Inverse Sword Mad God-Chapter 111 - 110: Are You a Body Cultivator?

Dong Ying’s movement technique, of which he was so proud, was completely mastered by Lin Xuan’s Purple Spirit Eyes. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

Dong Ying’s attacks were as fast as lightning, and he would vanish after each strike.

The disciples below watched anxiously, and just then, Lin Xuan suddenly made his move. He stomped his right foot on the ground ferociously, causing the entire arena to tremble thrice.

Crack! Countless fissures spread out like a python’s net, rapidly extending in all directions, while a wildly violent wave of energy surged like a tidal wave.

Centered around Lin Xuan, a semi-transparent wave of air swept across in all directions.

Pfft!

Dong Ying’s body stiffened, thrown off form, a look of shock in his eyes.

"Your speed is useless against me," Lin Xuan’s voice was very cold.

"Useless?" Dong Ying laughed coldly, "You haven’t seen my real strength yet. Now, I’ll let you witness it."

Purple light burst forth from his body like flames, splendid and dazzling.

"Ghost Lion Continuous Bomb!"

Purple Flames rolled over his legs, forming lion heads that were fierce and roaring with a clangor of sounds.

Whoosh!

Dong Ying disappeared.

The next moment, he was in front of Lin Xuan, kicking furiously with both legs, each strike capable of exploding the air.

It was as if countless lions were pouncing to kill, their roars shaking the heavens, and a sky full of purple shadows engulfed Lin Xuan. An invisible pressure permeated the air, penetrating everything.

It was an extremely shocking sight, those purple lions, comparable to small mountains, their roars alone could make the surrounding disciples’ Qi-Blood boil.

"Now that Brother Dong has unleashed the Ghost Lion Continuous Bomb, it seems the battle’s outcome is clear," said Zhao Zhicheng offhandedly, "Even I wouldn’t dare to withstand this move head-on. Lin Xuan isn’t even dodging; he’s really asking for death!"

Excitement surged among the disciples around him. Zhao Zhicheng was ranked fifth among the powerful and a Body Refining Martial Artist. Since he spoke thus, Lin Xuan’s fate was surely sealed!

"Go Brother Dong!" A group of disciples cheered.

At the same time, Lin Xuan remained unflinching in the face of such a ferocious move. Through the observation of his Purple Spirit Eyes, he could see through layers of purple shadows and clearly discern Dong Ying’s position.

His feet suddenly shook and golden light flared; Lin Xuan’s body soared from the ground like a sharp sword piercing through everything.

His hand shaped into a dragon’s claw, striking like lightning, and captured Dong Ying’s right leg in an instant.

"So fast!" Zhao Zhicheng’s expression changed abruptly, even Tang Yi and Xiang Chen narrowed their pupils, their eyes locked on Lin Xuan.

"What?" Dong Ying was even more shocked; reliant on his speed, he hadn’t managed to dodge.

"Get lost!" Dong Ying roared in anger, purple light blossomed around him, engulfing him, and a strong surge of Spiritual Power flowed towards Lin Xuan.

Unfazed, Lin Xuan’s body, fortified through cultivation, was now extremely formidable; he did not fear even those specializing in Body Refining.

He fell from the sky like a meteor, lifting the held Dong Ying high, and then slammed him towards the ground.

Boom!

A loud crash echoed as the center of the arena was smashed through, revealing a pit several zhang deep to everyone’s eyes, with stones flying chaotically—an utterly disordered scene.

The watching disciples all drew in a sharp breath, Fan Chong among the crowd shuddered involuntarily, cold sweat breaking out on his forehead, his apprehension of Lin Xuan deepening once again.

"Ah—"

"I’m going to kill you!" came a roar from the depths of the pit.

Dong Ying was seriously injured by the strike, his Protective Shield cracked in places, his face covered in dust and his hair disheveled, presenting a sorry state.

However, no matter how much he raged, he couldn’t escape Lin Xuan’s control; those large hands were like iron pincers, gripping his right leg tightly.

"You, you are a Body Refining Martial Artist!" Dong Ying exclaimed in shock; he was known for his speed and was not adept at engaging in static combat, especially against Body Cultivation warriors, whom he needed to avoid at all costs.

Lin Xuan didn’t answer him and instead leaped again, taking Dong Ying up into the sky.

"No, you can’t do this!" Dong Ying screamed.

Boom!

Another loud sound, Dong Ying’s body once again created a large crater, but it wasn’t over, Lin Xuan acted again.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The entire arena was nearly shattered, and the surrounding disciples were dumbfounded as they watched the scene.

Zhao Zhicheng’s face turned gloomy to the extreme—he wanted nothing more than to go up and send Lin Xuan flying. Dong Ying was not only a core disciple but also his sect brother, both disciples of Elder Xue.

Lin Xuan’s actions were undoubtedly a provocation, a challenge to both him and Elder Xue, which he couldn’t tolerate.

Beside, Tang Yi watched Lin Xuan and asked in a low voice, "What do you think?"

The one next to him, Xiang Chen, also had a flicker in his eyes, "It seems he, like Zhao Zhicheng, is a Body Refining Martial Artist, but he has also comprehended Sword Intent, which is truly inscrutable."

"Maybe he hasn’t used his real strength yet, just playing around," Tang Yi’s voice took on an added gravity.

Xiang Chen didn’t speak again but instead turned his gaze back to Lin Xuan.

In the arena, Dong Ying was dizzy and nearly falling apart. The purple Spiritual Power became dim and lifeless, as if it would disappear at any moment.

"Enough! You’ve won!" Zhao Zhicheng gritted his teeth from below.

He could see Dong Ying was no longer capable, even the Spiritual Power could not circulate normally; continuing like this, he would certainly lose his life.

Whoosh! Lin Xuan swung his arm, throwing Dong Ying out, then looked towards Zhao Zhicheng.

"Next up, it’s you!"

Everyone held their breath, watching tensely, afraid of missing anything.

"As you wish!" Zhao Zhicheng sneered, leaping onto the platform, creating two deep footprints on the ground.

"I’ll show you what true Body Refinement is!"

Zhao Zhicheng shouted, his body turned into an afterimage, rushing out rapidly, reaching Lin Xuan in just a few steps.

Boom!

A punch came through, vibrating the air incessantly, even the platform beneath them quaked, as if it could collapse any moment. His arm seemed like a Flood Dragon, ferocious and powerful, capable of strangling everything.

Lin Xuan didn’t dodge, he simply swung his fist to meet it, wanting to test just how far his body had developed.

Roar!

Both fists collided, like thunder striking, unleashing a tidal wave of force, blowing everything in the vicinity away.

Both figures stood firm as boulders, neither of them retreating.

"He can actually withstand Zhao Zhicheng’s power!"

"Isn’t he a Sword Cultivator? How is his body so monstrous?"

Exclamations arose, as most people knew of Lin Xuan’s comprehension of Sword Intent, but no one had expected him to forgo using a sword, instead directly combating with his body.

"Terrifying!"

"Is he still human?"

Disbelief filled Zhao Zhicheng’s eyes, which was not surprising. A person’s energy is limited, often only able to concentrate on one direction. Like him, he focused exclusively on Body Refinement.

Moreover, as far as he knew, Sword Cultivators were even more focused—unlike Lin Xuan who, having understood Sword Intent, didn’t concentrate on it and instead dabbled in Body Refinement, which was simply absurd!

"Impossible, he must have used all his strength to block my blow!" Thinking this, Zhao Zhicheng regained his composure, the aura on his body suddenly intensified.