Chapter 372: Chapter 371: Meeting the Enemy_1
"CLANG!"
At the moment the Corpse General swung its sword, Ling Chen had already unsheathed his own. Their swords clashed, sparks flying in all directions.
However, under the fierce assault of the Corpse General, Ling Chen was forced back several steps, his stance unsteady.
Before Ling Chen could steady himself, the Corpse General attacked again. It executed a complete set of Swordsmanship, continuously waving and sweeping its sword, its technique fierce yet swift.
Ling Chen had no time to get entangled with the Corpse General. He pushed his Sword Intent to its absolute limit, and the Cloud-hidden Sword in his hand struck with ruthless precision. Seizing an opening in the Corpse General’s defense, he lunged violently.
The Corpse General’s Swordsmanship was likely a very powerful King-level sword technique. However, in its hands, it lacked variation and seemed rigid, causing its power to be significantly diminished.
Meanwhile, Xu Ruoyan had slain several Puppet Guards. But even when beheaded, these puppets could still crawl up from the ground and pounce on her.
For the moment, Xu Ruoyan was unable to support Ling Chen.
"White Dragon Breath!"
Ling Chen’s sword thrust created an opening in the Corpse General’s defense, the tip of his sword stabbing towards the center of its brow.
However, it only penetrated a little way and could not pierce any deeper.
The crimson glow in the Corpse General’s eyes suddenly flared, seeming to intensify. It gripped the Thunder Shadow Sword with both hands and slashed abruptly through the Void. A flash of Thunder light seemed to materialize out of thin air.
CLANG!
Along with the flying sparks, a current of electricity coursed through Ling Chen’s body, making him shudder. He almost dropped the Cloud-hidden Sword.
Such strong thunder energy!
Ling Chen felt the numbing sensation in his hand and was inwardly shocked. As expected of a mid-grade Rare Treasure Sword, it truly is extraordinary.At that same moment, Ling Chen saw a distinct notch appear on the blade of the Cloud-hidden Sword.
Damn it, the Cloud-hidden Sword can’t take much more, Ling Chen frowned, feeling a pang of regret. This sword had been with him for so long, and he had grown attached to it. He hadn’t expected it to receive a notch from the confrontation with the Thunder Shadow Sword; it seemed it wouldn’t hold out much longer.
SWOOSH! SWOOSH!
At this moment, the Corpse General began to brandish the Thunder Shadow Sword wildly. A fierce storm of sword strikes swept violently through the air, electric light radiating in all directions.
"Seeing Dragon in the Field!"
Witnessing this, a brilliant light flashed in Ling Chen’s eyes. His body leaped, dragon chants resounding. An astonishing sword pressure solidified the air as he shattered the raging storm of Thunder light sword strikes with an indomitable will.
The blades of the two swords intertwined, their sword qi clashing wildly.
CRACK!
Another faint sound was heard. A clear fissure had appeared on the Cloud-hidden Sword.
Ling Chen pulled back, retreating rapidly. As he did, his gaze fell upon the blade of the Cloud-hidden Sword.
Although this crack was minuscule, it had already damaged the Sword Bone. Clearly, it wouldn’t last much longer.
If it’s about to shatter, then let it display its final brilliance. Ling Chen thought he could almost hear the Cloud-hidden Sword’s mournful cry. He stroked the blade, then his entire form shot forward. The Cloud-hidden Sword, under the convergence of his sword qi, flared with dramatically increased sharpness.
Landscape Swordsmanship, seven styles combined!
This strike contained Ling Chen’s full power, his entire Full Sword Intent completely infused within it.
At the same instant, the Corpse General’s Sword Light also slashed towards Ling Chen’s waist.
THWACK!
Ling Chen’s sword strike was like a meteor from the heavens, clearly a fraction faster than the Corpse General’s. The incomparably sharp Sword Light shot out and pierced into the Corpse General’s face.
In that instant, the Corpse General’s movements abruptly stiffened.
BANG!
The Cloud-hidden Sword in Ling Chen’s hand suddenly exploded, shattering into countless metal fragments, completely disintegrating.
