Chapter Ninety-Nine: Defeated with a Single Sword Stroke

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Facing Lin Cheng’s deadly strike, Dongfang Yu held nothing back, unleashing all his trump cards! A shimmering, lightweight armor appeared on his body. Though seemingly fragile and easily shattered, this battle attire radiated the spiritual aura of a high-grade spirit artifact. His folding fan split into three sections, spinning as the spiritual energy from the heavens and earth surged toward him. In moments, the spiritual energy surrounding Lin Cheng dissipated completely, converging entirely upon Dongfang Yu.

A roar erupted!

The Azure Dragon howled, shaking the heavens as it charged fiercely at Dongfang Yu, who was unleashing his full force. The surrounding space seemed crushed beneath its onslaught, producing a sonic boom. It charged forward, dragon breath spewing, its momentum terrifying.

Dongfang Yu shouted loudly, and a phantom figure burst forth from the armor, instantly expanding to a hundred zhang in height. The phantom was dressed like a refined scholar, exuding an air of gentility. With a snap of his folding fan, his aura became sharp and chilling, and the closed fan struck the Azure Dragon like a sharp sword.

Boom!

A powerful shockwave radiated outwards, shaking the formation’s light screen atop the martial stage. The fierce aura pierced through the formation, causing many spectators nearby to be blasted backward three zhang.

The presiding elder appeared, forming hand seals as the light screen covering the stage was further reinforced.

When everyone clearly saw the scene on the stage, they all gasped sharply.

Lin Cheng’s figure had already materialized behind Dongfang Yu, hands clasped behind his back.

At this moment, Dongfang Yu’s Heavenly Human armor, broken and shattered, dissolved into streams of light, retracting automatically. His upper garment was shattered into ashes, and a bowl-sized hole pierced through his shoulder, penetrating deeply—had it shifted down half an inch, his vital meridian would have been broken!

His eyes began to dim, blood continuously oozing from the corner of his mouth, as if the flame of life was about to extinguish at any moment. He slowly tilted his head back and collapsed.

Seated on the jade throne, Dongfang Han and Master Qingyang stood simultaneously.

Dongfang Han flashed onto the stage, hastily supporting Dongfang Yu and sealing his wounds. Spiritual energy surged from his palm into Dongfang Yu’s body, protecting his vital meridian. Looking up at Lin Cheng, his eyes flashed with murderous intent.

Master Qingyang took out precious pills and administered them to Dongfang Yu before directing his gaze at Lin Cheng, his voice stern: “We are fellow disciples—why strike with such cruelty?”

Lin Cheng shrugged: “If I truly wished to kill him, he would have been dead long ago... Master Qingyang, consider this: if our roles were reversed, would he spare me?”

With a dark glare at Lin Cheng, Master Qingyang and Dongfang Han supported the gravely injured, unconscious Dongfang Yu and left the stage.

Only then did the crowd below regain their senses, erupting into waves of discussion.

“This battle was incredibly brutal. Dongfang Yu was nearly killed in one strike...”

“Lin Cheng is not to be underestimated—he’s ruthless even among fellow disciples...”

“I say the strong prevail on the stage; mercy to others is cruelty to oneself.”

“I agree. Others have already shown restraint; otherwise, Dongfang Yu would be dead...”

“Lin Cheng is truly formidable—I bet he’ll win the championship this time!”

“Are you even from the Ziyang Sect or Qingyang Sect? Don’t forget, our Dong Wuwang is the undefeated senior brother!”

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Walking leisurely off the stage, Lin Cheng wore a faint smile, clearly savoring the sensation of being the center of attention. Alas! How lonely it is to be invincible!

As he returned to his friends, several voices greeted him with excitement.

“Brother Lin, you’re amazing!” Xiao Cui linked arms with Xu Xin’er, stepping forward joyfully.

Xu Xin’er looked at Lin Cheng, a faint blush creeping across her cheeks as she shyly asked, “You... you’re not hurt, right?”

“Ah... my chest hurts...” Lin Cheng quickly clutched his chest, feigning great pain.

“What? Are you okay?”

