Chapter 140: Cheating? (1/2)

Sword shadows cascaded onto Lu Yun like torrential rain, every slash biting with killing intent. They wouldn’t be stopped until he was torn into pieces.

He looked at the sword shadows and sighed, not shifting a single step. “You only need one slash to kill a man, what’s all this bandying about for? What a waste of energy.”

He pointed in the air, a faint silver gleam around his fingertip.

Clink!

The clear sound of a collision knocked Feng Yin down from the sky and flung him backward. He only managed to steady himself after his sword flew from his hand and out of the arena. He stared at the Dusk governor with shock.

One hit. He couldn’t even take one hit from Lu Yun!

Surprise rippled through the spectators from Nephrite Capital. Feng Yin was a nascent spirit cultivator, and at the top of his level at that. Among his peers, only cultivators like Lu Yuanhou and Qing Hongchen could’ve rivaled him. Even with his cultivation suppressed to the golden core realm, he was still an absolute expert. How could Lu Yun have possibly knocked him back with a single hit, and even disarm him??

“Impossible!” growled Feng Yin as he disappeared again.

“Nothing is impossible.” Lu Yun stepped forward and punched at the empty air.

Bam!

Feng Yin flew out of the arena with a pained cry.

”There’s no need for trash like this to come up and int,” Lu Yun sighed and blew on his fist. “I want an actual challenge.” [1]

Feng Yin’s eyes rolled to the back of his skull before blacking out. The crowd fell silent, and the members of the Feng Clan wanted to spit blood from pure fury. They didn’t understand what ‘int’ meant, but Lu Yun’s derision was clear in his tone.

“Who’s next?” The defending governor yawned delicately. “Better not bite off more than you can chew. I’ve already defeated one person now. The heritage is mine after another ninety-nine wins.”

“I am!” a voice said as soon as Lu Yun completed his declaration. A well-built, middle-aged man landed on the stage. “We meet again, Governor of Dusk.” The man narrowed his slanted eyes.

“Patriarch of House Ge?” Lu Yun cocked his head at the middle-aged man. “No, you’re the person from the Exalted Immortal Sect back in the ancient tomb.”

The man shook his head. “I’m nothing more than the patriarch of House Ge, now.” No sooner had he manifested a broadsword than his body radiated the aura of immortals. He wielded a first-rank immortal sword!

“Ge Cheng, Patriarch of House Ge of Nephrite Major, answers the challenge!”

Buzz!

Blinding luminescence flared from the sword and spanned three hundred meters, the sword qi almost cutting the arena in half. The crowd erupted into chatter. “An immortal sword! He’s able to wield a first-rank sword even with his cultivation suppressed to golden core!”

Bam!

Its tremendous power shook the very arena beneath their feet.

Expression darkening, Lu Yun attempted to dodge to the side, but the aura projected from the sword was too powerful. It flooded the entire boundary of the arena, leaving him nowhere to go.

“Dammit,” he bit out. “I thought I’d be able to keep this secret for a while, but I guess I have to use it now.”

Hum!