Ling Tian Sword God-Chapter 584 - 582: The Number of Wins and Losses_1

"These two... they're so incredibly strong."

The World Master List Experts who had come to watch, numbering at least twenty, if not thirty, realized with dismay that the power Ling Chen and Yun Qinghong had displayed by this point was enough to kill them instantly. A single flash of a blade or shadow of a sword could cleave them in two.

"A battle of unprecedented scale among the younger generation!" an elder warrior commended.

These two were undoubtedly on the same level. Although Ling Chen had not yet joined the ranks of the Four Outstanding Talents, he had already demonstrated the capability to be among them. After displaying such formidable strength, no one cared about Ling Chen's status anymore; those were merely empty titles.

Time to pluck the chestnuts from the fire! Ling Chen's feet flashed, his figure becoming as elusive as a sword's gleam. His Long Sword, whether chopping, stabbing, or sweeping, continuously targeted Yun Qinghong's weak points.

Yun Qinghong was extremely wary of Ling Chen's Swordsmanship. The closer they got, the more vulnerabilities were exposed, and Ling Chen was an expert at exploiting these weaknesses. Even Yun Qinghong himself felt inferior in this regard, so he did his utmost to avoid close combat with Ling Chen.

With a sweep of his spear's light, Yun Qinghong managed to block Ling Chen's final slash, but the fierce sword qi still tore off a piece of his sleeve.

"Break!"

Stepping back three paces, Yun Qinghong's long hair danced wildly. He hurled his Long Spear into the air; as it flew, it immediately split into countless densely packed Qi threads, enveloping Ling Chen.

"Explode!"

The Qi threads shattered, and a scorching shockwave spread in all directions.

"Alright, this ends now."

Yun Qinghong moved through the center of the explosion. He reached out his hand in mid-air and gathered the fragmented Qi threads, reforming them into countless fine needles that filled the sky.

"Go!"

With a sweep of his hands, the needles rained down like a torrential storm.

Upon seeing this attack, Ling Chen stood firm on the surface of the lake. He suddenly plunged his Treasure Sword into the lake water beneath him. BANG! The water erupted, creating a vacuum.

A protective Shield formed from dense sword qi, centered on Ling Chen, enveloped his entire body.

PING! PING! PING! PING! PING! PING!

The countless Qi needles bombarded Ling Chen's sword qi Shield, erupting in brilliant sparks, like falling stars. From a distance, Ling Chen's position looked like a magnificent burst of fireworks.

After the needle barrage, Ling Chen's sword qi Shield shattered, and two tiny puncture wounds appeared on Ling Chen.

A trickle of fresh blood oozed out.

"Dustless is injured!" a younger generation warrior exclaimed.

"It's alright, it's not a serious injury," another one spoke up.

"Astonishing Clouds Extreme!"

Seizing the opportunity, Yun Qinghong charged forward. Immense True Qi gathered madly in his palm as he ruthlessly struck forward. The Void in front of him twisted and warped.

Ling Chen's pupils contracted; he could sense a dense Cloud True Essence within this attack.

This Cloud True Essence was incredibly powerful; ordinary Martial Arts stood no chance against it.

Only True Essence could counter True Essence.

An intense light suddenly flared in Ling Chen's eyes as he swung his Red Sky Sword. Scorching Air Energy rapidly spread as his body accelerated instantly, immense power flowing into his arm. True Qi poured into the Long Sword, and he unleashed a super-speed slash.

This slash was as fast as an illusion, carving a black scar into the Void as it traveled.

The fourth move of the Red Sky Sword Technique, One Sword Burns the Sky!

PSHH! Yun Qinghong's Palm Power was pierced the instant it contacted Ling Chen's sword qi, a hole punched straight through it.

"So fast!"

CLANG!

In the nick of time, Yun Qinghong saw the sword's trajectory. As if plucking a thread from space itself, he drew a sharp Soft Sword to block the sword qi. Instantly, massive sparks erupted in a sphere, and a huge fireball materialized between them.

Hmm? He actually blocked that?

The power of the Red Sky Sword Technique's fourth move was far beyond the previous three, especially when executed by surprise. It not only demonstrated superhuman skill but also contained the True Essence of Fire. Essentially, no one in the younger generation should have been able to withstand this sword. However, Yun Qinghong, befitting his title as the foremost of the Four Outstanding Talents, possessed incredibly rich combat experience. The moment he sensed danger, his senses sharpened extraordinarily, allowing him to perceive the sword's trajectory.

There are limits to human senses.

Ling Chen had already pushed his aura to its peak. His surging Lingtian True Qi acted like fuel; upon entering the Red Sky Sword, it all converted into Flames. Gripping the hilt tightly, Ling Chen struck at Yun Qinghong again and again. With each swing, space itself seemed to twist, large swathes of it reflecting their figures like a distorted mirror.

Yun Qinghong's extraordinary perception stemmed not only from his combat experience but also from specialized training. He had painstakingly honed his senses in near-death situations, to the point where he could clearly perceive grass stirred by wind a thousand meters away.

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!

A series of fireballs exploded. Yun Qinghong retreated, but Ling Chen's assault was relentless.

The lake water erupted repeatedly; there wasn't a single calm moment. Any aftershock was enough to kill the young Expert spectators nearby.

Around Nine Dragons Lake, the younger generation watched, utterly enthralled, their mouths dry with anticipation.

Finally, Yun Qinghong revealed an opening, and Ling Chen's sword stabbed his shoulder. The sharp Sword Energy bypassed his Armor and struck deep into Yun Qinghong's shoulder.

CRACK!

Yun Qinghong spat out a large mouthful of blood as his body flew backward. He flew so fast that ripples formed in the air before him.

"No way, Yun Qinghong was defeated!"

A die-hard fan of the Four Outstanding Talents looked on in Despair.

However, his words had barely fallen when Yun Qinghong, even as he was sent flying backward, suddenly let out a low cry. Drawing upon all his strength and latent potential, he thrust out a palm. With this palm strike, Ling Chen's overwhelming Sword Momentum instantly shattered, and a ten-meter-wide pillar of white light slammed into Ling Chen's chest.

SPURT! Ling Chen coughed up a mouthful of blood and was also sent flying backward. A monstrous wave erupted behind him. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

Both were wounded!

Everyone waited with bated breath, their eyes glued to the center of the water curtain, desperate to see clearly what was happening within.

Who won?

Not only them, but Liu Feiyue, Su Ziling, Leng Jue, and even Huyan Xiong, Fang Baiyu, Yin Tianxi, and Yue Ruohai stared without blinking, their gazes fixed intently on the center of Nine Dragons Lake.

Everybody wanted to know the answer.

After a moment, the water curtain dissipated, and two figures emerged into everyone's view.

Both were soaking wet, completely drenched by the lake water. Their faces were somewhat pale, yet both wore faint smiles.

A draw?

The same thought crossed everyone's mind.

SPURT! However, just as this thought surfaced, Yun Qinghong suddenly coughed up another mouthful of blood. He looked extremely haggard, and his aura was also rapidly diminishing.