At this moment, the battle between the two most outstanding disciples reached its climax.
Countless disciples held their breath, eyes fixed on the arena.
The two extraordinary figures on the stage represented the strongest prodigies from their respective sects.
Everyone was eagerly anticipating the outcome—who would win, who would lose?
In their eyes, the atmosphere on-site had become unbearably tense, as if two lightning bolts were clashing on the arena, emitting a shocking aura.
To those disciples, Lin Fan and Xin Feng standing motionless were clearly locked in a contest of pressure. This battle would surely be a fierce dragon-and-tiger clash.
Liang Yichu and Wuya exchanged a glance, smiling at each other without the earlier bickering, as if they were expecting something.
“Brother Yichu, wasn’t it on this very arena that we first met?” Wuya asked with a smile.
“Yes, it’s already been a hundred years. Time really flies. But I still remember clearly the scene of our duel back then. You cried after I beat you. Thinking about it now is still quite funny,” Liang Yichu recalled.
“You talk like it’s been so long, but you haven’t changed a bit. Who exactly made whom cry, I think you know better,” Wuya replied with a helpless glance.
“Brother Wuya, don’t pretend to forget. Back then, if it weren’t for the Sect Leader, the first place in the Heaven’s Pride Battle would definitely have been mine,” Liang Yichu said.
“Alright, I don’t want to argue anymore. This time, your Jiuxiao Sect is definitely going to lose.”
“You say it like it’s the truth.”
…
At this moment, on the arena.
Lin Fan gazed at the aloof Xin Feng, and already had a plan in mind.
“Sigh…” Lin Fan sighed at this moment. “Brother Feng, our sects have always been friendly. You and I must not ruin this relationship. However, this fight is unavoidable. Please make your move.”
“Hmph.” Xin Feng snorted coldly, his aura surging. Countless sword intentions solidified into blades, gleaming with sharp brilliance. Six swords exuding supreme might floated behind Xin Feng.
Lin Fan stepped forward, hands behind his back, and calmly said, “Come then…”
At this moment, the battle of the strongest prodigies reached its peak.
Countless disciples held their breath, their eyes fixed on the martial arts platform.
Over there, two exceptionally talented individuals stood, representing the strongest prodigies of their respective sects.
How would this battle unfold? Who would win or lose? They were all eagerly anticipating the outcome.
To them, the atmosphere of the entire venue had become overwhelmingly tense, as if two bolts of lightning were colliding on the platform, emitting a terrifying aura.
In the eyes of these disciples, Senior Uncle Lin and Xin Feng stood motionless, undoubtedly engaged in a battle of wills. This fight would be a fierce struggle between titans.
Liang Yichu and Wuya exchanged a glance, smiling at each other without the previous bickering, as if they were anticipating something.
“Brother Yichu, wasn’t it on this very platform that we first met?” Wuya asked with a smile.
“Yes, it’s been a hundred years in the blink of an eye. Time flies so fast. But I still remember our duel vividly. The way you cried after I defeated you still makes me laugh,” Liang Yichu reminisced.
“You’re still the same after a hundred years. Who made whom cry back then? I don’t need to remind you, do I?” Wuya glanced sideways, somewhat helpless.
“Brother Wuya, don’t play the fool. If it weren’t for Sect Leader Yan, I would have surely taken the first place in the Strongest Prodigy Battle,” Liang Yichu said.
“Alright, I don’t want to argue with you. This time, your Nine Heavens Sect is destined to lose.”
“You make it sound so certain.”
…
On the martial arts platform at this moment.
Lin Fan looked at the aloof Xin Feng, already having a plan in mind.
“Ah…” Lin Fan sighed. “Brother Feng, the Sacred Sect and the Nine Heavens Sect are friendly sects. Let’s not ruin our relationship. But now, this battle is unavoidable. Please, make your move.”
“Hmph.” Xin Feng snorted coldly, his aura surging. Swords formed from sword intent gleamed with razor-sharp brilliance, and six swords exuding supreme power floated behind him.
