With a streak of blood at the corner of his mouth, Zhou Yun was astonished as he fell to the ground.

The forces of the Raging Tiger and Dragon in Rampage employed by Lin Yun was nearly the same as his own.

Whoosh!

After knocking Zhou Yun to the air, Lin Yun employed the Wild Goose Script in calmness by touching the ground heavily with his tiptoe before pouncing on Zhou Yun swiftly.

No sooner than he rose to his feet, Lin Yun started attacking with the Fist Position of Tigers.

However, as an experienced top warrior at the seventh level, Zhou Yun was absolutely not a dabbler as Ma Kui and Chen Xiao.

Watching Lin Yun’s Tiger Fist edging closer, Zhou Yun employed the Golden Snake Fist while shouting in coldness, “You are seeking your own doom!”

His body swung to the left and right as if a venomous snake, emitting an incomparably frosty aura, with his arms stretching uprightly forward.

Boom!

As a poisonous snake confronting a raging tiger pouncing on the enemy, the collision of their fists led to a breathtakingly deafening explosion, but neither of them took a step back.

Swish! Swish!

Merely within such a short time, by moving and flying swiftly on the stage, they have employed a dozen of moves.

To everyone’s surprise, Lin Yun, whose cultivation was lower, was actually a match for Zhou Yun.

“Look, Lin Yun’s fist turned red!”

“Indeed! It seems to be the sign of the Final Perfection of the Pure Yang Script.”

“The Tiger Fist and the Pure Yang Script at the Final Perfection can absolutely make up his shortage of cultivation. No wonder it resulted in a draw.”

“The sword slave really surprised us!”

No one had expected that after the employment of the Raging Tiger and the Dragon in Rampage, Lin Yun, reversing his foundering fortune instantly, achieved about the same strength as Zhou Yun.

The Frantic Dance of the Golden Snake!

Tiger Worshipped by All Beasts!

On the stage, both of them employed their exclusive skills. An incomparable force were emitted from Lin Yun by the use of the Tiger Worshipped by All Beasts, while the insidious Frantic Dance of the Golden Snake produced unparalleled chilly forces under Zhou Yun’s control.

The two forces, produced by the full advantage of the inner cultivation, bumped violently.

Boom!

With a huge explosion, numerous cracks appeared on the ground all of a sudden.

Everyone gasped in admiration at the wild wind and lingering howl of the tiger.

Taking five steps back at the same time, they unsheathed the swords without a single second of hesitation.

Clang!

The sword gleaming with cold light slid past their eyes rapidly.

Water streamed down to form a brook, which flowed as fast as a gust of wind!

Thunder howled ferociously in the clouds, with the flashing lightening like winding snakes!

By employing the Flowing Wind Swordplay, Lin Yun flew up and down swiftly, as if the pouring stream. The sword was moving smoothly on the stage under this control, leading the flow of the stream.

The subtlety of the Flowing Wind Swordplay that couldn’t be achieved in the past centuries was displayed with a sleight of hand.

Zhou Yun had launched into the Thunder Snake Swordplay, the most advanced swordsmanship of the sect, to its best with a sullen look on his face.

With a mixture of the thunderous ferociousness and the acuity of the silver snake, Zhou Yun’s Thunder Snake Swordplay had almost approached the Final Perfection, but the Flowing Wind Swordplay obviously had gain an overwhelming advantage.

What an astonishing situation!

Though well-matched in the fist positions, Zhou Yun was instantly dwarfed in the swordsmanship.

“How impressive the Flowing Wind Swordplay is! Rather than gaining an insight, Lin Yun has made a Slight Achievement.”

“He has exerted as much as 60% of the power of that swordplay!”

“Excellent as it is, Zhou Yun’s Thunder Snake Swordplay is still slightly inferior to the Flowing Wind Swordplay.”

“It’s hard to imagine how a sword slave can handle the Flowing Wind Swordplay.”

All of the outer disciples offstage were breathtakingly astounded at the swordplay to its full power.

Thunder Snake in Rage!

With a furious shout, Zhou Yun, gathering all his cultivation in this move, slashed at Lin Yun, as a darting snake surrounded by thunderbolts.

Thump!

Like thunder exploding on the ground, Zhou Yun’s inner force, promoted to the acme by the Thunder Snake in Rage, gushed out, suppressing Lin Yun’s body ferociously.

