Chapter 138 - 135 High-Level Confrontation (Part 2)

Chapter 138: Chapter 135 High-Level Confrontation (Part 2)Clang! Another extremely crisp metallic sound spread across the stage as fierce Sword Qi swept out. Both figures swiftly retreated several feet, and where they landed, the sturdy floor was shattered by Sword Qi, kicking up a sky-high dust. Both combatants were exceedingly formidable; after all, this was a battle between two True Disciples, one a dreaded figure that even the Heavenly Martial Hall feared, and the other a peerless genius who had set new records within the Heavenly Martial Hall, neither of whom were mediocre. However, these circumstances made the outcome even more elusive. Although there was always a winner and a loser in martial contests, clearly neither person wanted to be the one who lost. Hum! Ling Qianxue’s beautiful eyes twinkled, and a determined expression suddenly appeared on her face. She moved, floating in the air, and then her delicate hands swiftly formed dazzling Hand Seals like lightning. As her hands changed seals, the aura around her body also suddenly became colder. Even the purple Soft Sword in her hand seemed to be covered with a layer of frost, distorting the air around her as if it couldn’t withstand the chill. "It’s the True Lunar Scripture from Yin Hall!" Many disciples looked up at the sky witnessing this anomaly, their faces soon filling with intense shock. At this moment, Qianxue was finally using her trump card... "True Lunar Scripture..." Ye Xuan also showed a hint of surprise. He knew that not only did Yang Hall have the Nine Heavens Thunder Scripture, but the other three Halls also each possessed their own mighty and rare Heavenly Grade martial arts. Although not as powerful as the Nine Heavens Thunder Scripture, these techniques were still formidable and a bit easier to master. This True Lunar Scripture was indeed the hallmark martial art of Yin Hall. "True Lunar Scripture, Xuanyin Flying Snow!" Coldness filled her clear eyes. With this strike, Ling Qianxue transformed even more into an Ice and Snow Fairy, under whose sword the entire stage seemed enveloped by descending snowflakes shredding the air, harshly covering Leng Ruofeng. The Sword Qi was like a blizzard, and once it descended, it was terrifyingly formidable. Most of the disciples outside the stage turned quite pale, sensing the destructive force within the storm-like sword move. If this sword were to strike them, their bodies would likely become a pile of broken flesh, leaving no part intact. In the hands of Ling Qianxue, the True Lunar Scripture was terrifyingly powerful! Seeing the violent Sword Qi sweeping down from mid-air, Leng Ruofeng’s expression changed drastically, then his aura burst forth explosively, his hands swiftly brought together after plunging his sword into the ground in front of him, unleashing equally ferocious force from within him! "Another hallmark technique?" Ye Xuan’s pupils tightened, sensing an extremely dangerous aura from Leng Ruofeng. This martial art was as fierce as Ling Qianxue’s True Lunar Scripture. "Two Instruments Scripture, Rules of Heaven and Earth!" After gathering momentum, Leng Ruofeng’s robe fluttered dramatically as he viciously slashed with the black sword in his hand, and at the same time, his figure moved, generating an astonishing Light Sword more than thirty feet long from the black sword, moving upwards to meet Ling Qianxue’s offensive. The two terrifying attacks carried fearsome power and collided under the watchful eyes of countless spectators! Bang! Bang! Bang! At the moment of impact, it seemed as though the heaven and earth trembled, the fierce sword light sweeping across the entire stage, shattering the stone tiles. Those disciples who were watching from nearby hastily retreated, fearing that they might accidentally get involved and end up severely wounded. The whole stage was engulfed in light, eroding everything, obscuring the view of the inside. "Has a winner been determined?" Unable to see the clear details of the battle scene for a moment, Xiang Qing asked urgently. "Not yet." Next to him, Ye Xuan’s gaze was sharp, seemingly able to pierce through the lingering aftermath and dust, magnifying the blurry scene of the two figures interlocked in combat within his pupils. Hiss... The great sword carried an astonishing killing intent as it lunged forward. Leng Ruofeng’s malevolent aura reached its peak, targeting directly at Ling Qianxue’s throat in a fierce and deadly strike. However, at the base of his hand, streaks of fresh blood were visible, clearly, in the clash of the two great techniques just before, Leng Ruofeng was slightly inferior. This was not to say that the Two Instruments Scripture was less powerful than the True Lunar Scripture, but because Ling Qianxue, with her insight, had already mastered the True Lunar Scripture to the Fourth Level, whereas Leng Ruofeng’s Two Instruments Scripture had only just reached the Second Level—a significant difference. Sensing the danger from behind, Ling Qianxue appeared to have eyes on her back as her right hand wielding the Soft Sword quickly thrust out, striking like a purple light snake, targeting Leng Ruofeng’s vital chest area. At the same time, her left hand rapidly formed a Sealing, with her True Qi swiftly condensing into an extremely cold Light