Ling Tian Sword God

Chapter 1383: Chapter 1382: Instant Kill

In the instant Fengjian Hayato drew his samurai sword, it seemed as though a layer of gusting wind surged on the blade, this layer enveloping the sword in a thin cover, accelerating the Sword Light’s speed to tear through the Void. In a blink, it was in front of Ling Chen, only half a meter from Ling Chen’s heart!

With one strike, nothing can resist!

The faces of many surrounding warriors changed color. This strike was both swift and ruthless. Only Fengjian Hayato could wield the Piercing Heart Style with such mastery, seemingly ready to kill Ling Chen with one strike!

Clang!

Amidst the shocked gazes of the crowd, the piercing blade light abruptly stopped half a meter in front of Ling Chen, dazzling sparks erupting fiercely. The obstacle before that blade light was actually a fingertip, but on the tip of that finger, there was a wisp of sword qi, fiercely clashing with Fengjian Hayato’s Sword Light, preventing the latter’s Sword Light from advancing further.

”Blocking Fengjian Hayato’s Sword Light with just one fingertip?”

Upon witnessing this scene, an astonished expression spread across the faces of the surrounding warriors. None believed Fengjian Hayato would show any mercy to Ling Chen; when Fengjian Hayato drew his blade earlier, they saw clearly and without a doubt that he intended to kill Ling Chen, delivering a fatal blow!

Yet now, Ling Chen blocked it effortlessly!

”What?”

Fengjian Hayato’s pupils contracted, his gaze fixed on the fingertip that had stopped the Sword Light. Even if reluctant to believe Ling Chen used merely a finger to block his strike, the scene was clear and unmistakable; Ling Chen had only extended a finger without using anything else, not even drawing a sword.

”Dare to counter my Sword Edge with a finger, break!”

With a gaze of utmost malice, Fengjian Hayato roared fiercely, his True Qi erupting throughout his body, as though a violent gust swept through. Meanwhile, the edge of his sword became exponentially sharper, slicing the air into halves, splitting in two directions.

”Retreat!”

However, amidst his fierce roar, Ling Chen merely uttered a single word. As the sound fell, Ling Chen’s eyes suddenly shone brilliantly, and in the next instant, Fengjian Hayato slipped backward across the ground, scraping out two trenches on the ground with his feet, retreating a hundred meters away.

”Impossible!”

Kazama Ichiro was as if he had seen a ghost. Fengjian Hayato’s prowess ranked in the top ten among the younger generation in all of Yingzhou. To him, killing Ling Chen instantly should have been the outcome, yet Fengjian Hayato not only failed to do so but retreated before Ling Chen as if they were not on the same level at all, differing by more than one tier, but several.

”Damn it!”

Suppressing the churning blood within, Fengjian Hayato’s eyes almost spewed fire; never had he expected to be so easily repelled by Ling Chen, making a spectacle of himself.

With killing intent surging, Fengjian Hayato entered a berserk state, True Qi flooding towards his Samurai Sword. Simultaneously, a swift wind rapidly coiled around Fengjian Hayato, forming a tornado.

”Secret Sword: Storm Blade!”

With a fierce shout from Fengjian Hayato, the moment he swung the sword, countless wind blades rained down like a storm towards Ling Chen, possessing incredible destructive power.

Clink clink clink clink clink!

Ling Chen swung his Thunder Sound Sword creating a Sword Flower; as the Sword Flower unfurled, all the wind blades were deflected, not even touching the edge of Ling Chen’s clothes.

After deflecting the wind blades, Ling Chen’s gaze suddenly turned cold, he raised the Thunder Sound Sword high, then swung it towards Fengjian Hayato’s position.

Endless Sword Intent imbued the Thunder Sound Sword, extending its reach to a hundred feet long. The blade, initially unable to strike Fengjian Hayato, suddenly appeared above his head, fiercely chopping down.

”Not good!”

Seemingly aware of the extraordinary nature of the strike, Fengjian Hayato’s expression changed dramatically, hastily raising his Samurai Sword horizontally above his head to block Ling Chen’s slashing trajectory.

Thud!

A dull sound resounded, as Fengjian Hayato, along with his sword, was sent flying. His Samurai Sword broke apart inch by inch, scattering into countless metal fragments, while Fengjian Hayato himself was nearly cleaved in half; although alive, he spurted blood uncontrollably across the sky, ghastly to the extreme.

”Brother!”

Kazama Ichiro’s eyes almost bulged out, hastily rushing to Fengjian Hayato’s side, supporting him up. At this moment, Fengjian Hayato was only half-alive and barely conscious, yet his eyes were filled with poisonously resentful intent, refusing to yield, ”Quick! Take me back to the Family... this bastard... I want the Family Head to avenge me, to tear this man limb from limb!”

Seeing Fengjian Hayato’s condition, Kazama Ichiro was inwardly startled, a surge of fear rising. Fortunately, Ling Chen was not ruthless when dealing with him before; otherwise, he might already be a corpse.

This lad, his power is formidable indeed.

But never mind, after Ling Chen has battered Fengjian Hayato into this half-dead state, the latter’s father, Fengjian Hongyi, the Family Head of the Fengjian Clan, won’t spare Ling Chen?

”Even if your strength is formidable, can you withstand the Family Head of our Fengjian Clan?”

With this thought, Kazama Ichiro felt calm again, Fengjian Hongyi, the Family Head, was a grand figure at the Fourth Level of Saint Dao. In all of Yingzhou, no matter where you look, he is renowned as a Swordsman, bearing the title ”Kagawa Sword Saint”. Dealing with a junior like Ling Chen would be easy, requiring little effort.

”Why are you still standing here, quickly carry Brother away! Return to the Family at once!”

Having resolved his thoughts, Kazama Ichiro promptly waved to several warriors from the Fengjian Clan, urging them to carry Fengjian Hayato, deciding to return to the Family no matter what.

”You’re letting them go back?”

Watching the battered Kazama Ichiro and his men flee, Hong Ye stepped in front of Ling Chen, her beautiful eyes narrowing slightly, yet revealing a hint of cold light, ”Why not kill them? They’ll definitely bring more powerful allies when they return, perhaps even prompting Fengjian Clan’s Family Head, ’Kagawa Sword Saint’ Fengjian Hongyi to confront you.”

”I want them to bring stronger allies.”

Ling Chen’s lips curled into a smile, having come to Yingzhou to challenge the various Martial Arts Schools of Yingzhou to improve himself.

Kagawa Sword Saint sounds like a formidable opponent.

Saying this, he walked confidently ahead.

Hong Ye pondered briefly, but seeing Ling Chen walk away, hurriedly followed, ”Where are you going?”

”To buy wine,” Ling Chen replied lightly.

”Why buy wine now?”

Hong Ye struggled to comprehend Ling Chen’s decision; with an imminent battle looming, Ling Chen was considering drinking wine. His opponent was Kagawa Sword Saint, far stronger than Liusheng Bushou, yet this fellow seemed truly carefree.