Ling Tian Sword God

A streak of Sword Light grazed Luo Yutang’s face, leaving a trail of blood. However, he didn’t even blink; instead, he stuck out his tongue and licked the blood, a fierce look on his face.

BANG!

Luo Yutang’s figure darted forward once more, his iron fists carving brutal arcs through the air, aimed at Ling Chen’s vital spots. His attacks were the polar opposite of Ling Chen’s—brutal and savage, with blindingly fast punches that were incredibly difficult to guard against.

Facing Luo Yutang’s ferocious assault, Ling Chen’s attacks were comparatively lighter. He fully mobilized the sharp True Qi within him, his three-foot-long blade erupting with surging Sword Light as he clashed head-on with Luo Yutang.

The two figures moved like phantoms, weaving across the stage. Their swords met, sending sparks flying. The scattered sword qi tore the stage to shreds.

All eyes were fixed on the two phantom-like figures. The piercing, ferocious sword qi radiating from the clash made many onlookers’ scalps tingle. They knew that if they were in the fighters’ place, they would have been diced to pieces by that sword qi.

”Such fearsome sword qi,” Shen Qianlang, Luo Xian’er, and the others watched the stage with shock etched on their faces, gasping in amazement.

Many Hanmei Villa Disciples had gathered in the front courtyard by this time. They watched the battle before them, equally stunned. They all knew that the man wielding the Iron Fist was the famous ”Iron Hand Yama” Luo Yutang. The other, Ling Chen, though not as famous, had previously defeated Senior Sister Miaoyin and the others. His strength was not to be underestimated.

The clash between them was indeed incredibly fierce.

”Luo Yutang’s strength is truly formidable. Fortunately, Ling Chen can temporarily contend with him. Master, who do you think has a better chance of winning this match?” Xuan Yu asked Mei Fangzhi, who was beside her.

Mei Fangzhi frowned slightly and shook his head, offering no conclusion. However, a hint of worry lurked deep in his eyes.

The situation on the stage is indeed evenly matched, he thought. Ling Chen’s demonstrated strength isn’t inferior to Luo Yutang’s, and his offense and defense are nearly perfect. Yet, compared to Luo Yutang, he lacks a certain ruthlessness. Luo Yutang, true to his moniker ’Iron Hand Yama,’ fights with an all-or-nothing ferocity. Such men, like cornered beasts, know best how to trade small sacrifices for significant gains. In duels between experts, if one’s momentum is even slightly suppressed by the opponent, they can fall into a complete disadvantage, perhaps even revealing an opening for a fatal blow. If Luo Yutang finds such an opening, Ling Chen will be in peril.

Just as Mei Fangzhi was considering this, Ling Chen retreated, exposing an obvious flaw.

Opportunity! Luo Yutang’s eyes lit up. He would not miss such a chance. He suddenly threw a heavy punch, trying to defeat Ling Chen in one fell swoop.

This is bad! Mei Fangzhi thought, his heart sinking as Luo Yutang seized the opening Ling Chen had revealed and launched a thunderous strike.

SWOOSH!

However, Luo Yutang’s incredibly heavy fist merely grazed Ling Chen’s side, not harming him in the slightest. Ling Chen, however, seized the moment to counterattack, thrusting his sword at an opening Luo Yutang had carelessly exposed.

This kid deliberately showed that opening! Luo Yutang’s attack missed. Ling Chen instantly turned defense into offense, and Luo Yutang’s expression changed. Ling Chen intentionally used a feint to trick me! This kid is too cunning!

Shocked and enraged, Luo Yutang reflexively punched at Ling Chen’s incoming sword.

CLANG!

Dazzling sparks erupted. The impact sent Luo Yutang staggering backward uncontrollably.

What terrifying Sword Energy! he thought. Even though he wore black gauntlets, his entire left arm went numb.

WHOOSH!

Ling Chen gave chase. Leaping into the air, he thrust his sword, executing a technique from the fastest level of his Speed Sword Domain. An unending stream of sword qi followed, and rings of vacuum halos appeared around the sword’s tip. This was a phenomenon caused by the sword’s extreme speed as it repeatedly pierced the air.

”GET LOST!” Luo Yutang roared, raising his right hand and swinging the black gauntlet fiercely.

SHINK!

Although the power of the Speed Sword Domain couldn’t match his previous Eight Wastes Fire Dragon, its technique was superior. As the sword thrust out, the sword qi seemed to form its own domain, layer upon layer, spreading everywhere and making it incredibly difficult to defend against. The Red Sky Sword grazed the gauntlet, sending brilliant sparks flying. The blade struck Luo Yutang’s shoulder, Sword Light piercing through.

It veered off target! Ling Chen frowned. That strike was meant for Luo Yutang’s chest. Since his opponent clearly wasn’t planning to be gentle, Ling Chen had no intention of being polite either. Piercing his chest would have left him bedridden for months, forced to crawl out of Hanmei Villa in disgrace, never daring to cause trouble again.

The shoulder wound left Luo Yutang stunned. He seemed unable to believe he’d been injured—and by a young man nearly ten years his junior, no less. Moreover, he was a Disciple of the Capture God, of noble birth, famous throughout the Jianghu. For him, this injury was like a bolt from the blue.

Not bad, Mei Fangzhi, who had been immersed in the Sword Way for decades, inwardly praised. The power of this strike isn’t overwhelming, but its speed has reached a new Realm. Furthermore, the ingenuity of the move makes the blade seem even faster than it is, making it impossible to defend against effectively.

Bastard! Luo Yutang’s eyes turned crimson, like those of a frenzied beast eager to retaliate.

CLANG!

But Ling Chen was faster. He struck the lower part of the gauntlet with his sword, a clever application of force that numbed Luo Yutang’s right arm and threw his entire body off balance. He thrashed about like a wild beast, unable to land a single blow on Ling Chen.

A kick sent Luo Yutang flying back over a hundred meters. Ling Chen landed lightly on a nearby willow tree.

”Amazing! He’s beating Luo Yutang so badly he can’t even fight back!” Shen Qianlang watched, utterly dazzled and speechless. Ling Chen’s Swordsmanship was captivating; his movements were as light as a swallow, his sword strikes like rainbows. In contrast, Luo Yutang seemed like a clumsy tiger. Despite his astonishing power and agile physique, Ling Chen completely suppressed him.

This guy... he was hiding his true strength too well, Xuan Yu murmured in surprise. Although she knew Ling Chen was strong, she hadn’t expected him to be Luo Yutang’s match, much less capable of suppressing him to this degree.

That’s Brother Ling Chen for you. We can never fathom his limits, Luo Xian’er thought, a strange light flickering in her beautiful eyes. She had always felt that even though she was often by Ling Chen’s side, he seemed shrouded in a cloak of mystery, one she couldn’t see through.

”The outcome of this match is already decided,” Shen Qianlang said, his tense expression finally relaxing.

”Not so fast. Luo Yutang is stronger than this,” Xuan Yu replied, shaking her head. ”Although I’ve never fought him, I know he possesses a powerful martial art called the Yama Golden Body. He hasn’t used it yet, which means he isn’t fighting with his full strength. Now that Ling Chen has pushed him this hard, he probably won’t keep that trump card hidden any longer.”