Chapter 1340 - 1339: Deadly Moves Collide

Chapter 1340: Chapter 1339: Deadly Moves Collide

At this moment, all of the young generation, even the seasoned kings like the Unparalleled King and the Heaven Exterminating King, admired Ling Chen to the utmost. At times like this, there was no distinction between seniors and juniors. What they admired was Ling Chen’s strength; the title of Sword King was well-deserved.

Such a brilliant talent only seemed possible in books, not in the real world.

"Ling Chen! I fear I won’t be able to catch up to him in this lifetime!"

Gazing at Ling Chen, whose momentum soared into the sky, Peerless Sword heaved a heavy sigh. Once upon a time, he had competed with Ling Chen on the same stage, but now, Ling Chen had left his former rival far behind, the gap between them unimaginable.

"Peerless Sword, you don’t have to be too disheartened. Both you and I are exceptional talents ranked high on the Ten Thousand Years Green History Wall. So long as we strive, even if we can’t surpass Ling Chen, overtaking other Youth Kings shouldn’t be difficult for us."

Liu Mengru offered timely comfort to Peerless Sword. While it was true that ever since Ling Chen’s rise, she herself had been battered by her younger cousin’s accomplishments, she didn’t want to see her old rival fall into despair—it would be too much of a pity.

"Don’t worry, I won’t fall into despair."

Peerless Sword’s eyes flashed with unwavering resolve. Who was Peerless Sword, after all? How could he be so easily defeated? Once this Kunlun Mountain appointment was over, he planned to leave the Nine Provinces Land and venture overseas to sharpen his swordsmanship. In the Nine Provinces Land, most people knew his royal family identity and would refrain from going all out against him. But beyond the Nine Provinces, no one would care about his status as the royal family’s top genius. Only by enduring the crucible of life and death could his mindset break through, and his strength rise rapidly.

Nearby, Wei Wuxian also wore a complex expression, feeling no less struck than Peerless Sword. Initially, he thought the gap between him and Ling Chen wasn’t significant, believing that once he fully awakened the potential of the Sword Devil, Ling Chen would certainly not be his match.

But now, he realized how woefully wrong he was.

The truth was that if he didn’t quickly awaken the Sword Devil’s potential, he’d struggle even to catch Ling Chen’s shadow, the gulf between them already a chasm.

His eyes shot with a cold glint. Under the formidable pressure from Ling Chen, Wei Wuxian’s aura seemed to enhance, albeit insignificantly. Awakening the Sword Devil’s potential wasn’t something that could be achieved in a day or two.

"Do you have a trump card too?"

Beichuan Ye’s gaze flickered as he stared at Ling Chen. He wasn’t sure if Ling Chen was merely bluffing or speaking the truth. Given what he knew of his opponent, the latter wasn’t one to bluff; if he said so, there was a high likelihood it was true.

Interesting, very interesting!

Beichuan Ye wasn’t nervous at all; rather, he burst out laughing. Then he squinted at Ling Chen, saying, "Ling Chen, I hope you won’t disappoint me! Otherwise, with this trump card of mine, I might very well kill you!"

"If you truly have such skill, then what harm is there in dying by your sword?"

Ling Chen’s expression remained indifferent, his lips curling up suddenly, "The only fear is that it won’t be me dying by your sword, but you being slain by mine."

"Is that so?"

Beichuan Ye’s eyes widened as he fixed his gaze on Ling Chen. He ceased his chatter, focusing his entire aura against Ling Chen, preparing a mighty killing move.

Two peerless figures stood suspended in the air, facing off against each other. Meanwhile, the Tornado Storm continued roaring around them; yet amidst the silence and motionlessness between them, the entire world seemed to stand still.

Boom! Boom!

Almost in the same instant, both charged toward one another. The terrifying force of the impact roared, unable to be masked by the Tornado Storm.

"Tian Chen One Blade Style!"

"Dual Sword Stream · Thunder Cut!"

Their ultimate attacks were unleashed almost simultaneously. Beichuan Ye’s Tian Chen One Blade Style was a powerful sword strike executed in a moment of inspiration, infused with the Great Perfection level of the True Meaning of Wind, slicing towards Ling Chen with full force.

Meanwhile, Ling Chen also initiated his strikes, employing the Dual Sword Stream technique. Not just a simple Dual Sword Stream, but one where both swords wielded Thunder Cut simultaneously, creating a cross-shaped lightning sword qi that slashed out in symmetry!

Bang!

Beichuan Ye’s critical strike and Ling Chen’s dual Thunder Cut clashed fiercely. With a violent crash, in the midst of those astonished gazes, Beichuan Ye’s critical strike shattered Ling Chen’s cross-shaped lightning sword qi, while Ling Chen’s cross-shaped lightning sword qi also broke through Beichuan Ye’s critical strike. Almost simultaneously, the attacks grazed past each other’s trajectories and shot towards their respective bodies.

Both Ling Chen and Beichuan Ye were already extremely fatigued, naturally finding it difficult to react further. The best they could do was erect True Qi Defense walls in front of them to fend off the opponent’s attack. Yet, these True Qi Defense walls shattered in an instant. Subsequently, sword qi from both sides struck them, sending their bodies flying back violently.

Pshh!

A blood hole suddenly appeared in Ling Chen’s chest, with blood gushing out of the wound. His body flew backward, crashing into a mountain peak and shattering it completely. As for Beichuan Ye’s body, it was struck by two swords. The first sword hit his chest, piercing through his body. Just on the edge of life and death, his neck tilted slightly, with the lightning sword qi scraping past without touching him. Yet, the next moment, his neck spurted out a massive amount of blood; his carotid artery had been slashed by the sword qi, impossible to staunch the flow.

Wow!

Beichuan Ye’s body tumbled into the Snow Mountain Lake below, the area where he fell rapidly dyed red with blood.

"What terrifying sword techniques!"

The numerous young talents watching were all shaken down to their core. If either Ling Chen or Beichuan Ye was replaced by any of them, they’d likely be dead without a chance of survival. It was no exaggeration to say earlier that this sword strike could very well kill the opponent—it was not an idle boast.

"Who won?"

Many eyes either settled on the collapsed mountain peak or focused on the area of the lake stained red. Everyone held their breath, highly concentrated, not daring to be distracted in the slightest.

At this moment, whoever could still stand up would be the winner.

Boom!

Just then, the lake water suddenly exploded, and a figure shot out, covered in blood. It was actually Beichuan Ye.

"What? Beichuan Ye won?"

Many young talents turned pale. Based on what they had just witnessed, Beichuan Ye should have been more severely injured. How could it be that Beichuan Ye won?