At this moment, the genius sparring had reached its climax.
Countless disciples held their breaths as they stared fixedly at the sparring ring.
The two men on the other side were the strongest geniuses of their respective sects.
How would this fight go? Who would win or lose? They were all looking forward to it.
In fact, to them, the entire atmosphere was extremely tense. It was as though there were two bolts of lightning clashing against one another on the sparring ring, giving off a chilling aura.
To these disciples, the fact that Junior Master Lin and Xinfeng did not move at all meant that they were trying to outdo each other in terms of aura. This was going to be a battle between tigers and dragons.
Liang Yichu and Wuya looked at each other and smiled. They were no longer bickering like before, as though they were anticipating something.
"Brother Yichu, the first time we met was on this sparring ring ring, right?" Wuya laughed.
"That's right. In the blink of an eye, a hundred years have passed. Time sure flies. But the scene of us sparring back then is still fresh in my mind. The way you cried after being beaten up by me. Now that I think about it, it's hilarious." Liang Yichu reminisced about the past.
"It's been a hundred years, and you still haven't changed. I don't think I need to tell you who was the one who cried back then, right?" Wuya rolled his eyes helplessly.
"Brother Wuya, don't play dumb. If not for Grandmaster Yan, the number one spot of the genius sparring would have been mine for sure." Liang Yichu replied.
"Alright, I don't want to argue with you anymore. Jiuxiao Sect is definitely going to lose this time round."
"As though it's the truth."
...
On the sparring ring …
Looking at the arrogant Xinfeng, Lin Fan had a plan in mind.
'Hais …' Lin Fan sighed, "Brother Feng, Glory Sect and Jiuxiao Sect are friendly sects. Let's not spoil our relationship. But, a battle is inevitable now. Please make your move." Lin Fan sighed.
"Hmph." Xinfeng snorted coldly. His aura surged as a long sword formed from his Sword Will shone brightly. Six long swords floated behind Xinfeng's back.
Lin Fan took a step forward, hands behind his back, and said calmly, "Bring it on …"
Right now, he was only a postcelestial full cultivation being. His strongest fighting strength was only at pericelestial pinnacle. How could he possibly defeat a lesser celestial upper-level Xinfeng?
But sometimes, nothing was certain. In a battle, one had to rely more on their brains.
"I won't take your life." Xinfeng said coldly. With a wave of his finger, a long sword that was formed from his Sword Will flew out, piercing through the void with an unstoppable force towards Lin Fan.
"Brother Yichu, your personal disciple's perception is top-notch. I didn't expect him to cultivate the Firmament Sword to the Void Sword Realm," Wuya said with a sigh.
Liang Yichu smiled, "Of course, but I still need to temper myself. My realm is high enough, the only thing I'm lacking is my state of mind."
A long sword condensed from sword intent drew a ray of light in the void, like a star, dazzling and enchanting. Even the disciples sitting in the audience seats could feel a strong sword intent from it.
"What happened to Junior Master Lin? Why aren't you moving? "
At this moment, the disciples in the spectator stands exclaimed.
Zong Hentian and the other geniuses were sitting there in fear as well. They had not expected Xinfeng to be this strong. But why was Junior Master Lin still standing there?
The Firmament Sword was a secret skill of Liang Yichu. It was a skill he had obtained from an ancient ruin. With nine as the limit, one could cultivate it to the highest level and form nine swords in the void.
And now that Xinfeng had formed six swords, he had reached the Void Sword Realm.
The long sword formed from Xinfeng's Sword Will was heading straight for Lin Fan's chest. But Lin Fan did not move at all.
Suddenly, Lin Fan did not hear any notifications from the system. He was a little disappointed. But this was a critical moment. Lin Fan pretended to retreat and spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.
At this moment, everyone was stunned.
The disciples in the audience seats stood up. They could not believe that Junior Master Lin would take this blow head on.
Grand Master Yan, Wuya, and the others were shocked as well.
"Why didn't you retaliate?" Xinfeng's face turned cold as he shouted out. "Are you trying to humiliate me?"
Lin Fan wiped the blood from the side of his mouth and straightened his body. His face was expressionless, "For yesterday's incident, I'll take a sword to apologize to Brother Feng."
The cold and arrogant Xinfeng was startled as well, "You …!"
He had not expected this guy to take a sword just to apologize to him. This …!
"Brother Feng, there are still five more swords. Come on." Lin Fan raised his head and said solemnly.
His expressionless face made the disciples in the spectator stands feel a little moved.
As for the geniuses of Jiuxiao Sect, their expressions changed as well. To think that the guy they hated the most would be this heroic.
Xinfeng was moved as well. But the thought of the weapon he had nurtured for so long being destroyed by this man had him steeling his heart.
"Hmph, I advise you to retaliate. Otherwise, don't blame me if you die." Xinfeng said coldly.
"Junior Master, retaliate!" Zong Hentian shouted from the side of Glory Sect's geniuses.
"Junior Master, retaliate …!" The disciples of Glory Sect shouted as well.
"You heard them. Your fellow sect members want you to retaliate. You'd better listen to them. That sword just now was the weakest one …" Xinfeng said.
Lin Fan stood there and shook his head, "Six swords. Six swords it is. Brother Feng's weapon was destroyed by me, and I feel guilty in my heart. I'll take six swords as an apology. If I die, I'll have only myself to blame."
...
"Grand Master Yan, Brother Wuya, look at this …!" Liang Yichu said in a troubled tone.
"Even though this disciple of mine has only trained to the Void Sword state, the next few swords are stronger than the previous one. If he were to take it on with his physical body, I'm afraid …"
But at this moment.
The second sword brought with it a sword will that was even more ferocious than the first.
This second sword was even stronger than the first.
'Urgh …!'
Lin Fan fell to the ground once more as fresh blood filled the skies.
"Third sword …!" Lin Fan stood up once more and took a step forward, glaring at Xinfeng.
"Brother Feng, you don't have to hold back. I know that you hate me in your heart. Let it all out. I can take it." Just as he said those words, Lin Fan spat out another mouthful of fresh blood.
"Junior Master …!" The Glory Sect disciples could not bear to watch this anymore.
The geniuses of Jiuxiao Sect looked at one another, their eyes filled with shock.
This man was a real man …!
Gradually, their attitudes towards this man changed as well.
This was a disciple worthy of respect.
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