have broken this rule.

Not only had he concealed his cultivation, but he had also hidden a portion of his Sword Intent.

Such a tactic could only be described as terrifying!

Amid the crowd, Zuo Yang had gone pale.

Earlier, he had been brooding over losing to Lin Xuan, but now, faced with such Sword Intent, he felt an overwhelming sense of powerlessness.

On the arena, Ouyang Kun’s face turned as grim as water.

Each time he felt fully confident, adopting the tone of a senior and lecturing Lin Xuan, the latter would demonstrate strength beyond expectations.

It was a clear slap to his face!

“Fifty percent mastery of Sword Intent, this lad has actually grasped fifty percent!”

The purple light on Ouyang Kun flickered irregularly, now bright, now dim.

He had once participated in the Azure Dragon Society and had encountered many Swordsmen who had comprehended Sword Intent, even some at seventy percent mastery.

However, those individuals were much older than Lin Xuan.

He had never seen anyone as young as Lin Xuan comprehend such extensive Sword Intent.

“It seems I must strike with all my might,” Ouyang Kun thought heavily.

He had originally planned to conserve his strength for when he faced the Chief Disciples of other Sects.

But now, it seemed he had no choice but to go all out.

“Even if you are defeated, having forced me to use all my strength, you can take great pride in that,” Ouyang Kun said coldly as the purple energy around him surged like a purple cloud, swirling rapidly.

“Purple Extreme Light Splitting Technique!”

The charged energy around Ouyang Kun surged rapidly, detaching from his body and gradually forming a vague silhouette beside him.

The onlookers observed the silhouette with fear.

Because they saw the misty vapor eventually transform into a figure that resembled Ouyang Kun by eighty percent.

“What is this?

A clone?” the crowd was stunned.

In the stands, Tie Shou and others furrowed their brows: “Purple Extreme Light Splitting Technique!”

“I didn’t expect him to have mastered it.”

“It’s rumored that this secret technique rivals Earth-grade Martial Arts and is incredibly difficult to master; I didn’t think we would see it again today.”

“Lin Xuan’s Talent is extraordinary, but Ouyang Kun’s is not lacking either, and with the appearance of this secret technique, even if Lin Xuan possesses fifty percent mastery of Sword Intent, it might be difficult for him to withstand it.”

Lin Xuan frowned tightly as he stared at the shadow that resembled a clone.

He quickly employed his Pupil Skill to sense swiftly, but he found the clone’s aura to be indistinguishable from Ouyang Kun.

“How is this possible?”

As he was taken aback, Ouyang Kun and the purple shadow rapidly approached, transforming into two streaks of purple light.

The Star Extreme Sword swung, its Sword Qi tracing a crescent arc in front of him, forcing both back.

However, the pair attacked from both front and rear, and with strength comparable to Spirit Transformation Realm Martial Artists, they pressed Lin Xuan hard.

Everyone was dumbfounded; just when they thought Lin Xuan would win, this unexpected development occurred.

“As expected of the Chief Disciple, to have such a secret technique at his disposal.

It seems Lin Xuan is destined to lose!”

“That’s certain.

With the secret technique equivalent to two Spirit Transformation Realm Martial Artists attacking, not even someone defying the heavens like Lin Xuan could withstand two Spirit Transformation Realm Martial Artists!”

“However, as powerful as this secret technique may be, there probably are some limitations to it, or else it would be utterly heaven-defying!”

Some speculated that the technique might not last very long.

Indeed, Ouyang Kun’s offensive was fierce, his manner suggesting he wanted a quick resolution to the fight.

His Purple Extreme Light Splitting Technique was also newly mastered, only able to maintain cohesion for a very brief period.

But that was enough, after all, no one could withstand the attack of two Spirit Transformation Realm Martial Artists.

“Qiankun Demon Suppressing Hand!”

Ouyang Kun and the clone simultaneously unleashed two Absolute Skills, attacking Lin Xuan from both sides.

If this attack hit, even if Lin Xuan didn’t die, he would lose half his life.

The Referee Elder’s expression grew tense, ready to intervene at any moment.

In the moment of crisis, Lin Xuan sighed and gripped the hilt of the Wind Shadow Sword.

He hadn’t wanted to reveal his trump card, but faced with such an attack, he had no choice but to reveal some of his cards.

It was either the Minor Sword Intent or the Wind Shadow Sword.

After weighing his options, he decided to use the Wind Shadow Sword.

After all, the Wind Shadow Sword was easily recognizable, and besides, he wanted to keep the Minor Sword Intent hidden as his final ace.

Just as the massive purple palms were about to envelop Lin Xuan, he swiftly drew the Wind Shadow Sword.

With dual swords in hand, Lin Xuan lightly touched the ground, spinning like a whirlwind.

Terrifying Sword Light whipped in all directions.

Sword Light sparkled, filling the entire arena, and in an instant, Lin Xuan’s figure moved, appearing on the other side of the arena.

Boom!

The terrifying Sword Light disappeared, and the two purple palms split open, with clean cuts.

Not only that, but the clone was also cleaved in two, dissipating rapidly.

Ouyang Kun’s Iron Blood Battle Robe was also torn.

The fearsome Sword Intent pierced his inner armor, leaving behind a Sword Mark.

However, Lin Xuan executed his strike with great control; the Sword Mark only lingered on the surface and didn’t injure Ouyang Kun.

Ouyang Kun’s body stiffened, and sweat beaded on his forehead.

In that split second, although he had managed to discern the path of the Sword Qi and resisted with all his might, the Sword Qi was too formidable and pierced through his defense instantly.

Everyone was utterly astounded; they hadn’t seen the course of the action clearly, only observing the arena shrouded in purple energy, and then, in the next instant, the arena was enveloped in heaven-shaking Sword Light.

Although they hadn’t seen the details of the fight clearly, the outcome was crystal clear to them.

Lin Xuan stood unharmed, while Ouyang Kun’s chest bore a Sword Mark—the disparity in their skills and the victor were immediately apparent.

The Referee Elder was also stunned; that one strike had filled him with a sense of awe.

Taking a deep breath, he announced solemnly, “The victor is Lin Xuan!”