Two Madmen

Clang! Clang!

The black longsword clashed fiercely with the T-shaped staff.

The two men at the center of the arena moved at an extreme speed!

One could only vaguely see two shadowy figures colliding rapidly!

Powerful gusts of energy stirred up a fierce wind, leaving the arena ground scarred and ravaged!

The crowd held their breath, not daring to blink, watching the two engaged in intense combat.

Master, which of them is stronger?

The little monk Wu Chen, watching the two in the arena, asked quietly.

Mi Huan's expression was serious as he murmured: They're evenly matched!

Others in the Celestial Palace also harbored their own schemes.

Xing Yunhai polished his fingernails, his smiling, plump face revealing a trace of solemnity.

He could see that the strength of these two men could almost be considered top-tier among the immortal sects!

Whoever ultimately became Murong Qinghong's husband would be a major problem.

This is not good!

The brief exchange between An Yi and Lin Chen alone had stirred up the atmosphere of the entire venue!

Several bare-chested men below the arena wielded large hammers, the dull drumbeats seeming to pound on everyone's hearts, making the tension rise even further.

Impressive.

An Yi wiped the sweat dripping from his chin, revealing a grin.

Lin Chen was also slightly breathless, but he maintained a composed expression: This is just a warm-up for me!

Hmph!

An Yi curled his lip.

Gripping the Dragon Fang Demonic Sword, he launched the first attack.

A narrow, crescent-moon-like black sword arc tore through the air, carrying terrifying power as it slashed forward.

Lin Chen's eyes deepened, showing a hint of gravity.

A cyan-colored astral wind wildly gathered at his fingertips.

Heh, I've been wanting to try this.

Lin Chen said slowly, flicking out the cyan astral wind swirling around his fingertips!

A narrow, massive cyan blade swept out!

Farewell Sorrow Blade vs. Qi-Control Slash!

One black, one cyan!

The two blade rays collided!

A sharp, explosive roar rang out.

Martial artists outside the arena hurriedly defended themselves.

Some Golden Armor Guards with Transforming Realm strength were even directly knocked back, caught in the backlash!

This scene made Murong Qinghong's beautiful eyes gleam!

Both of them, regardless of who, were excellent candidates!

Of course, she hoped Lin Chen would win even more.

Boss, go for it!

Tu Langlang clenched his fists excitedly.

On the other side, Ning Er also shouted at the top of his lungs: Boss! Boss! Take down that cuckold!

The two blade rays collided.

At that moment, An Yi stepped with Blazing Steps, his figure swift as he circled behind Lin Chen.

The Dragon Fang Demonic Sword in his hand turned into a streak of light! Entwined with lightning power, blue-purple radiance flickered.

A sword thrust from behind, aimed at Lin Chen's back!

Suddenly!

An Yi felt as if he had sunk into mud, his body unable to move.

His steps slowed down!

An Yi's eyes showed a trace of gravity.

Only by personally experiencing this poker-face's gravity confinement could one understand how annoying it was!

It felt like carrying a mountain on his back!

If his strength were lacking, he'd probably be lying on the ground right now, unable to get up.

Simultaneously, the speed of his Dragon Fang Demonic Sword thrust also slowed down!

Dragon-Slaying Nine Swords, Fourth Form: Thunderbolt!

It failed to deliver the swift and fierce piercing attack, its power greatly reduced.

Clang!

The demonic sword was steadily blocked by Lin Chen's staff.

Even so, Lin Chen's legs slid back ten meters before he barely stabilized his posture.

This sword thrust is indeed hard to block!

Cold sweat faintly appeared on Lin Chen's forehead.

Even after restricting An Yi's attack speed, the Thunderbolt thrust was still frighteningly fast!

Right then, An Yi actually vanished, his presence completely gone from the arena.

Lin Chen remained frighteningly calm, even closing his eyes at this moment.

Invisible strands of wind spiritual power spread through the air.

He closed his eyes, but wherever the wind passed seemed to become his eyes.

At that moment, An Yi's Dragon Fang Demonic Sword slashed out.

Like an autumn leaf, silent and traceless!

Dragon-Slaying Nine Swords, Fifth Form: Autumn Trace!

This move, due to being extremely difficult to defend against, had never failed him before.

Clang!

Lin Chen opened his eyes, his Rending Cloud Staff steadily blocking An Yi's attack.

How could...