Seal, her entire hand seeming covered in ice, meeting the pressing Sword Qi head on. Multi-tasking, integrated into one realm! Upon seeing this scene, Ye Xuan’s mouth slightly curled upwards in a smirk. Ling Qianxue had truly earned her title as a Heavenly Grade disciple. To comprehend such an integrated realm solely through her own abilities marked her as a true Martial Arts prodigy. Simple multitasking, even managing three tasks at once, did not equate to being completely integrated. The so-called integration necessarily resonated between martial arts, achieving a perfect combination and subsequently unleashing an invisible major Martial Arts trend. Originally, Ye Xuan had triggered a significant Martial Arts trend, and now Ling Qianxue had undoubtedly reached this level too. Bang! The Sword Qi was intercepted by the Handprint, but Ling Qianxue’s Soft Sword precisely struck Leng Ruofeng in the chest. Victory and defeat had been determined in the blink of an eye. "What a pity." Watching this scene unfold, Ye Xuan couldn’t help but shake his head and sigh. "What’s a pity? Did Senior Sister Ling lose?" During the crucial moment of the battle, what seemed like a long time was, in reality, just a split second where victory and defeat were decided. However, most of the people in the square did not catch sight of the battle scene. Hearing Ye Xuan say this, Xiang Qing hastily asked. "I feel bad for Leng Ruofeng." Ye Xuan still looked somewhat regretful. "This person has an admirable temperament. He might have won this battle; it’s just too bad he made a slight misstep and fell just short." "Come on, Ye Xuan, everyone was secretly rooting for Senior Sister Ling, why do you have to go against the grain? That Leng Ruofeng is a madman. Do you really feel sorry for him?" Xiang Qing gave Ye Xuan a sidelong glance, almost glaring, unable to understand why he would sympathize with a battle maniac instead of supporting the Goddess. "This is a martial arts competition; winning isn’t necessarily a good thing. In my view, it would have been better for Ling Qianxue to lose this match, perhaps it could have spurred greater improvement." Ye Xuan smiled and shook his head. By losing, given Ling Qianxue’s pride, she would have certainly recognized her weaknesses and fiercely worked to overcome them. However, by winning, it becomes challenging to still acknowledge those seemingly insignificant flaws under the mindset of a victor, often leading to potential risks when facing life and death challenges later, where those weaknesses could become fatal exploitations by the enemy. "Fine, whatever you say is right." Xiang Qing didn’t bother to argue with Ye Xuan anymore. The latter’s profound reasonings were too different from those of ordinary people, and if he tried to debate, he certainly wouldn’t stand a chance against Ye Xuan. After a while, the situation on the stage became clear. Leng Ruofeng, holding his chest wound, was seriously injured, while Ling Qianxue only suffered a minor superficial injury. The outcome was clear. "You gave me grace, Brother Leng." After the fight ended, Ling Qianxue also breathed a sigh of relief. Battling with Leng Ruofeng had every nerve in her body taut. Winning this fight was indeed no easy task. "No need for more words; I was not as skilled. Next time, I will challenge you again." Leng Ruofeng’s eyes were calm, apparently unbothered by defeat, having long come to terms with the outcomes of victories and defeats. Though he might lose more often than not in friendly spars, the number of those who have died at his hands in battles to the death were countless. Hearing this, Ling Qianxue couldn’t help but give a bitter smile. Leng Ruofeng was truly a battle fanatic. If she took him lightly, she might indeed lose to him one day, but defeating her was no simple task. "Ling Qianxue wins!" At that moment, the disciple officiating the competition on the platform declared the result, marking the end of the contest. Yet, many disciples below the platform still felt unsatisfied, crying out that it wasn’t enough. Many hadn’t even seen the details of the final fight before victory and defeat had been determined. "The show’s over, let’s go back." Ye Xuan glanced at the two leaving the platform and then called to Xiang Qing, turning to leave. The fight was indeed spectacular; both were among the top talents of the Tiannan Region. Witnessing such a duel occasionally provided new insights. "Hey kid, stop right there!" Just as Ye Xuan had taken a few steps, a voice like thunder suddenly bellowed from behind, forcing Ye Xuan to stop and turn around. On the platform stood a young man in a green robe, his sharp eyes fixed precisely on him. "Me?" Ye Xuan was somewhat bewildered, wondering where this aggressive stranger had come from. But when he saw Wen Ziyu not far away, grinning maliciously at him, he instantly understood that this guy had likely come to challenge him. "That’s right, it’s you, Ye Xuan." The green-robed youth held his sword and looked down at Ye Xuan disdainfully, then his arrogant voice echoed across the square. "I, Wan Luo, a disciple of the Yin Hall, now formally challenge you. Kid, do you have the courage to accept?" As these words fell, the crowd that was originally preparing to leave instantly halted and their eyes lit up, anticipating another exciting fight to unfold.