CHAPTER 409: CHAPTER 407: ELIMINATE ANOTHER HALF

"Zhong Lin, why don’t you draw your sword?"

You Hao roared.

As soon as the words fell, You Hao gripped his blade and slashed down with a move called ’Drawing Blade Severing Water’.

Boom!

The airwaves rolled, and the void between Zhong Lin and You Hao was split into two. A fierce sword qi descended at an unbelievable speed.

Zhong Lin did not answer; instead, he struck out with a palm.

Boom!

This earth-shattering scene fell from the sky, and the domineering sword qi instantly collapsed with a single strike.

Not answering is the best answer: You can’t even withstand one of my palms, yet you want me to draw my sword?

It was clear that You Hao also heard this ’answer’, and his eyes turned blood red.

Humiliation.

Blatant humiliation.

"Ah..."

You Hao roared to the sky and struck again with his blade. Behind this sword qi, another grayish sword qi swiftly descended from the sky, followed by another, tearing the skies and whistling downward.

Zhong Lin was startled. You Hao’s technique had three postures in one move, each with a blade; the three postures were seamless and exquisite. Even he felt a strong sense of crisis.

"A very powerful sword intent, but it’s not perfect. If that’s all you have, then it’s my turn. Azure Dragon Eight Forms, Azure Dragon Sky Splitting."

Zhong Lin’s aloof voice echoed in the sky.

Rumble!

The next moment, a massive fist seal slowly rose, erupting with terrifying power strong enough to dominate the present.

Roar!

A dragon’s roar resounded; crimson-gold blood qi surged. A blue dragon rose from within the fist seal.

Rumble

It was as if the heavens and the earth suddenly exploded. Massive amounts of air and primordial qi were boiling and howling, then forming three layers of giant waves - heart spirit, sound whistle, and primordial qi explosion - overwhelming and turbulent like an avalanche of cataclysm sweeping the earth, a volcanic eruption scorching the sky, and an eradication tide annihilating everything.

The explosive sounds were endless, and the void under the blue dragon shattered, the rocks from all directions crumbled, trees broke horizontally, and countless large trees and stones shattered.

The spectators around were terrified by the scene, desperately fleeing to avoid the shockwave.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Under this punch, You Hao’s three terrifying sword qis shattered like bubbles under the scorching sun.

Soon after, this Dragon Fist, with unparalleled might and fierce fist intent, crushed toward You Hao.

"What...what kind of punch is this?"

You Hao’s face was shocked as he watched the blue dragon that pierced the sky and dominated the present. His mind was shaken.

"The punch to defeat you."

Zhong Lin pressed down with his fist, and the blue dragon roared towards You Hao, suppressing him.

"Heavenly Blade..."

You Hao let out a long howl, and his spiritual origin suddenly exploded. The violent power pierced into the acupoint, causing an explosion, destroying his acupoints in an instant to unleash powerful force.

"...Shattering Void."

After shattering his acupoints, You Hao’s body moved slightly, the spiritual origin surged, and the explosive sword qi rose again to meet Zhong Lin’s raging punch.

Faced with You Hao’s resistance, the blue dragon that spanned the heavens and earth slightly shook, crashing downward.

In the void, there came a hundredfold, thousandfold, ten-thousandfold wailing and howling, as everything was collapsing.

"Ah! Ah! Ah! I am the pride of the heavens, I won’t lose, I won’t lose."

Boom!

His frantic roar suddenly stopped, and his body exploded out of nowhere.

Whoosh!

A figure suddenly appeared in front of You Hao, a hand as white as jade gently pressed, and the roaring blue dragon was instantly extinguished.

It was the ’referee’ who intervened.

"Zhong Lin, wins."

After stabilizing his dantian and calming the trembling Xuandan, Zhong Lin looked at the fainted You Hao, life or death unknown, with an expressionless face.

The fight was over, and the number of contestants was halved again.

"Hahaha, I told you Senior Brother Zhong would win, and he still hasn’t drawn his sword this time."

"Incredible, is this the strength of the top hundred? I thought myself a genius, but compared to them, what kind of genius am I?"

"Wrong, we are geniuses; they are paragons - pride of the heavens, not on the same level."

"More than just not on the same level, the move You Hao just displayed was called Shattering Void, also known as Shattering Acupoint - a technique that destroys the acupoints in exchange for great power, a technique that harms oneself while killing the enemy, and can even temporarily fight against a Yin Yang Realm expert. But even so, it was defeated with one punch by Senior Brother Zhong."

"Senior Brother Zhong is too strong. I wonder who can force him to draw his sword."

"With half the number of people left again, Senior Brother Zhong will definitely be one of the top ten."

Amid the discussions, Zhong Lin flew off the stage, greeted by looks of fervor and awe, and of course, some jealousy.

Zhong Lin wasn’t bothered by it. If you are not envied, you are mediocre. Since he wanted to make a name for himself in the Heavenly Sword Sacred Land, naturally, he would attract attention.

"Greetings, Junior Brother Zhong."

As Zhong Lin was about to leave, a figure suddenly blocked his way.

The person held a folding fan, stood tall in a blue cloud pattern close-fitting dress, with a white jade hanging from his waist, long dark hair flowing with the wind, his face handsome and elegant, wearing a gentle smile with an air of composure.

He looked less like a martial artist and more like a refined young master in the mundane world.

Zhong Lin frowned slightly: "Who are you?"

"Liu Ziyang, greetings, Junior Brother Zhong."

Liu Ziyang closed his folding fan with a faint smile, like a spring breeze brushing one’s face.

Zhong Lin’s heart stirred, recognizing this person’s identity. He was also an outer disciple who also advanced to the top fifty and seemed to have just won a battle judging by his demeanor.

"Greetings, Senior Brother Liu, what is your reason for blocking my path?"

Liu Ziyang glanced around and said with a smile, "This is not the place to talk. Why don’t we go over there?"

"Alright."

The two left Heavenly Sword Peak one after the other and finally stopped at a secluded pavilion.

Liu Ziyang took out a tea set from a storage bracelet, a light blue flame rose with a gentle point of his finger.

"This is Cloud Mist Spirit Tea, which grows at Cloud Mist Peak in very small quantities, less than ten catties per year. It grows on the primordial vein, absorbing earth vein primordial qi, as well as the essence of the sun and moon, making it extremely sweet and fragrant. Junior Brother Zhong, give it a try."

After the tea was brewed, Liu Ziyang offered a cup to Zhong Lin in an inviting gesture.

Zhong Lin gave Liu Ziyang a deep look. This was a hint!

Cloud Mist Peak, the dojo of the Third Saint Heir.

He held the teacup, took a gentle sip, and instantly felt a surge of primordial qi rushing in, directly heading into the Xuandan in his dantian, comparable to consuming a Sixth Grade Elixir directly.

The Cloud Mist Spirit Tea had a fragrance as refreshing as orchids, a full-bodied taste, smooth and poetic, with a sweet aftertaste, leaving a lingering fragrance and ample charm.

"Good tea."

Zhong Lin could not help but praise.