C73 (1/2)
The disciples below, who were watching the scene on the Deathmatch Battlestage from a distance, all shouted in excitement. This death match was much more interesting than the assessment.
”Did you see that? This is the Fang Clan's Hengkong Sword Art. It's powerful, and can sweep across people of the same level and above!”
”En, I think, only the outstanding disciples in the sect can stop him, this speed is too fast.”
”Why didn't the Faang Xia kill Lin Yue with a single sword strike? Every single time he reached the end, he would pause for a moment. If he were to directly stab downwards, with his speed, Lin Yue would have died a long time ago.”
”Maybe he wanted to torture Lin Yue and kill him. Who asked that kid to cripple Fang Xing?”
In their eyes, the Faang Xia held absolute initiative, while Lin Yue could only continuously escape and escape, almost getting slaughtered every time.
After a while, through the thin clouds of smoke, everyone saw the scene of the chase and escape begin again on the high platform.
On the Deathmatch Battlestage that was less than a hundred square meters, the two of them exchanged their positions, creating a feeling of the vast sky.
Two incense sticks of time were almost up. By this time, the two of them had already slowed down to a speed as fast as lightning.
Usually, when he leaped over, he would only be able to travel several zhang. He no longer had afterimages flying in the air.
”Ding!”
This time, Lin Yue was in the middle of escaping, when he suddenly turned around.
In the next moment, the short sword in Lin Yue's hand broke into two pieces, and the sword tip flew out of the cliff, falling down and landing in front of the crowd.
”The sword is broken!?”
”This kid is going to die, Faang Xia will definitely not play with him this time.”
Everyone's eyes lit up with excitement. They would soon be able to see the exciting scene of a head moving away.
On the Battlestage of Death, although Faang Xia had cut Lin Yue's short sword in half with a single slash, his own Spirit Sword was still knocked away. Furthermore, a strong force came from the sword, causing him to be unable to resist, and he couldn't help but take a step back.
”How can you have such power!?” Faang Xia instantly felt that something was wrong and looked at Lin Yue in shock.
This kid, he was clearly on the verge of death just now. How could he suddenly erupt with such powerful strength!?
Lin Yue looked at him coldly as if he was looking at a fool, his eyes filled with ridicule.
”The Fang family's Hengkong Sword is indeed powerful, but it's a pity that the person who uses it isn't a brilliant person. Now, let's end this!”
”What did you say!?”
”Thunder Fist!” Lin Yue did not reply, with an explosive shout, the power of his fist suddenly exploded out, bringing along an unparalleled force, smashing towards Faang Xia.
At this time, the Genuine Essence was already at the bottom of Faang Xia. The wound wasn't deep, but the continuous accumulation of injuries still made his movements much slower.
Startled, he tried his best to raise his sword to block the incoming fist energy, but the sword was repelled by the violent fist energy. Then, he watched helplessly as a pair of fists that glowed with a rich green light smashed into his chest.
”Ah!”
With a miserable howl, Faang Xia was directly thrown out of the deathmatch with a single punch. After flying over a dozen meters, he fell down the cliff.
The disciples below were in an uproar as they quickly dodged.
”Bang!”
Bang! With a loud sound, Faang Xia's bones were smashed into a bloody mess, blood splattered everywhere. A few disciples' faces were hit by the splatter, they were terrified and wailed like ghosts.
”The Faang Xia is dead!?”
”How could it be Faang Xia who died!?”
The group of people were all stupefied when they saw the corpse's attire. Each and every one of them could not believe their eyes and revealed a deep sense of fear.
”Cha, cha, cha.”
The sound of footsteps came from behind them. Everyone hurriedly turned their heads to look, only to see that Lin Yue had already climbed down from the deathmatch, and was walking towards the group of people.
”Hu La!”
The disciple blocking in front of Lin Yue couldn't help but retreat. He looked at Lin Yue like he was looking at a god of pests.
Lin Yue walked to the side of Faang Xia's corpse and pulled out the Spirit Sword that was stabbed into the ground.
Two incense sticks of time were about to pass, and he still had to participate in the second round.
Everyone looked at Lin Yue's back as it continuously dripped with blood. As he walked along, he left behind a line of sinister looking bloody footprints.
”Is this kid even human?”
”He can't die even like this!?”