Chapter 1501 - 1500: Fight Without Reservation

Chapter 1501: Chapter 1500: Fight Without Reservation

"That kid, did he actually engage with the Shinobi God?"

Outside the Sword Prison, countless shadows stared fixedly at the seventeenth layer of the Thousand Zhang Giant Sword, holding their breath for fear of missing the pivotal moment.

Judging from the extent to which the seventeenth layer’s light flickered, there seemed to be an intense battle underway.

"How is it possible? How could this kid be a match for the Shinobi God? Under the Shinobi God, no one can withstand three rounds, right?"

A middle-aged swordsman showed an expression of disbelief.

"Three rounds? Impossible, not even able to withstand a single round."

Another experienced swordsman also shook his head.

In their minds, the Shinobi God held a status that surpassed even Master Gongben, because no matter how powerful the latter might be, he was still human. The Shinobi God, however, transcended the realm of common ninjas, becoming a near-divine existence.

Ling Chen managing to break through Master Gongben’s guarded sixteenth layer was indeed hard for them to fathom, yet still within the realm of possibility. But the idea that Ling Chen could defeat the Shinobi God’s mind clone and penetrate the seventeenth layer of the Sword Prison was completely beyond belief, utterly impossible.

"Ling Chen is actually challenging the Shinobi God!"

Beichuan Ye swallowed hard, shock surfacing in his eyes. If those Ninja Art Schools from Yingzhou were here, their shock would be tenfold!

This battle, by all accounts, seemed doomed to a prescribed result.

"Perhaps Ling Chen just has a sliver of hope."

Yet at this moment, Peerless Sword’s calm demeanor provoked a stirring response.

"Hope?"

Both Beichuan Ye and Hong Ye looked at Peerless Sword in astonishment, unsure how he reached such a conclusion.

Yet it was understandable since Peerless Sword was from the Nine Provinces and did not grasp the Shinobi God’s standing among Yingzhou’s warriors, having such thoughts wasn’t bizarre.

After contemplating a moment, Peerless Sword said slowly, "This Shinobi God may indeed be powerful, but his invincibility is solely in terms of ninjutsu. Right now, in this Sword Prison, the primary test is not of ninjutsu but of swordsmanship. Hence, even if the Shinobi God wields world-destroying ninjutsu, he might not be able to use it here in the Sword Prison."

Upon hearing this, Beichuan Ye and Hong Ye’s eyes lit up simultaneously. True, the Shinobi God was invincible, but this was the Sword Prison, not a ninja’s trial ground—the Shinobi God, as the Gatekeeper of the Sword Prison, was likely only able to unleash his swordsmanship to the utmost, with his ninjutsu restricted.

Of course, these were mere speculations, as none had reached the seventeenth layer or seen the Shinobi God’s mind clone, so who knew what the scenario actually was?

Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!

Within the seventeenth layer of the Sword Prison, explosions thundered like artillery, shattering the ground and causing the air to tremble. In mid-air, blackness overshadowed, as the storm enveloped two figures, battling fiercely.

Ling Chen’s clothes were tattered, with no inch of his body unmarred, bloodied wounds debilitating him—but instead of despair, his face bore a surprising hint of delight!

His joy naturally wasn’t because he was so gravely injured but rather because the Shinobi God faced significant restriction in the Sword Prison, severely limited in the types of ninjutsu he could use; many powerful techniques were unusable, granting Ling Chen a chance to pass!

If the Shinobi God unleashed his ultimate ninjutsu, Ling Chen might have utterly no ability to resist, falling into illusion technique, suffering defeat and elimination.

Opposite Ling Chen, not far away stood the Shinobi God ensconced in darkness, clutching a Small Tachi that appeared nimble and somewhat short for typical swordsmen but perfect for a ninja’s close combat.

After Ling Chen fended off the prior offensive wave, the Shinobi God launched a close-range assault, promising for Ling Chen—but to his surprise, even at that, the Shinobi God’s swordsmanship was terrifyingly advanced, comparable to Master Gongben.

This was just at the level of swordsmanship, notwithstanding that the Shinobi God excelled at various attributes of ninjutsu; his combat prowess overall exceeded Master Gongben by a degree.

Swoosh!

Ling Chen moved swiftly towards the location of the Shinobi God, a fierce light flickering in his eyes. Battling the Shinobi God posed no burden, regardless of loss, for even failure meant an exhilarating battle—his swordsmanship honed extensively, victory and loss transformed into mere insignificance.

With his mind transparent, Ling Chen’s swordsmanship grew more unconstrained—since victory and defeat were trivial, he fought with abandon; defeat wasn’t a disgrace!

As Ling Chen’s figure dashed midway, with a "whoosh," the Shinobi God moved, transforming into black smoke and reappearing right before Ling Chen. The Small Tachi in his hand maneuvered inexplicably, bypassing Ling Chen’s Twin Swords, heading straight for his throat!

Face slightly changed, Ling Chen’s neural reflexes reached their peak; abruptly changing tactics, his Twin Swords guarded the throat’s region perfectly blocking the elusive Small Tachi, sparking brilliant sparks instantly!

Crackle, crackle, crackle, crackle...

The Shinobi God’s Small Tachi pressed fiercely against Ling Chen’s Twin Swords. In terms of strength, how could he match the Shinobi God? As the blade’s edge was about to slice Ling Chen’s throat, his gaze shifted unexpectedly. He released his right hand from the Thunder Sound Sword and drew the third Treasure Sword, the Soul Destroying Sword from his waist, thrusting it forward at lightning speed!

Crack!

As Ling Chen unsheathed the sword, the Shinobi God’s Small Tachi vanished before his eyes, cutting through Ling Chen’s neck, decapitating him!

Yet at the moment of Ling Chen’s beheading, his headless body completed the assassination move, the Soul Destroying Sword skewering the Shinobi God’s throat, piercing through his neck.