Zhang Ruochin and the Ninth Princess had just arrived outside the Huang-level Martial Arts Palace when they heard deafening roars coming from within.
Then, a decapitated corpse was carried out of the Wudou Palace.
Zhang Ruchen glanced at the beheaded corpse and asked the manager of the Huang-level Martial Arts Palace: "Manager, what's going on?"
The one in charge of the Yellow Level Martial Arts Palace looked to be in his thirties, rather thin. He sighed and said, "Today, a deadly swordsman came to the Yellow Level Martial Arts Palace. All the martial artists who fought him were beheaded by him with a single sword, without exception. This is already the eighth one!"
The Ninth Princess's face changed slightly as she said, "Only with one sword?"
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The one in charge nodded and said, “Amazing! I’ve been at the Yellow-Rank Martial Arts Hall for ten years and have never seen a young man cultivate swordsmanship to such a ruthless, merciless, and icy level. With a single strike, he's as fast as lightning. Simply terrifying! What do you guys think he is?”
"To be able to kill a martial artist who has reached the peak of the Huangji Realm with a single sword, he must be at least eighteen or nineteen years old!"
The one in charge shook his head and said, “His name is Ale, he’s fifteen years old.”
The Ninth Princess was instantly stunned.
"A fifteen-year-old deadly swordsman, interesting. Let's go take a look." Zhang Ruochin walked into the Yellow-Rank Martial Palace with his hands behind his back.
At this moment, standing on the battle stage was a pale and thin young man.
He looked to be about fourteen or fifteen years old, wearing tattered clothes and carrying a rusty iron sword. The sword was stained red, dripping with blood drop by drop.
His body stood straight, like a sculpture, yet it exuded an awe-inspiring killing intent.
He killed eight warriors in a row, and his aura climbed to its peak.
Under the impact of that powerful killing intent, no one dared to step onto the stage anymore.
Zhang Ruochin glanced at the young man standing in the center of the battle platform. As a fellow swordsman, he could clearly feel the sword intent and killing aura emanating from the young man named A Le.
Zhang Ruochin nodded lightly and said, "Gifted and talented, his sword qi follows his heart. His sword intent realm has reached the level of following his heart's desire, and moreover, his sword intent contains killing intent."
The Ninth Princess was also eyeing the young man wielding the blood sword, and said, "He doesn't seem to be purely human, but rather, a half-human of the demon wolf race."
Zhang Ruochin said, "That's right! It is indeed a demon wolf half-man! Look at his eyes, they are just like wolf eyes, a faint blood red."
Just then, a chilling laughter came from afar: "Nephew, it's been three years! Your uncle has missed you dearly!"
Zhang Ruochin looked in the direction of the laughter. He saw a handsome man with a pale face standing on the platform, smiling at him. [To read the latest chapters, please visit >><< Cotton_._.Flower_._.Sugar_._.Small_._.Says_._.Net <<<>]
And also, there is an acquaintance named Lin Ningshan.
Lin Ningshan was wearing a white chiffon blouse, with a sachet and pendant hanging from her waist. She seemed to have grown taller, her figure graceful, her skin as white as snow. Her long black hair reached her waist.
I have to say, Lin Ning's beauty is truly remarkable. Her eyebrows are delicately drawn like paintings, her eyes sparkle like stars, her red lips gleam like precious stones, her neck is long and graceful, her chest gently rises and falls, her waist is slender, and her legs are straight and toned. She gives off a sense of perfect flawlessness, like a stunning beauty stepping out of a painting.
"Cousin, don't you even recognize your cousin?" Lin Chenyu stared at Zhang Ruochin, his smile was extremely sinister, with a hint of wickedness.
Upon seeing Lin Ning Shan, Zhang Ruo Chen roughly guessed Lin Chen Yu's identity.
Since the other party had called out to him, Zhang Ruochin wasn't an impolite person, so he walked over and said, "It has been a long time. I didn't expect to meet you here at the Huang-level Martial Arena."
" Ninth younger brother, don't get too close to Lin Chenyu. This man is of questionable character, with an evil heart and cunning nature. It's best not to associate with him!"
The Ninth Princess's voice was extremely soft, yet Lin Chenyu still heard it.
Lin Chenyu's ears twitched slightly, his eyes turned cold, and he let out a cold snort, saying: "Princess Jiu, speaking ill of me in front of me, isn't that inappropriate? Is this the upbringing of a royal princess?"
Right as Lin Chenyu let out a cold snort, the Ninth Princess's face changed drastically. She let out a muffled groan and retreated three steps backward.
When she stopped, a thin trickle of blood ran from the corner of her mouth; she was internally injured.
Zhang Ruochin thought to himself, "Such powerful cultivation, at least the late stage of the Profound Realm, even stronger."
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The <<< Xuanji Realm also has seven sub-levels: initial, middle, late, Xia Ji Wei, Zhong Ji Wei, Da Ji Wei, and Great Perfection.>>>
Anyone who enters the Xuanji realm is considered a strong martial artist, entering the military camp, at least as a general-level figure.
Of course, in the Profound Extremity Realm, every small realm advancement becomes increasingly difficult.
