Chaos Heavenly Emperor Technique

Chapter 929: Chapter 930: Unyielding Fighting Spirit!

”A City-toppling Sword Xuanyuan Po, Heaven Jealous of All Life, Two Souls Severed!”

Under countless watching gazes, Xuanyuan Pozhen roared, and his figure suddenly launched like a bullet, spinning wildly. His motion stirred rolling evil energy that soared skyward with a single sword strike, as though the Sword God had descended from the west—one sword shattering the void, piercing mountains and rivers.

This strike simultaneously bore the conceptions of ”City-toppling”, ”Heaven’s Jealousy”, and ”Soul-breaking” as if the star river fell, and the world collapsed.

Rumble!

The body of Xuanyuan Pozhen swept up a violent whirlwind midair, the golden sword light danced like countless long whips, carrying overwhelming evil energy, reversing the airflow, scattering the Vigorous Wind, and overwhelmingly sweeping towards Ling Feng.

”Well-come!”

Ling Feng let out a mad roar, pushing the Heavenly Sword Formation to its extreme. The Shifang annihilation in his hand danced wildly, raising an arm to the sky, ferociously clashing against Xuanyuan Pozhen’s Soul-breaking Sword.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The violent Sword Qi almost filled every corner of the Sword Fighting Platform, and again, web-like cracks appeared on the Vigorous Aura Barrier around the platform.

The sound of long swords swinging, the sound of fierce winds shooting, the sound of sword blades clashing, the sound of muscles tearing, and the sound of blood spurting continuously emanated from the Sword Fighting Platform, echoing like a symphony of a storm.

Ling Feng’s body was constantly being lacerated by the sword Qi from Xuanyuan Pozhen’s Soul-breaking Sword, leaving hideous gashes. He couldn’t fully stabilize his steps and was continuously forced to retreat.

Yet, Ling Feng’s eyes kept flashing bright, even as his body was battered by the rain-like Sword Qi, causing blood to splatter wildly. He didn’t even furrow his brow but instead grinned broadly, furiously swinging his long sword.

(PS: Three moves don’t equal three swords—each move is a continuous routine that is considered one move only after completion.)

Fight! Fight! Fight!

Below the Sword Fighting Platform, the shouts and cheers had long fallen silent, everyone was dumbfoundedly watching this incomparably fierce battle on the platform.

The splattering blood drops seemed like blooming Red Lotuses, scorching their eyes.

What does it mean to be unyielding? What is fighting spirit?

At this moment, it seemed as though something was burning within their hearts, and the hot blood within their chests boiled at this instant!

On the platform, the violent sword rain unleashed by Xuanyuan Pozhen’s ”Absolute Heaven Three Forms” was far from over, the fierce Sword Qi still fired down, increasing the wounds on Ling Feng’s body.

The hint of respect also reflected in Xuanyuan Pozhen’s eyes, yet he would not show mercy, as that would insult Ling Feng and his own dignity as a Swordman.

On the opposite side, Ling Feng, battered in the sword rainstorm, had his clothes shredded to pieces, his body covered with large and small wounds, seeping fresh blood. However, the terrifying recovery power of the Eight Desolate Body Forging Technique quickly formed scabs, making it appear filled with sinister and horrifying scars, appallingly so.

”My god, there must be at least a hundred wounds on Ling Feng’s body! Can he still hold on?”

”The wound under his left rib even pierced straight through his body! It’s terrifying!”

”This is a real man! A true Martial Artist!”

Among the contestants, Goo Tengfeng clenched his fist tightly. This battle was too brutal, could it still be that they cannot defeat the legendary invincible Royal Sword Team?

Xue Xiaolin turned her head away, unable to bear watching the scene on the platform any longer.

Lin Xian’er, Qin Wanwan, Ouyang Jing, Wang Yishan, Lio Yunfei...

Everyone ceased their cheers, staring fixedly at the platform—if this situation continued, Ling Feng might truly die on that Sword Fighting Platform!

In the Central Courtyard Sword Team’s camp, everyone was also deeply furrowing their brows, even Ling Feng had fallen into such a desperate situation.

The Sky Peak Sword Team, completely out of hope!

Especially Yue Yunlan, clutching her fists so tightly that her nails pierced into her palms without her even realizing it, she no longer dared to hope for any miracle, only praying that Ling Feng could walk off the platform alive.

”Grandfather! What should we do now?”

Deng Yongshi, who previously felt excited about Ling Feng’s Hundred Meridians, couldn’t have imagined that Xuanyuan Pozhen’s final move would be so terrifying, forcefully suppressing Ling Feng’s terrifying aura of the Hundred Meridian Limit.

”This boy...”

Elder Deng squinted his eyes and said in a deep voice, ”If he doesn’t give up, the competition won’t end. Alas, he’s still too young. If given even just another half year, he could surely defeat this Xuanyuan Pozhen head-on! But now, alas... hope dims!”

Among the crowd, Yan Cangtian’s heart too was suspended. Ling Feng had even unlocked the hundredth meridian, yet Xuanyuan Pozhen’s strength proved to be this terrifying.

”Ling Feng, have you truly reached your limit?”

Yan Cangtian stared fixedly at Ling Feng’s back, whether to win or to lose, he did not wish for Ling Feng to pay with his life for this competition.

....

On the Sword Fighting Platform.

Ling Feng’s hair danced wildly, majestic and unparalleled, as he tore off the tattered robe clinging to his body, standing shirtless. His well-defined muscular body showed unprecedented visual impact under the twilight glow, while those large and small scars added a shocking feeling to it.

No matter how the sword rain baptized him, Ling Feng stood proudly, continuously swinging the long sword, with a hint of bright light flickering in his eyes. In his confrontation with Xuanyuan Pozhen, he seemed to have caught onto something, a thread of understanding becoming clearer in his mind.

However, the wounds on his body also grew more numerous and deeper, truly dreadful to behold.

”Endure! Restrain! We must believe in him!” Gong Cheng once again held back Mu Qianxue from intervening, saying in a deep voice, ”Junior Sister Mu, your role is the most crucial—now, we must believe in Ling Feng!”

Gong Cheng clenched his fist tightly, hating his own powerlessness for not being able to fight alongside Ling Feng and the others.

But he had to be the calmest one of them all—only this way could they seize a chance of victory.

”Big Brother!”

”Ling Feng!”

Jiang Xiaofan and Lee Bufan seeing Ling Feng’s dire state, couldn’t help but shout lowly, but soon, their opponents once again came to attack.

”Hahaha, you still have the mind to care for others? Just die already!”

Lonely Wolf’s figure approached like lightning. Without the sword, Jiang Xiaofan was like a tiger without teeth, easily overpowered.

Similarly, Lee Bufan, in facing the increasingly fierce Yaan Jinghong, also began to struggle.

The Wind and Thunder Left Arm placed too much burden on him, after all.

”Kezezeze...”

Yaan Jinghong’s expression twisted grotesquely, like a fierce evil ghost, ”So what if he’s a genius, so what if he’s monstrous—today, he’ll die here!”

Numerous frost-storms descended, Lee Bufan could barely dodge continually using the speed of the Heavenly Thunder Explosive Step, his eyes fixated on Yaan Jinghong, a trace of resolve flashing through them: he couldn’t hope for others to break the situation and must fight with his back against the wall!