Chapter 39: The Shattered Gold Blade Technique (Please Keep Reading)

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[Matching Started!]

The wait for this promotion match was longer than Lin Qi had anticipated. He surmised that with his high win rate, finding a formidable opponent was no easy task.

Fifteen minutes later, just as Lin Qi had grown so bored he had practiced his spear techniques several times over, the match was finally found.

[Match Successful!]

In the vast, empty arena, two tall figures appeared one after another and caught sight of each other. Through his black mask, Lin Qi observed his opponent for this promotion match.

The man was sturdy and broad-shouldered, with thick, powerful arms and rugged features. He wore a red combat suit and brandished a sharp, heavy saber.

[Nickname: Great Blade]

Upon seeing him, Lin Qi was momentarily stunned; he recognized this man—he had only just met him. This was Wu Feng, a friend of the curly-haired man, Lu Xiang. He had not expected his opponent in this promotion match to be him. Given that he was facing him in a promotion match, Wu Feng’s strength was self-evident.

Seeing Lin Qi’s appearance, Wu Feng let out a disdainful laugh. "Your getup is quite intimidating."

"So, you’re the one they call Yang Jian?!!"

"It seems my luck is good; I actually ran into you in my promotion match."

"I’m going to hack you to pieces with my blade, advance to the Star Rank, and avenge that kid Lu Xiang all in one go. It’s killing two birds with one stone."

"You clown!" Lin Qi said slowly.

"What did you say?"

"You clown!" Lin Qi repeated.

"You’re courting death!" Wu Feng flew into a rage.

[3, 2, 1...]

[The match has officially begun!]

A cold, electronic female voice announced the start of the competition.

"Watch me hack you to pieces!!"

Wu Feng roared, his arms spread wide as he launched his charge. Standing over 1.95 meters tall with a bear-like build, his full-force explosion was like a charging grizzly. He swung his heavy blade, creating a whistling gale, and a dangerous aura rushed forward.

Lin Qi brandished his black spear, his body flashing as he sprinted forward like a hunting leopard. The spear tore through the air, whipping up a whistling wind as the atmosphere of battle saturated the arena. In an instant, the two collided in the center of the arena, blade and spear clashing viciously.

Wu Feng’s weapon was a traditional heavy saber, long and wide, exceeding 1.2 meters—much broader than an ordinary blade. His arms, which looked as though they were carved from granite, heaved the blade down with a force that seemed capable of shattering all things.

"Shattering Gold Saber Technique, Second Form—Spiral Gold Slash!"

Lin Qi swung his spear, his arms exerting force until his veins bulged like twisted steel cables. He thrust the spear out, piercing the air.

"Mountain Crushing Spear Technique, Second Form—Crushing Thrust!"

"Clang! Clang!"

The two fought like generals on a battlefield, clashing head-on—fierce, domineering, and unyielding. Their weapons hammered against each other in the air. Both men’s expressions shifted, though Lin Qi’s remained hidden behind his mask. However, he could feel a powerful force traveling through the spear and into his arms.

Wu Feng focused, secretly startled: "Good fellow, this guy’s strength is no joke."

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"Clang!"

The immense force sent both of them reeling back several steps. Lin Qi swung his spear, using his arm strength to suppress the numbness. This Wu Feng was on the same path of pure strength as he was. The saber technique he practiced, the "Shattering Gold Saber Technique," was ferocious and rigid; each strike carried the force of a thousand pounds, capable of slicing through steel.

In terms of strength, due to the restrictions of the Red Realm, their blood-energy levels were capped at 6.0. They were evenly matched, but Lin Qi could feel that his opponent’s technical mastery was slightly higher than his own. Defeating him would not be easy.

"Exhilarating! Come again!"

Wu Feng grinned and swung his blade once more. His moves were not complex—direct, straightforward, and wide-sweeping; overwhelming offense was his specialty. He charged out like a beast again.

Seeing this, Lin Qi channeled his blood-energy, his strength surging along with it. He abruptly swung his spear, dancing it into a brilliant display of spear-flowers; the tip cut through the air, whipping up gusts of wind.

"Mountain Crushing Spear Technique, Fifth Form—Sky Leap!"

In an instant, the two met, one from above and one from below, their weapons colliding violently.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!!"

Fierce and domineering, terrifying force clashed between their weapons. Blade light and spear shadows flickered, cold light gleamed, and sparks flew in every direction.

