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Chapter 68: Lin San's Sword
🕑 Added 2024-09-13 07:06:28 +0000 UTC"What was that!?"
Even with the Demon-Slaying Sword in hand, Lin San's reaction speed was lightning fast. He instinctively dodged, but not quickly enough.
Bang!
A searing pain shot through his shoulder as the energy blast struck, leaving a bloody hole in its wake.
The pain was excruciating, far more intense than anything he'd felt before.
Lin San's eyes darted toward the source of the attack, and there he saw Ren Xing's figure.
Although Ren Xing's face showed no emotion, it was clear that he was the one responsible for the attack.
Damn it!
At the same time, Feng Wuqiong resumed his assault, sword in hand, ready to take advantage of Lin San's weakened state.
He intended to kill Lin San right here and now. Given his status, the worst that could happen would be a minor punishment, such as a brief period of isolation.
"Die!" Ren Xing's cold voice echoed in Lin San's ears.
Ren Xing had acted so covertly that almost no one noticed his interference.
"You're asking for it!"
Lin San was now enraged to the extreme. In that instant, he channeled all his remaining source power into the Demon-Slaying Sword.
This was a fight to the death!
Under the effects of Healing Frenzy, the immense source power he expended granted him even greater strength. His wounds began to heal visibly.
In a fit of fury, Lin San ignored the pain coursing through his body and struck out with his sword!
Clang!
The two swords collided once again!
But this time, the sharpness of the Demon-Slaying Sword, combined with Lin San's newfound strength, shattered Feng Wuqiong's sword.
This can't be happening!
Feng Wuqiong's eyes were wide with disbelief as he stared at his broken sword.
In the Heavenly Sky Sect, there was only one A-grade sword—belonging to the sect leader, Zhang Tiancong, a top-tier A-grade weapon. Feng Wuqiong had borrowed his current sword, a treasured family heirloom, specifically for this competition.
He never imagined it would be shattered so easily!
"A mere A-grade sword... it was bound to break!" Ye Fan's voice echoed coldly.
The sharpness of the Demon-Slaying Sword was beyond ordinary A-grade weapons. Had it been wielded by a more powerful master, Feng Wuqiong's sword would have shattered in an instant.
Die!!!
Just after breaking Feng Wuqiong's sword, Lin San slashed again, severing Feng Wuqiong's right arm!
Blood spurted out, but the blood that splashed onto the Demon-Slaying Sword was instantly absorbed.
"Ahhh!!!"
Feng Wuqiong screamed in agony.
Still in a state of rage, Lin San prepared to deliver the finishing blow with the Demon-Slaying Sword.
"Stop!"
At that moment, a powerful voice echoed across the arena.
Bang!
A forceful blast hit Lin San, sending him flying to the edge of the platform. He managed to regain his balance, digging his feet into the ground to avoid being thrown off.
"Master! Kill him! Kill him!" Feng Wuqiong shouted as he saw his master arrive.
His arm had been severed by Lin San—an injury he could hardly bear.
"You're breaking the rules," Lin San said, narrowing his eyes at Feng Wuqiong's mentor.
He had been so close to killing Feng Wuqiong, but was interrupted at the last moment.
Although the pain from his wound persisted, the light attribute energy from the Demon-Slaying Sword had already begun healing him, absorbing Feng Wuqiong's lost energy in the process.
Feng Wuqiong's mentor glared coldly at Lin San before grabbing Feng Wuqiong and leaving the arena.
"The winner of this match is Lin San!" announced the middle-aged man acting as the referee.
"Lin San... he's quite impressive," remarked the sect leader, Zhang Tiancong, from his seat, smiling as he watched Lin San from above.
Zhang Tiansha's expression, however, was far from pleased. Lin San's sudden surge in strength was as if a slap to his face.
Not far off, Ren Xing's face was equally grim. But he consoled himself, thinking that his earlier attack must have severely injured Lin San's shoulder. There was no way Lin San could continue winning his matches.
Lin San, meanwhile, had retreated to a corner, where he quickly swallowed some low-grade Source-Gathering Pills. Sitting cross-legged, he gripped the Demon-Slaying Sword as his depleted source power rapidly replenished.
"My wounds... they're already healed," Lin San mused, marveling at the sword's miraculous powers once again.
"Feng Wuqiong had an A-grade weapon, but it probably wasn't his. Most likely, he borrowed it from another strong member of his family," Lin San muttered to himself.
After all, A-grade weapons weren't something you could find just anywhere.
But thinking about how his Demon-Slaying Sword had shattered an A-grade sword made him chuckle. Even if Feng Wuqiong survived, he'd be in deep trouble now that his family's treasured sword was destroyed.
Closing his eyes, Lin San focused on absorbing the surrounding energy and digesting the power of the Source-Gathering Pills.
Time passed quickly, and soon it was time for Lin San's next match!
Many spectators believed Lin San's previous injuries would make it difficult for him to continue, but after a short rest, he appeared as energetic as ever.
He plowed through his opponents, breaking their weapons one after another, eventually securing a spot in the final four!
"Lin San... he made it to the top four!"
Many warriors in the crowd were still in disbelief.
"Damn it," Zhao Xiaoling muttered through gritted teeth. Her expression was one of utter frustration. She had failed to make it to the top four.
Now, the final four were Li Kai, Lin San, Zhao Wuji, and Tang Shiwu!
"Could his weapon be an A-grade weapon?" Ren Xing, who had been watching Lin San's matches closely, couldn't help but feel a tinge of greed.
Throughout the competition, he had carefully observed Lin San, noticing that his sword was anything but ordinary.
Ren Xing had heard that Feng Wuqiong's sword was A-grade. Although it was only lower-tier, it was still a remarkable weapon.
But Lin San's sword had easily shattered Feng Wuqiong's A-grade weapon. How had this kid obtained such a sword?
"It seems I'll need to find an opportunity," Ren Xing muttered to himself.
He had already set his sights on the sword.
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