Phi-Fic Chapter 463 Leng Hanyue Advances
Chapter 463 Leng Hanyue Advances
She raised her right hand, which was so perfect it seemed otherworldly, palm up, fingers slightly spread.
In an instant, the water vapor on the arena gathered and condensed towards her palm at a speed visible to the naked eye.
In the blink of an eye, a palm-sized, crystal-clear lotus flower, seemingly sculpted from the purest ice crystals, slowly rotated and took shape in her palm.
The lotus petals are layered upon each other, with a chillingly sharp edge that makes one's heart race. It is breathtakingly beautiful, yet extremely dangerous.
"go."
Leng Hanyue parted her red lips slightly and uttered a single word, her voice still cold and indifferent.
The ice lotus then detached from her palm and, with a speed that seemed slow but actually surpassed the speed of thought, floated gently towards Tang Siyu.
Tang Siyu's pupils contracted sharply, a deadly sense of crisis sending chills down her spine.
She screamed and poured all her spiritual power into the longsword without reservation. The sword burst forth with a dazzling blue light, and a huge wind blade, condensed to its extreme, slashed out fiercely.
"boom!"
However, the ice lotus trembled slightly, and its petals quietly unfolded.
An extreme chill erupted instantly, and the violent wind blade was frozen into a blue ice sculpture from the point of contact, before shattering into countless ice crystals and dust with a "crack".
The ice lotus continued its relentless advance, gently imprinting itself on Tang Siyu's chest.
"I surrender!" Tang Siyu screamed with all her might, her voice distorted with fear.
The ice lotus stopped abruptly about an inch from her chest, hovering in mid-air, its chilling aura almost freezing her blood.
With a slight wave of her slender hand, Leng Hanyue caused the ice lotus to dissipate into a chilling aura.
Without even glancing at Tang Siyu, who lay limp and pale on the ground, she turned around, her cold gaze sweeping over Zhao Xiruo's bandaged arm below the stage, and said calmly to the presiding elder, "It can be announced now."
The presiding elder hurriedly announced, "In the first semi-final match, Leng Hanyue of Chaoyin Pavilion wins and advances to the final!"
Lin Xuantong, Mu Bingyun, and a group of elders sat on the high platform.
"Sect Leader Lin, I'm sorry... I won by luck. You're not angry, are you?"
Mu Bingyun's lips curled slightly as she turned to look at Lin Xuantong, her eyes full of provocation.
Lin Xuantong leaned back on the bench, his expression calm. He lazily raised his eyelids, seemingly not caring at all, and even had a half-smile on his lips.
"Pavilion Master Mu is too kind. It's common for juniors to have different outcomes in sparring. Congratulations to Chaoyin Pavilion for producing such an outstanding disciple."
These words sound polite, but they also carry a sense of detachment, as if one were commenting on an object that has nothing to do with oneself.
Mu Bingyun narrowed her eyes slightly and said no more, but the strange feeling in her heart became clearer.
Lin Xuantong was unusually calm.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the arena...
Yun Chen and Shen Nan exchanged a glance.
“Senior Brother Shen, now that the show is over, shall we begin?” Yun Chen raised an eyebrow at Shen Nan.
"Junior Brother Yun, please."
Shen Nan nodded, a serious expression appearing on his usually stern face.
He knew how strong this junior brother was, so he had to go all out.
"Then I won't be polite."
After Yun Chen finished speaking, he took a sudden step forward.
The next moment, he vanished from the spot.
"Shh!"
A gleaming, cold flying sword emerged from his body, carrying a powerful gust of wind, and hurtled towards Shen Nan opposite him.
Shen Nan remained expressionless. With a wave of his hand, a dark, large sword grew larger in the wind, transforming into a giant sword about ten feet wide, blocking his path.
"Bang bang bang..."
The two weapons clashed, producing a loud roar that sent countless shockwaves through the air.
