Chapter 2408 - 2409: Battle

Chapter 2408: Chapter 2409: Battle

"Hah!"

With a low shout, a breath of turbid air was lightly expelled, and from between Lin Chen’s hands, a burst of extremely powerful force suddenly erupted.

Only this power was different from before—earlier, what Lin Chen had used were Wang Hao’s sword techniques.

Their might was astonishing and the momentum overwhelming, but the consumption was equally shocking.

And now, Lin Chen clearly did not intend to use such overwhelmingly powerful sword techniques.

After all, what Pan Hao was holding in his hand right now was a sacred relic of the sect.

No matter where that thing came from or what kind of origin it had, its hardness was something Lin Chen understood all too well.

With Lin Chen’s current strength, even combined with his Tianyan Ancient Sword, it was difficult to break it open.

So naturally Lin Chen didn’t want to waste time like that anymore. He already had a plan in mind: use hit‑and‑run tactics to seek out Pan Hao’s flaws, and only at the end deliver a fatal strike!

This way, not only could he save Spiritual Energy, he could also use the exchanges to uncover all of Pan Hao’s weaknesses.

Lin Chen’s brows and eyes were cold. At this moment, there was only one Longsword left in his hand—naturally, it was his Tianyan Ancient Sword. That Longsword, carrying a biting cold gleam, began to dance toward Pan Hao.

Though dual swords would slightly enhance Lin Chen’s strength, when it came to hit‑and‑run fighting, it was naturally lighter and more agile for Lin Chen to wield just a single sword.

The gleam of the blade flickered, an occasional hint of sharpness in the darkness of night. Lin Chen’s body moved just as quickly and swiftly. His figure might look a bit bedraggled, but the injuries inside his body had already recovered.

So his speed did not appear sluggish; in just a few breaths, he had already drifted to Pan Hao’s front.

"Courting death!"

Seeing this, Pan Hao also let out a cold laugh. Lin Chen in front of him was treating him so lightly—how could that possibly make him feel good?

Pan Hao gripped the pitch‑black round rod with one hand, while the other hung down at his side, fingers slightly clenched, as if ready at any moment to deliver a fatal blow to the approaching Lin Chen!

His eyes tracked through the air, as though trying to discern Lin Chen’s next attack angle. After all, his current body was condensed from blood alone and couldn’t sense Lin Chen’s aura. Otherwise, why would things be so troublesome?

In that brief silence, Lin Chen had already rushed toward Pan Hao.

The Longsword bloomed with sword‑flowers, cold light flashing. On both sides of the blade, the reflections of Lin Chen and Pan Hao were cast.

That sword was executing Lin Chen’s most basic sword pattern, swinging in from the right side. The direction of the slash, naturally, was the same as before—toward Pan Hao’s waist.

This strike came down without the slightest hesitation, as if that previous missed attack had nothing to do with the Lin Chen now.

The only difference was that now Lin Chen was holding the sword in his right hand, and the swinging direction was from right to left, looking exceedingly awkward.

And Pan Hao also noticed this.

"Once wasn’t enough for you? You still want more?" 𝘧𝓇ℯℴ𝓂

Pan Hao gave a cold sneer. As he saw the blade sweep in, his abdomen contracted. At the moment of contraction, his belly seemed to forcibly pull backward an unbelievable distance, causing Lin Chen’s strike to completely fall short.

Just as Pan Hao had said, having already seen this kind of attack before, Lin Chen’s expression did not ripple in the slightest upon witnessing this bizarre scene again—not even a twitch.

He had long since prepared himself, so Pan Hao’s response did not surprise him at all.

"There’s a road to heaven, and you refuse to walk it!"

With Lin Chen’s strike missing, Pan Hao’s eyes caught the opening in Lin Chen’s posture. How could he possibly let Lin Chen retreat so easily?

With an angry roar, Pan Hao swung the round rod, taking advantage of the moment before Lin Chen could generate new power. One brutal swing of the rod was aimed straight at Lin Chen’s forehead.

This strike could only be called vicious. His arm suddenly shot forward, his hand still gripping that same round rod.

If this blow smashed hard into the top of Lin Chen’s head, there was no telling how badly Lin Chen would be battered and bleeding. After all, that round rod was extremely tough, far beyond ordinary materials. How could Lin Chen not understand that?

But before this, he had already made certain preparations.

So when Pan Hao’s strike approached, no trace of fear could be seen on Lin Chen’s face. Instead, he stepped forward once more.

With that step, the Longsword before him happened to sweep to the very center of Pan Hao’s abdomen.

Only that spot was now completely empty, thanks to Pan Hao having pulled his abdomen back.

Even though Lin Chen had stepped forward, the distance between him and Pan Hao was still a bit much—still not enough to injure Pan Hao.

But Pan Hao’s attack was another story.

With Lin Chen stepping in, the space between them shrank further, and that round rod was now less than half a meter from Lin Chen’s skull!

If Lin Chen didn’t defend, the next blow would land solidly on his head.

Seeing such a scene, even Pan Hao couldn’t help revealing a somewhat disdainful smile.

In his eyes, no matter how strong Lin Chen’s strength was, he was ultimately just a youth in his early twenties. How could he know that Lin Chen had experiences back on Earth?

In terms of battle experience alone, Lin Chen was in no way inferior to Pan Hao. Of course, here in the Mystic Realm, the existence of Spiritual Energy fluctuations did introduce minor unfamiliarities for Lin Chen.

"Lift."

With danger looming, Lin Chen seemed not to notice the incoming blow at all. He only lightly uttered a single word, and as that word fell, the sword force in his hand shifted.

The Longsword that was positioned at the center of Pan Hao’s abdomen suddenly changed its attack pattern with Lin Chen’s low shout.

Yet the momentum of his original swing did not halt. As the word left his lips, the sword abruptly changed, altering its attack trajectory and swiftly lifting from below to stab upward.

This motion was extremely practiced, all thanks to Lin Chen’s several days of grueling training in Wang Hao’s cave.

The sword techniques in Wang Hao’s cave were entirely basic, but the final sword mark encompassed all fundamental sword skills.

This was something Lin Chen still could not fully replicate, because it was completely driven by Spiritual Energy and required extremely strong control. But as for controlling the sword’s physical movement like he was now, Lin Chen could manage it.

And right at this moment, the round rod above Lin Chen’s head also descended fiercely, falling as Lin Chen’s attack rhythm shifted.