Chapter 25

"Thirteen Thundering Swords!"

This was the first level of the Thundering Sword Technique, consisting of thirteen swords. Now, Lin Xuan unleashed all of them in one breath. The long sword formed a curtain of light in front of him, shimmering with a green glow.

The blood light rapidly approached, and even before it made contact, it produced a rumbling sound that shook the eardrums.

Liang Hong was greatly alarmed. He had never seen such a bizarre sword technique, each sword faster than the last, and the power continuously stacking. The blood sword in his hand broke through five or six swords, but its speed had already slowed down.

"How is this possible? A Fourth Rank Condensation Pulse disciple, how can he have such a strange sword technique?" Liang Hong was astonished, but what did it matter? He was a full rank higher than Lin Xuan, and in terms of spiritual energy alone, he could crush the other!

"Break through!"

Liang Hong roared, and the blood light around him intensified. The red sword light grew twice in size, quickly tearing through Lin Xuan's defenses.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The blood-red sword light cut through Lin Xuan's nine layers of defense like a hot knife through butter, meeting Lin Xuan's tenth sword with a sinister glow.

Lin Xuan was also shocked. He hadn't expected Liang Hong to be so strong. It seemed he couldn't underestimate anyone, especially the disciples who could join the Divine Might Group.

However, he still had confidence in the Thundering Sword Technique. Each sword in this technique added a layer of hidden force to the previous one. By the thirteenth sword, it would accumulate the hidden force of the previous twelve swords. This power was enough to make up for the rank difference between him and Liang Hong.

Metal clashed, sparks flew.

Liang Hong already had a cruel smile on his face. The light curtain in front of Lin Xuan was weakening, as if it could shatter at any moment. He finally felt a sense of relief.

Although Lin Xuan had forced him to use his sword technique, he still couldn't stop his attack. Thinking of the 300 contribution points he would get for defeating Lin Xuan, he quickened his sword even more.

"Lin Xuan is going to lose," one of the onlookers said. "But to force Liang Hong to use his sword technique is already something to be proud of."

"Hmph, it's his bad luck to face Liang Hong. In front of Liang Hong, he dares to call his sword fast!" a Divine Might Group disciple sneered.

Lin Xuan's expression was serious. He only had three swords left, and this was the decisive moment.

He moved, advancing on his own initiative. The black iron sword was like a dragon, charging at the blood-red sword light with its fangs bared.

"What the hell! He actually dares to attack, is he crazy?" many disciples were surprised.

The Divine Might Group disciples were also stunned. They couldn't understand Lin Xuan's intentions and could only conclude that he was desperate.

Liang Hong saw Lin Xuan attack and his eyes were full of ridicule.

"What is this, a last-ditch effort before death?" Liang Hong laughed.

Lin Xuan didn't respond. His mind was fully immersed in the Thundering Sword Technique. He was controlling all his strength, precisely controlling the force of this sword.

"Eleventh sword!" Lin Xuan channeled his spiritual energy, the long sword trembled, and the sword light danced, colliding with the blood sword.

Clang!

The immense force made Lin Xuan's arm numb. He quickly channeled the Longevity Technique, and green spiritual energy surged into his arm, alleviating the numbness.

However, this sword was not without effect. Liang Hong's attack was slowed down, and Lin Xuan's mastery of the Thundering Sword Technique improved.

"Two more swords!" Lin Xuan gripped the long sword tightly, moving in the basic steps, his body constantly weaving.

Seeing his attack being slowed down, Liang Hong was furious. His eyes glinted with a fierce light, and he poured all his spiritual energy into the blood sword, preparing to finish Lin Xuan with one strike.

Whoosh!

The long sword danced, the air trembled. Liang Hong charged forward.

Lin Xuan also charged, and before he even reached, he unleashed his twelfth sword.

"Die!" Liang Hong roared, the fierce force pushed aside the black iron sword, and the cold tip of the sword stabbed towards Lin Xuan's right chest.

At this critical moment, Lin Xuan's eyes were sharp. He seemed to have become one with the black iron sword, an indescribable feeling. Under this feeling, Lin Xuan swung his thirteenth sword.

All the accumulated power burst forth in this one sword. The black iron long sword was like a black lightning bolt, stirring the wind and clouds. A muffled thunder sound came from the sword, directly blasting away the blood-red sword light.

Liang Hong felt as if he had been struck by lightning. The immense force made him despair. He was like a speck of dust, trembling in the thunder.

Drip, drip!

After the dazzling sword light, Liang Hong bent over, his left hand covering his chest, blood gushing out.

"Liang, Liang Hong lost..." The Divine Might Group members were stunned, their faces stiff, their muscles twitching involuntarily, unable to accept the reality.

"I lost, I actually lost!" Liang Hong's eyes were lifeless. He had lost to a Fourth Rank Condensation Pulse disciple, a severe blow to his confidence.

Lin Xuan stood there, eyes slightly closed, digesting the feeling from just now. That thirteenth sword, he felt as if he had become lightning, a very strange feeling.

"Remember, you owe me thirty contribution points." Lin Xuan opened his eyes and said to the retreating Liang Hong.

"Who's next?"

Hearing this, the Divine Might Group members' faces twitched. Even Liang Hong had lost, and the only one left who could fight was their leader, Xing Lifeng.

However, Lin Xuan had no intention of letting them off. Thirty contribution points per person, where else could he find such a good deal? So, he pointed at them.

"None of you are allowed to leave," Lin Xuan said to the Divine Might Group members, "Prepare thirty contribution points, and wait for me to come and collect them!"

"You, yes, you!" Lin Xuan pointed at a Divine Might Group disciple, "Come and fight, don't lose the prestige of the Divine Might Group."

The disciple was ready to die. Even Liang Hong had lost, and he definitely wasn't a match for Lin Xuan. But if he fled now, the Divine Might Group wouldn't let him off.

Sure enough, he was defeated in less than three moves. Everyone looked at Xing Lifeng. He had the highest cultivation, and only he could possibly defeat Lin Xuan. Otherwise, this action would become a laughingstock.

"You've gone too far!" Xing Lifeng said coldly.

"Too far? Did you think about it when the Divine Might Group surrounded me? Did you think about it when you sent a Fifth Rank Condensation Pulse disciple to deal with me? Did you think about it when you colluded with the law enforcement team to frame me?"

Lin Xuan sneered, "Can only you bully others, and not allow others to fight back?"

"Opposing the Divine Might Group, you will have no place to stand here!" Xing Lifeng said with a cold snort.

"Stop the nonsense!" Lin Xuan pointed his sword, "Now you have two choices: one, hand over thirty contribution points obediently; two, get beaten up by me, and then hand over the contribution points obediently. Which one do you choose?"

"Too arrogant, too arrogant!"

The Divine Might Group disciples wanted to fight him to the death, but they were restrained by the rules. Now, the only one who could defeat Lin Xuan and turn the tide was Xing Lifeng.

The onlookers, hearing Lin Xuan's words, were excited. They weren't part of the Divine Might Group, and many had been bullied by them. Now that someone could make the Divine Might Group suffer, they were naturally happy.

"I'll make you shut up!" Xing Lifeng slowly walked onto the arena, his gaze like a knife, enveloping Lin Xuan.

"Brother Feng will definitely win!" the Divine Might Group disciples shouted quietly.

"Relax, Brother Feng is at the peak of Fifth Rank Condensation Pulse. He won't lose, he can crush him with spiritual energy alone!"

Xing Lifeng stood in the center of the arena, his hands clenched into fists, his cold voice gradually rising: "Attack! I'll show you the power of the Divine Might Group!"