Chapter 465
Lin Yun defeated Trueorigin with the Great Wind Sculpture and pointed his sword at Qin Yu. He defeated three people in Hell Mode, and his achievements were practically a miracle. Under the situation where no one was optimistic about him, Lin Yun first defeated Situ Yi, then Bai Lixuan, and finally Trueorigin. What he did was a legend, but who knew what he went through to get to this point?
Without any magnificent talk or speech, he merely pointed his sword at Qin Yu. He had waited too long for this day, and it was time to put an ending to Xin Jue’s death, even if he had to crawl out of hell. He was telling everyone that he was after Qin Yu in the Great Qin Competition.
On the stage, Lin Yun’s eyes had never blazed with such fighting spirit, suppressing the rage and insanity in his heart.
“Just what did he go through to have such a gaze?”
“Terrifying. I’ve never seen such fighting spirit in someone’s eyes before. He’s definitely not pushing himself; he’s here for the championship right from the beginning.”
“Perhaps it’s because of his promise. I heard that Lin Yun had given his promise to Xin Jue before his death.”
“If Xin Jue is here, I bet he’ll be happy to see how far Lin Yun has come.”
Everyone was infected by Lin Yun’s fighting spirit. At the same time, their belief that there was no way Hell Mode could succeed had also shakened. They couldn’t help wanting to show their support for Lin Yun. After all, Lin Yun had come so far, and he was only one step away from creating a legend. But could Lin Yun really defeat Lin Yun?
Qin Yu revealed a sneer on the stage as he took a step forth. In the next second, he appeared on the stage. Looking at Lin Yun standing before him, his blood was boiling with excitement. Not only could he become the champion after defeating Lin Yun, but he could also kill the person he wanted to kill the most. Just imagining it made Qin Yu filled with excitement.
“I never expected that you would come so far just to fight me. That palm must be what you got from the Demonlotus Realm, right? But can you use it again?” Qin Yu sneered as he looked at Lin Yun covered in wounds.
“You can give it a try,” said Lin Yun.
“You can’t make me bring out all my strength at your current state. Let’s talk after you take three palms from me,” sneered Qin Yu. He continued, “If you’re still alive after three palms, then I’ll give you the qualification to fight me for real.”
Everyone could sense the arrogance in Qin Yu’s words. Even if Lin Yun had defeated three people, he was still nothing in Qin Yu’s eyes. But no one mocked Qin Yu for his arrogance because he was Qin Yu, he was Flying Feather.
No one had seen how strong he was, and he only lost to Drifting Goblet in one move three years ago. So no one knew how strong he had become after three years.
“Hell Mode’s final match, Flower Burial VS Flying Feather!”
The moment the judge made the declaration, Qin Yu casually threw out a palm. Although this palm might seem simple, it was emitting a terrifying aura that swept up a cloud of dust on the stage. Shortly after, a huge palm formed with origin energy appeared out of nowhere.
The split second when the palm appeared, everyone’s gazes changed on the plaza. The aura coming from it was too terrifying, and elites in the Martial Profound Realm were trembling with fear. Even the gazes of Violet Palace Realm experts looked at the palm in a grave expression.
Lin Yun narrowed his eyes into slits at this scene, and he drew the Flower Burial Sword without any hesitation, “Aquaselenic Sword—Luminous Moon!”
At the same time, the Iris Flower in his dantian blossomed. This added a purple tint to the moon as it clashed with the huge palm. Even the atmosphere was trembling under the clash, and in the next second, the purple sword ray collapsed.
Lin Yun’s face changed slightly, and he placed his sword before him to defend himself against the incoming palm. The moon was destroyed under the palm, and Lin Yun was also pushed to the corner of the stage. Even his face was terrifyingly pale.
“Too weak. I’m barely using 30% of my power, and you can’t even take a hit?” Qin Yu looked at Lin Yun with a smile. At the same time, his words left everyone shocked that Qin Yu only used 30% of his strength to force Lin Yun into this state. So just how terrifying was Qin Yu?
Lin Yun wore a grave expression because Qin Yu was more terrifying than he had imagined. Although he didn’t use all his power, the power of his sword was definitely not weak since it was empowered by the Iris Sword Sutra. Was this because Qin Yu had cultivated an earth grade cultivation technique?
“Let’s come again. This time, guess how much strength I’ve used?” Qin Yu was enjoying this feeling, enjoying how he slowly tormented Lin Yun. At the same time, another huge palm was sent out from him, but this time, the power contained in the palm was more terrifying.
The terrifying heatwave instantly raised the surrounding temperature in the plaza. Under this palm, it felt as though everything had frozen. There was nothing else aside from the brutal heat coming from the palm.
Lin Yun wore a grave expression and the sword in his hand began to buzz as he faced the incoming heatwave. In the next second, the Flower Burial Sword emits a dazzling radiance. This was a sword close to being a cosmic artifact, and it was pushed to the limit by Lin Yun. This time, it was the Aquaselenic Sword—Myriad Frost.
The Aquaselenic Sword’s essence lies in coldness, and it has reached the manifestation stage in Lin Yun’s hand. So the power of the ultimate naturally exceeded everyone’s expectations. It was a sword that could freeze everything within a myriad miles.
A layer of frost swiftly covered the surface of the stage, and even the atmosphere was frozen. Even the palm from Qin Yu was frozen.
Success? Everyone raised their brows. But before they had any joy on their faces, Lin Yun’s attack shattered once more and the blazing palm slammed onto Lin Yun.
Struck by that attack, Lin Yun threw out a mouthful of blood. Under this attack, Lin Yun had suffered an unprecedented injury in this competition.
“Looks like you won’t be able to fight me for real,” said Qin Yu with an indifferent gaze. Looking at Lin Yun, he muttered to himself, “Then again, you’re only a sword slave. It’s too naive thinking that you can turn the tables around. This time, I will return to you the humiliation I suffered in the wedding with 70% of my strength!”
The moment he finished, he disappeared and appeared above Lin Yun sending his palm down. This palm descending from the sky was so condensed that it looked like a huge flaming mountain descending down from the sky. The entire stage was trembling from the might, and everyone could tell that this palm was more terrifying than before.
When everyone saw this attack, they all felt a chill down their spine. This attack was more than enough to kill ten quasi-Violet Palace realm cultivators.
Looking at the incoming attack, Lin Yun’s eyes flashed. Just 70% of his power was so terrifying? This meant that the previous attack was barely even 50%. Was he going to lose now?
“How can our grudge be settled so easily!” Lin Yun’s eyes blazed with boundless killing aura. Basking in the killing aura, Lin Yun looked like a fiend from hell. As he circulated the Iris Sword Sutra, an Iris Flower slowly took form in the sky.
Aquaselenic Sword—Heavenly Cloud Shatter!
Lin Yun brought out his strongest attack now that the phenomenon from the Iris Sword Sutra reaching the ninth stage appeared.
This sword was just used to defeat Bai Lixuan, and when it appeared once more, Qin Yu looked surprised. But soon, his face turned grim, “No wonder you can defeat the Thunderclap Crusher. This is truly terrifying, but it’s a pity that you ran into me. Our difference isn’t something that your sword technique can complement. Die!”
When the palm crashed down, it was like a comet falling onto the ground, creating a huge crater. The stage looks wrecked, as if it had just undergone a natural disaster.
Lin Yun’s face changed as the Iris Flower behind him shattered before disappearing.
“I told you that I’ll repay you for the humiliation I suffered!” Qin Yu’s eyes flashed coldly, and his palm suppressed down ruthlessly.
The entire stage trembled violently, and Lin Yun was buried beneath the stage with his life and death unknown.