Chapter 1339 - 1338: Strongest Secret Technique

Chapter 1339: Chapter 1338: Strongest Secret Technique

"It’s time to test endurance. Whoever can withstand the pressure will make it to the end."

"It’s a bit uncertain, I’ve heard Ling Chen only recently broke through to Saint and his realm might not be stable. I fear he doesn’t have much True Qi stored in his Dantian."

"It is indeed dangerous. Ling Chen has probably just successfully condensed his Saint Body, which might still be quite fragile. In terms of defense and recovery, he certainly can’t compare to Beichuan Ye..."

The youth geniuses of the Nine Provinces frowned, full of worry.

In contrast, Qing Ji’s face suddenly showed a hint of joy. "No matter how talented you are, you still have to lose to Senior Brother Beichuan Ye."

As long as Beichuan Ye can defeat Ling Chen, he will gain great benefits, not just fame and honor, but also endless fortune.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

In the Tornado Storm, the two had already exchanged hundreds of moves, each one with full strength, shaking the ground and darkening the sky.

"Ling Chen, admit defeat! You cannot beat me."

By this point in the battle, Beichuan Ye was very confident. In terms of endurance, Ling Chen absolutely could not compare. In terms of Saint Body strength, Ling Chen’s newly condensed Saint Body was at most First Order in strength, while he had reached the peak of the First Order. His cultivation had also advanced to the Saint Realm Second Layer. In every aspect, he had completely surpassed Ling Chen.

And Ling Chen’s advantages had all but vanished, leaving him with no chance to turn the tide.

"It’s not over until the last moment. How can you be sure you will win?"

Ling Chen remained calm, unaffected.

"Stubborn fool!"

Beichuan Ye’s eyes flashed with determination, and his attacks grew fiercer. In his eyes, Ling Chen surely couldn’t last much longer, only barely holding on, with not much time left!

But soon, Beichuan Ye’s expression changed because Ling Chen’s sword speed was no slower, and as the battle continued Ling Chen remarkably held on, his swordsmanship unbroken, matching him blow for blow, with no sign of weakening.

"Impossible! Does his True Qi’s level of intensity match mine?"

Beichuan Ye couldn’t accept it. His cultivation was higher than Ling Chen’s; logically, his True Qi should be far more potent. But in this clash, he realized he had overestimated himself.

In fact, Beichuan Ye’s cultivation technique was one of the most advanced in Yingzhou, an Upper Grade Saint Technique, not inferior to Ling Chen’s Ling Tian Sword Scripture. In terms of True Qi potency, Ling Chen surely couldn’t compare to Beichuan Ye. However, Ling Chen’s control over True Qi was incredibly strong, leaving no waste when employing sword techniques, creating the illusion that his True Qi was exceptionally abundant.

"The injuries... He just condensed a First Order Saint Body; his body is extremely fragile. With so many sword wounds accumulating on him, he will soon be unable to endure."

Beichuan Ye thought to himself, since True Qi couldn’t wear Ling Chen down, then physical endurance would. He didn’t believe Ling Chen’s First Order Saint Body could outlast his Second-order Saint Body.

But soon, Beichuan Ye noticed something was wrong. After tearing Ling Chen’s robes, he saw that more than seventy percent of Ling Chen’s sword wounds had already healed! The remaining scars were healing at a truly astounding pace, much faster than his own!

"How is that possible? His body’s recovery speed is faster than mine?"

Beichuan Ye was nearly in despair. He couldn’t overpower Ling Chen with True Qi, and his Second-order Saint Body could not surpass Ling Chen’s First Order Saint Body. It was unthinkable.

"Beichuan Ye, weren’t you planning to outlast me? Then I’ll accompany you in this battle of attrition!"

Ling Chen’s lips curled into a smile. Though his Saint Body was only First Order, it was formed by absorbing and refining a large amount of Saint Body Ointment. On top of that, Ling Chen had consumed an Undying Fruit, greatly enhancing his body’s recovery ability, ten times that of an ordinary Saint, allowing his wounds to heal so rapidly, leaving Beichuan Ye far behind.

This scene caused Beichuan Ye’s face to darken. He finally understood why Ling Chen remained as stable as Mount Tai; he knew that even in a battle of attrition, he would outlast Beichuan Ye. As things were, it would be him who lost, while Ling Chen was assured of victory!

"This cannot continue!"

Beichuan Ye’s face was gloomy as water, thinking to himself. Previously, when he thought the situation was in his favor, he engaged in battle of True Qi and endurance, realizing now it was to his disadvantage. He could not afford to continue this way against Ling Chen.

BOOM!

With another clash, Beichuan Ye’s throat tasted sweet as blood nearly spewed out but he forcefully suppressed it.

Taking this opportunity, Beichuan Ye retreated swiftly, and during his retreat, he quickly formed seals with his hands and used the Shadow Clone Technique, creating clones to confuse Ling Chen’s senses.

With Beichuan Ye’s current state, his shadow clones were naturally not very strong, broken by Ling Chen easily. In an instant, all eight shadow clones were shattered by Ling Chen, disappearing without a trace.

But for Beichuan Ye, as long as he could stall Ling Chen even momentarily, his goal was achieved. By creating distance from Ling Chen, he could avoid further depletion.

Retreating hundreds of meters away, Beichuan Ye finally stopped, and after stabilizing his posture, he gazed at Ling Chen, eyes gleaming, saying, "Ling Chen, consider yourself honored, for you are the first in years to force out my strongest secret technique. No one else has that privilege."

Beichuan Ye spoke shocking words.

"What, Beichuan Ye still has his strongest secret technique unused? That’s impossible!"

"That’s exaggerated, the previous battles were already shaking the heavens and the earth, tearing ghosts and gods. If Beichuan Ye were to use his strongest secret technique, how could Ling Chen withstand it!"

The crowd was nearly dropping their eyeballs in shock, their surprise unsurpassed. Twice might be acceptable, but they couldn’t fathom how many times this had happened. The two seemed to have endless trump cards, never exhausting them. They could no longer tell if what they said was true or false, or whether these trump cards were truly their ultimate moves.

"What a coincidence; I also have one move left unused. Why don’t we see whose final move is superior?"

Ling Chen’s eyes flashed with a hint of brightness, and in the next moment, he drew out the Red Sky Sword with his left hand. He held the Twin Swords in both hands, and his aura gathered once more, preparing for the final strike.

"What? Ling Chen also has an ace up his sleeve unused?"

On the summit of Mount Kunlun, the young generation was dumbfounded, their expressions shocked to the point of numbness, unable to utter a single word.