"You're not qualified yet!" If Ling Xing had said this to Ling Xiao, perhaps no one would have found it funny. But when Ling Xiao said this to Ling Xing—a low-level Xuan-Zhi saying such words to a high-level Xuan-Zhi—it truly gave everyone a sense of amusement.
On the viewing platform, Second Elder Ling Mo said indifferently, "Young people just don't know their place."
"Perhaps he still thinks he's a Xuan-Zhi warrior," Fifth Elder Ling Yan chimed in sarcastically.
The two men's words seemed to disregard Clan Leader Ling Cang.
Ling Cang, sitting in the center, remained calm and ignored them. Inwardly, he was secretly worried about Ling Xiao. The Second and Fifth Elders, the brothers, had long been dissatisfied with him, and the next two generations were also secretly competing and disliking each other. He was also afraid that Ling Xing would take ruthless action against Ling Xiao. On the ring, Ling Xing laughed heartily, "Haha, you're not afraid of getting your tongue tangled when you say that. Don't think you can look down on me just because you've won against Ling Tian. Now I'll tell you if I'm worthy enough."
Ling Xing finished his laugh, then, like a roc spreading its wings, he leaped into the air and delivered a kick aimed at Ling Xiao's face.
"I'd love to compete with me in kicking skills!" Ling Xiao flashed a confident smile. He took a few steps on the spot, then leaped up like Ling Xing, launching countless kicks simultaneously. The kicks formed a small tornado, sending a whirring sound through the air.
Ling Xing wasn't good at kicking, so this move was just a show of force for Ling Xiao. But unlike Ling Tian, he wasn't complacent. He used 80% of his profound energy in this kick, a kick that would seriously injure even a mid-level profound practitioner.
However, he hadn't expected Ling Xiao's leg skills to be so powerful. The countless kicks left him bewildered, their speed unpredictable. This move was the second form of the Wind God Kick, "Strong Grass in the Wind." Its unparalleled speed and overwhelming power would surely catch the opponent off guard and leave them in a state of disarray.
Although Ling Xing was extremely cautious, he wasn't a god. He had no idea this guy's kicking skills were so impressive, and he was immediately hit by several kicks from Ling Xiao.
"What...what kind of kick technique is this? It actually hurt Ling Xing."
"Is it a Yellow-level kick technique? But I don't see any such kick techniques in the Xuanji Pavilion!"
"No wonder Ling Xiao is so fearless. It turns out he has something to rely on. But his actions will only further infuriate Ling Xing. Ling Xing is not a soft sieve to be manipulated."
The Ling family members below the stage began to discuss again. On the stage, Ling Xing wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his expression becoming more ferocious. He said in a low voice, "You actually made me bleed, you bastard."
Ling Xiao stood on one leg, slightly raised, and struck a casual pose, saying, "Hmph, making you bleed is nothing. I told you, a small fry like you is no match for me." If it had been another opponent, Ling Xiao might not have been so arrogant, but he knew Ling Xing harbored ill will towards him, so he naturally wouldn't treat Ling Xing with such leniency. Although he was only a low-level Xuanzhe, Ling Xing, a high-level Xuanzhe, was no match for him. Only those who had reached the Xuanshi level could pose a threat to him! So, he wasn't just boasting.
"You're good! You've successfully angered me. Watch out!" Ling Xing's eyes were red with anger. He clasped one hand behind his back and unsheathed his longsword.
"Green Light Slash!"
The longsword swung, a green light flashing, and a strong murderous aura swept towards Ling Xiao. Ling Xiao's expression darkened at this attack, and without hesitation, he unleashed "Cloud Phantom."
Ling Xiao's remaining figure was shattered by a single sword strike.
The Ling family members in the audience gasped in surprise, believing Ling Xiao to have been killed instantly.
"No, he's behind Ling Xing," Ling Kuang exclaimed with a glare.
Sure enough, Ling Xiao, leveraging his agility, dodged the strike. Simultaneously, he unleashed his weapon, the Giant Dragon Sword.
"Heavy Sword, Shadowless."
Several sword shadows slashed at Ling Xing's back, leaving anyone struck dead.
This move was the same sword technique Ling Xiao had observed Ling Guang perform during their first match between Ling Hu and Ling Guang. Ling Xiao felt it was more suited to a sword.
Ling Xing was also quite skilled. He spun around in an instant, forming a defensive sword circle with his hands, blocking every one of Ling Xiao's thrusts. "Ding-dang... Ding-dang..."
The clash of swords revealed the sharpness of their weapons.
Ling Xing wielded a low-grade, second-tier Azure Light Sword, while Ling Xiao wielded only a mid-grade, first-tier Dragon Sword. The difference in rank was so great that the Dragon Sword shattered in multiple places upon its collision.
However, in this head-on clash, everyone could see that Ling Xing was being outmatched by Ling Xiao, and everyone looked on in disbelief.
"This broken sword still doesn't cut it," Ling Xiao muttered to himself, discontentedly, as he observed the numerous bruises on the Dragon Sword.
"How dare you look down on me? Defeat me!" On the stage, Ling Xiao even paid attention to his sword. Ling Xing felt this was a clear act of contempt, and an unprecedented rage erupted. He swung the Azure Light Sword, unleashing a powerful sword technique at Ling Xiao.
Several azure sword beams formed into three azure flower sword beams, forming the shape of a Chinese character "品" (a character for "品") and swiftly approaching Ling Xiao. "Oh my god, he's actually using a form-condensing attack!" Ling Xiao was startled by Ling Xing's move and quickly deployed his body to evade it. Otherwise, with his low-level Xuanzhe strength, he would have been completely unstoppable.
