C22 They Brought the Blame upon Themselves

Above the Battle Platform, the storm formed by the two powers finally subsided.

Ling Yun's body flickered as he swiftly retreated.

The protective light curtain surrounding Ling Yuying gradually turned into specks of light and disappeared, while she herself remained unharmed.

Ling Yuying said, "Haha, you didn't think about it, did you? Brother Yu was already prepared for this. Ling Yun, you've already lost."

Ling Yun declined to comment and said lightly, "Isn't it too early to come to a conclusion?"

"Hmph, you're still being stubborn even now. Don't say that I didn't give you a chance. Right now, as long as you kneel down, admit defeat, kowtow, and apologize to me, I can still consider letting you go." Ling Yuying said.

"Don't you feel bad at talking big all the time?" Ling Yun said coldly.

"Hmph. Idiot. Then don't blame me for not showing any mercy. Who told you to block my path?"

Ling Yuying's gaze hardened as she held the glowing illusion Long Sword in her hand and attacked again.

"Illusory Light Sword Technique, Falling Moon Slash!"

Origin Energy rolled on top of the Long Sword in Ling Yuying's hands, converging into a silver moon wheel as she thrusted it towards Ling Yun.

This strike was like a jade plate falling from the heavens, causing an earth-shattering explosion.

"What a powerful sword strike. I'm afraid even Fighter who have just entered the seventh level of Human Essence Stage would not necessarily be able to withstand it!" Some people in the audience couldn't help but exclaim.

"The difference in Cultivation Level s is too big. Ling Yun probably won't be able to withstand this sword."

Just when everyone thought that Ling Yun would be directly beheaded by this sword attack, suddenly, a dangerous aura was emitted from Ling Yun's body.

With Ling Yun's activation of the Holy Thunder Misfortune-crossing Spell to its limit, the lightning in his entire body surged, causing even the surface of Ling Yun's skin to vaguely have many tiny electric currents moving about.

"First form of the Angry Dragon Fist, Overturning the River!"

As Ling Yun's voice sounded out, the essence and blood on his arm shook violently. He punched out and a red dragon image flew out.

"What martial skill is this?"

"This... Is this really the Angry Dragon Fist that is said to be the hardest to cultivate in the First Heaven Pavilion? "

"No one has managed to cultivate the Angry Dragon Fist before, so it's not easy to determine whether this is the Angry Dragon Fist or not, but its power... It cannot be faked! " The Ling Family Elder's body was trembling slightly. After swallowing a mouthful of saliva, he said with difficulty: "From what I see, it's most likely true."

Under the extremely astonished gazes of the crowd, a thick red light fiercely attacked the tip of Ling Yuying's sword like a divine dragon.

Bang.

The Battle Platform seemed to explode with a thunderclap, its voice reverberating in all directions.

"This... How was this possible! His strength actually surpasses mine, so his Cultivation Level is obviously so much lower than me. " Ling Yuying felt an irresistible force that passed from the Long Sword into her body.

Her eyes no longer held the pride and smugness from before. Instead, they brimmed with deep fear and shock.

"Ah!

Ling Yuying screamed. With a flick of her wrist, the Long Sword flew out of her hands and her body was sent flying by the terrifying power of the Angry Dragon Fist.

"Ling Yuying actually lost!"

"Ling Yuying is a powerhouse who can fight shoulder to shoulder with a Fighter of the seventh stage, yet she lost to Ling Yun, a person of the fifth stage of the Human Essence Stage … "This is unbelievable."

"Ling Yun, this dark horse, is simply as dark as it can be. Does he want to be the last one?"

"After defeating Ling Yuying, he will have smoothly entered the finals. Why do I feel that Ling Yu's title of champion is a bit unstable now?"

"He can even use such an abnormally difficult martial skill like the Angry Dragon Fist. What other things is there that he can't do? I simply can't think of anything."

"You lost." Ling Yun said to Ling Yuying, who was lying on the ground, with an indifferent expression.

Under the shocked gazes, Ling Yun's green robe fluttered as he turned around and prepared to leave.

Just when everyone thought that the outcome of the match had been decided, the referee prepared to announce the result.

Ling Yuying, who was lying on the ground all of a sudden, let out a twisted and resentful cry.

"It's impossible for me to lose to him. I didn't lose, I didn't lose."

Ling Yuying grabbed the Long Sword that was dropped to the side. With a ferocious expression, she pierced towards Ling Yun's back like a madman.

"As long as I kill you, the winner will still be me."

A ray of sword light burst out from the Long Sword in Ling Yuying's hand, aimed straight at Ling Yun.

"Despicable!"

"This woman is simply unreasonable!"

"Ling Yun is in danger."

Shouts and exclamations rang out among the audience.

"Hmm? "Still not giving up?" Ling Yun stopped walking and frowned deeply.

"There's no saving this woman who is chasing after fame and wealth."

Ling Yun's expression suddenly became serious. His eyebrows were like swords and his lips were tightly pursed.

"Angry Dragon Fist!"

Ling Yun turned around and punched forward. Suddenly, the light from his fist roared forward like a dragon in rage.

"Crack crack."

The red fist light destroyed the Long Sword in Ling Yuying's hands into countless metal pieces that rolled back.

"Ah!

The fist aura, along with the countless pieces of Long Sword that were rolling backwards, smashed onto Ling Yuying's face, instantly causing her to vomit blood. In addition, there were also many pieces of Long Sword that scraped across Ling Yuying's face, causing her beautiful face to immediately be drenched in blood, and countless wounds appeared on it.

"My face! Ah, Ling Yun, you destroyed me! I will kill you! " Ling Yuying's hands were trembling. She wanted to touch her own face, but she didn't dare to.

"Did I ruin you? "Hmph, you brought this upon yourself!"

Ling Yun's expression was cold as he turned around and left.

"Ling Yun..." "Victory."

The referee looked at Ling Yuying in disgust and announced in a clear voice.

"Serves you right! This is great news! "

"That's great, she's made herself look like this."

"Ling Yun is already prepared to let her go. I didn't expect her to still be unwilling to give up and still want to sneak attack Ling Yun. She's asking for it."

The audience members were discussing it among themselves. However, most of them leaned towards Ling Yun because Ling Yuying's actions were too despicable.

"Sister Ying, how are you?!" Ling Yu flew up onto the stage. When he saw Ling Yuying's tattered face, his entire face turned ashen. It was terrifyingly cold.

"Brother Yu, help me take revenge!" He … He dares to disfigure my face, so I want him dead. " Ling Yuying gripped Ling Yu's collar tightly and shook it vigorously.

Ling Yu's eyes were surging with a terrifying killing intent and his entire body was trembling.

"Ling Yun!"

Ling Yu let out an extremely angry roar from his mouth.

Hearing this roar, Ling Yun paused his steps and turned around, staring coldly at Ling Yu.

"Ling Yun, you have destroyed my woman, I will make you pay! Tomorrow is the finals, I will take your life in front of everyone! You just wait and see. "

Ling Yun said indifferently, "Just come at me, will I be afraid of you?"