Ling Tian Sword God

"Damn it, where did this kid get so much strength?"

Tian Sha almost vomited blood from the punch. He suppressed the roiling qi and blood in his chest, feeling utterly astonished. Wasn't this guy a Swordsman? How could a Swordsman focus on physical strength? It's completely illogical.

Not only Tian Sha, but also the people of the Divine Intent Sect, most of the young elites participating in the Martial World Congress, and the spectating warriors, all found it inconceivable.

Typically, a Swordsman without his sword was about as useless as trash, but Ling Chen was an anomaly.

This guy, even without his sword, was still a freak.

"It seems we worried for nothing."

Shangguan Hong and the other Elders of the Divine Intent Sect exchanged glances, their expressions somewhat helpless. At this moment, his thoughts mirrored everyone else's; they all wanted to curse Ling Chen as a freak.

"Since you can withstand a punch, it seems you're not entirely useless."

Ling Chen's fist pressed Tian Sha down relentlessly. The latter could only stare at the array of shields before him, struggling desperately to hold on.

"I don't believe you can break through my Demon Shroud Shield!"

Tian Sha's right palm split open, blood oozing out. He was holding his breath, waiting. If the pressure from Ling Chen lessened even slightly, he would seize the chance to deliver a fatal blow.

"Your turtle shell is indeed tough."

Suddenly, Ling Chen released his hand and retreated.

"This is my chance!"

Feeling the pressure abruptly vanish, Tian Sha's spirits lifted. This was precisely when Ling Chen should be exhausted—the perfect opportunity for a counterattack.

"Prepare to lose!"

Having already secretly gathered True Qi in his palm, Tian Sha seized the moment Ling Chen released his grip. He unleashed the Palm Power he had been brewing, and with a flick of his right hand, it shot through the air.

"I've been waiting for you."

The instant Tian Sha unleashed his palm, Ling Chen's fist arrived. It was another overwhelmingly powerful Dragon Beast Fist Strength, like an Azure Dragon descending from the heavens, crashing down in fury.

BANG!

A terrifying shockwave erupted upwards, sending dust and debris flying in a violent gust. The collision of two entirely different killing moves was potent enough to instantly kill any expert below the Grand Master realm.

SPLAT!

Ling Chen completely crushed Tian Sha's Palm Power. The sleeve on Tian Sha's right arm exploded, and he spat out a mouthful of blood as his entire body was sent flying.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Ling Chen darted forward, fists and feet a blur, continuously striking and kicking Tian Sha. After pummeling his opponent mercilessly, Ling Chen delivered a final punch that sent Tian Sha flying completely off the martial arts competition stage.

"You..."

After falling off the stage, Tian Sha struggled to rise for only a moment before collapsing, completely unconscious.

ROOOOAR!

A draconic shadow flew out from above Ling Chen's head. It pounced on Tian Sha's body, plundered his Dragon Vein Qi, and then returned to Ling Chen.

At the referees' stand, the judges exchanged glances and announced Ling Chen's victory.

"Who knows how he has been cultivating for the past year or so."

From the Divine Intent Sect's side, after a few seconds of silence, Shangguan Qiushui couldn't help but look at the others.

"Because it's Brother Ling Chen. If it were anyone else, they might have lost," Ling Yin's reply left everyone speechless.

"His immense physical strength is one aspect," Nie Wu Xiang analyzed. "Another is that, although he didn't use his sword, his keen perception and judgment as a Swordsman remain. These two factors combined were enough for him to crush his opponent."

Nie Wu Xiang's analysis was fairly sound. However, even he was still somewhat stunned. Ling Chen's victory was simply too shocking.

When Ling Chen had lost both his swords, almost everyone thought he was going to lose. Yet, unexpectedly, Ling Chen still won the match even without his swords.

"I've said it before, never underestimate this guy." Gazing at Ling Chen's figure on the martial arts competition stage, Young Master Ye shook his head. He then glanced at the blood-eyed woman beside him. "Go and bring back this disgraceful fool. Give him Healing Medicine; don't let him die here."

"Yes."

The blood-eyed woman cupped her fist and walked to the edge of the stage, dragging Tian Sha's limp body away.

Just as Ling Chen's match concluded, another had already begun.

The combatants were "Northern Snow Divine Sword" Xue Wu Ya and "Tianxin Swordsman" Feng Piaoliu.

"Tian Xin Po Yu!"

Feng Piaoliu knew he wasn't facing an ordinary opponent. Thus, from the very beginning, he unleashed his ultimate technique, "Tianxin Swordsmanship." A jade-colored hue emerged at the tip of his sword, seemingly reducing the resistance between the air and the blade, making this strike incredibly swift.

DING!

The tip of his sword struck Xue Wu Ya's blade, sending dazzling sparks scattering. As Xue Wu Ya retreated, a trail of sparks bloomed in his wake.

Xue Wu Ya's face was expressionless. He wielded his Northern Snow Sword, and the space around them seemed to fall silent. As a cold True Qi spread, the water vapor in the air froze into myriad snowflakes. Sword qi, mixed within the snowflakes, scattered everywhere.

"Sword Technique: Drifting Snow!"

With a sweep of his Sword Light, all the snowflakes seemed drawn by a magnetic force. They converged and condensed upon the blade of Xue Wu Ya's sword, helping him forge a sword of ice.

When this sword appeared, the air grew strangely still. The Sword Light pointed directly at Feng Piaoliu.

"Tian Xin Jian He!"

Feng Piaoliu gripped his sword with both hands. His sword qi transformed into a torrent, and his True Qi surged forth like a mighty, roiling river.

SHK SHK SHK SHK SHK SHK...

The stage was instantly riddled with holes. Sword qi and saber qi flew wildly, like a disturbed hornet's nest—a spectacular sight.

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!

Within moments, the two had clashed dozens of times. Sparks flew so intensely that their figures were obscured. The thrilling battle made everyone forget to breathe, their faces flushed red.

The sparks flew relentlessly. The combatants clashed with increasing frequency and speed. For the first time, even Ling Chen felt his eyes sting, finding it difficult to accurately track every flash of Sword Light.

SWISH!

Two figures flashed past each other. Feng Piaoliu was the first to land. A sword wound was visible on his wrist, so deep it reached the tendons and was a hair's breadth from severing them.

Looking at Xue Wu Ya, who landed a moment later, he was unharmed, though a corner of his robe was missing.

"I've lost." Feng Piaoliu sighed. His opponent's strike had nearly crippled his hand; that was with mercy shown. In contrast, his own ultimate move had merely clipped Xue Wu Ya's sleeve, leaving him completely unscathed.

"Among the younger generation, you are the first to touch me while I wield my sword." Xue Wu Ya glanced at his cut sleeve and said flatly as he sheathed his Northern Snow Sword.

The duel between the two ultimately ended with Feng Piaoliu losing by a narrow margin.

Many of the young talents who had already been eliminated began to discuss the match with fervor.

"Incredible! Truly worthy of the Northern Snow Divine Sword. Even someone as strong as Feng Piaoliu couldn't stop him."

"Now, among the Swordsmen of the younger generation, only Ling Chen remains. I wonder if Ling Chen can compete with Xue Wu Ya?"

"It's hard to say. In terms of raw power, Xue Wu Ya definitely has the edge. After all, results speak for themselves. Ling Chen still seems a bit lacking compared to Xue Wu Ya."

"I don't think so. Ling Chen is the most well-rounded Swordsman I've ever seen. He might just defy expectations and defeat a powerful foe."