Chapter Eighteen - The Charm of That One Sword!

  Fight! Fight! Fight!

  Zhang Tian's three-word battle cry thoroughly ignited the atmosphere on site, and the young disciples below were also boiling with hot blood, wishing they could experience a strong battle like this for themselves.

  Zhang Tian, Lin Yuan. The names of these two people are destined to be remembered by all young brothers today, because of this battle, exciting and thrilling, because of this battle, stimulating.

  Two people, one move decides victory or defeat.

  The two of them adjusted their internal energy once again. The long sword pointed directly at the opponent, and it was clear that everyone below understood that this was a sign that things were about to begin.

  A brighter sword light than before once again came from Zhang Tian's long sword, with a fierce gust of wind that seemed to blow without any wind.

  Looking at Lin Yuan's side, from the beginning to now, it has always been so calm and natural, like a flowing cloud, without any signs of tension. The people below guessed that this might just be his style, but what they didn't know was that Lin Yuan had never felt nervous or afraid from the start.

  Because he doesn't need to be afraid.

  A warrior must have a heroic spirit, a warrior must be calm and determined, a warrior should also not fear difficulties.

  Lin Yuan gripped his long sword tightly in his right hand and thrust it out with an unstoppable momentum, meeting Zhang Tian's sword attack head-on.

  Hiss! Hiss!

  Zhang Tianye was in no way inferior, his sword momentum directly attacking Lin Yuan and leaving.

  Two great geniuses of swordsmanship finally clashed at this moment.

  The outcome will soon be revealed.

  The pure white sword body was wrapped in a thick aura, and the whole person was like a heavenly god descending to the world.

  Zhang Tian's momentum is soaring into the sky.

  Lin's aura was even more vigorous, and he seemed like a small sun, chasing after him tightly.

  Bang

  The entire stage was filled with sparks flying everywhere.

  Clang

  It seems like some shattering sound is echoing all over the arena.

  The burst of true energy caused the scene on the stage to be shrouded in a thin layer of mist, and the dust around it was also scattered randomly, making the entire arena look less real.

  "Who won and who lost." This seems to be what everyone is waiting for. The disciples below also instantly fell silent. All that can be heard is the sound of thumping heartbeats.

  Time slowly passed, and when the dust and mist disappeared, on the arena, Zhang Tian and Lin Yuan stood at each end of the stage.

  They stared at each other, while Zhang Tian's face showed a shocked expression.

  Pfft!

  Zhang Tian suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, and in an instant, the entire arena below erupted into a **, before those disciples could even react.

  "I lost." Zhang Tian's sudden words made the state that was about to rise up below instantly disappear.

  Lost, it was actually Zhang Tian, the genius of the Zhang family, who lost. How is this possible?

  This is what everyone wants to ask, but if this were said by him himself, how could it be believable?

  Not only the crowd under the stage, but also Mo Yuan, a strong man who was about to enter the pre-heavenly realm in the center of the square, did not see what had just happened.

  "I didn't expect you to reach that level, is this the kind of state I've been searching for?" Zhang Tian said, and his words caused many people to become confused once again.

  What exactly happened to Zhang Tian? What happened in that last move of their final showdown? How could it have ended like this for Zhang Tian?

  Lin Yuan still didn't say anything, still with that gentle and carefree appearance, gazing at the long sword in his hand.

  A "crack" sound occurred once again, breaking this tranquility once more.

  "Clang! Clang!" Just as everyone was searching for the source of the sound, Lin Yuan's long sword suddenly transformed into countless iron filings and fell onto the dueling platform.

  The sword broke.

  Yes, Lin Yuan also knew that if he were to exchange blows with Zhang Tian, his long sword would definitely be unable to withstand the force of that sword.

  But Lin Yuan still used it, and for Zhang Tian, Lin Yuan felt the love and obsession he had for swords in his heart, and also felt that Zhang Tian was not a bad person by nature, so he decided to help him out, and only then did he use something that even Long Sword couldn't withstand - sword intent. Although Lin Yuan wasn't clear about it either, he still used it.

  If it were known to others that Lin Yuan had cultivated the Sword Intent and had actually succeeded in cultivating the Sword Intent only at the Postnatal Realm, who knows how many people would be shocked.

  Of course, Lin Yuan was very clear about this situation and had no intention of using his full strength. He just let out a little bit, which was enough. From this, it can be seen that the power of this sword intent is not something that this long sword can bear at all. Just a thread of it has already made the long sword shatter into powder.

  The young disciple below was shocked again, what kind of battle can make a long sword break, this war, instantly famous.

  It finally ended with Lin Yuan's triumphant tone in the judge's voice, a thorough ending. The final battle between the two great geniuses ended with Lin Yuan's victory.

  This battle lasted for more than a watch before it ended, and it was also the longest battle of all the matches. From this day on, Lin Yuan's name spread throughout Qian Xing Town.

  Transcending ranks in challenge and succeeding, just this one is enough.

  It's almost noon now, and the championship match is about to start in the afternoon, so let these disciples prepare and rest for a while to recover their true energy.

  Lin Yuan had already returned to the Lin Family Manor's position. At this time, who would still dare mention the name of a waste? Probably, the disciples of the Lin Family Manor would kick him out.

  The name of waste, from now on also far away from Lin's edge.

  Shedding the name of waste that had been carried for so long, Lin Yuan's mood was unknown whether it was good or bad. Because, Lin Yuan always had a calm and natural expression. Plain, natural.

  Moreover, the people of Linjiazhuang had long regarded Linyuan as an object of their worship, and another Linjiazhuang's so-called genius, Lin Yong, had also been forgotten by people for a long time.

  Afternoon

  The arena was already packed with people, this battle would be the championship match, this stop would decide who is the real number one young master of Qian Xing Town.

  "This time, Wang Yun will definitely win, he's not someone Zhang Tian can compare to." This is obviously a fan of Wang Yun.

  "It's said that Wang Yun entered the Post-Heaven Six Realms earlier than Zhang Tian, and might have already reached the mid-stage of the Post-Heaven Six Realms." Someone in the audience seemed to be very well-informed.

  "I think Lin Yuan has a great chance of winning, after all, he defeated Zhang Tianye who made it to the sixth round of the Heavenly Selection, I believe dealing with Wang Yun will be easy for him." said someone supporting Lin Yuan.

  Under the stage, some of them formed their own groups to support Lin Yuan and Wang Yun respectively. They were wildly cheering under the stage to show their enthusiasm.

  The melodious bell rings out, piercing through the entire martial arts arena.

  This time, all eyes in the entire martial arts arena were focused on the two people standing on the stage at this moment, and they were the protagonists.