Lin Fan took a step forward, his hands behind his back, and spoke calmly, “Come on…”
Currently, his cultivation was only at the peak of the Innate Realm, with his maximum combat power at the peak of the Divine Realm. How could he possibly match Xin Feng, who was at the high level of the Minor Heavenly Position?
But sometimes, nothing is certain. In battles, one often relies more on wits.
“I won’t take your life,” Xin Feng said coldly at this moment. With a flick of his finger, one of the swords formed from sword intent shot out, piercing through layers of space with an unstoppable force, heading straight for Lin Fan.
“Brother Yichu, your direct disciple’s comprehension is truly top-notch. I didn’t expect him to have cultivated the ‘Heavenly Sword’ to the Void Sword Realm,” Wuya remarked with admiration.
Liang Yichu smiled, “Of course, but he still needs more tempering. His realm is sufficient, but he lacks in the realm of intent.”
A sword formed from sword intent cut through the void, leaving a trail of light like a star, dazzling and enchanting. Even the disciples in the audience could feel a strong sense of sword intent.
“What’s wrong with Senior Uncle Lin? Why isn’t he moving?”
At this moment, the disciples in the audience exclaimed in shock.
Zong Hentian and the prodigy disciples sat there, their hearts in their throats. They hadn’t expected Xin Feng to be so strong, but why was Senior Uncle Lin still standing there?
The ‘Heavenly Sword’ was Liang Yichu’s secret technique, obtained from an ancient ruin. It was a transcendent sword technique with nine as its limit. At its highest level, one could condense nine swords in the void.
Now, Xin Feng had condensed six swords, reaching the Void Sword Realm.
At this moment, the sword formed from sword intent was closing in on Lin Fan’s chest, yet Lin Fan remained motionless.
In an instant, Lin Fan didn’t hear the system’s experience notification, feeling a bit regretful. But now was the critical moment. Lin Fan pretended to retreat, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
At this moment, everyone was stunned.
The disciples in the audience stood up, unable to believe that Senior Uncle Lin had taken a direct hit.
Sect Leader Yan and Wuya’s expressions also changed slightly.
“Why didn’t you fight back?” Xin Feng’s face turned cold as he shouted angrily, “Are you mocking me?”
Lin Fan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, straightened up, and said with a look of no regret, “For yesterday’s matter, I’ll take this sword as an apology to you, Brother Feng.”
The aloof Xin Feng was also shocked at this moment, “You…”
He hadn’t expected the other party to take a direct hit from him just to apologize. This…
“Brother Feng, there are still five swords. Come on,” Lin Fan said solemnly at this moment, raising his head.
The look of no regret on his face moved the disciples in the audience.
Even the prodigy disciples of the Nine Heavens Sect had a change in their expressions. They hadn’t expected the person they disliked the most to be so heroic.
At this moment, Xin Feng was also moved, but when he remembered that his long-cherished weapon had been destroyed by this person, his heart hardened.
“Hmph, I advise you to fight back, or don’t blame me if you die,” Xin Feng said coldly.
“Senior Uncle, fight back!” Zong Hentian shouted from the Sacred Sect’s side.
“Senior Uncle, counterattack…” The Sacred Sect disciples also shouted.
“You heard them. Your fellow disciples are telling you to fight back. You’d better listen to them. The first sword was just the weakest…” Xin Feng said.
Lin Fan stood there, shaking his head, “Six swords mean six swords. Brother Feng’s weapon was destroyed by me, and I feel guilty. I’ll take six swords as an apology. If I die, it’s my own fault.”
…
“Sect Leader Yan, Brother Wuya, what do you think…” Liang Yichu said, somewhat troubled at this moment.
“My disciple, although he’s only reached the Void Sword Realm, each subsequent sword is more powerful than the last. Taking them head-on with his body, I’m afraid…”
And in that instant.
The second sword, carrying a more intense sword intent than the first, shot through the air.
The power of the second sword was even more formidable than the first.
“Pfft…”
At this moment, Lin Fan fell to the ground again, blood splattering across the sky.
