Chapter 0006: The Withering of Grass and Trees

This fellow, who only unlocked his spiritual abilities three months ago, has surprisingly mastered three types of spiritual arts? Has he truly reached such a level of genius?

Zhang Xin's second opponent was a young man named Gao Yang, who also wielded a sword. However, in terms of swordsmanship, this individual was still a level below Fang Xinzi. He similarly achieved a decisive victory, defeating this person with a single strike.

Mo Gong was astonished and found it hard to believe, thinking to himself, could it be that Zhang Xin, with just a single strike, has seen through the reality and illusion of the Lingbi Shield?

Mo Gong was clearly experienced in battle and was not affected by Zhang Xin's shouts, continuing to form seals as usual. However, when the blade light swept towards him, he was taken aback.

At the moment of speaking, the two hands of Mo Gong had already formed a seal. Zhang Xin caught a glimpse out of the corner of his eye and couldn't help but be taken aback

This stroke, the grass and trees turn yellow as the wild geese return south

Being able to project psychic energy can be considered as being a quasi-psychic master, and there is indeed a tremendous difference in combat power compared to ordinary people

Yet in Wang Feng's eyes, there was also a hint of seriousness. This fellow, knowing that the other party had already stepped into the threshold of a spiritual master, still showed no fear

The geniuses emerging from the Huiling class can sometimes truly evoke a sense of despair

Haha! I just mentioned that in my dictionary of the Mad Blade, there is no entry for giving up, nor is there a concept of admitting defeat

"The Spirit Shield and the Spirit Light Slash? They have actually mastered two spiritual techniques."

I know you, the last one to ascend the spirit ladder, one of the thirty-seven survivors of Guanglin Mountain

However, the Mo Palace remained indifferent, merely raising a hand slightly, and a shield of spiritual energy, shimmering with blue light, manifested before them

"Truly worthy of the Ink Palace, just look at the sharpness of this Spirit Light Slash; it is likely at the peak level of the first tier, isn't it?"

Small Revival Technique

Under the arena, a considerable number of spectators have gathered to watch the battle, and at this moment, without exception, all of them display expressions of astonishment.

This battle must be resolved swiftly and decisively

However, today he, Zhang Xin, indeed has compelling reasons to break into the top ten

Indeed, it is capable of externalizing spiritual energy

A fierce flash of the blade cut through the air, instantly sending the head of Mo Gong flying, while a jet of blood gushed forth from his neck.

At this moment, not only did the referee's lips twitch slightly, but Wang Feng below also couldn't help but sigh, thinking to himself that this person was truly addicted to the 'Frenzied Blade'. How old is he? He is not a child like Fang Xinzi, so why doesn't he feel embarrassed

In that moment, flashes of blade light flickered chaotically, as Zhang Xin's long knife struck seven times in quick succession. Each blow targeted the weak points and structural inconsistencies of his "Lingbi Shield." Then, in an instant, the "Lingbi Shield" was suddenly shattered to pieces.

Unfortunately, this person's opponent is not even worth the value of making him open his eyes. This individual has taken the stage twice; once, he resolved his opponent in just ten breaths, and that time was a crushing victory, offering no reference value whatsoever. On another occasion, the opponent voluntarily surrendered, not daring to engage in battle with him

Has this person's swordsmanship truly reached that level

Upon witnessing this, Zhang Xin could not help but sigh inwardly, thinking that this person's talent was indeed too formidable, leaving him with no room to hold back at all

Zhang Xin took a careful glance, a hint of seriousness appearing in his eyes. Although he seemed to be in a state of meditation just now, he had actually remained fully alert. At this moment, although Zhang Xin had not yet become a spiritual master, he was still capable of basic auditory discernment. Whenever this individual from the 'Mo Palace' was called to the stage, he would pay close attention.

After sixty breaths, with a wave of the referee's flag, Zhang Xin was the first to strike, sliding forward and delivering a slash towards the front of Mo Gong.

At this moment, Mo Gong had no time to think further, as his spiritual energy chains were about to be completed, yet there were no obstacles before him. A thought flashed through Mo Gong's mind, and he decided to continue with the completion of this technique

A trace of astonishment flashed in Mo Gong's eyes, followed by a perplexed shake of the head: "I truly do not know whether you are ignorant or arrogant. Well, if you insist on seeking hardship, then so be it."

