The List of Seeds is burning?
Tang Ling's expression did not change at all. So what if he knew the young man was on the List of Seeds?
Due to his rejection of Tang Feng, he was not interested in the List of Seeds at all.
Is this young man a Dream Seed? Tang Ling's heart was overflowing with excitement.
As for Han Xing, he came from the Holy Tree City, so he knew more about the young geniuses than others.
He also speculated that the young man might be Tang Long because of his terrifying talent, Precise Instinct.
His talent was rated with a single '?' in the Holy Tree City. The person who rated him only commented, 'With my abilities, I can't comment on a talent like Precise Instinct because it is beyond my capabilities.'
Others might not know how scary such a simple sentence was, but Han Xing knew it very well.
It was the only talent that the Holy Tree City dared not comment on. No matter how famous or powerful the other talents were, they would at most get an S rating.
However, despite knowing that, Han Xing still chose to rush into the ring. The reason was none other than the old man in his family once told him that when he was young, Uncle Tang Feng taught him a set of mysterious sword techniques. Only those with Precise Instinct could fully master it.
This sentence was very difficult for others to understand, but Han Xing understood it very well. Without coming into contact with that set of sword techniques, it was impossible to understand how mysterious and powerful that set of sword techniques without any specific moves was. What it cultivated was not the sword, but a sword intent.
Because of that, only those with Precise Instinct were the best opponents to practice the sword technique. The characteristics of Precise Instinct allowed those who practiced the sword technique to better understand the will of the sword.
In the whole world, the only person who possessed Precise Instinct was Tang Long.
Han Xing was still troubled. Where should he go to find Tang Long? Should he convince Tang Long to spar with him?
Now, the ring had provided Han Xing with the perfect opportunity.
With that in mind, Han Xing started to get excited. He drew his sword from his back and wanted to say something, but he was stopped by the Wailing Pierrot in the ring.
"According to the rules of the Desperado Ring, you can only use the weapon on the rack." The Wailing Pierrot showed a smile. Coupled with his crying face, it looked very awkward.
However, Han Xing did not mind at all. He put his sword back into the sheath and picked a sword from the weapon rack.
After choosing his sword, he clasped his fist at Tang Ling and said, "If you're willing, can you fight me with a sword?"
As soon as his request was made, it caused a small amount of discussion.
Most of the audience didn't know, but there were many geniuses below the stage who knew Han Xing.
Who didn't know that Sword Maniac Han Xing's battle prowess was on a completely different level when he used a sword or not?
If he used a sword, he would be a top genius among geniuses, provided that he was serious.
If he didn't use his sword, he would be at the bottom of the class of geniuses. Whether it was strength or speed, he wasn't very outstanding.
Han Xing's request baffled Tang Ling, but the Wailing Pierrot said, "The Desperado Ring has the most freedom. If your opponent agrees, you can set the rules of the match."
As he spoke, the Wailing Pierrot looked at Tang Ling. "Do you agree with his request?"
Before Tang Ling could answer, Han Xing beat him to it and said, "Don't worry about it being unfair. If I'm not as good as you, you can end me anytime you want. If my level was higher than yours, I would also adjust everything to the same level as you, and only do a pure sword combat once. "
As he spoke, Han Xing added, "If you're willing to fight me with a sword, I'll admit defeat regardless of the result."
Right after his words subsided, the crowd went into an uproar. Is this young man named Han Xing here to cause trouble?
Some in the audience sneered as if they were in deep thoughts.
Han Xing did not care about the discussions. He looked at the Wailing Pierrot and said, "I've set the rules. It's not against the rules, is it?"
The Wailing Pierrot had never come across such a strange situation before, but it was indeed not against the rules. It was the contestant's freedom to admit defeat or not, and no one could stop him.
After a few seconds of thought, the Wailing Pierrot shook his head and said, "No!"
As soon as he finished speaking, countless random objects were thrown onto the stage from below the stage. To be more precise, they were thrown at Han Xing.
Just because he spent money on a bet, he lost so inexplicably?
On the other side, Tang Ling picked a sword in silence. He held it in his hand and swung it around to get used to it.
He did not understand why Han Xing insisted on competing with him in swordsmanship. As a matter of fact, Tang Ling knew nothing about swordsmanship.
Even so, it was not impossible. Because of his Precise Instinct, any weapon was the same to Tang Ling.
Han Xing's persistence piqued Tang Ling's competitive spirit. "Since you said it's just a duel, then let's do it. You don't have to admit defeat. If I lose, it's my loss. "
"Okay." Han Xing's face revealed a hint of joy as he immediately agreed.
If it was possible, he would also like to win 50 Black Sea coins.
However, Tang Ling's forthright attitude, unafraid of suffering losses, and indifferent attitude made Han Xing have a good impression of him. If this person before him was really Tang Long, he would be a decent person.
After both of them confirmed the conditions, the Wailing Pierrot signaled the start of the match.
As the bell rang, Han Xing wielded his sword and attacked Tang Ling.
