At this moment, the ultimate battle of the heavenly prodigies reached its climax.
Countless disciples held their breath, eyes fixed on the martial stage.
The two extraordinary figures on the platform represented the pinnacle of talent from their respective sects.
Everyone was eagerly anticipating the outcome—who would win, who would lose?
To them, the atmosphere on-site had become unbearably tense, as if two lightning bolts were clashing atop the stage, emitting a shocking aura.
To the disciples, Lin Fan and Xin Feng standing motionless were clearly locked in a contest of pressure—an intense, titanic struggle was about to unfold.
Liang Yichu and Wuya exchanged a glance, smiling faintly, no longer bickering as before, as if they were both anticipating something.
“Brother Yichu, wasn’t it on this very martial stage that we first met?” Wuya asked with a smile.
“Yes, it’s been a hundred years in the blink of an eye. Time really flies. I still remember vividly how you cried after I defeated you back then—it’s funny even thinking about it now,” Liang Yichu reminisced.
“Come on, after a hundred years, you still haven’t changed. Who exactly made whom cry, you don’t need me to remind you,” Wuya replied with a helpless glance.
“Brother Wuya, don’t pretend to be forgetful. Back then, if it hadn’t been for Sect Leader Yan, the first place in the Heavenly Prodigy 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.”
“Sounds so convincing.”
…
At this moment, atop the martial stage.
Lin Fan looked at the aloof Xin Feng, already having a plan in mind.
Sighing deeply, Lin Fan said, “Brother Feng, our sects have always been friendly. You and I must not damage our relations, but this duel is unavoidable. Please, make your move.”
“Hmph!” Xin Feng snorted coldly, his aura surging. Countless sword intentions coalesced into blades, gleaming with razor-sharp brilliance. Six mighty swords, exuding supreme might, floated behind him.
Lin Fan took a step forward, hands clasped behind his back, calm and composed. “Come then…”
At present, his cultivation was only at the peak of the先天 stage, and his maximum combat strength was at the入神 peak—how could he possibly rival Xin Feng, who had reached the higher tier of the小天 realm?
Yet, in battles, anything could happen. Victory often depended more on wit than brute strength.
“I won’t take your life,” Xin Feng said coldly. With a flick of his finger, one of the swords behind him screamed forward, piercing through layers of void, carrying unstoppable momentum straight toward Lin Fan.
“Brother Yichu, your direct disciple’s talent is truly exceptional. I didn’t expect him to have mastered《Heavenly Sword》to the Void Sword Realm,” Wuya remarked with admiration.
Liang Yichu smiled. “Of course, though he still needs refinement. His cultivation is sufficient, but his sword intent remains incomplete.”
A sword formed from pure sword intent carved a luminous arc through the void, like a shooting star, dazzling and mesmerizing. Even the disciples seated in the audience could feel the intense sword aura radiating from it.
“Why is Master Lin not moving at all?” someone in the audience cried out in alarm.
Zong Hentian and the other heavenly prodigy disciples sat there, hearts in their throats. They hadn’t expected Xin Feng to be this powerful, yet Lin Fan still stood motionless.
《Heavenly Sword》was a secret sword technique Liang Yichu had obtained from an ancient ruin. It used the number nine as its ultimate limit. When fully mastered, one could manifest nine swords in the void.
At present, Xin Feng had manifested six swords, indicating he had reached the Void Sword Realm.
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. But this was a crucial moment. He pretended to stagger backward and spat out a mouthful of blood.
Everyone watching was stunned.
The disciples in the audience stood up, unable to believe that Master Lin had taken the blow directly.
Sect Leader Yan and Wuya’s expressions also changed slightly.
“Why didn’t you fight back?” Xin Feng’s voice was cold and furious, “Are you mocking me?”
Lin Fan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, stood straight, and replied with a resolute expression, “For what happened yesterday, I accept this sword as my apology to you, Brother Feng.”
Xin Feng, who had been cold and aloof, was momentarily taken aback. “You…”
He hadn’t expected that his opponent would endure a direct sword strike just to apologize to him.
“Brother Feng, there are still five more swords. Come,” Lin Fan lifted his head, his expression serious.
His unwavering demeanor moved many in the audience.
Even the heavenly prodigy disciples of Jiuxiao Sect showed subtle changes in their expressions. They hadn’t expected that the person they hated most could be this bold and noble.
Xin Feng was also moved for a moment, but then he thought of his treasured sword, which Lin Fan had destroyed, and 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!” Zong Hentian shouted from the Saint Sect disciples’ side.
“Master Lin, counterattack!” the other Saint Sect disciples cried out as well.
“You heard them. Your fellow disciples urge you to fight. You’d better listen. That first sword was the weakest one…” Xin Feng said.
Lin Fan stood there, shaking his head. “Six swords—six swords it is. Since I destroyed your weapon, Brother Feng, I feel guilty. I will endure these six swords as atonement. If I die, then it’s what I deserve.”
…
“Leader Yan, Brother Wuya, what do you think of this…” Liang Yichu said, somewhat troubled.
“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…”
At that very moment,
The second sword, even more potent than the first, tore through the void.
Its power surpassed the first strike.
“Phooey…”
Lin Fan collapsed once again, blood splattering into the sky.
“The third sword…” 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 take it.” As he spoke, Lin Fan spat out another mouthful of blood.
“Master Lin…” the Saint Sect disciples cried out, unable to bear watching any longer.
The heavenly prodigy disciples from Jiuxiao exchanged glances, their eyes filled with deep shock.
This man was truly a real man…
Gradually, their attitude toward him began to change.
He was a disciple worthy of respect.
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