Perhaps it is better to give up? Conserve energy and prepare to defeat the challengers' group. As long as we can fight two more matches, we can remain.

Attention! Under the blade of the Mad Blade, there has never been an enemy that could withstand ten strikes! With this strike, the autumn wind rises and the white clouds soar!

The Ink Palace gradually sensed that something was amiss, and then let out a cold snort: "It would be better for you to admit defeat."

In the next moment, he did not hesitate to step to the left, and just as he had barely left his original position, a sharp sound of "sizzle" was heard. A remarkably sharp and swift blue light blade flashed by, tearing through the void beside him, and it continued to penetrate for fifteen zhang before dissipating without a trace. On the surface of the arena, a long cut approximately seven zhang in length and one foot deep was clearly left behind.

Allowing the momentum of the blade in his hand to guide him, Zhang Xin's body soared into the air, adopting an extremely twisted and bizarre posture, narrowly evading the spiritual light blade that sliced through the air. In the next moment, another horizontal slash followed!

Wang Feng's eyes held a hint of envy. Considering the time taken for the three entrance trials, he had been in the inner sect for six years, yet he only became a formal first-tier spiritual master at the age of twenty-one, and now he is merely at the second tier. In contrast, the young man before him, just over sixteen years old, is already capable of externalizing his spiritual energy, just a step away from becoming a formal spiritual master.

If this is struck, I fear it will immediately result in the severing of head and body

After that, Zhang Xin began to rest with his eyes closed again, until about three quarters of an hour later, he heard the referee at station 75 call his name. When he raised his eyes to look, he saw a young man with a broad face and big ears, standing with his hands behind his back, his expression cold. This person's gaze was also directed towards him.

With a swift flick of his robe sleeves, he strode directly towards the arena. Upon reaching a distance of ten zhang, he made just a few light leaps and arrived at the high platform. He then cast a provocative glance at the square-faced youth opposite him and declared, "I am the Mad Blade Zhang Xin, here to learn your esteemed skills."

Zhang Xinwen, upon hearing this, burst into a hearty laugh: "In the dictionary of my Wild Blade, there has never been a term for giving up!"

However, he seems to possess foresight, as he is always able to evade the moment the Spirit Light Slash from the Ink Palace is unleashed. Although he appears quite disheveled at this time, he remains completely unscathed.

At the moment when everyone began to discuss fervently, the battle on the arena had already intensified. Mo Gong unleashed seven consecutive blades of light, forcing Zhang Xin to evade with all his might

Zhang Xinyi struck the scabbard, and with a surge of power, the long sword danced out of its sheath once more: "The sword in my hand is a weapon of great benefit to the world, named 'Qiulan'. It is three feet and nine inches long, weighing nine catties and seven taels, capable of cutting hair and blowing away dust! Since you have already unleashed your spiritual energy, please forgive me, Zhang, for not holding back. Be careful of yourself."

The Ink Palace, however, appeared calm, its gaze as indifferent as water: "Admit your defeat; although your situation is pitiable, I will show no mercy."

What is there to fight about? It would be better to just admit defeat directly

In the moment when the two engaged in combat, it was as if a flash of lightning had struck, leaving even the referee watching nearby caught off guard. It was only when Zhang Xin severed Mo Gong's head with a single strike that he reacted, hastily stepping forward and employing a spiritual technique with his hands.

Zhang Xin exerted seventy percent of his strength in a single strike, yet the blade was unexpectedly halted before the shield, unable to advance an inch

In just a fleeting moment, another Spirit Blade coalesced before him

He is the Ink Palace

Is it actually a psychic chain

In an instant, Zhang Xin changed his mind; he had originally intended to continue to delay until the spiritual energy of the Mo Palace was exhausted. However, since the other party possessed the technique of the spiritual energy chain, this method was clearly not feasible.

With determination in his heart, Zhang Xin immediately put his intentions into action. After evading a blade of spiritual light that came from the Ink Palace, he charged forward once more to stand before the Ink Palace.

In the next moment, the head of the ink palace was drawn back to his neck by the spiritual energy. Subsequently, the fatal injury healed in an instant—at least on the surface, it appeared to be so