C32 (1/2)

”That youth in white is injured!”

Hong Ling's battle, from the beginning till the end, had always been light and relaxed. Previously, no matter if it was against middle stage Essence Refinement into Qi cultivators or late stage Essence Refinement into Qi cultivators, his entire person's battle, gave people a kind of carefree feeling.

He never thought that he would actually be injured after fighting against Wan Hong, who was at the perfection-stage of the Essence Refinement into Qi.

After all, there is a difference of two levels between him and Wan Hong. In between geniuses, one level is like a chasm between heaven and earth. The fact that he was able to receive Wan Hong's Silver Flower of the Snow Tree and not get eliminated in the competition shows that he is a monster!

There was no lack of perceptive people in the audience, so they stood up and said.

Hong Ling didn't have time to listen to the opinions of the people below him. At the moment, he was truly injured, although it wasn't enough for him to immediately lose the power to fight again, it still affected his performance later on.

Wan Hong dragged his spear as he slowly walked over. His expression was arrogant and elegant. The tip of his spear drew a bright spark on the floor. The ear-piercing sound of metal echoed throughout the world, making one feel extremely frustrated.

”It seems that I had overestimated you. I thought that you would be able to receive my attack without any damage. I did not expect you to truly disappoint me!”

Hong Ling leaned on the sword and slowly stood up, the Authentic Qi once again surged out of his body and lifted up his robes. The young man wiped his mouth and casually grabbed with his hand, all the steel swords on the weapons shelves were grabbed by him, quietly floating in front of him, protecting him inside.

In his Divine Court, beside the dark golden Primordial Spirit Clone, there were also countless dark golden virtual swords floating.

The reason why he was unable to obtain the other martial skills was because of Hong Ling's awakening. Other than the [Condensation] technique he had obtained from Li Yan's corpse, the rest of the so-called secret skills were all found out by him.

Although he could not form a complete system, it was enough for him. He did not expect that the secret techniques he had deduced would be comparable to the martial skills passed down from the generations of aristocratic families.

They resonated with the sword intent in the external swords. As long as Hong Ling could control the sword intent in the Divine Hall, he would be able to completely control the sword intent around his body.

”Interesting, the legendary Sword Manipulation?!” The long sword in Wan Hong's hand was raised horizontally as he quickly ran on the stage, bringing about a deafening sonic boom.

The spear in his hand was unceasingly condensing an enormous Authentic Qi, and the moment it approached Hong Ling, this energy would instantly explode, producing a destructive force that would shake the heavens and earth.

Hong Ling had clearly felt the threat of this force, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly. His pupils contracted, and a longsword instantly pierced through the air, explosively shooting towards Wan Hong's chest.

Wan Hong was startled, he never thought that Hong Ling's Sword Manipulation would be able to control his sword to fly at such a fast speed, he immediately swung the spear in his hand, with a bang, he struck the sword and sent it flying. He did not slow down, and continued to rush forward, however, what welcomed him were even more flying swords.

He never thought that Hong Ling would actually be able to control so many flying swords, and the power contained within every single flying sword was not one bit weaker than the youth's all-out attack.

”Dammit, is this guy a freak? How can he control so many flying swords so easily!”

The long spear in his hand danced nonstop, and on the tip of the spear, a bright and sharp glint erupted. His body spun, the spear dancing like pear blossoms, and sent the longsword Hong Ling was controlling flying with a jingling sound.

After those flying swords were knocked away, they would be stuck on the stone platform and would buzz non-stop. However, the sword Wan Hong was facing was like an endless tide that kept attacking him, causing him to be completely exhausted.

Wan Hong never thought that Hong Ling's cultivation would not be higher than his, but the Authentic Qi s on his body were actually so dense and dense. They could support him controlling so many swords, but he did not seem to be exhausted at all.

With one shot shooting away a sword, Wan Hong's body retreated, pulling apart the distance between him and Hong Ling, he could no longer have the thought of directly defeating the other party. He looked at the space in front of him vigilantly, afraid that if he was not careful, a sword would break through the air and attack him heavily.

”Wan Hong actually retreated! The dignified grand completion of the Essence Refinement into Qi, the number one prodigy of all the families in Eternity, was actually forced back by a youth of the middle stage of the Essence Refinement into Qi! ”

When it reached Wan Hong's ears, it made him feel exceptionally uncomfortable. He was once a heaven's pride level expert, a mighty figure in a region, yet he was forced to such a sorry state by a cultivator younger than himself.

Wan Hong looked at the mocking expressions in everyone's eyes and struggled in pain. He didn't realize that as he was sending the swords flying, the faint traces of soul power had already invaded his mind and was slowly eroding his consciousness.

This was Hong Ling's other attempt. Using his own soul power to affect his opponent's will, it was clear that this effect had already greatly exceeded his expectations. The effect of soul power on the will of others was still very great.

”It's all your fault, it's all your fault! You caused me to embarrass myself in front of these lowly commoners, you caused them to no longer maintain respect for me, I want you dead! ”

Wan Hong's willpower was on the verge of collapse. At this time, he was staring at Hong Ling with a sinister look, the Authentic Qi was rolling over his body, the spear in his hand was ferociously thrusting in front of him, he was standing among the dense swords, with his mouth wide open, he was biting the tiger, and was constantly sucking the blood that was gushing out.

”Hmm?” Hong Ling focused his gaze, he was facing Wan Hong at the moment, so he had naturally seen everything this person was doing.

”His aura seems to be getting more tyrannical, and his power seems to be increasing!”

The young man's eyes turned scarlet as he stared at Wan Hong, and a grim expression appeared on his face.

Wan Hong was definitely using a powerful secret technique. This secret technique was very useful for raising his strength, but he did not know how much it could increase his strength.

Hong Ling held the iron sword horizontally in front of him, the pure Authentic Qi s continued to pour in, preparing for Wan Hong's attacks. He knew, once Wan Hong completed his secret technique, then the power that would erupt would definitely be shocking.

”He's here!” The youth looked at Wan Hong, who had stopped sucking blood and was grinning at him viciously. His face was full of seriousness.

Bang, Wan Hong stomped, and his figure disappeared. When he reappeared, he was already behind Hong Ling, and fiercely punched towards's spine.

”So fast!” Hong Ling was startled, the sword in his hand turned, and before Wan Hong's fist could strike, he blocked it.