Chapter 185: Friendly spar [3]

Chapter 185: 185: Friendly spar [3]

According to the information gathered by the royal family, Lin Xuan should not possess strength much beyond that of a middle stage Golden Core Realm.

Yet the young Patriarch had casually blocked his attack and then forced him backward.

Perhaps Lin Xuan had reached the late stage of Golden Core.

Or maybe even the Peak Golden Core Realm.

Wei Rong’s expression became solemn.

No.

That still did not explain it.

A late-stage Golden Core cultivator could certainly fight someone at his level under the right circumstances, but Lin Xuan’s movements had been far too relaxed.

He had not even used his full strength.

Wei Rong suddenly vanished.

BOOM!

His figure appeared above Lin Xuan, his spear descending with overwhelming force.

Lin Xuan stepped sideways and the spear struck the ground making the earth exploded beneath them.

Wei Rong immediately twisted his wrist.

The spear swept horizontally, carrying enough force to tear through the air.

Lin Xuan bent backward and allowed the weapon to pass inches above his chest.

At the same time, his footwork changed as the flowing cloud chasing technique carried him several meters away in a single movement.

Wei Rong followed without hesitation.

His spear thrust forward again.

One thrust became three.

Three became nine.

In an instant, countless golden spear shadows filled the space around Lin Xuan.

The children watching from the side gasped.

Lin Xuan’s eyes narrowed slightly.

He moved through the gaps between the spear shadows with remarkable calmness.

Every step was precise.

Every movement seemed to flow naturally from the previous one.

Wei Rong’s expression grew darker.

He’s reading my attacks.

The realization made his heart sink.

Wei Rong immediately changed his approach and instead of pursuing Lin Xuan, he planted his spear firmly into the ground.

A tremendous wave of spiritual energy erupted from his body.

The golden spear shadows surrounding the training ground suddenly gathered toward him.

Wei Rong’s robes fluttered violently.

"Royal Heaven-Shaking Spear!"

A gigantic golden spear phantom appeared behind him.

The pressure caused the surrounding stones to tremble.

Lin Xuan looked at the enormous phantom and smiled faintly.

"Now that’s a spear technique."

His expression gradually became serious.

The Lin Family Trojan Spear Technique was certainly a respectable martial art, but compared to a technique passed down through the royal family, there was no real advantage.

The difference in heritage alone was enormous.

The Royal Heaven-Shaking Spear, even the name sounded grandiose.

Just by hearing the name, he could even recollect the memories of when the former Lin Xuan had heard of this technique before.

In fact, during his younger years, he had once been fascinated by the technique and had even tried to replicate some of its principles.

Unfortunately, the Lin Family’s spear technique simply could not reproduce the same overwhelming power.

And now, Lin Xuan was facing the genuine technique directly.

He knew better than to receive such an attack head-on.

His mind immediately told him to move yet his body did not respond.

Lin Xuan’s pupils contracted as he suddenly realized that his feet had become completely immobile, as though they had been rooted to the ground.

Move!

He tried to force his body to retreat yet nothing happened. His muscles refused to obey him.

The enormous golden spear continued descending toward him, growing closer with every passing moment.

A trace of cold sweat appeared on Lin Xuan’s forehead.

He had no idea why his body was refusing to follow his commands, but there was no time to investigate.

The attack was already upon him.

Lin Xuan gritted his teeth and tightened his grip around his spear.

If he could not dodge, then he could only defend.

His spiritual energy surged through his body and poured into his spear as he forcefully activated the Lin Family Trojan Spear Technique.

Rather than attempting to overpower the Royal Heaven-Shaking Spear, Lin Xuan focused entirely on redirecting and dispersing as much of its force as possible.

His spear swept upward and collided directly with the descending golden spear phantom.

BOOM!

A loud earth-shaking explosion erupted.

The shockwave spread in every direction, sending dust and loose stones flying across the ground.

The children hurriedly raised their arms to shield their faces.

Hai Yue’s eyes widened with excitement.

Hai Yun’s expression remained calm, though her gaze sharpened slightly.

Qian Deyu, however, leaned forward on his stone seat.

His eyes were fixed upon the center of the explosion.

Wei Rong’s expression had completely changed.

He had expected Lin Xuan to dodge.

Instead, the young Patriarch had actually chosen to meet his Royal Heaven-Shaking Spear head-on.

Is he really that confident in his own spear technique?

The dust gradually settled and Lin Xuan stood in the center of the training ground.

His clothes were slightly disheveled, and a few strands of hair had fallen across his forehead, but otherwise, he appeared completely unharmed.

There was not even a visible wound upon his body.

Wei Rong stared at him in disbelief.

He had unleashed the Royal Heaven-Shaking Spear with nearly all his strength, yet Lin Xuan had somehow survived the collision without suffering any visible injuries.

The surrounding children immediately began whispering among themselves, wondering which of the two had won the exchange.

Just then, Lin Xuan lowered his spear and raised one hand.

"I forfeit."

The words immediately silenced the training ground.

Wei Rong stared at him in surprise.

Lin Xuan did not offer any explanation as to why.

His expression remained calm, but his thoughts were anything but.

He had no choice but to stand there and receive the attack.

If this had been a real battle rather than a spar, he might have died.

All because his body had refused to move.

His mind had clearly understood the danger. He had known that the attack was too powerful to receive directly, yet his body had stubbornly remained rooted to the ground.

That realization made Lin Xuan’s expression gradually turn solemn.

What does it mean for a cultivator if he cannot completely control his own body?

Cultivation was ultimately the process of gaining control over one’s body and power.

A cultivator could possess overwhelming strength, powerful techniques, and an extraordinary cultivation realm, but if his own body could suddenly refuse to obey him, none of those advantages could guarantee his survival.

His situation was even more troubling.

The original Lin Xuan’s soul had existed within this body before his arrival.

He had always assumed that the soul had completely disappeared after his transmigration.

But what if that assumption was wrong?

What if the original Lin Xuan’s soul was still somewhere within this body?

What if that inexplicable refusal to move had not been his own decision?

A chill slowly spread through Lin Xuan’s heart.

If that’s really the case... then my future is bleak.

He was lucky this had been only a friendly spar.

If something like this happened during a genuine life-or-death battle, there would be no opportunity to simply forfeit afterward.

His opponent would not stop because his body had suddenly betrayed him.

Death would come immediately.

Lin Xuan took a slow breath as he continued walking.

I need to resolve this. Get rid of the other soul if needed.

Whatever was happening inside his body, he could not afford to ignore it.

If the original Lin Xuan’s soul truly remained trapped within him, it would become a serious problem.

And if he failed to deal with it.

Lin Xuan’s eyes gradually became cold.

Death would certainly come knocking on my door.