Seeing the concern on Xu Xin’er’s face, Lin Cheng winked at her and laughed heartily.

“Lin Cheng, you’re so naughty!”

“Tsk tsk... Brother Lin’s skills at flirting really shine!”

Everyone burst into laughter.

Fatty Lin looked cheerfully toward the spot where Dongfang Yu was being treated. “That madman’s sword was beautiful—almost sent him back to the afterlife. Hahaha...”

“Relieving to watch.”

“I guess from now on, people will avoid Lin Cheng’s path, but be wary of his secret retaliation...”

“Don’t worry, if Dongfang Yu doesn’t learn his lesson and provokes me again, I’ll cut him down!” Lin Cheng declared boldly.

The commotion gradually died down, and the second match’s contestants stood ready.

Liu Feng, who had reached the Sword Realm of No Intent, unleashed fierce and domineering sword energy. Clashing against Dong Wuwang’s Invincible Steel Body, sparks flew, and the clanging of metal rang out.

“Liu Feng, give it your all, or you’ll disappoint me...” Dong Wuwang calmly and confidently parried his attacks, smiling serenely like a breeze in spring.

“You and I are evenly matched; there’s no need for empty boasts...” Liu Feng flicked two fingers and thrust a sword forward.

The sword energy surged, thousands of sword auras bursting from his body, striking against Dong Wuwang’s innate steel body shield with a clanging sound. His spirit sword channeled power forward slowly, piercing deeper.

Sss!

A thin membrane ruptured; a crack appeared on the steel shield, the sword tip almost penetrating entirely.

Dong Wuwang’s eyes flashed. Clenching his fist, his whole body trembled as a massive aura exploded forth. Liu Feng was stunned and instantly forced backward by the shock.

“False Pill Realm?”

“I didn’t expect you to have reached the False Pill Realm. No wonder your tone was so arrogant...”

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Dong Wuwang’s faint smile deepened at Liu Feng’s surprise. “Is that all that shocks you?”

Liu Feng steadied his mind and slowly closed his eyes. The arena seemed to quiet, as a powerful sword intent silently gathered.

“Charge!”

“Hiding Edge Technique!”

With a long shout, he suddenly opened his eyes. Body and sword merged, and he calmly thrust forward.

Dong Wuwang squinted, the brilliance of the Heavenly Mirror intensified, meeting the attack head-on.

Against Dong Wuwang’s False Pill Realm-activated Heavenly Mirror, Liu Feng’s sword failed to break through. A giant phantom sword appeared outside his body, pressing tightly against the Heavenly Mirror’s light, forcing it to retreat.

Shhhh!

The long sword finally neared his invincible steel body, just a fraction away from piercing through.

After a tense stalemate lasting the time to drink a cup of tea, Liu Feng sighed with regret and gracefully withdrew. The sword energy that had filled the arena all retracted into his body, and the sword intent quieted.

“You win!”

“Thank you, Brother Liu.”

Liu Feng returned to the Qingyang Sect side, shaking his head with a sigh: “I didn’t expect that after several years, he’s no longer my match!”

Han Meng softly opened her red lips: “Senior Brother, don’t be discouraged. Though you couldn’t break his defense, he also failed to harm you... With time and cultivation, you will surely defeat him!”

Jiu Chi nodded as well: “The difference is only in realm. At the same level, his Invincible Steel Body cannot withstand your Hiding Edge Technique!”

Liu Feng shook his head: “That may not be his full strength. I’m already drained of spiritual energy, but he shows no sign of fatigue...”

Then he looked once more at Lin Cheng and said, “Junior Brother Lin, if you fight him, do not be careless!”

Lin Cheng produced a pill to restore spiritual energy and handed it over: “Don’t worry, Brother Liu. I will definitely give him a good beating later!”

Seeing Lin Cheng’s confidence, the others found his depth even more unfathomable.

“The second match winner is Dong Wuwang of the Ziyang Sect!”

The presiding elder’s voice slowly echoed, stroking his beard as he continued: “The third round will begin at the Wei hour (3 p.m.). Contestants, please prepare for battle.”

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