txolops Chapter 83: Crushing the Flying Sword with Two Fingers!
Chapter 83: Crushing the Flying Sword with Two Fingers!
The longsword, chilled to the bone, left afterimages in the air.
The crackling and popping sounds of the gas explosions were deafening.
It carried a sharp wind capable of cutting through steel plates.
It pierced straight at Lu Jingchen's face.
The audience held their breath instantly.
Everyone craned their necks, their hearts pounding in their throats.
Everyone knows that this sword strike is Ghost Hand Seven's trump card.
Even a half-step grandmaster would die on the spot if hit by this.
As a result, Lu Jingchen remained expressionless, not even lifting his eyelids.
He calmly extended two slender fingers.
A close-up shot reveals two fingers positioned precisely on the screen.
It firmly clamped the sword blade that was thrusting at high speed.
The longsword hummed and trembled wildly between his fingers.
The blade trembled so much it almost bent, yet it couldn't advance an inch.
The audience was stunned; their eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.
His face was filled with horror, as if he had seen a living ghost.
"Holy crap??? Using your fingers to hold a flying sword???"
"Is this even a human thing to do? This guy's totally cheating!"
"I'm stunned! What kind of monster is this kid?!"
Ghost Hand Seven stood opposite, cold sweat streaming down his face.
He froze on the spot, his face filled with terror.
Ghost Hand Seven (his voice trembled like a leaf, his throat was cracking):
"How is this possible?! How could you catch my flying sword with your bare hands?"
"This is my natal sword, forged over ten years! Absolutely impossible!"
Lu Jingchen didn't bother with him at all and suddenly exerted force with two fingers.
With a sharp crack, the sound was clearly audible to everyone in the venue.
The longsword, forged from refined steel, shattered into pieces on the spot.
It shattered into pieces of iron, like shards of glass.
With a slight flick of his wrist, Lu Jingchen sent the broken sword fragments instantly transforming into streaks of cold light.
Like a bullet, it flew backwards towards Ghost Hand Seven's throat.
Its speed was so fast that it left only a blur, giving Ghost Hand Seven no chance to dodge.
Ghost Hand Seven's pupils shrank instantly, and his face turned as white as paper.
Despair filled my eyes, and I stood there, unable to move.
He knew perfectly well that if he were to get hit, he would be riddled with holes on the spot.
They couldn't even leave behind a complete corpse.
At this critical moment, a figure appeared like lightning.
He instantly appeared on the arena, his wide Taoist robe billowing out in a flash.
A series of crisp, tinkling sounds rang out, like raindrops.
He deflected all the flying fragments of broken sword.
It was driven deep into the surrounding stone slabs, creating small pits.
Master Xuanyang stood there with his hands behind his back, steadily blocking Ghost Hand Seven.
His aura instantly spread out, silencing the entire room.
Ghost Hand Seven, as if he had been given a second chance at life, was bent over, panting heavily.
My calves were trembling, and I almost collapsed to the ground.
Ghost Hand Seven (a survivor, his voice trembling with tears):
"Many thanks to Master Xuanyang! Many thanks to you for saving my life!"
"If it weren't for you, I would be dead today! I can't thank you enough!"
The entire room erupted in chaos; everyone looked at each other in disbelief.
Completely bewildered and confused, a flood of whispers and murmurs arose.
Passerby A (looking puzzled, whispering to the person next to him):
"That's strange, the competition isn't over yet, is it?"
"Isn't it a bit against the rules for Master Xuanyang to interfere halfway through?"
Passerby B turned pale on the spot and quickly covered his mouth with his hand.
He shushed her, lowering his voice even further:
"Keep your voice down! Are you out of your mind? That's Master Xuanyang!"
"He's the referee, he sets the rules, what are you yelling about!"
Chu Hongyuan stared intently at the situation on the arena.
His face, which had been flushed with excitement, instantly fell flat.
The tightly clenched fists loosened weakly.
He looked like a deflated balloon, all listless and dispirited.
Chu Hongyuan (sighed helplessly, his voice full of frustration):
"It's over, looks like there's no hope."