“The third sword…” Lin Fan stood up once more, taking a step forward, staring at Xin Feng.
“Brother Feng, you don’t need to hold back. I know you hold resentment towards me. Vent it all out. I can take it.” As he spoke, Lin Fan spat out another mouthful of blood.
“Senior Uncle…” At this moment, the Sacred Sect disciples couldn’t bear it anymore.
The prodigy disciples of the Nine Heavens Sect exchanged glances, their eyes filled with deep shock.
This man is a true hero…
Gradually, their attitude towards him began to change.
This was a disciple worthy of respect.
But sometimes, things were unpredictable. In a duel, wit often mattered more than brute strength.
At this moment, the battle of the strongest prodigies reached its peak.
Countless disciples held their breath, their eyes fixed on the martial arts platform.
Over there, two figures of extraordinary grace represented the strongest prodigy disciples of their respective sects.
How would this battle unfold? Who would win or lose? They were all eagerly anticipating the outcome.
To them, the atmosphere of the entire venue had become overwhelmingly tense, as if two bolts of lightning were colliding on the martial arts platform, emitting a terrifying aura.
In the eyes of these disciples, Uncle Lin and Xin Feng stood motionless, undoubtedly engaged in a contest of aura. This battle would be a fierce clash of titans.
Liang Yichu and Wuya exchanged a glance, smiling at each other without the previous bickering, as if they were anticipating something.
“Brother Yichu, wasn’t it on this martial arts platform that we first met?” Wuya asked with a smile.
“Yes, in the blink of an eye, a hundred years have passed. Time flies so quickly. But I still remember vividly the scene of our duel back then. The way you cried after I defeated you, it’s quite amusing to think about now,” Liang Yichu reminisced.
“You’re still the same after a hundred years. Who made whom cry back then? I don’t need to say it, do I?” Wuya glanced sideways, expressing some helplessness.
“Brother Wuya, don’t play the fool. If it weren’t for Sect Leader Yan, the title of the strongest prodigy would have been mine without a doubt,” Liang Yichu said.
“Alright, I don’t want to argue with you. This time, your Nine Heavens Sect is destined to lose.”
“Keep dreaming.”
…
On the martial arts platform at this moment.
Lin Fan looked at the aloof Xin Feng, already formulating a plan in his mind.
“Ah…” Lin Fan sighed. “Brother Feng, the Sacred Sect and the Nine Heavens Sect are friendly sects. Let’s not ruin our relationship. However, this battle is unavoidable. Please, make your move.”
“Hmph.” Xin Feng snorted coldly, his aura surging. Swords formed from sword intent shimmered with razor-sharp brilliance, and six swords exuding supreme power floated behind him.
Lin Fan took a step forward, hands behind his back, and spoke calmly, “Come on…”
Currently, his cultivation was only at the peak of the Innate Realm, with his maximum combat power at the peak of the Divine Realm. How could he possibly match Xin Feng, who was at the high level of the Minor Heavenly Realm?
But sometimes, nothing is certain. In battles, more often than not, it’s the mind that matters.
“I won’t take your life,” Xin Feng said coldly at this moment. With a flick of his finger, one of the swords formed from sword intent shot out, piercing through layers of void with an unstoppable force, heading straight for Lin Fan.
“Brother Yichu, your direct disciple’s comprehension is truly top-notch. I didn’t expect him to cultivate the ‘Heavenly Sword’ to the Void Sword Realm,” Wuya remarked with admiration.
Liang Yichu smiled, “Of course, but he still needs tempering. His realm is sufficient, but he lacks in the realm of intent.”
A sword formed from sword intent cut through the void, leaving a trail of light like a star, dazzling and enchanting. Even the disciples in the audience could feel a strong sword intent emanating from it.
“What’s wrong with Uncle Lin? Why isn’t he moving?”
At this moment, the disciples in the audience exclaimed in shock.
Zong Hentian and the prodigy disciples sat there, their hearts in their throats. They hadn’t expected Xin Feng to be so powerful, yet Uncle Lin remained standing there.
