Global Game: My Divine Skills Reach Full Level Automatically

Chapter 297: Chapter 297: Ding Ling vs. Tian Boguang

”I think my martial arts are definitely better than yours.”

Ding Ling suddenly struck with his palm, slapping towards Tian Boguang.

”Hahaha...”

Tian Boguang laughed heartily, his voice resounding in all directions:

”Alright, alright, let me see what tricks you have!”

Before the sound had fallen.

Tian Boguang’s eyes flickered with a fierce gleam, his hand moved like lightning, suddenly grabbing the saber hilt, clang!

The blade unsheathed, turning into a ribbon, and cut heavily towards Ding Ling’s palm!

This strike was as swift as light, the attack like a waterfall crashing down.

If even slightly unguarded, it would hit.

Ding Ling’s hand would definitely be ruined.

The nun seemed to discern the situation, unable to refrain from exclaiming ’Careful!’

Lin Pingzhi looked on, feeling a chill in his heart, somewhat worried.

Nearby spectators, travelers on both sides of the upper floors, guests couldn’t help but turn their eyes to watch.

Bang bang!

Ding Ling’s palm flew swift as forest leaves, with each strike falling, it seemed as if a great mountain pressed down to the ground, yet this Palm Force was extremely clever and swift!

He could often attack Tian Boguang from incredible angles.

The two exchanged no less than ten moves in a blink of an eye!

Each move collided with shadow and blade, issuing a loud bang.

After ten moves.

Ding Ling stood firm as a mountain.

Tian Boguang was shaken till his hand went numb, unable to resist leaping back a few steps, looking at Ding Ling with a solemn expression:

”Who are you? What was that palm technique you just used? Why is it so fierce?!”

”Hehe.”

Ding Ling chuckled, drawing the Giant Que Sword from his back, the sword tip pointed directly at Tian Boguang:

”If you want to know who I am, once I defeat you, I will tell you!”

Ding Ling is no longer who he used to be.

After a series of power improvements.

He now far surpasses his clash with Yu Canghai, and after some encounters with Bai Wushuang, his confidence has soared. Although he admits he cannot sweep across the world, there aren’t many who can stop him.

Now with Tian Boguang, this filthy thief, before him, how could Ding Ling hold back?

Without waiting for Tian Boguang to reply.

Dawn Swordsmanship!

Qing Frost Swordsmanship!

Moon Shadow Swordsmanship!

Pine Wind Swordsmanship!

All kinds of extraordinary and magical sword techniques were effortlessly mastered by Ding Ling, with each move and stroke being extraordinary.

Yet when the Floral Sword Map flickered through the void, upon closer look, it was as if a crescent moon fell to the earth.

Tian Boguang was greatly shocked, instinctively wanted to flee, but couldn’t bear to leave the nun at the inn and the Great Medicine being prepared in the kitchen. More crucially, Ding Ling’s sword tip pointed directly at his vital spot; if he fled blindly, he’d likely be stabbed fatally and die on the spot.

Thinking of this.

Tian Boguang yelled, channeling all his inner strength, infusing into his blade, deploying the Gale Blade Technique, each strike swift as lightning, accompanied by endless gales, chopping heavily towards Ding Ling’s head.

Clang!

Clang clang clang!

A saber and a sword soon clashed together!

Both weapons moved so fast their blades were barely visible, even those skilled found it dizzying, while less adept spectators found continued viewing unsettling and nauseating.

Clang clang clang!

The clash of weapons filled the inn with resounding clinks!

From the high second floor, a scholarly middle-aged man accompanied by a jade-like beautiful young girl intently observed this battle.

As he watched.

He saw a sword floating like an immortal, sometimes casting a hellish shadow across the world, sometimes like a hidden fire of rampant blaze, secretly perturbed, for he discerned Ding Ling’s sword technique seemed to contain the battlefield prowess of spear skill, and each was mastered to the level of mastery.

’Remarkable.’

He internally praised.

The young girl beside him didn’t understand.

She only saw sword shadows and flashes of the blade through the sky; within moments, Tian Boguang had already lost several fingers, his swift blade dropping to the ground.

Unable to resist standing up in delight, she cheered loudly.

The girl knew no taste of sorrow, only knowing Tian Boguang’s notorious name as the filthy thief, and with someone eliminating him, how could she resist clapping and cheering?

All the onlookers turned pale, for the first time truly scrutinizing this young Ding Ling.

Yet Ding Ling paid no heed to the travelers and guests around, instead twisting the sword point, resting on Tian Boguang’s neck, indifferently demanding:

”Where is the Great Medicine?”

Tian Boguang’s face turned ash-gray, looking at Ding Ling in shocked terror.

Just because his swift blade couldn’t keep up with Ding Ling’s swift sword, totally overwhelmed!

In this world, there actually exists someone faster than his blade!

Moreover, still so much younger than him.

His heart was momentarily filled with discouragement, frustration, and despair, even forgetting the pain of severed fingers.

Once hearing Ding Ling’s voice.

He seemed to snap back to senses, inadvertently breathing in pain sharply.

Staring at his severed fingers, his face turned pale and bitterly smiled:

”The Great Medicine is one-third simmering in the kitchen. The remaining two-thirds is hidden in my bundle. That bundle is...”

He didn’t conceal it, speaking frankly.

Ding Ling signaled the Squad Leader to check.

The Squad Leader paused, then turned urgently. At this moment, he revered Ding Ling’s words like a Holy Decree, never imagining the renowned Ten Thousand Miles Solo, Tian Boguang, could be so easily defeated by Ding Ling! So formidable!

Not long after.

The Squad Leader hurried back, now carrying a bundle.

Inside hidden with numerous Great Medicine.

Ding Ling breathed a sigh of relief. With the Great Medicine safe, he could bring it back to use.

”Wh-whose honorable name?”

Tian Boguang held back the pain and asked.

”Ding Ling.”

”Ding Ling?!”

Tian Boguang seemed confused:

”Such a familiar name.”

It seemed he had certainly heard of some stories about Ding Ling from some players, although his focus was on the nun, momentarily forgetting was normal.

He just said:

”Now that the Great Medicine is returned and I am injured, can we consider this settled?”

”You’re fooling yourself.”

Ding Ling swiftly drew his sword.

Clang!

A slash right through Tian Boguang’s crotch!

Upon further look.

Blood was already pouring from below Tian Boguang.

He seemed to realize something, unable to resist crying in anguish.

”Hiss!”

The spectators, particularly the men, instinctively clutched below, breath sharply drawn as if sharing the pain.

”Doesn’t it seem excessive to push so hard, Sir?”

A loud voice suddenly called from the doorway.

The nun’s body trembled, following the sound, seeing a slick, unrestrained figure, exclaiming:

”Brother Linghu!”

”Yilin.”

Brother Linghu holding a sharp sword, smiled gently at the nun:

”I’m glad you’re alright.”

Yilin blushed slightly, bowing her head.

But soon.

She seemed to recall something, involuntarily glancing at Ding Ling.

This suddenly appeared handsome man.