Chapter 91

In the martial arts arena, Ling Dao and Ma Teng stood facing each other. Their victory or defeat would determine the ownership of the Yunxiao Qionghua and the lower-grade sword. The many disciples of the Sky-Splitting Sword Sect present were also extremely eager to see the outcome.

Only those outer gate disciples at the flesh realm believed that Ling Dao could win. The inner gate disciples, however, all thought that Ling Dao was bound to lose. How could a Ling Dao who had just become an inner gate disciple be a match for Ma Teng, who had long been famous?

"I'll let you make the first move, so that others won't say I'm bullying you!"

Ma Teng was in high spirits, not only because he could defeat Ling Dao but also because he could obtain the lower-grade sword. It was like a dream come true. This mission that Ji Yuanliang had given him was truly a good one. If he could get a lower-grade sword, even Ji Yuanliang would be envious.

"No need, your sword technique is far inferior to mine, so you should make the first move!"

Their words had similar meanings, but when Ma Teng said it, others found it reasonable. When Ling Dao said it, it gave people the impression that he was overestimating himself. How could a martial artist at the early True Qi realm speak to a martial artist at the peak True Qi realm like that?

"Looking for death!"

Since Ling Dao was so ungrateful, Ma Teng couldn't care less anymore. A hint of ferocity flashed in his eyes, and he then drew his fine steel sword, walking towards Ling Dao. His True Qi rapidly circulated in his body, clearly planning to end the battle quickly.

This battle, Ma Teng not only had to win, but he had to win quickly and beautifully. Otherwise, if the news spread, Ma Teng's reputation wouldn't be good. After all, it was he who had provoked Ling Dao. A peak True Qi realm martial artist provoking an early True Qi realm martial artist—how could that not be embarrassing?

"Sky-Splitting Strike!"

The intense sword light seemed to transform into a ribbon, rushing towards Ling Dao. As a peak True Qi realm martial artist, the sword technique Ma Teng practiced was naturally extraordinary. His sword was not only fast but also had an extremely sharp edge, as if it could split anything!

"It's the Sky-Splitting Strike! I didn't expect Ma Teng to have mastered this sword technique. It looks like this battle will end with one strike!"

"Originally, I thought there would be a fierce battle, but I didn't expect Ma Teng to prepare to defeat Ling Dao with one strike. How boring!"

Seeing Ma Teng use the Sky-Splitting Strike, many disciples sighed. It was already good if Ling Dao could block this strike. The Sky-Splitting Strike, as a lower-grade sword technique, was extremely powerful with just one strike.

"Seven Styles of the Fiery Sun!"

The Sky-Splitting Strike is a lower-grade sword technique, and the Seven Styles of the Fiery Sun is also a lower-grade sword technique. Ling Dao knew that when others performed it, it was far less powerful than when he did.

"Using the Seven Styles of the Fiery Sun to counter the Sky-Splitting Strike is simply laughable. How could Ma Teng give you time to perform all seven styles?"

"The Seven Styles of the Fiery Sun and the Sky-Splitting Strike are both lower-grade sword techniques, but an incomplete Seven Styles of the Fiery Sun can't possibly be a match for the Sky-Splitting Strike."

The Sky-Splitting Strike, a lower-grade sword technique, has only one style, while the Seven Styles of the Fiery Sun has seven. In a battle, the opponent wouldn't wait for you to complete the Seven Styles of the Fiery Sun; they would engage directly.

"Truly foolish. Since that's the case, you shall lose!"

Ma Teng said with a cold laugh, but the next moment, he couldn't laugh anymore. His pupils constricted sharply because in front of him, seven fiery suns appeared, the complete Seven Styles of the Fiery Sun!

Logically, Ma Teng had only used one move of the Sky-Splitting Strike, and it would have been impressive if Ling Dao could perform two or three styles. But now, in such a short time, Ling Dao had performed the complete Seven Styles of the Fiery Sun.

"How is this possible? How did he do it?"

"How could he perform seven styles in such a short time? How fast is his sword speed?"

The inner gate disciples were all shocked. If someone's sword speed was too fast, they would be extremely dangerous. No matter how exquisite your sword technique or how powerful, if you haven't even made a move, the other person's sword could already pierce your heart!

"Wrong, he's not at the early True Qi realm, but at the peak True Qi realm!"

Hong Gang's expression changed. He finally realized where the problem lay—Ling Dao's cultivation. Everyone thought Ling Dao was only at the early True Qi realm, as he indeed was two months ago. Moreover, Ling Dao had only been an inner gate disciple for a short time.

But now, the strength Ling Dao displayed was clearly that of a late True Qi realm martial artist. Hong Gang didn't think his eyes were failing him; Ling Dao was at the late True Qi realm, and he wouldn't be wrong about it.

"Clang, clang, clang"

The Seven Styles of the Fiery Sun and the Sky-Splitting Strike collided. The clash of the fine steel sword and the Fiery Sun sword produced a series of metallic sounds. The Sky-Splitting Strike was powerful, but the Seven Styles of the Fiery Sun was no less so. In terms of sword technique proficiency, Ling Dao could easily outstrip Ma Teng by a wide margin.

"You're at the late True Qi realm?!"

Ma Teng's eyes bulged. He naturally saw the problem. If Ling Dao was only at the early True Qi realm, performing the Seven Styles of the Fiery Sun wouldn't be enough to match him. But now, in the first clash, Ling Dao had taken the upper hand.

"So what if I am? So what if I'm not? I only know that the Yunxiao Qionghua is mine!"

Ling Dao, holding the Fiery Sun sword, walked towards Ma Teng. In the previous clash, the fine steel sword in Ma Teng's hand had already developed several notches. If the battle continued, Ma Teng would definitely be at a disadvantage. The difference in weapons could also determine the outcome.

"Finished, I've been tricked. This kid is too ruthless!"

Ma Teng felt a darkness before his eyes and almost fell to the ground. A peak True Qi realm martial artist was stronger than a late True Qi realm martial artist, but the difference was limited. With a lower-grade sword, Ling Dao already had an advantage, and with his previous sword speed, Ma Teng felt that the hope of victory was extremely slim.

"Kid, you've made me angry. I'll fight you to the death!"

If he lost this battle, not only would he lose the Yunxiao Qionghua, but he would also become a laughingstock in the entire Sky-Splitting Sword Sect. Ma Teng had already cursed Ling Dao a thousand times in his heart.

In Ma Teng's eyes, Ling Dao was a little devil, so ruthless that it was unbearable to look at. At the beginning, everyone thought Ling Dao was at the early True Qi realm. Ling Dao not only didn't explain but also deliberately made a bet with Ma Teng. At the time, Ma Teng was confident of winning.

Unfortunately, Ma Teng had been tricked, and he had been tricked badly. Whether it was Hong Gang or the other inner gate disciples, they all felt some sympathy for Ma Teng. Some extremely talented late True Qi realm martial artists could indeed surpass peak True Qi realm martial artists!

"This is my strongest strike. I can't control its power. If I seriously injure you, don't blame me!"

Ma Teng swallowed a pill, and his aura immediately surged!