Chapter 77

Clang!

A light sound, the long sword was drawn, and the bright blade illuminated all around.

With a casual strike, the killing intent spread like ripples, the purple blade light shot towards the sky, piercing the void, and slashed at Lin Xuan with a fierce posture.

Just one draw of the sword, yet it was so powerful.

"So strong!"

"Truly worthy of the ten-match undefeated record!"

In the hall, the martial artists who saw Qi Jue's move all praised him.

Looking at the refinement of the blade light, it had already reached the peak of the Seventh Rank of the Condensation Pulse stage. Qi Jue was likely to break through soon. Some Eighth Rank Condensation Pulse martial artists also had serious expressions, as Qi Jue's potential was enough to draw their attention.

"Hmph! This Lin Xuan is definitely dead!" Ling Ze's eyes shone with anticipation.

"Alas, if there's no accident, this martial artist named Lin Xuan probably won't be able to avoid this move." Some martial artists lamented, after all, he had just obtained the power of the Seventh Rank Condensation Pulse, and it would be difficult to adapt in a short time.

After seeing this move, Lin Xuan's pupils constricted. He quickly used the Illusory Thunder Step, his figure becoming dreamlike and indistinguishable between reality and illusion.

Swoosh!

The purple blade light flashed, but it only hit an afterimage.

"Huh? He actually dodged?" In the hall, many martial artists were surprised, even Qi Jue himself was greatly taken aback.

They didn't know that Lin Xuan had precise control. Although his power had increased significantly, under his control, he could perfectly unleash it.

"Such a refined step!" Luo Qingshan's eyes flashed with admiration after seeing Lin Xuan's step. It seemed to be a Profound Rank martial technique, and he wondered how far Lin Xuan had practiced it.

Lin Xuan's movement was indeed fast, but Qi Jue's sword was not slow either. To maintain a ten-match undefeated record, he naturally had his advantages.

"Eight Strokes of the Ultimate Blade!" Qi Jue felt ashamed of his previous miss. He didn't want to waste time with Lin Xuan, so he used his signature blade technique right away.

"The Eight Strokes of the Ultimate Blade! Qi Jue is sure to win!" Some martial artists who supported Qi Jue were excited.

The purple blade light shone, a more than two-zhang-long pale purple blade aura extended from the long sword, emitting a dull whistling sound as it passed through the air.

Lin Xuan swept his sword horizontally, the blade covered with pale golden lightning arcs, a chaotic and fierce aura spread, swift as lightning, colliding with the purple blade light.

The clash of blade and sword caused a violent energy collision, making the air tremble. The tables and chairs on both sides shattered, and the ground was cut with terrifying cracks.

The sword aura soared, the blade light shot towards the sky.

Qi Jue didn't relax at all. He felt a strange force neutralizing the long sword in his hand, the originally aimed strike at Lin Xuan was forcibly deflected by a fraction.

"How is this possible?" Qi Jue's face changed drastically. It was one thing for Lin Xuan to dodge his first strike, as it was just a probing move. But now, even with the Eight Strokes of the Ultimate Blade, he still couldn't gain the upper hand, which was hard to accept.

"Something's wrong, how can he master the power of the Seventh Rank Condensation Pulse so quickly?" Could he have hidden his strength? Qi Jue thought of a more important issue.

But Lin Xuan clearly wouldn't give him an answer. Now that Lin Xuan could use the power of the Seventh Rank Condensation Pulse, he was extremely happy. He continued to slash his sword, the vast sword aura mixed with pale golden lightning arcs, forming a wind and thunder momentum.

"The power of the Seventh Rank Condensation Pulse is indeed strong, and the power of seven spirit meridians has even greater explosive and sustained power. However, this power is also harder to control." Lin Xuan analyzed in his heart. After all, with one more spirit meridian, he had to carefully study some things.

"If I can fully master the power of the Seventh Rank Condensation Pulse in this mental space, I can directly take the Spirit Gathering Pill when I go out." Lin Xuan felt a faint excitement in his heart.

He still had a pill that could directly increase his realm. If he could master the power of the Seventh Rank Condensation Pulse and then use this pill to advance, he could stabilize at the Seventh Rank Condensation Pulse in the shortest time without worrying about any side effects.

Thinking of this, Lin Xuan's offensive became even faster.

This scene made the martial artists watching the match extremely surprised.

"What? He's actually pressing Qi Jue? Am I seeing things?"

"It's impossible! This is absolutely impossible!"

Ling Ze's calm expression was completely gone. He straightened his body, clenched his fists, and stared at the screen without moving his eyes.

"Damn it, who can tell me what's going on!"

"Master, it's possible that this kid has hidden his strength." A black-clothed martial artist said beside him.

"Hidden strength?" Ling Ze's face darkened, "Damn it, I said he was so confident, he must have hidden his strength!"

"Little Brother Lin, well done!" Not far away, Ye Qing cheered.

This voice made Ling Ze even angrier when it reached his ears.

"They must have planned this." Ling Ze seemed to think of something, "They must have planned all this to win my spirit stones!"

Thinking of ten thousand spirit stones, Ling Ze's face showed pain. He had been one hundred percent confident, which was why he dared to bet ten thousand spirit stones, but he didn't expect to be tricked.

"Want to win my spirit stones? Not so easy!" Ling Ze summoned a black-clothed martial artist and whispered, "Go tell Fifth Master, have him find a way to manipulate the match result. No matter what, Lin Xuan must not win!"

The black-clothed martial artist received the order and quietly left…

In the mental space, Qi Jue felt extremely frustrated. He was completely restrained, even being led by Lin Xuan. The thought of being defeated by a Sixth Rank Condensation Pulse martial artist under everyone's watch made him want to bash his head in.

Lin Xuan, on the other hand, remained calm, his long sword very steady. He didn't seek a quick victory but attacked step by step according to his own rhythm.

However, the next moment, a voice suddenly sounded in his ear.

"Contestant number nine, I am the manager of this space. I hope you will voluntarily lose this match."

"What?" Lin Xuan was momentarily stunned, his offensive instantly paused, but he quickly regained his composure and thrust his sword again.

However, this slight flaw was seized by Qi Jue, who immediately counterattacked. He was a powerful martial artist, or he wouldn't have achieved a ten-match undefeated record.

Qi Jue's move succeeded, his spiritual energy surged, and he fully unleashed the Eight Strokes of the Ultimate Blade. The purple blade light was overwhelming, attacking Lin Xuan from all directions.

Under such a strong attack, Lin Xuan had no good countermeasures and could only keep the sword aura within three feet, adopting a defensive stance.

This shocking change made the martial artists in the hall exclaim. Their moods were like waves, fluctuating wildly.

"What's going on? Why did Lin Xuan suddenly become weak?" Some martial artists were puzzled.

"Maybe he didn't control his spiritual energy well, leading to rapid consumption. After all, it's not his real realm!" An Eighth Rank Condensation Pulse expert speculated.

Only Ling Ze knew that his order had taken effect.

"Lin Xuan, I have the vast Ling Family behind me. What do you have to fight me with!"