Ling Tian Sword God
Chapter 102 - 101 The Powerful Swordsman_1

Chapter 102: Chapter 101 The Powerful Swordsman_1

"I’m sorry, I was already holding back," Murong Ye said indifferently.

The young man in blue could only smile bitterly; the gap was too wide. Whether his opponent held back or not, it was all the same.

After sending the young man in blue flying with a punch, Murong Ye’s gaze fell on Ling Chen. Among their group, the only one who could pose a threat to him was Ling Chen.

However, in Murong Ye’s opinion, even Ling Chen could pose only a very limited threat.

In the second and third rounds, Murong Ye continued to display overwhelming strength. In every round, he defeated his opponent with a single punch, never needing a second.

Finally, even a top Inner Disciple named Shangguan Hong, known as "Fierce Fist," couldn’t withstand a punch from Murong Ye.

"Senior Brother Murong Ye is so strong! Shangguan Hong, known as ’Fierce Fist,’ has Boxing skills ranked in the top three among Inner Disciples. Yet, he couldn’t even withstand a single punch from Murong Ye. Just how strong is he?"

"He’s incredibly strong. Senior Brother Murong Ye isn’t even fighting seriously."

"It looks like no one in our group can beat Murong Ye. That Ling Chen is definitely not his match either."

The Inner Disciples from Group Two were discussing amongst themselves.

This is terrifying! How did I end up in the same group as a guy like that? Xiao Cheng was also daunted by the power of Murong Ye’s punch. He had initially harbored a sliver of hope for winning, but now, even that faint hope was completely extinguished.

"As the saying goes, the first burst of effort is strongest, the second wanes, and the third is exhausted," Ling Chen remarked. "Murong Ye’s Boxing is indeed wild, but its greatest power lies in the first three punches. As long as you can withstand those, it will be much easier afterwards."

Ling Chen had discerned the pattern in Murong Ye’s Boxing. Everyone’s martial arts techniques have flaws; none are perfect, and Murong Ye was no exception.

"Haha, easier said than done. How can you withstand three punches if you can’t even take one?" Xiao Cheng felt he really couldn’t stand this guy who only knew how to boast. ’First burst of effort,’ he scoffed. You first need the ability to withstand even one punch. He didn’t believe Ling Chen possessed this ability.

"Shut up, Xiao Cheng! Ling Chen is sharing his analysis with you, don’t be ungrateful," Xiao Muyu glared at him. This junior really doesn’t know his own limits.

"Yes, yes, I stand corrected," Xiao Cheng naturally didn’t dare to talk back to Xiao Muyu. He could only force a smile, but deep in his heart, his resentment for Ling Chen intensified.

However, such petty thoughts of his didn’t escape Ling Chen’s notice.

「Soon」

It was Ling Chen’s turn to go on the martial arts platform, and his opponent was none other than Xiao Cheng.

A hint of joy appeared on Xiao Cheng’s face as he sneered internally. The opportunity to teach this braggart a lesson has finally come!

"Senior Brother Ling Chen, please show mercy later," a false, ingratiating smile appeared on Xiao Cheng’s face.

"I will," Ling Chen said indifferently.

"Hmph, now it’s my turn to tear off your mask!" Xiao Cheng drew his Long Sword from his waist and stabbed towards Ling Chen. His toes tapped the ground continuously as he executed a move called ’Blue Sky White Egret.’ A rain of sword strikes, like lightning, enveloped Ling Chen.

Ling Chen stood still, his eyes shifting left and right, seemingly catching the trajectory of the Sword Light.

"How about that? Are you dazzled yet?" Xiao Cheng was secretly pleased. This paper tiger Ling Chen is about to reveal his true colors!

However, the next moment, Ling Chen moved. He didn’t even draw his sword. Instead, he simply pinched two fingers together and pointed. A wisp of sword qi shot out from his fingertips.

TING!

