C10 Life and Death Arena(last part)

Swordsmanship!

This is a skill that channels one's own strength through the body or a weapon for offense or defense.

"The Lin family's swordsmanship! Lin Feiyang has unleashed a sword technique!"

"Ye Bufan is done for!"

The civilians at the edge of the Life and Death Arena gasped in awe as Lin Feiyang executed a formidable sword technique. The very air seemed to ripple with the force of his strikes, sending waves of energy that some spectators could feel brushing against their faces with a stinging sensation.

Ye Jian's fists were clenched so tightly that his veins bulged. He had been confident that Ye Bufan's Wind Devil Sword Technique would swiftly overpower Lin Feiyang, securing a swift victory. Yet, before Ye Bufan could even deploy his signature move, Lin Feiyang had countered with the Lin family's swordsmanship amidst the relentless assault!

Ye Jian's concern grew with this unexpected turn of events.

Lin Shanfeng watched his son perform the family's sword technique and nodded in approval. The worry that had furrowed his brow vanished, replaced by a beaming smile that seemed to anticipate Lin Feiyang's triumph.

Caught off guard by the sudden shift, Ye Bufan's heart skipped a beat. He gripped his sword, Chun Jun, steadying its trembling tip as he maneuvered around Lin Feiyang's weakest points. Finding an opening, he leaped back, exiting the fray.

Despite his retreat, Ye Bufan appeared somewhat disheveled. His clothing was slashed, revealing cuts from which blood oozed. Had he not fortified his body by soaking in his own concoction of medicinal herbs, his condition would have been far worse.

Such impressive swordsmanship! It was clear that Lin Feiyang had managed to harness the power of the Eighth Rank of Power Stage to its full potential, a testament to the unique strengths of this world.

"Now, let me show you that in the face of overwhelming power, all your fancy techniques are futile!" Lin Feiyang declared, a smug grin on his face as he looked down at Ye Bufan's battered figure.

With both hands firmly gripping the heavy sword, he traced an eerie path before his chest. "Fierce Wind Roar!" Lin Feiyang's cry rang out as he brought the heavy sword down with a vengeance.

Six formidable forces burst forth from the blade, invisible yet palpable, locking onto Ye Bufan and cutting off all avenues of escape. Dust billowed and pebbles scattered across the Life and Death Arena...

Civilians crammed at the innermost circle of the arena recoiled in terror, screaming as they fled to avoid accidental harm.

Ye Jian's energy churned within, poised to rescue Ye Bufan should danger strike. Lin Shanfeng watched Ye Jian's movements with a sly smirk, his mouth twitching slightly as he quietly scoffed and channeled his own Qi, vigilant of Ye Jian's every action.

Unfazed, Yun Tianao kept his gaze fixed forward, seemingly oblivious to the escalating tension between Ye Jian and Lin Shanfeng.

At the eye of the storm, Ye Bufan's grip on Chun Jun tightened, his palm slick with sweat. If only he possessed the strength of the Eighth Rank of Power Stage, he could easily break free from this predicament. Alas, he was but at the Seventh Rank!

The wave of Qi from the sword's energy had already reached Ye Bufan, stinging his skin!

No escape, only battle!

A surge of fierce battle will emanated from Ye Bufan, invoking "Seal Like Wall!"—the sole defensive move of the Wind Devil Sword Technique.

Ye Bufan swung Chun Jun with increasing velocity, each stroke faster than the last, pushing the Fast Technique of the Wind Devil Sword Technique to its limits, the blade's light all but invisible.

A sheath of silver light cocooned Ye Bufan, shimmering like a white chrysalis in the blazing sun. As the sword light took shape, Lin Feiyang's six potent sword energies converged on target!

The silver light around Ye Bufan whirled like a blender, pulverizing any sword energy that dared enter its domain, scattering the remnants far and wide, sending chaotic sword energies careening in every direction.

Witnessing the mayhem, Yun Tianao slapped the arms of his chair and soared to the lower side of the Life and Death Arena. With a grand gesture, he conjured an invisible Qi barrier at the arena's edge, shielding against the disordered sword Qi. Despite his efforts, several civilians still suffered cuts from the earlier sword energies, but thankfully, there were no fatalities.

Ye Bufan couldn't stop, and he knew he couldn't afford to. His entire body was soaked with sweat, and his right hand, clenched around his sword, had gone numb, losing all sensation.

"Damn it! Is there no end to this?!" Although the onslaught of sword Qi was weakening, Ye Bufan's stamina was rapidly draining, making each move more exhausting than the last.

With teeth gritted, Ye Bufan was hanging on through sheer determination, unwilling to be defeated.

"Clang!" The sound of metal striking the ground echoed, silencing the crowd. Ye Bufan's hand suddenly felt light as his sword, Pure Jun, was knocked from his grasp. His body was being ripped apart by a wild force, causing him excruciating pain.

Ye Jian saw Ye Bufan's sword slip from his hand and was about to intervene when Lin Shanfeng appeared before him, blocking his path. "Ye family head, please don't violate the rules!" he said, as the Lin family members gathered behind him.

With a heavy sigh, Ye Jian reluctantly took a seat, glaring at Lin Shanfeng before turning his attention back to the Life and Death Arena.

"Thud..." Ye Bufan, caught in the whirlwind of sword Qi, crashed onto the Life and Death Arena, his body stained crimson with blood, motionless on the ground.