If Ling Chen had been half a beat slower in retreating, he likely would have been caught in the explosion and sustained serious injuries.
Fortunately, however, at the last moment, Ling Chen had eliminated the Corpse General.
His gaze fell on the Thunder Shadow Sword in the Corpse General’s hand. Ling Chen reached out for it, and this time, he easily took the sword.
Who would have thought that this general, even after so many years dead, still clung so strongly to this sword, Ling Chen mused, holding the Thunder Shadow Sword. The reason the Corpse General had been able to move earlier was entirely due to a lingering obsession.
He injected a trace of True Qi into the Thunder Shadow Sword. Instantly, sparks scattered across its surface, arcs of electricity shooting out into the Void.
His gaze shifted to the Puppet Guards. Ling Chen’s figure darted out, and he slashed the sword through the air.
POP! POP! POP!
Wherever the sword qi passed, the Puppet Guards burst apart.
With a single swing, he had repelled the majority of the Puppet Guards.
SIZZLE! CRACKLE!
Charred marks cracked open on the Puppet Guards’ bodies, a testament to the sword’s immense penetrating and destructive power.
"Such incredible power!" Xu Ruoyan exclaimed, her small mouth agape. She had struggled against these Puppet Guards for so long without defeating them, yet Ling Chen had disabled so many with a single slash of the Thunder Shadow Sword.
It truly is a fine sword! Ling Chen thought. He swung again, a streak of lightning-infused sword qi tearing through the Void, sending two more Puppet Guards flying.
The power of the Thunder Shadow Sword was indeed several times greater than that of the Cloud-hidden Sword.
With each swing, thunder and lightning surged through the air.
"What a divine weapon!"
Suddenly, an unfamiliar cry of astonishment echoed, causing Ling Chen to frown slightly. Following the sound, Ling Chen saw several young men in black standing at the hall’s entrance. The one leading them had gleaming eyes fixed intently on the Thunder Shadow Sword in Ling Chen’s hand, his gaze filled with avarice.
"Boy, hand over that Treasure Sword, and I’ll spare your life!"
The young man in black was none other than Chu Tiange, the ’Demon Young Master,’ whom Ling Chen recognized.
Behind Chu Tiange stood Mei Ji and five or six other young talents of the Demon Way.
"It’s you?" Ling Chen’s gaze fell upon the young man in black, his pupils contracting slightly. Back in East Desolation City, this man had nearly pushed him into a desperate situation. If not for Liu Feiyue’s timely intervention, he would have already died at Chu Tiange’s hands.
I wondered who it was, Chu Tiange thought, then sneered as he recognized Ling Chen’s face. "So, it’s you, my defeated opponent." He completely disregarded Ling Chen.
"Defeated foe," Chu Tiange continued, his attention entirely on Ling Chen’s Thunder Shadow Sword, like a hyena spotting a fresh, meaty bone. "If you obediently hand over the Treasure Sword, I can promise to only cripple you today and spare your miserable life."
"The sword is in my hand," Ling Chen stated calmly, looking at Chu Tiange with indifference. "You can come and try to take it anytime, if you have the skill."
Arrogant whelp, I wonder where you get your confidence, Chu Tiange thought, his face darkening. To him, Ling Chen was an insignificant character, a piece of trash who had once barely clung to life before him. Yet now, this same trash dared to act so haughtily. It seems winning that Martial World Tournament of little prestige has made you think you can fly.
He had heard a few days prior that Ling Chen had won the Martial World Tournament, a fact he dismissed with contempt. If he hadn’t needed to maintain a low profile, the championship title of this tournament would surely have been his, Chu Tiange’s; Ling Chen wouldn’t have stood a chance.
"Such shameless boasting," Xu Ruoyan interjected before Ling Chen could speak, her voice icy. "With your strength, you’d be hard-pressed to even make the top three."
"What did you say, you little wench?" Murderous intent flashed in Chu Tiange’s eyes. "You dare disrespect me, this young master? I’ll make an example out of you first!"