Lin Ran hadn't expected this fellow to be so polite and thus returned the bow to Su Chen.
He was not an unreasonable person; if others respected him, he would certainly reciprocate their respect.
Moreover, Su Chen had a remarkably calm and detached demeanor, very much like Lin Ran before he awakened the King's Treasure and the Golden Dragon martial soul. Lin Ran quite liked him.
He was completely different from Su Quan, who clearly relied on medicinal concoctions to boost his strength, possessed practically zero combat experience, and was nothing more than a pretty vase.
"Roar, roar, roar!"
"Captain, go! Captain, go!"
It had to be said that this was Xiangchu University's home ground, and Su Chen seemed to have considerable popularity. He quickly garnered a large amount of applause and cheers.
"Oh, oh, oh!"
"Lin Ran, go! Lin Ran, go!"
However, the spectator stands at this arena were not solely filled with people from Xiangchu University.
In the preceding matches, Lin Ran, by virtue of his formidable strength and decisive techniques, had won over a large number of neutral spectators. He too received cheers that were no less enthusiastic than Su Chen's.
For a moment, it seemed as though no other matches were taking place on the other platforms, as all attention on the field converged here.
Even those farthest from the arena where Lin Ran and Su Chen stood, put aside their own ongoing matches, and nervously watched them.
Lin Ran, meanwhile, was staring at the long sword that Su Chen had placed on the ground.
This long sword had a rather wide blade and no scabbard.
The entire body of the sword was wrapped in an unknown white cloth, emanating a dark, sinister, and ominous aura.
It was as if a wild soul resided within, displaying its desire to devour everything, its offensiveness at its peak.
To be honest, this was the first time Lin Ran had encountered power of this caliber.
Unlike Luo Qingyan in her fallen angel form, the power of this sword was not purely darkness but rather a blend of various unknown forces.
Lin Ran had watched Su Chen's previous matches and noted that he always carried this sword on his back and never used it.
Now, was he planning to win against him with this?
Lin Ran's gaze shifted back to Su Chen's face.
Su Chen smiled and gestured towards his sword, saying:
"This sword's name is Tun Tian, passed down to me by my mother."
"For some reason, Tun Tian cannot be stored in a spatial container... Perhaps because its power is too great."
"Only when facing an enemy stronger than me do I resort to the power of Tun Tian..."
"Therefore, up until now, only three people have met their end by my Tun Tian sword."
Upon hearing this, Lin Ran's eyebrows twitched.
*Well now, you little brat, trying to show off to me from a distance, are you?*
*In that case, today I will let you know what a true show-off king is!*
Lin Ran also smiled and casually waved his right hand:
"So, is there a possibility that your spatial storage device is just garbage?"
"Why can mine be put inside?"
As he spoke, a golden dragon spear, exuding vigorous vitality and also unashamedly displaying its devouring desire, appeared in Lin Ran's hand.
The moment Su Chen saw Lin Ran produce the dragon spear, his expression changed.
This was because he could faintly sense that Tun Tian, which was in sync with his will, was emitting a slight hum.
The soul of Tun Tian, however, was not conveying excitement but rather timidity and fear.
Seeing that the countdown was nearing its end, Su Chen couldn't afford to hesitate any longer. He snatched up his Tun Tian from the ground and tore off the white cloth covering the blade.
Instantly, that wild and chaotic mixture of powers dominated the half of the sky on his side, creating a dazzling contrast with Lin Ran's golden aura.
The audience in the stands had their emotions fully ignited by this head-on confrontation.
"It's here, it's here! The truly exciting match is finally here!"
"My goodness, I never expected that Lin Ran would have such a trump card hidden up his sleeve!"
"What a cool spear... Never mind everything else for now, Lin Ran has already won in terms of appearance!"
"I don't think that sword is bad either, it just gives off a strange feeling, as if it's about to backfire at any moment, which is very unsettling."
"Lin Ran's spear is also strange, you know... It's the first time I've seen such a dense life force erupting with an aura that is undeniably devouring!"
"Hahaha, Tun Tian and a golden spear that can also generate devouring power... In this battle of dual devouring, who will be the one to laugh in the end..."
"..."
Watching the countdown finally reach its end, Su Chen's eyes were replaced by coldness.
"Interesting!"
"Rare indeed, for me to have to use a bit of my true ability..."
At the very last second of the countdown, Su Chen lunged forward with his sword, but his speed was not very high, though his movements were quite steady.
It seemed he intended to cede the first move to Lin Ran, forcing Lin Ran to attack, and then counterattack at the opportune moment.
However, Lin Ran, who disliked playing by the rules the most, would hardly comply with his wishes!
King's Treasure!
Lin Ran summoned forty Gates of Babylon behind him and unleashed a barrage of attacks upon Su Chen.
Su Chen hadn't anticipated Lin Ran employing this tactic and quickly drew his sword to block.
It had to be said that Su Chen's swordsmanship was indeed exquisite, and this demonic sword named Tun Tian was also extraordinarily powerful.
For a time, he was able to block all forty of Lin Ran's Gates of Babylon.
It seemed that Su Chen's talent "Dragon Spring Sword" and the bloodline ability of the Su family's generational amplified swordsmanship were indeed effective.
The reason he hadn't felt the combined power of these two before was mainly because Su Quan was truly too weak, a complete straw man.
But Lin Ran was not in a hurry. He stood his ground and continued to fire his Gates of Babylon.
The match had just begun, and there was still plenty of time to spare before the three-minute knockout he had boasted about.
Not everyone possessed his monstrous recovery ability. Su Chen, who was under constant barrage, could not possibly withstand the Gates of Babylon forever.
And indeed, things unfolded as Lin Ran had predicted.
Upon realizing that Lin Ran had no intention of stopping his barrage anytime soon, Su Chen, unable to just stand there and be beaten, finally couldn't resist and launched a high-speed charge.
The moment Su Chen made his move, his sword Tun Tian was imbued with resentment that was almost tangible.
Kill! Kill! Kill!
Devour everything!
Crush everything!
Countless ghosts surged out from the sword, constantly murmuring their malice.
*What terrifying resentment...*
*How many people have died under this sword...*
As Su Chen rapidly approached, Lin Ran did not retreat an inch. He held his dragon spear horizontally.
Golden Holy Dragon Break!