The ‘Heavenly Sword’ was Liang Yichu’s secret technique, obtained from an ancient ruin. It was a transcendent sword technique with nine as its limit. Cultivating it to the highest realm allowed one to condense nine swords in the void.
Now, Xin Feng had condensed six swords, reaching the Void Sword Realm.
At this moment, the sword formed from sword intent was heading straight for Lin Fan’s chest, yet Lin Fan remained motionless.
In that instant, Lin Fan didn’t hear the system’s experience notification, which left him somewhat regretful. But now was the critical moment. Lin Fan pretended to retreat, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
At this moment, everyone was stunned.
The disciples in the audience stood up, unable to believe that Uncle Lin had taken a direct hit.
Sect Leader Yan and Wuya’s expressions also changed slightly.
“Why didn’t you fight back?” Xin Feng’s face turned cold as he shouted angrily, “Are you mocking me?”
Lin Fan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, straightened up, and said with a look of no regret, “For what happened yesterday, I’ll take this sword as an apology to you, Brother Feng.”
The aloof Xin Feng was also taken aback at this moment, “You…”
He hadn’t expected the other party to take a direct hit from him just to apologize. This…
“Brother Feng, there are still five swords. Come on,” Lin Fan raised his head, speaking seriously at this moment.
The look of no regret on his face moved the disciples in the audience.
Even the prodigy disciples of the Nine Heavens Sect had a change in their expressions. They hadn’t expected the person they disliked the most to be so heroic.
At this moment, Xin Feng was also moved, but when he thought about how his long-cherished weapon had been destroyed by this person, his heart hardened.
“Hmph, I advise you to fight back, or else don’t blame me if you die,” Xin Feng said coldly.
“Uncle, fight back!” Zong Hentian, the prodigy disciple of the Sacred Sect, shouted.
“Uncle, counterattack…” The Sacred Sect disciples also shouted.
“You heard them, your fellow disciples are telling you to fight back. You’d better listen to them. The first sword was just the weakest…” Xin Feng said.
Lin Fan stood there, shaking his head, “Six swords are six swords. Brother Feng’s weapon was destroyed by me, and I feel guilty. I’ll take six swords as an apology. If I die, it’s my own fault.”
…
“Sect Leader Yan, Brother Wuya, what do you think…” Liang Yichu said with some difficulty at this moment.
“My disciple, although he’s only cultivated to the Void Sword Realm, each subsequent sword is more powerful than the last. Taking them head-on with his body, I’m afraid…”
And at that very moment.
The second sword, carrying a more intense sword intent than the first, shot through the air.
The power of the second sword was even more formidable than the first.
“Pfft…”
At this moment, Lin Fan fell to the ground again, blood splattering across the sky.
“The third sword…” Lin Fan stood up once more, taking a step forward, staring at Xin Feng.
“Brother Feng, you don’t need to hold back. I know you harbor resentment towards me. Let it all out. I can take it.” As he spoke, Lin Fan spat out another mouthful of blood.
“Uncle…” At this moment, the Sacred Sect disciples couldn’t bear it any longer.
The prodigy disciples of the Nine Heavens Sect exchanged glances, their eyes filled with deep shock.
This man is a true hero…
Gradually, their attitude towards him also changed.
This is a disciple worthy of respect.
“Brother Yichu, your chosen disciple’s talent is indeed exceptional. I didn’t expect him to have mastered《Heavenly Sword》to the Void Sword Realm,” Wuya remarked in admiration.
Liang Yichu smiled. “Of course. But he still needs refining. His cultivation is sufficient, but he lacks in sword intent.”
At this moment, the battle of the strongest prodigies reached its peak.
Countless disciples held their breath, their eyes fixed on the martial arena.
Over there, two figures of exceptional grace represented the strongest prodigy disciples of their respective sects.
How would this battle unfold? Who would win or lose? They were all eagerly anticipating the outcome.