"I'm afraid I won't be able to avenge my third brother's blood feud from ten years ago."
"Even Master Xuanyang has personally intervened to protect her, what else can be done?"
Jiang Zhenbang, who was standing next to him, also frowned and patted him on the shoulder.
He didn't say much, after all, Xuan Yang Zhenren was someone few people in the entire Jiangnan region dared to offend.
The atmosphere on the stage instantly became tense.
The air felt frozen, and the smell of gunpowder was so strong it seemed like it could explode at any moment.
Master Xuan Yang stood with his hands behind his back, not even turning his head.
He spoke in a detached tone, as if he were giving alms.
Master Xuanyang (His voice was completely calm and resonated throughout the entire venue):
"Alright, let's call this a day."
"At least I've helped you regain the face you lost, Third Brother."
Upon hearing this, Lu Jingchen slowly raised his eyes.
His gaze was as cold as a poisoned steel knife, fixed directly on Xuan Yang Zhenren.
She wasn't afraid at all; Chun Chun didn't take him seriously.
Lu Jingchen (in a cold, emotionless tone):
"This is the first time I've ever seen a referee act like this."
"The rules of this arena are clearly written: either kneel down and admit defeat, or step off the stage sideways."
"There's no such thing as jumping in halfway and stealing the deal, is there?"
Master Xuanyang frowned immediately, his face instantly filled with arrogance.
He looked down at Lu Jingchen as if he were some ignorant junior.
Master Xuanyang (his tone was full of unquestionable domineering authority):
"As I have said, this battle is over. The Bai family of Jiangnan has won."
"What? You disagree with the rules I set?"
Upon hearing this, Lu Jingchen's lips curled into a mocking smile.
He couldn't help but let out a cold laugh, his laughter full of disdain.
Lu Jingchen (with a face full of sarcasm, rebuking without mercy):
"Why should I submit to you? Who do you think you are?"
"Does he really think he's something special? What are you trying to prove with that big shot act?"
The moment those words were spoken, the entire room fell into a deathly silence.
You could hear a pin drop; everyone was stunned.
They all looked at Lu Jingchen in horror, as if he were a madman.
"Holy crap? Is he crazy? How dare he speak to Master Xuanyang like that?"
"Are they courting death? This is a Golden Core stage expert! There are very few people in the entire Jiangnan region who can afford to offend him!"
"This kid really dares to speak his mind! Is he just incredibly skilled and daring?"
Lu Jingchen completely ignored the reactions of the audience.
Instead, he took a step forward, pressing closer and closer, his eyes filled with coldness.
Lu Jingchen (his tone was full of provocation, without the slightest fear):
"What? You don't mean you want to step in and fight me for him?"
"Or are you suggesting that you represent one family in a challenge against the Bai family?"
"It's okay, I don't mind playing another round. If you want to play, I'm all in."
"Don't get involved in this mess and break the rules, then pretend to be all virtuous."
Master Xuan Yang's face instantly darkened to a point where it seemed to drip water.
It looked like the bottom of a frozen, black pot—extremely ugly.
His terrifying Golden Core stage aura suddenly erupted.
Like a tsunami, it crashed down on Lu Jingchen.
The stone slabs of the entire arena began to tremble slightly.
Those standing close to the audience felt overwhelmed by the oppressive aura and retreated repeatedly.
Master Xuan Yang flew into a rage on the spot, his voice booming like thunder, making everyone's ears ring.
Xuan Yang Zhenren (eyes wide open, radiating murderous intent):
"You arrogant brat! Don't think that just because you've entered the Golden Core stage, you can do whatever you want in front of me!"
"Dare to utter another word of arrogance, and don't blame me for taking action, annihilating you on the spot, your very soul destroyed!"
The mountain wind whipped the banners, making them flutter loudly, and everyone present froze in place.
No one dared to utter a sound, not even daring to breathe.
Everyone knew that once those words were spoken, there was no going back.
On one side is a young Golden Core Grandmaster who suddenly appears out of nowhere, and on the other side is the Xuan Yang True Man who has been governing Jiangnan for decades.
This earth-shattering showdown seems unavoidable.