Chapter 219: Chapter 220: A World-Shocking Strike
The free-floating Yuan Qi in the air made everyone frown.
Although both sides had yet to go all out, this initial appetizer already felt completely different. Unfortunately, Xing Hongfang and Liu Yichun had yet to realize the true gap between themselves and Lin Yun.
The two of them flanked him, one from the left and one from the right. Their encircling attack was easily evaded by one of Lin Yun's fluid movements. But when Lin Yun made his move, the situation changed completely.
He unleashed his Myriad Blossoms Sword Style at an incredible speed. In that instant, an exquisitely real sword first appeared behind him. Then, the sword quickly shattered, transforming into countless flowers. The entire sky seemed to fill with a rain of petals. But as these petals fell, they suddenly accelerated like bullets.
Faced with this sudden change, neither of the two could react in time. Only as the petals scattered did they manage to hastily summon their own treasures.
Liu Yichun rushed forward, covering himself with a large, bronze bell-like treasure. The petals struck the bell, creating a series of crisp chimes. Each impact felt like a heavy hammer slamming into Liu Yichun's chest. No matter how strong he was, it was becoming difficult to bear. A new wariness now filled his eyes as he looked at Lin Yun.
But Liu Yichun did not give up easily. He continuously channeled his Yuan Qi, forcing himself to hold on. Beside him, Xing Hongfang was quickly trying to find a solution.
"It seems this is the sword technique he's so proud of."
Although Lin Yun had begun to show his talent during the Inner Sect Grand Competition, he hadn't had many opportunities to display his full prowess in the battles that followed. Therefore, neither Liu Yichun nor Xing Hongfang truly knew what he was capable of. The Myriad Blossoms Sword Style had instantly multiplied the pressure on them several times over. They naturally assumed this was Lin Yun's ultimate trump card.
It was a logical assumption. In a situation like this, finishing the battle as quickly as possible was the choice of a smart fighter. It was perfectly reasonable for Lin Yun to use his strongest sword technique.
"So what if his sword technique is strong? I refuse to believe he can sustain it," Liu Yichun said, his face pale but his mouth still stubborn.
Xing Hongfang sneered from the side. He formed a series of hand seals, and a ball of azure fire condensed between his palms. "I never thought I would have to use such a technique one day. This is my most treasured Azure Flame Fire. Today is the perfect day to use it to kill Lin Yun."
Xing Hongfang's tone was absolute. Others might have felt some trepidation, but for him, everything was under control. As long as Liu Yichun continued to block Lin Yun's attack with his treasure, the moment Lin Yun's strength was exhausted would be their perfect chance to strike.
Xing Hongfang was brimming with confidence. And Liu Yichun, though he was suffering, believed he could still hold on for a while longer, so his words remained defiant.
"Get ready. We'll kill him in one fell swoop." The two of them looked at Lin Yun, as if they could already see the final outcome.
Liu Yichun had thought that in this situation, it would be a miracle if Lin Yun could last for a quarter of an hour. But he soon discovered that things were far more terrifying than he had imagined. Faced with such a predicament, not only did Lin Yun show no signs of fatigue, but his power seemed to grow with every passing moment. The soaring battle spirit in his eyes only multiplied the pressure on Liu Yichun.
"How much longer are you going to take? I don't know what this kid has been eating, but I can't hold on much longer if this keeps up!" Not even a quarter of an hour had passed, but Lin Yun's attacks were not weakening; on the contrary, they were growing stronger. Liu Yichun had no idea what Lin Yun was planning.
The power Lin Yun was now displaying came as a great surprise to many of the onlookers. Before coming here, many had thought that Lin Yun, by swaggering up to the Flowing Cloud Sect, was just looking for trouble. But now that they were here, seeing his immense power, they understood that this boy was not joking.
To simultaneously face two Spirit Cauldron Realm disciples with his own power alone… it was something no one else could have done. But the Lin Yun before them seemed abnormally at ease. From this alone, it was easy to see that his strength was far greater than they had imagined.
Xing Hongfang's expression was also ugly. Although he was protected by a treasure, as the battle continued, the pressure Lin Yun exerted on them was growing stronger and stronger. Not to mention the man's killing intent domain, which made it feel difficult to even breathe. At this rate, their defeat was certain.
"Almost there, almost there! Just hold on a little longer!" he urged.
Just then, Lin Yun looked at the two of them with a lazy expression. "I'm surprised there are still people like you at a critical juncture like this, who aren't afraid of death."
Anyone else would be desperate to get as far away as possible, wanting no part in this affair. But Xing Hongfang and Liu Yichun seemed completely oblivious to the real problem.
At that moment, they saw Lin Yun slowly raise his sword. One red and one blue stream of sword Qi wrapped around the Coldflame Sword. Looking at the two men who were still struggling to hold on, Lin Yun couldn't be bothered to waste any more words. He decided, at this moment, to send them on their way.
The two men, looking into Lin Yun's eyes, seemed to realize what was coming. Unfortunately, at this point, there was no retreat for them.
In the distance, Zhen Pingqing glanced at Tang Miaoling. "This boy can't possibly defeat both of them so easily at his current realm, can he?"
Although they knew Lin Yun had the ability to challenge those in higher realms, the disparity in the current battle was still immense. One person against two Spirit Cauldron Realm masters. If Lin Yun really did resolve this so easily, it would be too sensational to believe.
In truth, a part of Zhen Pingqing disliked Lin Yun. The boy was sharp-edged and showed off his talent at every turn, never backing down from anything. Such a disciple was certainly a headache. But at this moment, a victory for either Lin Yun or the Flowing Cloud Sect held more pros than cons for him. However, if Lin Yun were to win, the trouble that followed would indeed be greater.
Tang Miaoling said nothing. Unlike the others, she had chosen to believe in Lin Yun long ago. And so, at this moment, she hoped that he could emerge from the Flowing Cloud Sect alive. Too many people wanted him dead this time. She hoped, more than anyone, that this boy could complete his challenge. Only then could it be proven that there was still some hope left in this cultivation world.
Even if everyone wanted him to fail, the Lin Yun of this moment would absolutely not retreat.
Although he was carrying Bai Zhuqing on his back, it didn't seem to affect his fighting ability in the slightest. Bai Zhuqing himself was completely silent, as if to allow Lin Yun to fight more smoothly.
"Since you challenge me with such sincerity," Lin Yun said, looking up at Gu Xiande in the sky above, "then I will send you to the Western Heaven."
The next moment, his Coldflame Sword swung.
Great River Sword Style!
In that one instant, it seemed as if the Yuan Qi of the entire Flow-ing Cloud Sect was being gath-ered into his strike…