The two of them each stepped back, each step covering three meters.
"Senior Brother Shen, let's try again!"
Yun Chen licked his dry lips, a hint of excitement flashing in his eyes.
Shen Nan didn't say anything. He stepped on the ground and leaped up again, his black broadsword slicing through the sky as he slashed at Yun Chen.
This strike was extremely powerful; it seemed to cut through the air, emitting a sharp whistling sound.
Yun Chen's eyes narrowed, and with a light tap of his feet, his figure mysteriously disappeared from the spot once again.
Shen Nan narrowed his eyes, lightly touched the ground with his toes, and quickly rose into the air. His long sword drew out dazzling sword lights as he tracked Yun Chen's figure.
The two exchanged blows, and the battle was extremely fierce.
Soon, enthusiastic cheers erupted from the audience.
The main reason is that it was truly spectacular. Their fights were primarily about exchanging blows, making them extremely entertaining to watch.
The two figures clashed repeatedly on the arena, their swords flashing and blades clashing, the sounds of metal clashing echoing endlessly.
Yun Chen's movements were unpredictable and agile, sometimes disappearing like a ghost and sometimes rushing forward like a whirlwind. The flying sword under his control seemed to have a life of its own, launching attacks from all sorts of tricky angles.
Shen Nan remained as steady as a mountain, wielding the massive black blade with impenetrable precision, always managing to accurately deflect Yun Chen's swift attacks.
His swordsmanship was expansive and powerful, each strike carrying the force of wind and thunder, forcing Yun Chen to temporarily evade his attacks.
"Junior Brother Yun, be careful!"
Shen Nan let out a low shout, and the giant sword in his hand suddenly burst forth with dazzling lightning. Purple electric snakes coiled around the blade, and a violent aura spread out.
He gripped the sword with both hands, spun around, and a huge ring of lightning-infused sword energy swept out from him, covering almost half of the arena.
"Thunderblade Storm!"
Faced with this massive attack, Yun Chen's eyes narrowed, knowing that he couldn't completely avoid it.
With a thought, he summoned his flying sword back to hover in front of him. At the same time, he quickly formed hand seals, and the Nine Dragons Limitless Technique was activated within his body. Crimson-gold light condensed in front of him, transforming into a solid and heavy light shield.
"Boom——!"
The ring-shaped lightning blade slammed into the crimson-gold light shield, unleashing a deafening roar.
Lightning and crimson-gold energy raged wildly, causing the light shield to tremble violently and cracks to appear on its surface, but it managed to withstand the attack with difficulty.
However, at the very moment the light shield shattered, Shen Nan's figure, under the cover of lightning, appeared above and to the side of Yun Chen as if by teleportation.
He raised his giant sword high with both hands, the tip of which was condensed into a purple lightning ball that emitted a destructive aura, and smashed down on Yun Chen like a meteor.
It was his hidden killing move—"Purple Extreme Thunder Meteor!"
This attack was incredibly fast and far more powerful than the previous "Thunder Blade Storm"!
A gasp rippled through the audience, and Liu Yanran and Zhao Xiruo gripped each other's hands tightly in nervousness.
Yun Chen looked up at the purple lightning ball that was rapidly enlarging in his pupils. Instead of fear, his eyes burned with an even more intense fighting spirit.
He took a deep breath, and his spiritual power surged at an unprecedented speed. Pale golden dragon scales instantly covered his right arm, and an ancient and savage aura soared into the sky.
He neither chose to defend nor dodge, but instead clenched his right fist, pouring all his strength, including the trace of ancient dragon soul power he had drawn in, into his fist.
The air around the fist rippled and twisted due to the extreme force of the compression.
"Roar--!"
Faintly, it seemed as if a dragon's roar could be heard.
Yun Chen threw a punch upwards, the crimson-gold fist energy transforming into a dragon-shaped energy condensed to its extreme, crashing fiercely into the falling purple lightning ball.