Lin Chenyu is truly worthy of being the first genius of the Lin family. At just twenty years old, he has already reached such an unfathomable level.
And now, finally, a ninth challenger steps onto the stage, to face the fifteen-year-old Deathblade.
You must know, the first eight challengers were all killed by that deadly swordsman with a single strike. Anyone who dares to step onto the stage and challenge him must be incredibly brave.
<<<“A Death Dealer, are you? I, Han Axe, will meet you!” Holding his battle axe, Han Axe stood before the Death Dealer.>>
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Below the stage, all the martial artists gazed up at the platform.
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This is the ninth match, the challenger is Han Axe, who possesses the strength of a Yellow List martial artist.
Zhang Ruochin has also fought against Han Fu before, so he knows Han Fu's strengths and weaknesses.
Princess Jiu wiped the blood from her lips, gently pulling away from Lin Chenyu. She also stared at the figure on the battle stage and said, "I wonder how many swords Han Fu can withstand?"
Zhang Ruchen said: "If Han Fu can withstand his first sword, he will be able to save his life. If he cannot withstand the first sword, I'm afraid he will die."
"One sword to kill Han Fu? Impossible!" said the Ninth Princess.
Zhang Ruochin didn't say anything more, he just stared at the battle stage.
"Pfft!"
For just a moment, Han Axe's head flew off the battle stage like a ball and landed on the ground.
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After a brief moment of silence, the entire Martial Arts Palace once again erupted in deafening shouts and exclamations.
"Actually... he only used one sword strike, I didn't even see how he drew his sword. All I saw was a flash of light!"
"What grade of swordsmanship does he use?"
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"It was too fast, I couldn't see his sword strike at all."
Even the genius and brilliant Ninth Prince used over eighty moves last month to defeat Han Axe.
Could a even more gifted young martial artist be about to rise?
Even the Ninth Princess was taken aback. She said, "Ninth Brother, can you catch his sword?"
Zhang Ruchen smiled and said, "His sword is indeed very fast, but there are fatal flaws. Others can't see them, but I can. Of course, in the world of martial arts, nothing is indestructible, only speed is undefeated. His sword speed is so fast that even with flaws, he can use speed to make up for them. If it were a month ago, it would be hard to say! As for now…"
Zhang Ruochin didn't say any more and continued to look at the fighting platform.
Finally, the fifteen-year-old deadly sword wielder had arrived at his tenth battle.
He was fighting against Su Heng, an elder ranked 17th on the Yellow List.
Unfortunately, with just one sword strike, Su Heng fell to his death, becoming a headless corpse lying in a pool of blood.
Wow! This is amazing!
10 consecutive victories, each battle won with a single sword.
Even when facing Yellow Rank martial artists, it's no exception.
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Such a young swordsman, he is simply more outrageous than the Ninth Prince's performance a month ago!
Soon, the person in charge of the Huang-level Martial Arts Palace, having witnessed his performance on the battle stage, made a judgment about him.
Top 6 on the Yellow List!
This is still because no one can force him to use his true strength, so he is only ranked sixth on the Yellow List. If he were to show his full potential, his ranking might be even higher.
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It's neither joy nor sorrow!
Until his eyes fell on Lin Rou'shan, he finally showed a hint of tenderness. He felt his heart beating faster and immediately looked away, saying, "Miss Lin, I have fulfilled my promise to you. Ten games in a row, not a single loss!"
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Lin Ningshan revealed a sweet smile and gently touched A-Le's shoulder, saying, "A-Le, with your such amazing talent, many powerful forces will definitely want to recruit you. Why do you have to stay in the Lin family as a servant?"
Arlo lightly bit his lip and stared at Lin Ning's stunning face, saying: "Arlo only wishes to forever guard by Miss Lin's side, nothing else matters."
In his eyes, the woman before him was so perfect, so holy, that just being able to protect her would be a happy thing.
Lin Ning's gaze fixed on Zhang Ruochin, with a hint of arrogance in her smile. "Cousin," she said, "you also cultivate swords. If you were to fight A Le, how many swords could you withstand?"
Zhang Ruochin glanced at A Le, thoughtfully saying, “Since someone is willing to protect you, cherish it well!”
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Lin Ningshan saw Zhang Ruochin step onto the stage, her beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, "He's already become a Yellow List martial artist, how come he's on the stage again? Could it be..."
"Eh! This is interesting!" Lin Chenyu smiled faintly, a glint of killing intent flashed in his eyes.
Perhaps, killing Zhang Ruichen on the battlefield would be quite an interesting thing to do.
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Lin Chenyu waved to A Le and said, "A Le, come here!"
"Master, what orders do you have?" A Le said.
Lin Chenyu smiled and said, “Just watch carefully. The young man on the platform is one of Ning Shan's suitors. Later, you might even have to make a move and kill him! Do you think you can do it?”
In my eyes, there are only two kinds of people: the living and the dead. Either he dies or I die.
Alex's eyes fixed on the battle platform, his gaze becoming incredibly sharp, his entire being seeming to transform into a sword. |
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