An Yi was shocked.

Autumn Trace was actually seen through by this guy!?

Quite a strange sword technique! Lin Chen said plainly.

The Fifth Form, Autumn Trace, wasn't particularly powerful in terms of destructive force!

What made it truly formidable was its elusive execution!

An Yi's previous opponents often had their throats slit silently before they could even defend.

But under Lin Chen's wind perception, An Yi's every move had been seen through!

An Yi abruptly retreated!

Right then.

Swift Shadow Step!

Lin Chen took the initiative to attack, his figure flowing like water, leaving several afterimages.

Hundreds of qi arrows formed from cyan astral wind swept towards An Yi.

Oh ho, a new move!

A look of gravity flashed in An Yi's eyes.

Lin Chen, like him, was at the Qi Refining stage.

For an ordinary Qi Refining stage martial artist, using this much spiritual power for just this one move would drain their body dry.

But Lin Chen seemed completely unfazed, swiftly launching his attack.

An Yi raised his Dragon Fang Demonic Sword horizontally, adopting a drawing stance!

Dragon-Slaying Nine Swords, Third Form: Wind Chaos!

Instantly, sword energy filled the sky, running rampant!

It ravaged the entire arena!

The nearby drum-beating Han, terrified, dropped their drumsticks and fled in panic.

Dense sword energy clashed with the qi arrows!

The vast arena was bombarded wildly!

The ground became pitted and scarred, as if swept by missiles!

Dust and smoke billowed up.

Clearly, An Yi's sword energy held the upper hand!

Facing the sky-full of incoming sword energy, Lin Chen remained composed. He spread his fingers, his sleeves fluttering fiercely from the violent astral wind!

He took a deep breath and clenched his fist!

The entire space suddenly resonated with a shocking tremor!

Even the audience below felt their hearts shudder!

Crack! Crack!

The moment his fist clenched, the sky-full of sword energy was instantly shattered by the tremoring force.

This, this...

Xu Kang's expression changed. It was also wind spiritual power.

Why could this kid wield it so impressively!?

Murong Qinghong's eyes showed delight.

Although at the late Qi Refining stage, the spiritual power Lin Chen mobilized was actually no less than that of the Spirit Gathering stage!

His spiritual power seemed inexhaustible!

Lin Chen's move shocked the entire audience.

But he didn't let his guard down in the slightest!

He knew An Yi wasn't that simple!

The dust cleared, and Lin Chen frowned.

Now, there was no trace of An Yi in the arena.

No... he's in the sky!

Everyone seemed to sense something.

They looked up at the sky!

An Yi, wreathed in crimson flames and holding a black-gold greatsword, descended from the sky like a fiery meteor!

Dragon-Slaying Nine Swords, Second Form: Dragon's Descent!

This move's power increased with the inertial impact of the fall!

Facing the poker-face, An Yi showed no intention of holding back. He even used Blazing Steps to jump several dozen meters higher in the air!

The power of this descending strike would absolutely be terrifying!

A golden light enveloped Lin Chen's body!

Simultaneously, a layer of air wall, plus a layer of cyan astral wind, also surrounded him.

Triple-layered protection!

Enough to show Lin Chen's caution regarding this move.

He had personally witnessed someone meet their end under An Yi's this very move!

At that moment!

An Yi's Dragon's Descent, like a falling meteor, finally landed.

The greatsword's blade struck down with heavy force!

Boom!

The earth shook, and a wave of soil surged up from the ground! Rolling and sweeping outward!

Quick, evacuate immediately!

Xu Kang shouted at the top of his lungs.

The intensity of the clash between these two had far exceeded their expectations.

The vast military exercise arena probably wasn't big enough to withstand their devastation.

Murong Qinghong's beautiful eyes were filled with shock, her jade-like hands trembling slightly.

To be honest, even she hadn't anticipated that these two young men in their twenties could be this powerful!

One could even say this had completely surpassed her wildest expectations!

Finally, the dust settled.

A massive crater was revealed in the military exercise field!

The Tian Gong members were utterly dumbfounded.

Such a large area had been completely obliterated!

Holy crap, was it really necessary to go this far?

Han Liang, who was fully aware of the two combatants' identities, cautiously poked his head out from the ground and muttered.

When he saw the two figures still standing off against each other in the center of the crater, he couldn't help but click his tongue in awe.

These two maniacs!