Ling Tian Sword God

Chapter 346: Chapter 345: The Pinnacle Duel _1

Facing Ling Chen’s sword, Young Master Ye merely shifted his figure sideways to dodge the incomparably sharp Sword Light. The Sword Light struck the Dueling Platform, leaving behind a smooth, distinct crack.

”Ling Chen, let me remind you that before this battle, I have never used my full strength. You’ll be the first,” Young Master Ye’s figure, like a phantom, reappeared ten meters from his original position. He looked at Ling Chen, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly. ”So if you can’t hold on, just admit defeat.”

”Rest assured, that situation won’t happen.”

Ling Chen remained impassive. With a flick of his wrist, he swung his sword again, aiming for Young Master Ye’s heart.

With a tap of his feet, Young Master Ye floated backward in retreat. Although Ling Chen’s sword was incredibly fast, he could never touch Young Master Ye, always missing by a hair’s breadth.

”Young Master Ye is about to make his move. This will be his first real attack.”

The young generation below the Dueling Platform felt their hearts pound uncontrollably. Mouths dry and eyes wide, they stared intently, afraid to miss the critical moment.

Below the Dueling Platform, Tian Sha’s face darkened. Strange, why is this guy so forgiving towards Ling Chen? This kid injured me so severely, shouldn’t he avenge me?

”Who knows. You’re familiar with her temper. Maybe she just wants to toy with him,” the blood-pupiled girl replied casually.

Tian Sha’s eyes grew darker. I think she’s taken a liking to this pretty boy! This fight is crucial; it concerns the fate of the Holy Church. If she loses, she’ll be a sinner.

”She won’t lose. The gap is too large.” The blood-pupiled girl shook her head, her expression unchanging. A glint of intensity appeared in her blood-red pupils. ”Unless she wants to lose.”

BANG!

On the Dueling Platform, the fight was reaching its climax, with power bursting to its limit. Young Master Ye unleashed a fist, causing the air to ripple violently.

Night King Fist!

The Dueling Platform shook violently as cracks appeared out of nowhere. The air around Ling Chen’s position distorted. Simultaneously, an immense and domineering Fist Strength, accompanied by Young Master Ye’s kingly aura, shot forward.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

With that single punch, the Dueling Platform, which had endured countless battles with only minor damage, was gouged, forming a trench. The violent Air Energy made the crowd’s scalps tingle.

CLANG!

Ling Chen’s expression was grave. The Lingtian True Qi in his body circulated rapidly. Stomping a foot on the Dueling Platform, he soared into the air. At the same time, he slashed his sword downward from above, infusing all his majestic Sword Intent into the strike.

”Seeing Dragon in the Field!”

A beam of light, half a meter thick, shot out, breaking free from spatial constraints. It raged recklessly in mid-air before slamming into Young Master Ye’s Fist Strength, all while the audience watched in stunned silence.

BOOM!

The air exploded. The terrifying impact created visible, shimmering ripples and formidable Air Energy. The entire Dueling Platform’s floor cracked instantly, sending shattered stones and debris flying. Small, mouth-like fissures appeared at the Dueling Platform’s edge. Through these, residual Air Energy and sword qi rushed out like arm-thick columns of light.

SPLUTTER! SPLUTTER! SPLUTTER!

The younger martial artists closest to the Dueling Platform were swept away by the residual Air Energy and sword qi. They spat blood, severely injured in an instant, some nearly losing limbs.

Everyone was aghast!

”Be careful!” many of the talented youths exclaimed, hastily employing their ultimate defensive techniques and retreating to a safer distance.

So terrifying! We have to use our full strength just to withstand the aftershocks of their Air Energy. The younger generation, sensing the vast gap between themselves and the two on the Dueling Platform, grew even more shocked.

Xu Ruoyan deflected the incoming Air Energy. Her injuries had healed, and she was largely unharmed. Her beautiful eyes were fixed unblinkingly on the two figures on the Dueling Platform—or more precisely, on Ling Chen, who had been astonishing from the very beginning.

However, a hidden worry gnawed at her. This Young Master Ye is simply too inscrutable. Even for Ling Chen, defeating him would likely be incredibly difficult.

”What is this Young Master Ye’s background?” Xu Ruoyan couldn’t help but ask.

”He’s very mysterious. All I know is that he is the Night King’s successor. Few people know his exact origins,” Feng Piaoliu replied from the side.

”The Martial World Congress isn’t overly strict in vetting participants’ identities. As long as they don’t have a Demon Way background and their strength meets the requirements, they can generally participate without much investigation from the organizers.”

Hearing this, Xu Ruoyan frowned slightly. ”I always sense an evil aura from this Young Master Ye, one that doesn’t belong to someone of the Righteous Path.”

”Really?” Feng Piaoliu didn’t seem to give it much thought. Instead, he smiled faintly. ”I don’t get that feeling. Perhaps he isn’t from the Righteous Path, and there’s nothing inherently wrong with him having a bit of an evil aura. You can’t just assume he is one of the Demonic Path Followers based on a feeling.”

Perhaps it’s just my imagination. Xu Ruoyan nodded. It was merely a woman’s intuition, indeed insufficient to prove any connection between Young Master Ye and the Demon Way.

If he were a Demon Way expert, with so many Righteous Path sects present, it would be impossible for them not to know him. Among the Ten Outstanding Talents of the Demon Sect, none were named Young Master Ye.

BOOM!

On the Dueling Platform, their figures intertwined, clashing once more before separating.

Ling Chen and Young Master Ye simultaneously retreated several tens of meters. Their last exchange had an element of probing; it wasn’t their strongest attack.

The champion of the last Grand Assembly is truly formidable. Facing Young Master Ye, Ling Chen felt immense pressure for the first time. If I don’t use my full strength, I might lose. The title ’King of the Younger Generation’ isn’t just empty talk.

”Your Swordsmanship isn’t bad either; it’s extraordinary!” Young Master Ye looked surprised. He had followed many of Ling Chen’s battles. Previously, Ling Chen’s Swordsmanship, though ingenious, was far from its current level. After numerous high-level duels—against Wei Qingyi, Leng Wu Xue, and especially after the fight against Xue Wu Ya—Ling Chen’s Swordsmanship had significantly improved.

This rate of growth was, without a doubt, astounding.

If Ling Chen’s previous Swordsmanship was only at thirty to fifty percent mastery, it had now likely reached seventy percent.

Concealing the surprise in his eyes, a subtle shift occurred in Young Master Ye’s expression. ”Ling Chen, you are indeed an interesting opponent. But that was just a probe. You’ll need to be extremely careful from now on.”

A probe, huh? Interesting! Ling Chen was inwardly surprised. Hearing this, it was impossible not to be; Young Master Ye had no reason to lie. It had to be the truth.

However, this realization made Ling Chen’s blood boil. The Sword Intent emanating from him grew even sharper. He was the type who thrived on strong opponents; the stronger they were, the more his potential was stimulated. Fighting a young King like Young Master Ye, whose strength was unfathomably deep, was truly one of life’s great pleasures.

”What? That was just a probe?”

”He must be lying!”

The initial clash had already shocked everyone. Now, hearing that Young Master Ye had merely been testing his opponent, they exchanged stunned glances, speechless.