To them, the atmosphere of the entire scene had become overwhelmingly tense, as if two bolts of lightning were colliding on the martial arena, unleashing a terrifying aura.
In the eyes of these disciples, Senior Uncle Lin and Xin Feng stood motionless, undoubtedly engaged in a battle of wills. This fight would be a fierce contest between titans.
Liang Yichu and Wuya exchanged a glance, sharing a smile, free from their previous bickering, as if they were anticipating something.
“Brother Yichu, wasn’t it on this very martial arena that we first met?” Wuya asked with a smile.
“Yes, it’s been a hundred years in the blink of an eye. Time flies. But I still remember our duel vividly. The way you cried after I defeated you—it’s quite amusing to think about now,” Liang Yichu reminisced.
“You’re still the same after a hundred years. Who made whom cry back then? I don’t need to remind you,” Wuya retorted with a hint of helplessness.
“Brother Wuya, don’t play the fool. If it weren’t for Sect Leader Yan, the title of the strongest prodigy would have been mine without a doubt,” Liang Yichu said.
“Alright, I won’t argue with you. This time, your Nine Heavens Sect is destined to lose.”
“You make it sound so certain.”
…
On the martial arena at this moment.
Lin Fan gazed at the aloof Xin Feng, already formulating a strategy in his mind.
“Ah…” Lin Fan sighed. “Brother Feng, the Sacred Sect and the Nine Heavens Sect are friendly sects. Let us not ruin this relationship. However, this battle is unavoidable. Please, make your move.”
“Hmph,” Xin Feng snorted coldly, his aura surging. Swords formed from sword intent shimmered with razor-sharp brilliance, and six swords exuding supreme power floated behind him.
Lin Fan took a step forward, his hands behind his back, and spoke calmly, “Come on…”
Currently, his cultivation was only at the peak of the Innate Realm, with his maximum combat power at the Divine Transformation peak. How could he possibly match Xin Feng, who was at the high-level Heavenly Realm?
But sometimes, nothing is certain. In battles, strategy often matters more.
“I won’t take your life,” Xin Feng declared coldly, flicking his finger. One of the swords formed from sword intent shot forth, piercing through layers of space with an unstoppable force, heading straight for Lin Fan.
“Brother Yichu, your disciple’s comprehension is truly top-notch. I didn’t expect him to master the ‘Heavenly Sword’ to the Void Sword Realm,” Wuya remarked with admiration.
Liang Yichu smiled, “Of course, but he still needs tempering. His realm is sufficient, but he lacks the right intent.”
A sword formed from sword intent cut through the void, leaving a trail of light like a star, dazzling and enchanting. Even the disciples in the audience could feel the intense sword intent.
“What’s wrong with Senior Uncle Lin? Why isn’t he moving?”
The disciples in the audience gasped in shock.
Zong Hentian and the prodigy disciples sat there, their hearts in their throats. They hadn’t expected Xin Feng to be so powerful, yet Senior Uncle Lin remained unmoving.
The ‘Heavenly Sword’ was Liang Yichu’s secret technique, obtained from an ancient ruin. It was a transcendent sword art with nine levels, and at its peak, one could condense nine swords in the void.
Now, Xin Feng had condensed six swords, reaching the Void Sword Realm.
The sword formed from sword intent was now aimed directly at Lin Fan’s chest, yet Lin Fan remained motionless.
In that instant, Lin Fan didn’t hear the system’s experience notification, feeling a bit of regret. But this was a critical moment. Pretending to retreat, Lin Fan spat out a mouthful of blood.
Everyone was stunned.
The disciples in the audience stood up, unable to believe that Senior Uncle Lin had taken the hit without retaliating.
Sect Leader Yan and Wuya’s expressions also changed slightly.
“Why didn’t you fight back?” Xin Feng’s face turned cold as he shouted angrily, “Are you mocking me?”
Lin Fan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, straightened up, and said with a look of no regret, “For yesterday’s incident, I’ll take this sword as an apology to you, Brother Feng.”
