Chapter 1504 - 1503: The Last Gasp of the Overstretched Bow

Chapter 1504: Chapter 1503: The Last Gasp of the Overstretched Bow

Swish!

As Ling Chen was in shock, the figure of the Sword Prison Spirit vanished from its original place. In Ling Chen’s eyes, the eight weapons were already slashing towards him. In his line of sight, the Sword Prison Spirit unleashed six sword techniques at once, with Sword Light densely filling the space in front of Ling Chen.

No matter how surprised he was, Ling Chen could only grit his teeth and hold his ground. He had to forcibly confront it, using the Twin Swords in his hands to face the Sword Prison Spirit’s six major techniques!

Puchi! Puchi!

In just the blink of an eye, a sword mark was left on Ling Chen’s abdomen, almost piercing through. Even though Ling Chen blocked three of the attacks with his Twin Swords and dodged two, one strike still hit him. Even with only a one in six chance of landing a hit, it inflicted considerable injury on him.

Ling Chen had no time to catch his breath as the Sword Prison Spirit once again raised its sword to attack, with densely packed sword techniques, leaving no time to parry or defend.

"Too many techniques."

While defending, Ling Chen’s expression turned grim. This was no longer just a matter of strength; the pressure had suddenly increased several times, at least tripling. This Sword Prison Spirit was not a normal entity but a battle machine proficient in various powerful sword techniques.

He never imagined that the one guarding the eighteenth floor would be such a monster.

After a round of exchanges, Ling Chen had several more sword marks on his body, bloody and burning painfully. Although one wouldn’t die in this Sword Prison, the pain was real enough to impact one’s combat prowess, as the body’s nerves were damaged. As long as pain was felt, it would affect fighting ability!

Fighting such a battle machine was simply a nightmare.

Outside.

Silhouettes still waited on the spot. Not a single person left. Clearly, everyone was waiting for the final result; they wanted to know how many miracles Ling Chen could create, whether he would stop at this eighteenth floor or press on, breaking through the last floor of the Sword Prison and completely clearing this sacred forbidden ground!

Many people’s eyes were fixated on the light on the Thousand Zhang Giant Sword. They had already secretly vowed that even if Ling Chen cleared it, they would not show any sign of shock!

"Why hasn’t he come out yet?"

The people felt a bit restless. Including the wait at the sixteenth and seventeenth floors, they had already been waiting for nearly two days, just waiting here with no result.

Yet not a single person left midway because now was the moment to witness history; leaving now would mean missing a historical moment. Many warriors had even traveled from afar overnight just to witness this miraculous moment.

Success or failure, Ling Chen would be the creator of the top record in the Sword Prison.

The eighteenth floor is unprecedented.

"It should be enough, right?"

An old swordsman muttered to himself.

Ling Chen had already broken so many records. At this rate, the entire Sword Prison would be cleared by Ling Chen, yet Ling Chen wasn’t from Yingzhou but a person from the Nine Provinces. This was not something for which the swordsmen of Yingzhou could feel any joy.

The Sword Prison is such a great and sacred place, with the eighteenth floor being the most profound and mysterious. If Ling Chen breaks through, the mysterious veil of the final level of the Sword Prison would be completely lifted, leaving no mystery at all.

"Who on earth guards the eighteenth floor of the Sword Prison?"

Beichuan Ye murmured, not only he, but everyone had this question. Who could surpass Master Gongben and the Shinobi God? Such a figure shouldn’t even exist...

"It must be a peerless figure at the level of Supreme Experts."

Pierless Sword’s eyes showed a glimmer of light, but he regretted it as soon as he spoke. It was nonsense. Although Master Gongben was not a Supreme Expert, he was as good as one. And about the Shinobi God, no one knew if he had Shattered Void, but his status alone was above Master Gongben’s, which suggests that he too was of the Supreme Expert rank.

"Whoever guards this eighteenth floor, it’s certain that its difficulty will far exceed the preceding stages."

Hong Ye gazed solemnly at the Sword Prison before her. She sincerely hoped that Ling Chen could break through this eighteenth floor and set the highest record. If you do something, go to the extreme, make the whole Yingzhou tremble for Ling Chen’s achievement!

At this moment, in the Sword Prison.

Clang clang clang clang clang!

As the Sword Light collided mid-air, sparks erupted fiercely, dazzling to the eyes. In this shower of sparks, two figures were endlessly crossing each other, moving swiftly.

Ling Chen’s body was covered in a dense patch of sword marks, at least more than fifty, many places accumulated two or three sword hits, almost leading to broken limbs.

Yet, despite such severe injuries, not to mention the impact on the body, the mere pain was enough to render an expert immobile, let alone continue wielding a sword in battle.

The fact that Ling Chen could endure thus far was entirely due to his strong willpower. It allowed him to disregard his injuries; when True Qi was insufficient, willpower could unlock bodily potential, forcibly maintaining strength for a while longer.

Yet even so, it was just a matter of buying time. Once the potential was exhausted, he’d fall into a period of weakness, possibly with irreversible aftereffects!

But in this Sword Prison, Ling Chen had no such concerns, for no matter how grievous the injuries here, they’d not affect his true self, as any injury here could fully heal.

Otherwise, he’d have already died during that mutual destruction with the Shinobi God on the seventeenth floor; he wouldn’t have had a chance to stand here.

However, at this critical juncture, his body was truly at the end of its rope. Initially, it was severe external wounds, but now, after exchanging hundreds of moves, even his internal organs were poked with holes, pushing his body close to the brink of collapse.

Deep within his body, a faint sense of fatigue was quickly spreading!

And at this moment, the Sword Prison Spirit suddenly burst forth violently, its form appearing before Ling Chen, attacking with those eight swords in a frenzy!

Puchi! Puchi! Puchi!

Even though Ling Chen had discerned the trajectory of the eight Sword Lights, three swords still pierced through him, one in the heart, one in the abdomen, and one in the throat—all vital points, instantly cutting off Ling Chen’s lifeline.