"Gold Blade Horizontal Slash!"

"Gold Blade Continuous Slash!"

The two traded blows repeatedly in an instant, clashing head-on, pushing their strength to the absolute limit. Wu Feng swung his blade continuously, attacking Lin Qi like rain; every strike possessed shocking destructive power.

"Strange!"

What is going on with this guy? Wu Feng was secretly startled. The opponent’s spear technique seemed full of openings, yet he could not break through. Although he held the upper hand, he hadn't dealt any substantial damage.

Lin Qi’s arms were numb from the impacts, but his eyes were like torches. He was frantically memorizing the opponent’s saber technique, searching for a flaw—a chance to kill him in one stroke.

"In that case, I’ll kill you with an even stronger move!"

"His spear technique mastery isn't as high as mine; he surely hasn't mastered his first killing move yet."

Thinking this, Wu Feng decided to use his ultimate technique. Even if he had only just mastered it and wasn't entirely proficient, it would be more than enough to defeat the "Yang Jian" before him.

The two were knocked back once more. He gathered his strength and swung his blade, almost without pause, launching his killing blow. He didn't use any fancy, unnecessary flourishes; he poured all his strength into the technique. It was aggressive and overwhelming, like a beast pouncing; the momentum of the blade was like Mount Tai pressing down, as if it could sever mountains and shatter steel!

"Shattering Gold Saber Technique, Killing Move—Shattering Gold Slash!"

"Die!"

Wu Feng widened his eyes, unleashing his ultimate move with all his might.

"Whoosh!"

Lin Qi’s expression tightened. Every movement of Wu Feng was captured in his eyes.

"That's the spot!"

For a fleeting moment, Wu Feng exposed a weakness—the exact instant he swung his blade. Lin Qi had long been prepared. He pushed off the ground, his feet exerting force, and his spear danced as he quickly fused four forms together.

He was like a fierce tiger descending from the mountain, a terrifying aura releasing from his body. His eyes seemed to flash with golden light; in his vision, a single point on Wu Feng’s body was constantly shifting.

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In an instant, he shot out like an arrow released from a string. His blood-energy boiled, and all his strength poured into the spear. He thrust with lightning speed, like a violent torrent in a raging sea.

"Mountain Crushing Spear Technique, Killing Move—Raging Torrent Crushing Thrust!"

"Whoosh!"

"Pfft!"

Where the spear tip passed, the air seemed to be torn apart, emitting a sharp, whistling sound.

"What?"

Wu Feng watched as his opponent unleashed a killing move at lightning speed; their speeds seemed to be on entirely different levels.

"Faster!"

Wu Feng’s eyes were bloodshot; he wanted to swing his blade down even faster. But Lin Qi’s spear was swifter. Unimpeded, it arrived in an instant, piercing through the reach of his blade and striking straight at the flaw Lin Qi had spotted.

"Pfft!"

"Clang!"

The spear pierced through the air, cold light flashing. The moment the spear punctured his chest, the heavy blade also swung down. The spear and the blade collided, but at that moment, Lin Qi loosened his grip, and his spear flew out of his hand, knocked away by the force of the blade.

The spear tip drew blood from Wu Feng’s heart; as the spear crashed to the ground, blood splattered the floor.

"Clang!"

Falling along with it was Wu Feng’s heavy blade, the crisp sound ringing in both their ears.

"Pfft!"

"How... how is this possible?"

Wu Feng collapsed to his knees, vomiting blood, his eyes wide with disbelief that he had actually lost.

"You lost, you clown!"

Lin Qi looked down at Wu Feng from above, speaking coldly.

"You..."

Wu Feng wanted to say something, but he had already dissolved into nothingness and vanished from the arena.

[Wu Feng’s Personal Space]

"Ah!!"

Wu Feng clutched his head in agony; the pain of being killed was unbearable. Of course, the most unbearable part was losing to "Yang Jian."

"I actually lost..."

His saber technique mastery was higher than his opponent’s; he had expected to win easily and avenge his friend Lu Xiang. Yet, he had lost, and he still hadn't advanced to the Star Rank.

The memory of the opponent calling him a "clown" made his blood boil with rage.

"Right, I still need to advance to the Star Rank."

"Yang Jian, just you wait. I will definitely slaughter you next time."

Wu Feng suppressed his anger and immediately began matching against a new opponent. If he didn't reach the Star Rank by midnight, the loss would be too great.

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