What was a sword in Han Xing's hand? It couldn't be considered as a weapon, but more like an extension of his body.
Han Xing had been practicing swordsmanship since he was young, and he had been exposed to a profound sword technique that contained sword intent from the very beginning. If Han Xing claimed to be the second best swordsman among the group of teenagers, no one would have the confidence to claim that they were the first.
Therefore, Han Xing's first strike shocked Tang Ling greatly.
There were seven changes in a single strike!
Each change would produce at least three different outcomes within his Precise Instinct's estimation.
The moment the sword was unleashed, the seven changes were already hidden within the sword. How the sword would change after that would depend on the sword wielder's thoughts.
The current nature of Precise Instinct was to calculate, judge, and get the best outcome instead of guessing the human heart.
Therefore, if Tang Ling's Precise Instinct could not keep up with the changes in Han Xing's sword, he would fail.
Even if he could keep up with the changes in Han Xing's sword, if his body's reaction speed could not keep up with his Precise Instinct's judgment, he would still fail.
However, how fast was Han Xing's sword? It undoubtedly pushed Tang Ling's Precise Instinct and body to the limit.
Tang Ling was excited!
Han Xing's eyes also revealed a hint of a smile of excitement.
Both of them clashed and knew that they had met a worthy opponent.
In the next moment, Han Xing's sword was about to change, but Tang Ling closed his eyes and swung his sword. The tip of his sword was thrust diagonally at an extremely awkward angle. His target was neither Han Xing nor the sword in Han Xing's hand. It was as if he was trying to stab the air.
However, in the next second, Han Xing's sword was thrust towards the angle of Tang Ling's sword.
Clink! The tip of Tang Ling's sword landed on Han Xing's blade, causing his sword to move a little. Han Xing's sword was then moved away abruptly.
The seven changes were indeed unpredictable. How would they change? Then, what kind of result would emerge from the changes?
However, if Tang Ling could seal his opponent before the changes, everything would be solved.
Tang Ling possessed top-notch battle consciousness, so the thought of how to break Han Xing's attack was crystal clear in his mind.
On top of that, through his Precise Instinct, Tang Ling predicted that no matter how the seven changes changed, the sword would always move in a certain direction in order to produce the changes. As long as he could disrupt the seven changes, he would be able to seal Han Xing's sword.
"Impressive." Han Xing curled his lips into a smile. With a flick of his wrist, he thrust his sword at Tang Ling again.
Both of them had a general idea of each other's strength when they clashed.
Han Xing's strength was stronger than Tang Ling's, but Tang Ling's speed was faster. Moreover, Tang Ling had the upper hand in terms of body control and reflexes.
Even if both of them were to fight normally, they would be evenly matched.
However, Han Xing was a gentleman in battle. After he sensed the difference, he suppressed his strength to almost the same level as Tang Ling's in his next attack.
The subtle change made Tang Ling have a better impression of Han Xing.
He decided to face the battle with his utmost sincerity.
In the next moment, Tang Ling's Precise Instinct started to operate rapidly, and Han Xing's second sword was blocked the moment it was unleashed.
A trace of doubt flashed over Han Xing's eyes. Tang Ling's two blocks seemed to have given him an inspiration, but the inspiration was too vague. Was this the benefit of fighting someone with Precise Instinct?
Compared to the doubt, Han Xing was more excited. Sword after sword, he attacked Tang Ling ceaselessly.
All the sword techniques that he knew were unleashed to the extreme at this moment. His attacks were ever-changing, yet his movements were as smooth as flowing water.
On the other hand, Tang Ling did not use any techniques. Each of his sword strikes was waiting for Han Xing's attack so that he could neutralize it at the perfect moment.
With his Precise Instinct operating at full force, Tang Ling was highly focused as he neutralized Han Xing's sword strikes one after another.
He seemed to have a deeper understanding of the sword as a weapon, but the deeper his understanding, the more he realized he was lacking.
He was so lacking that he could not even launch a single attack. All he could do was rely on his Precise Instinct to neutralize Han Xing's sword strikes.
Han Xing was in a tough battle. The deeper his understanding of Precise Instinct, the more he wanted to worship it.
No techniques, yet he relied on his Precise Instinct to neutralize all the attacks!
No techniques! Han Xing's understanding of the sword deepened.
Tang Ling was also in a tough battle. He could only neutralize the attacks, but he could not establish his sword technique, so he could not even stab.
However, Tang Ling closed his eyes as his mind started to replay Han Xing's sword strikes one after another.
The sword that blocked Han Xing's path did not stop either.
Under Precise Instinct, it was multitasking! It was a more advanced form of Precise Instinct.
Superficial Instinct was to see through the essence of Han Xing's moves and neutralize them.
Deep Instinct was to analyze Han Xing's sword itself and grasp the core of it.
Han Xing wanted to unleash the Sword of Freedom, surpassing the technique and breaking the blockage. He wanted to unleash the most free strike according to his will and the situation.
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