The aloof Xin Feng was momentarily stunned. “You…”
He hadn’t expected the other to take a sword strike just to apologize. This…
“Brother Feng, there are still five swords. Come on,” Lin Fan said, raising his head with a serious expression.
The look of no regret on his face moved the disciples in the audience.
Even the prodigy disciples of the Nine Heavens Sect felt a change in their hearts. They hadn’t expected the person they disliked the most to be so heroic.
At this moment, Xin Feng was also moved, but remembering how his cherished weapon had been destroyed by this person, he hardened his heart.
“Hmph, I advise you to fight back, or don’t blame me if you die,” Xin Feng said coldly.
“Senior Uncle, fight back!” Zong Hentian shouted from the Sacred Sect’s side.
“Senior Uncle, counterattack!” the Sacred Sect disciples also shouted.
“You heard them. Your fellow disciples are telling you to fight back. You’d better listen. That first sword was the weakest,” Xin Feng said.
Lin Fan stood there, shaking his head. “Six swords mean six swords. I destroyed Brother Feng’s weapon, and I feel guilty. I’ll take six swords as an apology. If I die, it’s my own fault.”
…
“Sect Leader Yan, Brother Wuya, what do you think?” Liang Yichu said, looking troubled.
“My disciple, although he’s only reached the Void Sword Realm, each subsequent sword is more powerful than the last. Taking them head-on with his body might be…”
In that instant.
The second sword, carrying even more intense sword intent than the first, shot through the air.
The power of the second sword was far greater than the first.
“Pfft…”
Lin Fan fell to the ground again, blood spraying into the sky.
“The third sword…” Lin Fan stood up once more, taking a step forward, his gaze fixed on Xin Feng.
“Brother Feng, you don’t need to hold back. I know you hold resentment towards me. Vent it all out. I can take it.” As he spoke, Lin Fan spat out another mouthful of blood.
“Senior Uncle…” The Sacred Sect disciples couldn’t bear to watch.
The prodigy disciples of the Nine Heavens Sect exchanged glances, their eyes filled with deep astonishment.
This man is a true warrior…
Gradually, their attitude towards him began to change.
This was a disciple worthy of respect.
“What’s going on with Master Lin? Why isn’t he moving at all?”
At this moment, the disciples in the audience cried out in shock.
Zong Hentian and the other prodigy disciples seated there were also anxious, not expecting Xin Feng to be so powerful. Yet Lin Fan still stood motionless.
At this moment, the battle of the strongest prodigies reached its peak.
Countless disciples held their breath, their eyes fixed on the martial arts platform.
There stood two figures of extraordinary grace, representing the most talented disciples of their respective sects.
How would this battle unfold? Who would emerge victorious? They were all filled with anticipation.
To them, the atmosphere of the entire venue had become overwhelmingly tense. It was as if two bolts of lightning were colliding on the platform, unleashing a terrifying aura.
In the eyes of the disciples, Uncle Lin and Xin Feng stood motionless, undoubtedly engaged in a contest of will. This battle would be a fierce struggle between titans.
Liang Yichu and Wuya exchanged a glance, sharing a smile. Gone was their previous bickering, as if they were both anticipating something.
“Brother Yichu, wasn’t it on this very platform that we first met?” Wuya asked with a smile.
“Indeed, it feels like just yesterday, yet a hundred years have passed. Time flies. But I still remember our duel vividly. The way you cried after I defeated you—it’s quite amusing to think about now,” Liang Yichu reminisced.
“You haven’t changed a bit in a hundred years. Who made whom cry back then? Need I remind you?” Wuya retorted with a hint of exasperation.
“Brother Wuya, don’t play the fool. If it weren’t for Sect Leader Yan, I would have undoubtedly claimed the top spot in the Strongest Prodigy Battle,” Liang Yichu asserted.
“Enough of this argument. This time, your Nine Heavens Sect is destined to lose.”
“Keep dreaming.”
…
On the martial arts platform.
Lin Fan gazed at the aloof Xin Feng, already formulating a strategy in his mind.