"Boom."
Just as Ling Xiao dodged, a crackling sound of sword light emanated from his position, its destructive power astonishing.
Ling Xing stamped his foot, and the Green Light Sword, like a shadow, swung towards Ling Xiao again, his series of powerful attacks awe-inspiring.
"So powerful! This is also a Yellow-level sword technique, right? Its power is truly astonishing."
"Will Ling Xiao be killed?"
"With the Ninth Elder watching, it should be fine, but losing a hand or a foot is hard to say."
The audience erupted in discussion, while silence reigned in the stands.
Although Ling Xiao was constantly being forced to contend with his opponent on the stage, a closer look revealed a surprisingly calm smile on his face, as if he remained undaunted by the menacing sword shadows. "Hey, aren't you tired after all this time?" Ling Xiao sneered, his arms folded across his chest, after dodging Ling Xing's sword strike with his "Cloud Phantom" technique.
Ling Xing panted slightly as he looked at Ling Xiao, his heart pounding! He had just used all his strength, yet he couldn't even defeat a low-level profound practitioner. This was too abominable. He had intended to teach Ling Xiao a lesson in this competition, but this was too cowardly. Especially seeing Ling Xiao's expression, he felt a burning pain on his face.
"Is all you know how to do? Fight me for a hundred rounds if you dare!" Ling Xing shouted sullenly.
"Wait until you catch up to me. You're a high-level warrior, and you can't even catch a low-level warrior like me. How dare you fight me for a hundred rounds?" Ling Xiao continued his mockery.
"Since you're such a scoundrel, don't blame me for being ruthless," Ling Xing said darkly, his profound energy rapidly increasing. Gradually, Ling Xing's face turned a dark green, his expression ferocious. His aura suddenly grew, seemingly even more powerful than before.
"He actually forced Ling Xing to use his strongest attack—Green Evil Split!" Ling Li, who had just left the scene, returned, shocked to notice Ling Xing's unusual behavior and couldn't help but worry about Ling Xiao.
Green Evil Split was Ling Xing's strongest attack yet, incredibly powerful. Even he would have struggled to execute it, and Ling Xiao, a mere low-level Xuan practitioner, would have been seriously injured if not killed.
"You're quite proud of yourself for being injured by Brother Xing's strongest attack," Ling Zhi muttered to himself from a distance. He hadn't expected Ling Xiao to push Ling Xing to this point either.
It was impossible for Ling Xiao to fail to notice Ling Xing's unusual behavior, but he was eager to see what Ling Xing's ultimate move was. Regardless, he was confident he could withstand any powerful attack Ling Xing threw at him. This was the pride he once held as a peerless powerhouse. A moment later, Ling Xing had fully gathered his strength. His aura had reached the peak of a Xuan Master, and his face was a frightening shade of green. After using this move, it would take at least a month to recover his Xuan power. He had originally intended to save it for the battle against Ling Li, but now, after being repeatedly teased by Ling Xiao, he was determined to make Ling Xiao suffer a fate unbearable. He had already begun to murder him.
"While I was gathering my strength, you didn't even attack. So much for your pride today," Ling Xing said with a sinister sneer. He slowly raised the Qingguang Sword in his hand and shouted, "Qingsha Lie!"
Immediately, circles of green sword light surged towards Ling Xiao, like a raging sword wave, filling half the arena and leaving him nowhere to hide.
The power of this move was truly remarkable, at least comparable to a strike from a low-level Xuan Master! "Damn, it's so powerful!" Ling Xiao's face was solemn and alert, his hand tightly gripping the Great Dragon Sword. As the sword wave approached, he finally attacked.
"Scorching sun."
Ling Xiao secretly learned a Yellow-level sword technique from Ling Tian. Countless sword shadows clashed, sending a series of clanging sounds.
"Ding-dong... Ding-dong..."
Whether in swordsmanship or weaponry, Ling Xiao was completely at a disadvantage. After only a dozen strikes, the Great Dragon Sword finally couldn't withstand the might of the low-level, second-level Azure Light Sword and was directly cut in two.
"Oh my god, it failed at the crucial moment!" Ling Xiao sighed inwardly, his bad luck still protecting himself with the broken sword.
"Haha, defeat me!" Ling Xing actually smiled triumphantly, and the Azure Light Sword in his hand accelerated even faster, swinging continuously at Ling Xiao. "Damn it! I'm done playing!" Ling Xiao was left in a state of disarray, his body lacerated with several wounds. Luckily, none of the cuts were severed. Even so, Ling Xiao had begun to take the fight seriously, determined to end it.
"Watch this!" Ling Xiao shamelessly flung his broken sword at Ling Xing.
Ling Xing hadn't expected Ling Xiao to abandon his sword, and had to use his sword to block it. He was already starting to feel proud. Without a sword, how could he be afraid of Ling Xiao?
Unfortunately, Ling Xing didn't anticipate that he would soon suffer the same fate as Ling Tian.
After halting Ling Xing's powerful attack, Ling Xiao, with his ethereal steps, instantly approached Ling Xing, his palms surging towards his chest like a tidal wave.
The third move of the Paiyun Palm was "Turning Clouds and Rain."
"Bang... Boom..."
Caught off guard, Ling Xing was struck by a fierce blow to the chest, completely stunned. Finally, after a scream, he flew backwards several meters and fell under the ring.