The Art of Chaotic Divinity-Chapter 930: Reincarnated Sword Strike

"Your Ling Feng is finished! You're next, you worthless trash. Did you really think you could challenge the Royal Sword Team?"

On the other side of the arena, Dugu Lang slashed out multiple waves of sword qi, each aimed deliberately at Jiang Xiaofan's wounded right shoulder. The repeated attacks tore the injury open again and again, blood streaming freely. With every passing moment, Jiang Xiaofan's condition worsened.

"Get away from me!"

Jiang Xiaofan's expression turned colder than ever as he slowly drew his second sword.

The Sword of Silent Awe!

Clang!

The clear ring of steel startled Dugu Lang, forcing him to retreat. As a speed-type martial practitioner, his advantage lay in mobility, not close-quarters combat.

"He drew the sword!"

Below the stage, Pill Devil and Sword Maniac's eyes lit up simultaneously. Though Tianfeng Sword Team was at an overwhelming disadvantage, Jiang Xiaofan might just turn the tide.

If he could grasp the true essence of the Edge Without an Edge, he could crush Dugu Lang in a single strike.

At that moment, Jiang Xiaofan was in a state of extreme turmoil. Seeing Ling Feng's peril, he felt his blood ignite.

"Big Brother! I won't let anything happen to you!"

He gritted his teeth, gripping the Sword of Silent Awe tightly. He hadn't yet unlocked the sword's secrets, unable to unleash its full power.

"Calm down. I need to calm down."

He took a deep breath. The more desperate the situation, the more crucial it was to remain composed. Only then could he find an opening.

This was what Ling Feng had taught him.

As he held the sword, his mind replayed everything the Sword Maniac had imparted over the past month.

The daily forging, the principle of handling heavy things with ease.

Gradually, something clicked.

He swung the slender blade lightly, and a dull, thunderous boom erupted in the air, like a massive hammer striking a war drum.

"This feeling! I've got it!"

He leveled his sword, and an overwhelming aura burst forth from the blade. Within a ten-zhang radius, the air itself seemed to solidify under a crushing pressure of sword qi.

"He did it!"

Sword Maniac laughed aloud. The Edge Without an Edge was not about sharpness. Instead, it created an overwhelming force field that filled the space with devastating sword qi. This power was far more terrifying than any razor-edge blade.

"That fool actually comprehended it?"

Pill Devil stared in disbelief. "Sheer luck! It has to be!"

Ignoring him, Sword Maniac murmured excitedly, "That's it, Xiaofan. Finish your opponent in one go!"

Meanwhile, Li Bufan focused his mind, channeling the power of the Sword Heart Great Dao.

Though his mastery was still shallow, and the backlash could be severe, this was the moment to stake everything.

As he dodged with Heavenly Thunder Explosive Steps, his body burned from friction with the air, his skin blackening at the extremities.

At that moment, mysterious inscriptions began to faintly shimmer along his sword. It seemed as if a power beyond this world was steadily condensing.

...

Boom! Boom! Boom!

While Jiang Xiaofan and Li Bufan fought desperately, Ling Feng charged forward once more, gripping the Eradicator of Realms with both hands.

He could feel that faint spark of clarity deep inside him was about to reveal the secret.

Xuanyuan Pozhen's Soul Severer strike was undeniably terrifying. Any martial practitioner below the king-tier would be annihilated instantly.

Had Ling Feng not trained in the Eight Desolations Body Refinement Art and endured two heavenly thunder temperings, he too would have been obliterated.

Yet he refused to yield.

Because he sensed that this revelation would deepen his understanding of the nine inscriptions surrounding his Reincarnated Sword Will.

The Reincarnation Heaven-Burying Sword Art.

Even grasping a sliver of its essence could shatter this deadlock.

(Author's Note: For details, see Chapter 559. Ling Feng obtained the Reincarnation Heaven-Burying Sword Art in the demon ruler's tomb, its secrets preserved in his sea of mind as nine inscriptions. Some readers wondered if I'd forgotten about it. Rest assured, I track all abilities. The Reincarnated Sword Will's advancement threshold is simply high, hence its infrequent use.

Additionally, some noted that Ling Feng's Eye of the Emperor divine inscriptions hadn't manifested after his breakthrough to the Transformation Realm. As mentioned earlier, the Heavenly Dao Divine Inscriptions require cultivation of The Art of Chaotic Divinity, which takes time. So for those asking about its purpose, The Art of Chaotic Divinity is specifically for refining the Eye of the Emperor and condensing divine inscriptions.)

"Fight! Fight! Fight!"

Ling Feng's elemental force surged wildly. The Lingtian Sword Force reached its peak as a wisp of Chaotic Light flickered along the Eradicator of Realms.

His blade arced like a rainbow, cleaving through the air!

Amid the storm of sword qi, his body was shredded anew, blood spraying across the sky.

At that moment, Ling Feng was fully immersed in the fierce battle, and that spark of clarity finally shattered the last barrier in his mind amid the chaos.

In an instant, the Chaotic Light around him flared. His aura transformed utterly.

His sword moved with unfamiliar grace, as if twisting the very fabric of time and space.

Xuanyuan Pozhen's expression tightened. He recognized the shift immediately and redoubled his efforts. He had to crush Ling Feng now, or the duel would end with this strike.

"Reincarnated Sword Strike!"

With that fleeting insight, Ling Feng launched his counterattack.

"This is my final attack! Ling Feng, if you can endure this, I will not strike again!"

Xuanyuan Pozhen roared. "But you've already lost!"

A tidal wave of sword qi, saturated with evil qi and razor-sharp intent, engulfed the arena. The Soul Severer strike revealed its full, dreadful majesty.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Steel clashed relentlessly. Chaotic Light and Golden Evil Light flared and dimmed in turn as the battle reached its climax.

Boom! Boom!

Gradually, the sword light faded. The qi dispersed.

When the dazzled spectators regained their vision, they gasped.

Xuanyuan Pozhen's body hurtled backward, slamming into the augmented qi barrier surrounding the platform. A trickle of blood escaped his lips.

Ling Feng was covered in blood, but he stood firm in place, sinking slightly into the ground as his body trembled violently.

That final strike had repelled Xuanyuan Pozhen, but not without cost. The invasive evil qi had left Ling Feng severely wounded.

"Cough!"

He spat a mouthful of blood skyward.

Though he won this battle, it was a bitter victory.

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