"Young Master Lin is incredible..."

"Young Master Lin is so dreamy..."

The sight did not deter the infatuated girls in the crowd; instead, they screamed their admiration as if the triumphant Lin Feiyang was their own beloved.

Lin Feiyang, pale-faced, breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing Ye Bufan disarmed and defeated on the ground. That last blow had nearly drained all of his strength. If it hadn't been enough to take down Ye Bufan, his only option would have been to forfeit and concede defeat.

Ye Jian kept his eyes fixed on Lin Feiyang, watching his every move. Should Lin Feiyang attempt any further harm, Ye Jian was prepared to wage an all-out war against the Lin family to protect Ye Bufan.

Meanwhile, Lin Tianzhan's aura began to radiate an intense fighting spirit.

As Lin Feiyang basked in the audience's cheers, his gaze swept over Ye Bufan, who lay defeated on the ground. In that brief glance, Lin Feiyang seemed to freeze in place, as if struck by a spell, unable to move.

Ye Bufan, previously sprawled on the ground, sprang to his feet. Had it not been for his tattered clothes, shredded by the sword qi, and the blood seeping from the cracks in his skin, Lin Feiyang might have mistaken Ye Bufan's fall as a mere rest rather than a result of injury.

"The fight's not over, and you're already thinking of victory speeches, Young Master Lin?" Ye Bufan taunted, his eyes dancing with mockery.

As Ye Bufan's sword had dropped, Lin Feiyang's sword qi was waning. Ye Bufan's body, fortified by a medicinal concoction, had become significantly more resilient. Despite the apparent danger, his injuries were merely superficial.

The Lin family had groomed Lin Feiyang to be their heir, and he was no mediocre talent. Shaking off his initial shock, he glanced at Ye Bufan's sword now lying beneath the Life and Death Arena. "You've lost your sword. Still fancy another round?" he challenged.

Ye Bufan, sensing Lin Feiyang's creeping doubt and suspecting his opponent had little energy left after that last exchange, declared confidently, "The true sword lies within the heart. If your heart wields a sword, so does your hand."

With that, Ye Bufan's right index and middle fingers joined to form a sword point, thrusting towards Lin Feiyang.

A flicker of scorn crossed Lin Feiyang's face. "Such theatrics!" he scoffed. Despite nearing exhaustion, Lin Feiyang couldn't believe Ye Bufan would audaciously attack with mere fingers instead of a sword. Considering Ye Bufan was only at the seventh rank of the Power Stage, likely with less stamina than himself, Lin Feiyang swung his hefty sword, aiming straight for Ye Bufan's chest.

The saying goes, 'An inch longer, an inch stronger.' With his great sword in hand, Lin Feiyang knew that if Ye Bufan didn't alter his approach, his own blade would pierce Ye Bufan's chest before the latter could even reach him.

Who could have anticipated Ye Bufan's sudden shift? His form became ethereal, gliding as if weightless, his movements mirroring those from his first appearance in the Life and Death Arena. His body moved with unparalleled grace, his right hand's sword fingers relentlessly targeting Lin Feiyang's vital points.

What kind of martial art was this? It was unheard of!

Amidst the flurry of sword shadows, Ye Bufan's figure danced with a lightness that seemed chaotic and devoid of brute strength, yet there was an undeniable beauty in its swiftness.

Ye Bufan's speed was breathtaking, each strike honing in on Lin Feiyang's critical spots. Lin Feiyang continued to evade, his heart pounding with increasing alarm. While Ye Bufan's strength might not have been as formidable as before, the pressure he exerted on Lin Feiyang now far surpassed their earlier encounters.

Ye Jian's furrowed brow finally eased, watching Ye Bufan transform his finger into a sword, channeling the sword intent he had grasped in a moment of epiphany. With Ye Jian's discerning eye, he could clearly see that victory was within Ye Bufan's grasp.

Yun Tianao, however, furrowed his brow in contemplation. The martial technique Ye Bufan had unveiled defied the established martial theories of their world, capturing his attention. With his insight, he too recognized the fight was nearing its end. But could such a technique truly allow the weak to overcome the strong? Faced with a reality that defied understanding, Yun Tianao's mind was marked by a question.

Lin Shanfeng, with a face the color of iron, watched the Life and Death Arena, fighting back the urge to intervene, silently yearning for a dramatic turn of events in his son's favor.

Pushed to the brink of the arena, Lin Feiyang's evasion slowed from exhaustion, and Ye Bufan's finger struck his right arm. Although the blow missed the vital points, Ye Bufan's finger, charged with a potent sword intent, still pierced through Lin Feiyang's arm.

A muffled grunt escaped Lin Feiyang as his heavy sword clattered to the ground, and he was sent flying out of the Life and Death Arena, his eyes wide with disbelief.

With a swift kick, Ye Bufan sent the grounded heavy sword hurtling like an untamed steed towards Lin Feiyang, still suspended in the air.

"You insolent fool, how dare you!" Lin Shanfeng, witnessing his son's downfall and Ye Bufan's relentless pursuit, was consumed by rage. He soared into the air, majestic as a roc, and aimed a devastating palm strike at Ye Bufan.

Given Lin Shanfeng's formidable power at the Fourth Rank of the Qi Stage, should his palm connect, it wouldn't matter that Ye Bufan had only been soaking in the medicinal concoction for half a month. Even if he had been raised on the potion, it would likely be the end of him.