Chapter 59 - 59 58 Mystic Fire Sword vs Thunder God's Fury

59: Chapter 58 Mystic Fire Sword vs Thunder God’s Fury 59: Chapter 58 Mystic Fire Sword vs Thunder God’s Fury “Dying under this move, you can hold your head high!” Jiang Yulong said coldly, placing his longsword horizontally across his chest, his left hand arching in the air. Suddenly, his normally colored palm turned fiery red. He gently brushed the sword body, and instantly, the entire longsword seemed to come to life, turning extremely dark red. This series of actions was very slow, and after he completed them, his face took on an unnatural pallor. The longsword was as red as blood, emitting a heart-trembling pulse. The terrifyingly high temperature was now twice as high as before, blurring the very air near it. Drip-drop! With a light swing of his longsword, the dark red flames, like liquid, spilled a few drops onto the ground, immediately burning through the surface and rapidly spreading outward. A droplet, the size of a water bead, could burn away all the green stone slabs within several yards. Lin Xuan’s pupils shrank slightly as he felt a deadly threat coming from the longsword. Clenching the dark red great sword in his hand, Lin Xuan prepared to summon all his strength for the battle. “Don’t bother wasting your effort, even a Seventh Rank Spirit Warrior of the Mystical Realm couldn’t withstand this move.” Jiang Yulong’s voice was weary, but there was a hint of excitement mixed within, “Although it comes at a great cost, taking you down is worth it!” “Mystic Fire Sword!” A deep voice resounded, the dark red longsword brandishing a dazzling red glare, forming a thirty-foot-long Sword Qi. The mere aftermath had shaved off a foot from the ground. That mass of Sword Qi was as blinding as the sun, forcing the crowd to squint, unable to look directly at it. Feeling the threat of this strike, Lin Xuan furiously channeled his Spiritual Power, golden Spiritual Power attaching to the edge of the sword. Fine arcs of electricity flashed continuously, and Lin Xuan himself was also covered in golden thunder, looking like the Thunder God had descended. The Thunder Sword in his hand struck out as swiftly as lightning. “Thunder God’s Fury!” Above the arena, a flash of golden light was seen, followed by a roaring blast. Half of the arena was covered in an Energy Shield that rapidly expanded outward. Countless rocks were thrown into the air, the airflow stirred violently, forming gusts of wind that flung the debris in all directions, with many stones flying towards the spectator stands. Disciples in the front rows retreated reflexively as the rocks hit the stone steps, leaving behind numerous pits. The disciples at the front were shaken and dared not move any closer. “Damn, even the mere residual power is so formidable; are these two even human?” “I bet even the Inner Sect Disciples are no better, right?” “Why do I feel like they’ve surpassed most of the Inner Sect Disciples already? Truly monstrous!” The disciples buzzed with discussions, tones filled with envy. “I wonder what the situation is like inside? Lin Xuan is really surprising, though!” “Yes, no matter the outcome, Lin Xuan is the real dark horse of this selection competition!” “Do you think Lin Xuan might turn defeat into victory? I’m actually looking forward to it…” Above the arena, the dust lingered, obscuring the view of what had happened as the crowd could only speculate from below. Duan Fei stared at the arena, his brow slightly furrowed. He turned to look at Shangguan Liuyun and asked, “What do you think?” “The golden lightning that enveloped Lin Xuan at the end seems to be Thunder attribute Spiritual Power, so the outcome is hard to predict,” Shangguan Liuyun said solemnly. “Thunder attribute?” Duan Fei murmured, “That’s indeed a rare type of Spiritual Power. But why didn’t he use the ‘Outer Heaven Flying Star’ move?” It wasn’t just the disciples who were guessing; even the elders in the golden stands were so shocked they were tugging at their beards, eyes wide and aged. “He possesses Thunder attribute? Who is this youth? Such a devil!” Elder Li exclaimed in astonishment. It was already rare for an Outer Disciple to cultivate an attribute, and now the appearance of the violent Thunder attribute had surfaced; how could he not be surprised? “Hehe, this little guy, really is surprising!” Elder Fang chuckled, stroking his beard. S~eaʀᴄh the NovelFire.net* website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. “Old Fang, you know him?” a group of elders turned to look at Elder Fang. On the Arena, the dust finally cleared to reveal two figures. “Quick, look, the result is coming!” Everyone’s eyes widened in anticipation. The referee responsible for the match waved his sleeves, creating a gust of wind that blew away any remaining dust. At last, the figures of the two young men became clear in front of everyone. Both youths, one on the left and one on the right, stood erect. The one on the left was Jiang Yulong in a white physician’s robe, his eyes full of arrogance; while on the right, Lin Xuan in black, his handsome face void of expression. “Hahahaha!” Jiang Yulong suddenly laughed heartily towards the sky. “Oh no, could it be that Jiang Yulong has won?” Seeing this, Tang Yu, Yin Qingyi, and the others all changed their expressions dramatically. “I didn’t expect you’d be able to take that move…” Jiang Yulong’s body suddenly leaned back as he spat out a large amount of blood and fell straight down. “Brother Jiang!” The disciples of the Divine Power Group rushed onto the stage, holding Jiang Yulong with panic in their faces, unable to believe that the pillar of the Divine Power Group’s Outer Door could lose, and to such a newly-emerged youth at that. “Take him away, his life isn’t in danger; he’s just injured.” The referee’s words put the Divine Power Group’s disciples’ minds at ease. They glared fiercely at Lin Xuan and quickly carried Jiang Yulong off the Arena. “Young man, you’ve done well.” The square-faced middle-aged referee suddenly said to Lin Xuan, “You have strength and judiciousness. The future of Xuantian Sect relies on disciples like you.” Lin Xuan respectfully saluted the square-faced referee, then slowly walked down the stage. The moment he had thrust at Jiang Yulong, a voice had sounded in his ear, telling Lin Xuan that he needed only to secure victory and not to deliver a killing blow; thus, he withdrew a third of his strength at the last moment. Otherwise, Jiang Yulong might already be dead. Lin Xuan and Jiang Yulong were both youthful geniuses; the sect didn’t want to lose such disciples. This is why the square-faced referee had admonished him. When Lin Xuan stepped down from the Arena, his name resounded throughout the Martial Arts Arena. The ordinary disciples had taken him as their idol, cheering nonstop with earth-shaking enthusiasm. Even Lin Xuan’s experiences had spread among these disciples, who learned how three months before he had participated in the Outer Door assessment as a Sword Slave, successfully entering the Outer Door of Xuantian Sect. And now in just three months, he had grown from a lowly Sword Slave to a genius disciple who could defeat one of the Outer Four Masters; this remarkable transformation deeply impacted these youths. Unbeknownst to Lin Xuan, his deeds were gradually becoming legendary among the Outer Disciples, many of whom took him as their goal and cultivated fiercely. After the celebration, the disciples were deeply excited, and finally, the ultimate final match was upon them. Who would win the championship in the end? “Thirty minutes later, the final begins!” The square-faced referee announced loudly. Everyone knew this was to give Lin Xuan time to recover, and they all waited patiently. Lin Xuan sat cross-legged on the ground, the Longevity Technique rapidly circulating within him, swiftly restoring the Spiritual Power he had expended, even his wounds quickly healing. The power of the Longevity Technique finally manifested at this moment; his originally depleted body quickly filled with life again, his injuries healed, and Lin Xuan’s strength was swiftly returning. After thirty minutes, he opened his eyes.