“Ah…” Lin Fan sighed. “Brother Feng, the Sacred Sect and the Nine Heavens Sect are allies. Let us not damage our relationship. However, this battle is unavoidable. Please, make your move.”
“Hmph.” Xin Feng snorted coldly, his aura surging. Swords formed from sword intent materialized, their edges gleaming with unparalleled sharpness. Six swords, radiating immense power, floated behind him.
Lin Fan took a step forward, his hands clasped behind his back, and spoke calmly, “Come at me…”
Though his current cultivation was only at the peak of the Innate Realm, with his maximum combat power at the Divine Transformation Peak, he was no match for Xin Feng, who was at the high level of the Minor Heavenly Position.
But in battles, sometimes the outcome is uncertain. More often than not, it comes down to strategy.
“I won’t take your life,” Xin Feng declared coldly. With a flick of his finger, one of the swords behind him shot forward, piercing through layers of space with unstoppable force, aiming directly at Lin Fan.
“Brother Yichu, your disciple’s comprehension is truly top-notch. To think he has mastered the ‘Heavenly Sword’ to the Void Sword Realm,” Wuya remarked with admiration.
Liang Yichu smiled. “Of course, but he still needs refinement. His realm is sufficient; what he lacks is the right intent.”
The sword formed from sword intent cut through the void, leaving a trail of light as dazzling as starlight. Even the disciples in the audience could feel the intense sword intent emanating from it.
“What’s wrong with Uncle Lin? Why isn’t he moving?”
The disciples in the audience gasped in shock.
Zong Hentian and the other prodigies sat on edge, their hearts pounding. They hadn’t expected Xin Feng to be so powerful, yet Uncle Lin remained motionless.
The ‘Heavenly Sword’ was Liang Yichu’s secret technique, obtained from an ancient ruin. It was a transcendent sword art with nine levels, and at its peak, one could materialize nine swords in the void.
Now, Xin Feng had materialized six swords, reaching the Void Sword Realm.
The sword intent-formed blade was closing in on Lin Fan’s chest, yet he remained still.
In that instant, Lin Fan felt a pang of regret as he didn’t hear the system’s experience notification. But this was a critical moment. Pretending to stagger back, he spat out a mouthful of blood.
Everyone was stunned.
The disciples in the audience stood up, unable to believe that Uncle Lin had taken the hit without defending himself.
Sect Leader Yan and Wuya’s expressions also shifted slightly.
“Why didn’t you fight back?” Xin Feng’s face turned cold as he shouted in anger. “Are you mocking me?”
Lin Fan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, straightened up, and spoke with unwavering resolve, “For what happened yesterday, I offer this sword as my apology to you, Brother Feng.”
The aloof Xin Feng was momentarily taken aback. “You…”
He hadn’t expected the other to take a sword strike as an apology. This…
“Brother Feng, there are five more swords. Come at me,” Lin Fan said solemnly, lifting his head.
The look of unwavering determination on his face moved the disciples in the audience.
Even the prodigies of the Nine Heavens Sect, who had once despised him, now felt a change in their hearts. They hadn’t expected the person they disliked the most to display such indomitable spirit.
Xin Feng was also moved, but the memory of his treasured weapon being destroyed by this man hardened his resolve.
“Hmph, I advise you to fight back. If you die, don’t blame me,” Xin Feng said coldly.
“Uncle, fight back!” Zong Hentian, the prodigy of the Sacred Sect, shouted from the sidelines.
“Uncle, counterattack!” The Sacred Sect disciples joined in.
“You heard them. Your fellow disciples are urging you to fight back. You’d better listen. That first sword was the weakest,” Xin Feng said.
Lin Fan stood firm, shaking his head. “Six swords mean six swords. I destroyed your weapon, Brother Feng, and I feel remorse. I will take six swords as my penance. If I die, it is my own doing.”
…
“Sect Leader Yan, Brother Wuya, what do you think?” Liang Yichu asked, feeling somewhat conflicted.
