C42

The second day of the final, the quarter-finals began.

When Lingyun came back to the training grounds, it was already packed full to the brim, the middle of the stage crowded to the point that not even a drop of water could trickle through.

The first quarter of the competition was between Ling Nanqin and the other young genius of the Ling family.

The two's realms were about the same, but Ling Nanqin's martial skills and cultivation technique were obviously more outstanding. In the end, she won by Ling Nanqin.

Because of this, Ling Nanqin became the first direct descendant genius to enter the top four.

Next, the second and third quarter-finals were held one after another.

Ling Kun, who was known as the number one young genius of the Ling Family, had also unexpectedly won a place in the top four.

The match ended.

"The fourth match, Ling Yun will definitely fight Ling Yun."

As soon as the judge's voice fell, Ling Jue was the first to appear on the arena.

"Ling Yun, come and die."

Ling Jue held a longsword that was carved with complicated patterns, and pointed it straight at Ling Yun who was below the stage.

Ling Yun let out a cold snort, and leapt onto the stage to confront Ling Jue from afar.

As their gazes met, a strong smell of gunpowder permeated the entire arena and the atmosphere was extremely tense.

"Ling Jue seems to be extremely hostile towards Ling Yun."

"Hehe, this is how Ling Jue provoked Ling Yun from the very start. Looks like the battle between them today, won't be good."

"I heard that when Ling Jue was training in the Green Thunder Mountain Range, he had gone to find Ling Yun. There was even an intense conflict between the two, if it wasn't for Miss Ling Nanqin passing by, this battle would have probably unfolded."

"Is that so? Then this battle will be great."

Below the stage, the Ling Family clansmen were all somewhat excited, looking forward to the exciting battle.

Needless to say, Ling Jue had been famous in the Ling family for a long time, and his rank was only second to Ling Kun. He was the number two seed of the Ling family's generation, and had already entered the eighth level of the Mortal Origin Stage for a long time.

As for Ling Yun, he was a dark horse that had just entered everyone's line of sight. Along the way, he crossed ranks to fight and had never lost before.

This was why this battle received so much more attention than the other three battles.

"Don't you have superior talent? Tsk tsk, then today, I will cripple you. I want to see just how a trash can fight against me! " Ling Jue's gaze was filled with an ominous glint, as he stared straight at Ling Yun.

Ling Yun's expression was calm as he replied: "A lot of people wanted to cripple me. You're not the first, but in the end, those people were all crippled by me, or even killed by me. You can try."

"Really? I'm not someone that those trash can compare to …"

Just as Ling Jue finished speaking, he moved. His figure was extremely fast, like a fierce tiger descending a mountain. Origin Energy surged through his body, stirring up strong winds in all directions.

In his hand, that treasured sword with complicated patterns on it was instantly unsheathed. A cold light flashed on the tip of the blade, and like a snake coming out of its lair, it pierced towards Ling Yun with a tricky and sharp angle.

"Thunderstorm Sword!"

"Shua!"

Rampant rays of lightning burst out from the tip of Ling Jue's sword. The lightning surged, producing a lightning-like sword aura.

"How powerful, this sword attack can slay an expert at the middle level of the Mortal Origin Stage." Someone exclaimed.

Under the tense gaze, Ling Yun's pupils constricted, and his body slightly moved, dodging the sword by a hair's breadth.

"Sizzle!"

An incomparably sharp sword energy fiercely shot past Ling Yun's face, and cut off a few strands of his hair. Finally, it penetrated into a deep hole the size of a thumb on the bluestone platform.

"That was close!" The Ling Family members in the audience were all frightened out of their wits.

"Humph, again!"

After failing with his sword, Ling Jue changed his attack to a hack, swinging the treasured sword that was wrapped in lightning light, chopping down towards Ling Yun's head.

A thunder sword qi extended for several meters and slashed down towards Ling Yun.

"Break!"

A simple word came out of Lingyun's mouth.

The lightning on Lingyun's arm burst out, and he threw out a punch. The fist flashed, and directly shattered Ling Jue's sword energy.

"So powerful!"

"Breaking through Ling Jue's attack so easily is unbelievable. You have to know, Ling Jue's cultivation has already reached the late stage of the eighth level of the Mortal Origin Stage. He's just a step away from the peak."

"It's not that easy. Ling Jue hasn't used his true strength yet, and they are only testing each other out. The true battle has only just begun."

Sure enough, Ling Jue was not discouraged. Instead, he suddenly increased his offensive power.

He chopped out a thunder sword energy, and the lightning on the platform began to interweave, as if thunder was falling from the nine heavens.

"Young master Ling Jue is too strong. This move is probably invincible below the ninth level of the Mortal Origin Stage." Many people were shocked and amazed.

On the battle stage, the densely packed lightning formed an inescapable net that covered Ling Yun.

"Instant Movement Technique, Swift!"

Just when Ling Yun was about to be engulfed by the lightning, he instantly used his movement technique and disappeared from everyone's line of sight like a wisp of green smoke.

boom rumble rumble *

The dense lightning bolts lost their target and futilely fell onto the platform. Immediately, the incomparably hard battle stage was shattered into pieces and dust filled the air.

"Damn, is this even a battle between Mortal Origin Stage cultivators? It's too scary."

"Retreat, retreat, don't get affected."

Many of the spectators who were closer to him retreated with pale faces.

"Shua!"

Ling Yun's figure flashed, and appeared not far behind Ling Jue.

"Hmph, I've been prepared for you to use this move."

Ling Jue did not panic. Instead, a strange smile appeared on his face.

"Thunderstorm Sword, Lightning Tide!"

As Ling Jue's voice fell, countless sword energies, with him as the center, suddenly spread out in all directions.

"Hmm?"

Ling Yun was slightly shocked, never did he expect that Ling Jue would actually prepare such a backup for him.

With Ling Yun in a rush, he crossed his arms in front of his body, and his soul force surged out, forming a layer of defense on the surface of his body.

"Swish, swish, swish …"

Countless sword Qis shot over, like dense rain drops hitting Lingyun's body, sending him flying backwards.

However, Ling Yun was not blown out of the stage. Instead, his body fell and he regained his balance.

Although Ling Jue's attack just now seemed to be very powerful, it was an indiscriminate attack. It had invisibly weakened a single direction of attack, so it did not pose much of a threat to Ling Yun.

"Hehe, you can't use that movement technique again now can you …" Without the threat of that movement technique, you … "It's nothing to be afraid of. Now, I can fully unleash my strength."

Ling Jue raised the longsword in his hand, and pointed it straight at Ling Yun.

Ling Yun replied: "Really? I'm afraid I'll have to disappoint you. I don't only rely on my movement technique to eat."

"Heh, boasting shamelessly!"

"Life Extinguishing Thunder Sword!"

Ling Jue let out a low cry as wave after wave of berserk Yuan Power gushed out from his body without reservation. Finally, the longsword in his hand transformed into an earth-shattering sword.

The aura radiating from this sword was enough to make a peak Mortal Origin Stage expert feel as if they were being pierced by needles.