Suddenly, sparks flew. A strand of sword qi abruptly shattered Xiao Cheng’s Sword Light.

"What?" Xiao Cheng’s face changed. His sword technique was broken in an instant. Before he could even finish speaking, Ling Chen, who had been standing ten zhang away, rushed towards him so swiftly that he left a trail of afterimages.

"So fast!" Xiao Cheng’s face paled. He mobilized his True Qi and once again struck back with his sword.

"Hidden Dragon in the Abyss!" Ling Chen unceremoniously swung his sword. A dragon’s roar surged with the Sword Light.

BANG!

Xiao Cheng’s sword flew directly from his grasp, and his entire body was sent flying backward. He stumbled back more than ten meters before falling off the martial arts platform.

Sheathing his sword, Ling Chen stepped down from the martial arts platform.

"How is this possible?" Xiao Cheng’s eyes widened, then he passed out.

"This Xiao Cheng is too arrogant; it’s good to knock him down a peg," Xiao Muyu remarked, looking at the unconscious Xiao Cheng. She knew Ling Chen hadn’t used heavy force. He must have fainted from sheer indignation.

Ling Chen shook his head. This fellow isn’t just arrogant; he’s become rather sarcastic and insincere, harboring ill intentions. However, out of consideration for Xiao Muyu, he hadn’t embarrassed Xiao Cheng too much.

On the martial arts platform for Group One, an evenly matched battle was unfolding, drawing considerable attention.

"It’s the famous ’Cloud Blade’ Bai Ruhui! Who’s his opponent? I’ve never seen him before."

"Same here. How can an unknown possibly fight Bai Ruhui to a standstill?"

"This person seems to have appeared out of nowhere. Is there such a figure among the Inner Disciples?"

Many Disciples were discussing Bai Ruhui’s opponent, a stern-faced young man named Li Liuxing.

Under everyone’s gaze, Li Liuxing, expressionless, placed his right hand on the hilt of his sword, drew it, and struck.

SWISH!

Six streaks of sword light drifted out, enveloping Bai Ruhui completely.

With a confident smile, Bai Ruhui’s elusive Blade Light struck left and right; the spreading blade shadows easily shattered the sword light and surged towards his opponent.

Li Liuxing’s sword speed was like lightning. He not only shattered Bai Ruhui’s Blade Light but also struck Bai Ruhui’s body like a meteor.

SHLICK!

Avoiding the critical sword strike, Bai Ruhui soared into the air like a white crane. His Light Skill advantage was fully displayed. For a moment, it seemed as if his figure was everywhere on the martial arts platform.

"As expected of ’Cloud Blade’ Bai Ruhui! Among the Inner Disciples, I bet no one can match his Light Skill!"

Many Disciples’ eyes lit up. This was Bai Ruhui’s strength: moving as if amidst clouds and mist, his opponents couldn’t even touch the hem of his clothes.

"Sword Dominates the World!"

Li Liuxing stood his ground. He intently watched the trajectory of Bai Ruhui’s movements. Then, with a wave of the large hand holding his Long Sword, seven streaks of sword light flew forward almost simultaneously.

THUD! THUD! THUD!

Seven streams of sword qi landed successively on different positions on the martial arts platform, leaving behind numerous sword marks. Even the floorboards were split by the sword qi, sending stone fragments flying.

The afterimages dissipated, and Bai Ruhui’s figure landed.

"He dodged them all!" Xiao Muyu exclaimed in shock. To dodge such a dense sword qi assault, just how incredible must his Light Skill be?

"No, one strike wasn’t dodged," Ling Chen observed carefully. His gaze suddenly shifted, landing on Bai Ruhui.

Suddenly, on the martial arts platform, Bai Ruhui froze. Looking down, he saw a slit in the fabric over his chest, from which a faint trace of blood was seeping.

"What?" Bai Ruhui himself didn’t know when he had been hit by the sword light. This person’s sword speed... it’s actually faster than my Light Skill!