“My disciple, though he has only reached the Void Sword Realm, each subsequent sword is more powerful than the last. To withstand them with his body alone is likely…”
At that very moment.
The second sword, carrying even more intense sword intent than the first, shot through the air.
This second sword was far more formidable than the first.
“Pfft…”
Lin Fan fell to the ground once more, blood staining the sky.
“The third sword…” Lin Fan stood up again, taking a step forward, his gaze fixed on Xin Feng.
“Brother Feng, you need not hold back. I know you harbor resentment toward me. Vent it all. I can take it.” As he spoke, Lin Fan spat out another mouthful of blood.
“Uncle…” The Sacred Sect disciples couldn’t bear to watch any longer.
The prodigies of the Nine Heavens Sect exchanged glances, their eyes filled with deep astonishment.
This man is a true warrior…
Gradually, their attitude toward him began to change.
He was a disciple worthy of respect.
Currently, Xin Feng had condensed six swords, indicating he had reached the Void Sword Realm.
And now, the sword formed from sword intent was rushing straight toward Lin Fan’s chest, yet Lin Fan remained still.
In an instant, Lin Fan didn’t hear the system’s prompt for experience gain, which made him feel a bit regretful. However, this was a critical moment. Lin Fan pretended to retreat slightly and spat out a mouthful of blood.
At that moment, everyone was stunned.
The disciples in the audience stood up, unable to believe that Master Lin had actually taken the blow head-on.
Sect Leader Yan and others, including Wuya, also had their expressions slightly altered.
“Why didn’t you fight back?” At this moment, Xin Feng’s face darkened, angrily shouting, “Are you mocking me?!”
Lin Fan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, stood straight, and said with a resolute expression, “For what happened yesterday, I accept this sword as an apology to you, Brother Feng.”
Xin Feng, who had been cold and proud, was momentarily taken aback. “You…”
He hadn’t expected that the opponent would actually endure his sword strike just to apologize to him.
“Brother Feng, there are still five more swords. Come, strike them,” Lin Fan raised his head, his expression serious.
This fearless and unregretful look moved the disciples in the audience.
Even the prodigy disciples from Jiuxiao Sect showed subtle changes in their expressions. They hadn’t expected that the person they disliked the most could be so bold and heroic.
At this moment, Xin Feng was also somewhat moved, but thinking of how his treasured weapon had been destroyed by this very person, he hardened his heart.
“Hmph, I suggest you fight back. Otherwise, don’t blame me if you die,” Xin Feng said coldly.
“Master Lin, fight back!” On the side of the Saint Sect prodigies, Zong Hentian shouted loudly.
“Master Lin, strike back!” The disciples of the Saint Sect also shouted.
“You hear that? Your fellow sect members are urging you to fight. You’d better listen to them. That previous sword was merely the weakest one…” Xin Feng said.
Lin Fan stood there and shook his head. “Six swords, exactly six. I destroyed your weapon, Brother Feng, and I feel guilty. I will endure these six swords as an apology. If I die, it’s only what I deserve.”
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“Master Yan, Brother Wuya, what do you think about this…” At this moment, Liang Yichu said with some concern.
“My disciple has only reached the Void Sword Realm, but the following swords will be increasingly powerful. If he withstands them with just his physical body, I fear…”
Just at this moment,
The second sword, carrying an even fiercer sword intent than the first, tore through the air.
Its power was even stronger than the first.
“Phooey…”
At this moment, Lin Fan fell to the ground once again, blood splattering across the sky.
“The third sword…” At this moment, Lin Fan stood up again, took a step forward, and stared at Xin Feng.
“Brother Feng, don’t hold back. I know you resent me. Let it all out—I can endure it.” As he spoke, Lin Fan spat out another mouthful of blood.
“Master Lin…” At this moment, the disciples of the Saint Sect could hardly bear to watch.
The prodigy disciples of Jiuxiao Sect exchanged glances, their eyes filled with deep shock.
This man is truly a real man…
Gradually, their attitude toward this person began to change.
He was a disciple truly worthy of respect.
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