The Young Master Storms the City
Chapter 1197: Killing Array?

Chapter 1197: Chapter 1197: Killing Array?

With fist against sword, the moment of collision sent waves of enormous force surging in all directions like a raging sea.

A protective barrier instantly enveloped the entire auction platform, and the spreading force dissipated upon contact, vanishing in an instant.

The one who had made this sudden move was none other than the Elder of Xi Hu, who possessed the power of the Pseudo Dan Realm.

Fierce Lion and the others had grave expressions on their faces, realizing that Zhang Lin’s strength was not as simple as they had imagined.

Could Wei Qiu Wan win this first round?

The power of her fist suddenly increased, sending Wei Qiu Wan reeling back.

But Zhang Lin was already powering up for another strike, not intending to give Wei Qiu Wan a moment to catch her breath. With cracks forming on the ground beneath his feet, a terrifying and domineering force headed straight for Wei Qiu Wan.

However, light suddenly enveloped the surroundings and, unbeknownst to them, a Formation had appeared underfoot.

The Spiritual Power that had just gathered dissipated instantly, and Zhang Lin stopped in his tracks, his face registering shock.

When had Wei Qiu Wan set up the Formation?

Zhang Xiong abruptly stood up, his eyes wide with deep shock at the Formation that had appeared under Zhang Lin’s feet—Killing Array?

Gongsun Zheng, who was very knowledgeable about Killing Arrays, was dumbfounded by the sudden emergence of one. Even he would need some time to set up such a Formation.

But how could Wei Qiu Wan have set up a Killing Array instantly?

He turned sharply toward Ning Fan, realizing that it must have been because of him that Wei Qiu Wan knew about the Killing Array.

"This isn’t a Killing Array; it’s a Sword Array."

A surprised voice sounded; it was Luo Cang, the Sect Master of Shuiyun Mountain.

Everyone’s gaze turned toward Luo Cang, and even Fierce Lion looked surprised.

Wei Qiu Wan was known for her swordsmanship—since when had she learned to set up a Sword Array?

"This Sword Array is incomplete; it’s merely restraining."

"It must be that she started setting up the Formation while she was engaging with Zhang Lin, whose attention was focused entirely on the sword in Qiu Wan’s hand."

To restrict, and then to deal a heavy blow or even kill.

Now, on the auction platform.

The moment Zhang Lin was restrained, Wei Qiu Wan decisively struck with her sword again.

Spiritual Power transformed into countless sword shadows, engulfing the sky and raining down on Zhang Lin.

Four swords materialized around Zhang Lin, trapping him within them like a cage.

Facing the storm of swords coming his way, Zhang Lin dared not take her lightly anymore and became serious.

He exploded with Spiritual Power around him; the phantom of a fierce tiger appeared, roaring thunderously and shattering the Sword Array binding him.

Facing the downpour of sword rain, he swung out another punch.

This time, his punch carried the power to destroy heaven and earth, instantly dissipating the falling sword rain.

"Woman, making me use a Spiritual Technique means you’ve indeed got some skills!"

In the blink of an eye, Zhang Lin had reached Wei Qiu Wan and threw a massive punch towards her.

Wei Qiu Wan’s beautiful face turned pale, and facing the incoming punch, she chose not to meet it head-on but dodged nimbly instead.

As the punch missed its mark, Zhang Lin immediately launched another attack towards Wei Qiu Wan.

One was a ferocious attacker whose every punch carried the force to destroy everything.

The other was swift and evasive, dodging with unrivaled precision each time.

From the audience, Zhang Xiong’s expression was no longer relaxed, as he well understood how daunting Wei Qiu Wan was.

"Zhang Lin will deplete too much Spiritual Power if this continues. That girl is deliberately wearing him out."

Someone behind him sneered in response, "I knew Zhang Lin was a brainless waste. I should have been the one to go first, but you insisted on him."

Zhang Xiong paid no attention to the remark, simply responding, "Your strength is too evident. Being the second to go is the most suitable choice."

Then, Zhang Xiong looked towards Gongsun Zheng of the Four Sects Alliance. It was time for Gongsun Zheng to act.

He was certain that the next person the Four Sects Alliance would send out had to be this Xu Fan!

As for Wei Qiu Wan, even if she were to win this round, the remaining Spiritual Power would likely be near depletion.

So, in the next round, she would not appear again.

At this moment, at the Four Sects Alliance’s side.

A maid dressed in a sexy cheongsam brought tea to Ning Fan, saying softly, "Young Master, please have some tea."

Other attendants also brought tea to everyone else.

Ning Fan simply smiled faintly and waved his hand to refuse the tea.

"No, thank you."

The maid lingered for a brief moment before leaving.

It was this brief pause by the maid that caught Ning Fan’s attention.

It seemed the maid really wanted him to drink that cup of tea?

But now that the maid had left, Ning Fan collected his thoughts and focused on the fight taking place on the auction platform.

Zhang Lin, the disciple of the Hundred Beasts Sect, was becoming weaker as Wei Qiu Wan continued to drain his Spiritual Power.

For Wei Qiu Wan, this was an opportunity.

Zhang Lin had already lost.

In the arena, Zhang Lin finally realized it, but it was too late.

Just as his own Spiritual Power weakened, a graceful figure dashed in front of him, and before he could make a move, the sharp tip of a longsword was already pointed at his throat.

"It seems you’ve lost to this woman."

Zhang Lin’s face was covered in sweat, his clothes already soaking wet; he clenched his fists in frustration.

"Running around doesn’t count as skill. If you’ve got the guts, fight me head-on!"

"I’ll kill you if you don’t admit defeat," she said.

The tip of Wei Qiu Wan’s longsword was mere inches from his neck.

Any suspicious move from Zhang Lin, and there would be only one outcome—decapitation.

Zhang Lin clenched his teeth, and after a moment of internal struggle, he made his decision.

"I admit defeat."

"Useless trash!"

Zhang Lin had just conceded when Zhang Xiong immediately burst out in a torrent of curses.