Staying calm, Lin Yun spun as fast as the pouring water with the powerful forces around his waist and the sword in his hand. He launched into the Swords Rotating to Make Winds as Zhou Yun’s sword approached his head. With a sudden stop, the Flower Buried Sword held in Lin Yun’s right hand instantly turned vertical, pointing at the sky!

In a flash, the sword led Lin into the sky like a fountain.

Clang!

With a violent collision of the swords, the forces of the Thunder Snake in Rage was torn into pieces.

Zhou Yun, knocked unmercifully to the air by the violent airflow produced by the Swords Rotating to Make Winds, was so badly hurt that he spat a mouthful of blood after falling to the ground.

Swish!

Lin Yun, continuing the attack, pressed on with his sword.

Under his skillful control, the tip of the sword came to a stop before reaching Zhou Yun’s heart.

“You lost.”

Lin Yun stared at him and said calmly.

Not a sound could be heard on the contest field. After watching the powerful Flowing Wind Swordplay, all the spectators had foreseen the result already, but it was still beyond their expectation that Lin Yun could win so rapidly.

“Ha-ha, I did? Thrust if you want.” Zhou Yun sneered.

“As you wish!”

Raising his eyebrows, Lin Yun drove the sword further with strength.

With shouting in surprise, the spectators turned their heads away at the same time, not wanting to see Zhou Yun died from his heart being pierced by the sword.

Clang!

A soft armor glistening with a streak of faint light was revealed when Zhou Yun’s robe was torn into pieces in a flurry of crisp sounds. Zhou Yun was still intact after the thrust.

“A magical weapon!”

It was recognized at once that Zhou Yun was wearing an armor made from the magical materials.

It was shameless that Zhou Yun would wear a magical armor when confronting an antagonist at a lower stage.

“Go to hell!”

With Zhou Yun’s wild shout buried in the spectators’ laughter, he rose to his feet, intending to counterattack.

Clad in armor, Zhou Yun was destined to win, for he couldn’t be hurt by any weapon.

Lin Yun dodged his attack with ease by the perfect use of Wild Goose Script. Without panic or nervousness, Lin Yun employed the Flowing Wind Swordplay, as well as the Flowing Shadow of Reflective Light, with the assistance of his greatly promoted inner force.

Swish!

Lin Yun suddenly disappeared without a trace before his eyes.

Before he regained his consciousness, Zhou Yun was surrounded by the twinkling shadows of the sword. With the glistening light spinning rapidly around him, Zhou Yun could discern nothing but the remnant silhouette of the man and his sword.

Clang!

Lin Yun returned to where he stood before with the sword sheathed. As soon as he drew back the sword, the blood gushed out from the wounds on Zhou Yun’s body, like numerous red flowers came in full bloom at the same time.

Except for the skin shielded by the armor, his arms and legs were covered with wounds.

“I’ll kill you!”

Tortured by severe pain, Zhou Yun pounced on Lin Yun after realizing his failure.

Lin Yun kicked squarely on his chest, sending him into the air like a sandbag.

“My son!”

Seated on the high platform, Zhou Yun’s father, who turned ghastly pale, pounced on the stage and caught him just before he was about to fall on the ground in a crumpled heap.

Watching Zhou Yun’s body covered with wounds, his father glared at Lin Yun with his eyes full of murderous intent.

“Filthy sword slave, how dare you hurt my son so badly. You’re so dead!”

As a Sect Elder, Zhou Yun’s father actually dashed to the stage and attacked Lin Yun to the face of all the disciples and elders within the sect, totally regardless of the rules.

Being a little surprise, Lin Yun had never thought the father and son would be that shameless.

Boom!

The Blood Dragon Horse suddenly rushed onto the stage, intending to kick Zhou Yun’s father with its front leg.

“Just in time!” Lin Yun laughed.

He, following the horse, unsheathed the sword and drew it towards Zhou Yun’s father.

With Zhou Yun in his arms, he, glancing at the raging horse and then Lin Yun surrounded by his powerful inner force, suddenly had no idea how to defend against the enemies.

Finally, he withdrew the move in grievance, like a drowned mouse.

All the spectators were stupefied. As powerful as he was, the elder was forced back by Lin Yun and his horse.