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On the battle stage, the two gales of energy finally subsided.

Ling Yun's body flickered, and floated backwards.

The protective light curtain around Ling Yuying gradually turned into light spots and dissipated. However, she herself was not harmed in the slightest.

Ling Yuying replied: "Haha, you didn't think of that, did you? Brother Yu was already prepared for this, and prepared such a backup plan for me. Ling Yun, you've already lost."

Ling Yun did not comment, and lightly said: "Isn't it too early to come to a conclusion?"

"Hmph, you're still being stubborn even now. Don't say that I didn't give you a chance. Right now, as long as you kneel down, admit defeat, kowtow, and apologize to me, I can still consider letting you go." Ling Yu said.

"Don't you feel bad at talking big all the time?" Ling Yun said coldly.

"Hmph. Idiot. Then don't blame me for not showing any mercy. Who told you to block my path?"

Ling Yuying's eyes became ruthless. She held her Mystic Light Sword and rushed forward again.

"Illusory Light Sword Technique, Falling Moon Slash!"

Elemental energy rolled on top of Ling Yuying's long sword, forming a silver moon wheel and thrusting towards Ling Yun.

This strike was like a jade plate falling from the heavens, causing an earth-shattering explosion.

"What a powerful sword attack! I'm afraid that even a warrior who had just entered the Mortal Origin Stage, level 7, might not be able to withstand it!" Some people in the audience couldn't help but exclaim.

"The difference in cultivation is too great. Ling Yun will probably not be able to withstand this sword."

Just when everyone thought that Ling Yun would be killed by this sword, he suddenly emitted a dangerous aura.

At Ling Yun's location, the Sacred Thunder Crossing Disaster Spell had been pushed to its peak. The thunder essence in his body surged, causing even the surface of Ling Yun's skin to be faintly covered with tiny electric arcs.

"The first move of Raging Dragon Fist, Tremor of the River!"

As Ling Yun's voice rang out, the blood and thunder essence in his arm violently trembled. With a punch, a red dragon image immediately whizzed out.

"What martial skill is this?"

"This... Could this really be the Raging Dragon Fist that is said to be the hardest to cultivate in the First Heavenly Pavilion? "

"No one has successfully learned Raging Dragon Fist before, so it is hard to say if this is Raging Dragon Fist, but its power... It cannot be faked! " The Ling Family elder's body trembled slightly. After swallowing a mouthful of saliva, he said with great difficulty, "In my opinion, it should be true."

Under the extremely astonished gaze of the crowd, the thick red fist aura was like a divine dragon as it ruthlessly attacked the edge of Ling Yuying's sword.

Bang.

A thunderclap sounded on the battle stage, shaking the surroundings.

"This... How was this possible! His power has actually surpassed mine. His cultivation is clearly so much lower than mine. " Ling Yuying felt an irresistible force from the sword being transmitted into her body.

Her eyes no longer held the pride and smugness from before. Instead, they brimmed with deep fear and shock.

Ah!

Ling Yuying screamed. With a flick of her wrist, her long sword flew out of her hand. Her body was also sent flying by the terrifying power of the Raging Dragon Fist.

"Ling Yuying actually lost!"

"Ling Yuying is a powerhouse who has just entered the Mortal Origin Stage, but she actually lost to Ling Yun, who is at the fifth level …" "This is unbelievable."

"This dark horse Ling Yun is simply as dark as it can be. Does he want to go all the way in?"

"After defeating Ling Yuying, he would have successfully advanced to the finals. Why do I feel that Ling Yu's position as the champion is a bit unstable now?"

"He can even use the insanely difficult Dragon Fist skill, what other things can he not do? I simply can't think of any."

"You lost." Ling Yun's expression was indifferent as he said to Ling Yuying who was lying on the ground.

Under the crowd's shocked gaze, Ling Yun's green robe fluttered, and he turned to leave.

Just when everyone thought that the outcome of the match had been decided, the referee prepared to announce the result.

Suddenly, Ling Yuying, who was lying on the ground, let out a twisted and venomous cry.

"It's impossible for me to lose to him. I didn't lose, I didn't lose."

Ling Yu Ying grabbed her sword that was dropped at the side, her expression fierce, as though she had gone mad and pierced towards Ling Yun's back.

"As long as I kill you, the winner will still be me."

A ray of sword radiance burst out from the sword in Ling Yuying's hand, and went straight for Ling Yun.

"Despicable!"

"This woman is simply unreasonable!"

"Ling Yun is in danger."

Shouts and exclamations rang out among the audience.

"Hmm? "Still not giving up?" Ling Yun stopped in his tracks and frowned deeply.

"There's no saving this woman who is chasing after fame and wealth."

Ling Yun's expression suddenly became stern. His eyebrows were like swords, and his lips were tightly pursed.

"Raging Dragon Fist!"

Ling Yun turned around and punched out. Immediately, the light in the fist roared forth like a dragon in rage.

"Crack crack."

The red fist light destroyed the sword in Ling Yuying's hand into countless pieces of metal fragments, which were sent flying back.

Ah!

The fist radiance mixed with countless broken pieces of the long sword smashed onto Ling Yuying's face, instantly making her vomit blood. In addition, there were also many broken pieces of the long sword that scraped across Ling Yuying's face, causing her beautiful face to immediately be drenched in blood, and countless wounds to appear on it.

"My face! Ah, Ling Yun, you have destroyed me! I will kill you! " Ling Yuying's hands were trembling. She wanted to touch her own face, but did not dare to do so, instead letting out a mournful wail.

"Did I ruin you? "Hmph, you brought this upon yourself!"

Ling Yun's expression was cold as he turned around and left.

"Ling Yun … "Victory."

The referee announced in a clear voice as he gave Ling Yuying a disgusted look.

"Serves you right! This is great news! "

"That's great, she's made herself look like this."

"Lingyun is already prepared to let her go, I didn't expect her to still be unwilling to give up and still want to sneak attack him. This is truly asking for it."

The spectators were all discussing amongst themselves. However, the majority of them were inclined towards Ling Yun, because Ling Yuying's actions were too despicable.

"Sister Ying, how are you?!" Ling Yu flew up onto the stage. When he saw Ling Yuying's tattered face, his entire face turned ashen. It was frighteningly cold.

"Brother Yu, help me take revenge!" He … He dares to disfigure my face, so I want him dead. " Ling Yuying grabbed Ling Yu's collar and shook it with all her might.

Ling Yu's eyes were filled with a terrifying killing intent, and her entire body was slightly trembling.

"Ling Yun!"

A furious roar exploded from Ling Yu's mouth.

Hearing this roar, Ling Yun stopped in his tracks, turned around, and looked at Ling Yu coldly.

"Ling Yun, you have destroyed my, Ling Yu's, woman, and I will make you pay! Tomorrow is the finals, I will take your life in front of everyone! You just wait and see. "

Ling Yun indifferently said: "Just come, I will be afraid of you?"