Supreme of the Heavenly Realm
Chapter 137 - 134 High-Level Showdown (Part 1)

Chapter 137: Chapter 134 High-Level Showdown (Part 1)

Under the tense atmosphere, the battle on the high platform was on the verge of erupting.

"Brother Leng, please enlighten me,"

Ling Qianxue’s clear voice echoed through the mountain’s midair, possessing a kind of magical power, rendering the area silent. Only the unblinking eyes of the onlookers locked on the two competitors on the platform.

"When I spar with others, I never hold back. If Junior Sister Ling gets injured unintentionally, I hope for your understanding."

Amidst the convergence of countless gazes, Leng Ruofeng also slightly lifted his head, looking at the exquisite and slender beauty before him. A flicker of emotion surfaced in his indifferent eyes, but that trace of emotion soon vanished, replaced once again by boundless indifference.

"Swords and sabers have no sentiments; injuries are inevitable. Brother Leng, make your move."

Ling Qianxue’s beautiful eyes were calm like the depths of a lake. She was well aware of Leng Ruofeng’s strength—the very thing she lacked. This battle might not be easy to handle.

However, as the proud daughter of the Heavenly Martial Hall, such one-on-one challenges naturally couldn’t intimidate her. Only by facing an opponent like Leng Ruofeng could she achieve significant progress.

After a signal from Ling Qianxue, the officiating disciple nodded and then violently swung down his hand,

"The duel begins!"

Boom!

Two powerful and surging currents of True Qi erupted almost simultaneously from the bodies of the two competitors on the high platform, clashing to form two separate auras. In the air, there seemed to be a faint flow of currents; the sheer density of it made even the proud disciples turn pale in awe. The Martial Sect Master Realm was indeed unfathomably profound.

Whoosh.

The standoff lasted but a moment, and Ling Qianxue made the first move. As her figure, akin to a ghostly shadow, dashed forth, a purple soft sword appeared in her hand, reflecting a glimmer of cold light into her beautiful eyes. Her body then turned into a white blur that shot out explosively.

The light figure stepped through the air, leaving no trace, and after several swift movements, she was in front of Leng Ruofeng. The purple edge carried a sharp and straight arc, stabbing directly at his chest.

And just as Ling Qianxue’s sword reached him, the previously still Leng Ruofeng suddenly acted. In that instant, an astonishing killing intent burst forth from his body. He pointed his index finger sharply forward, deflecting the purple soft sword with a direct, raw force, the sharp edge grazing past his face.

Hisss!

The sword light cut past Leng Ruofeng’s face, severing a strand of hair. With sword light flashing in his eyes, Leng Ruofeng took a step forward and fiercely clawed toward Ling Qianxue’s wrist that held the soft sword. The vicious strength of his grip, if applied, was enough to shatter her delicate wrist.

This scene left the crowd in shock, many with unnatural expressions on their faces as they secretly worried for Ling Qianxue, realizing that Leng Ruofeng truly spared no mercy, even for a beauty’s plight.

Yet, if Ling Qianxue could be so easily tricked, she wouldn’t deserve to be called a genius disciple. As the claw strength whooshed toward her, her wrist suddenly retracted, and her soft sword began to spin,

"Purple Lightning and Green Frost!"

The Sword Qi roared, and almost instantly, it traced a series of purple arcs in the air. The Sword Qi’s cold light was subdued, with traces of it released, like frost and snow coating the surface, dispersing an extremely powerful lethality.

"Not bad swordsmanship."

Ye Xuan’s gaze solidified for a moment upon witnessing the fierceness of Ling Qianxue’s sword move. He could sense the power of the technique; a typical half-step Martial Sect master would likely be unable to discern the feints from the actual attacks, inevitably resulting in serious injury. Ling Qianxue truly deserved her reputation as the most talented disciple of the Heavenly Martial Hall—her fame was indeed no empty boast.

However, Ling Qianxue’s swordsmanship lacked a certain killer intent. Although it was not necessary to fight to the death against a fellow sect member, her opponent was Leng Ruofeng. Without the pressure of killer intent to suppress the opponent, it seemed inevitable that her aura would be somewhat weaker.

Faced with the overwhelming sword light, Leng Ruofeng suddenly stepped back half a step and clenched his palm. The black greatsword on his back was drawn in an instant, tracing a heavy arc through the air.

Many in the crowd tensed at this sight, noticing the apparent heaviness of the black greatsword. But in the next moment, a chorus of exclamations erupted from the crowd as, in Leng Ruofeng’s hands, the greatsword moved with deceptive lightness. Employing perfect control of force, it seemed not like a heavy sword, but rather a light weapon of negligible weight.

"Lifting as if it were light!"

Ye Xuan slowly uttered these four words, a spark of light flashing in his eyes. For martial artists, lifting as if it were light was a state of being, somewhat similar to Ye Xuan’s state of complete unity, though it was somewhat shallower since complete unity relied more on one’s exceptional talent. On the other hand, lifting as if it were light could be compensated for by extensive hard training, requiring much less innate ability.

"Shura Slash!"

Employing the state of lifting as if it were light, Leng Ruofeng’s greatsword seemed weightless. True Qi concentrated on the blade’s edge, and with a ferocious slash, it came crashing down.

Swoosh!

The heavy blade of black sword light, like a bolt of silk, cleaved straight through the air before tearing through it and colliding with the dense Sword Qi of the Soft Sword.

Boom boom boom!

The deep sounds exploded in midair, warping the black sword light as if it had merged with the purple sword Qi, distorting and forming a ferociously sharp edge, like a loose cannon, wildly unleashing itself and leaving the entire platform riddled with holes.

Swoosh swoosh swoosh!

Pieces of Sword Qi, like a violent storm, swept outwards. Ling Qianxue, light as a swallow, deftly leaped, easily evading the barrage of sword energy.

In sharp contrast to Ling Qianxue’s evasion, Leng Ruofeng stood his ground unmoved, allowing the scattered Sword Qi to lash against him, leaving behind faint trails of blood.

With a flash of ruthlessness in his eyes, as Ling Qianxue leaped into mid-air, Leng Ruofeng’s figure surged upwards once again. The greatsword in his hand drew an extremely fierce trajectory from below, aiming at Ling Qianxue with an exceedingly tricky angle.

Caught in a precarious position and suddenly attacked by Leng Ruofeng, Ling Qianxue did not panic. Her Soft Sword twisted once more, and Sword Qi cascaded down like a goddess scattering flowers.

Clang clang clang...

The two figures crossed each other in the air with ghostly speed. As their swords met, sparks flew, and many onlookers fixed their gaze upon the intertwining silhouettes. The sporadic Sword Qi that seeped out caused many to shudder, knowing that if they were in their place, they would likely have perished under such sword energy.

The fierceness of the battle made it nearly impossible for the audience to look away, their mouths going dry with tension.

"This Leng Ruofeng is truly despicable, always attacking Senior Sister Ling at the most uncomfortable moments, seizing even the slightest opening and biting down hard without letting go. Such unscrupulous tactics are simply contemptible," Xiang Qing said, watching the battle with increasing dissatisfaction.

Hearing this, Ye Xuan shook his head and smiled, "That’s not despicable; in a duel between experts, a single mistake often determines the winner. Facing Ling Qianxue, who is stronger than himself, if he can’t play to his strengths, then he’s sure to lose."

The situation in the arena appeared evenly matched at a glance, but in reality, Leng Ruofeng’s strength was clearly a notch below. However, Ye Xuan believed that since Leng Ruofeng dared to challenge Ling Qianxue, he wouldn’t rely solely on a few techniques. This Leng Ruofeng must have more tricks up his sleeve.