diskusbooks Chapter 459 How about becoming a nominal disciple?
Chapter 459 How about becoming a nominal disciple?
On the third arena, Xuan Jingmo made the first move.
Although he knew that Yun Chen was in very poor condition, he did not dare to be careless and immediately used his magic weapon.
"Junior Brother Yun, take this!"
As soon as he finished speaking, sword light appeared like clouds and mist, ethereal and unpredictable, yet carrying a dense killing intent, enveloping Yun Chen.
Yun Chen's gaze remained calm, and he did not take the hit head-on.
His footwork shifted, his figure weaving through the gaps in the sword light like a ghost, while his fingers pointed like swords, precisely striking out streams of condensed pale golden sword energy.
His movements appear far less swift than in his prime, even somewhat sluggish, but every move, every finger strike, is perfectly timed, always resolving crises at the most crucial moments with minimal cost.
Xuan Jingmo's swordplay grew faster and faster, like a raging storm. The net of clouds woven from sword light continued to shrink, attempting to completely trap Yun Chen within it.
"Junior Brother Yun, your movement technique is quite good, it's a pity you're injured, otherwise... I'm afraid I really wouldn't have the confidence to beat you."
Xuan Jingmo's attack slowed down slightly, but his swordplay suddenly became even more unpredictable as he spoke.
Yun Chen dodged a tricky side slash, pointed his sword at the opponent's wrist, forcing him to defend, and said calmly, "Even if you are injured, you still can't beat me."
As soon as he finished speaking, Yun Chen's aura surged, as if he had been reborn. The purple light in his eyes became even more intense, as if it could melt the air.
"Your aura...! What's going on?"
Sensing the change in Yun Chen's aura, Xuan Jingmo's eyes narrowed. The slight contempt he had felt due to Yun Chen's injuries vanished, replaced by utter seriousness.
Yun Chen was clearly injured before, but now... he could feel his aura surging.
Even this momentum is no less than that of his prime.
"It has only recovered somewhat."
Yun Chen curled his lips into a cold smile and raised his hand to retaliate.
With the restoration of the Chaos Pearl, his strength has been largely restored.
Of course, the most important thing is that he wasn't seriously injured in the last fight; he just looked rather miserable.
After all… with the Nascent Soul Technique, his defense is exceptionally strong.
Unless someone at the Nascent Soul stage makes the move, very few people can break through it.
Upon seeing this, Xuan Jingmo's expression changed slightly. He touched the ground with his toes and flew backward, avoiding Yun Chen's fingertips.
Upon hearing this, Xuan Jingmo's expression darkened completely.
He said no more, his swordsmanship changed again, the sword light suddenly subsided, and all the fleeting sword shadows instantly merged into one, transforming into an incomparably solid azure swan that seemed to be able to pierce through the void. Its speed increased dramatically, and it pierced straight into Yun Chen's heart.
"You're spouting nonsense! Let's see how you take this sword strike!"
Faced with this earth-shattering sword strike, Yun Chen's eyes flashed with a sharp light. He knew that it was too late to dodge, and there was no need to dodge anymore.
"Then let's take it head-on!"
With a low shout, a layer of fine and realistic pale golden dragon scales instantly appeared on the skin of his right arm, and a wild and ancient aura spread out—Divine Transformation Technique, Partial Dragon Transformation!
"clang--!"
The right arm, covered in dragon scales, collided violently with the azure-clad swan, producing a deafening clang of metal against metal.
A violent shockwave exploded outwards from the two of them.
Yun Chen swayed slightly before standing firmly, without even a crack appearing on the blue stone arena beneath his feet.
The force of the shockwave from the dragon's arm was far less intense than Xuan Jingmo had anticipated.
Xuan Jingmo's pupils constricted sharply as he stared in disbelief at Yun Chen's unharmed, scale-covered arm, feeling the other's calm and unwavering aura. A thought exploded in his mind like a thunderbolt: "You...you faked your injury?"
Yun Chen flicked his arm, the pale golden dragon scales disappeared, and a smile curved his lips: "Otherwise... how could I have tricked you?"
Xuan Jingmo's face turned pale; he felt that he had been outmaneuvered by the other party from beginning to end.
The pent-up frustration and anger instantly dispelled the previous solemnity, transforming into overwhelming fighting spirit.
"Good! Very good!"
"Yun Chen, since that's the case, I'll fight you all out and see just how strong you really are now that you've recovered."
He held nothing back, transferring the longsword from his hand to his left. The sword aura rose again, but instead of the dense, flowing clouds, it transformed into countless sharp, whistling blue wind blades that cut through the air.
"Exactly what I want!"
Yun Chen let out a long laugh, and his aura suddenly changed, unleashing a scorching, domineering, and intense aura that seemed capable of burning away the eight wastelands.
Beneath the skin, a faint, golden light emanates.
He no longer simply used his fingers as a sword, but instead held them in a fist with both hands, unleashing a powerful, condensed crimson-gold fist aura.
Wherever the fist's energy passed, the air distorted, and the incoming cyan wind blades were shattered and annihilated by this pure and domineering masculine power!
"Boom! Boom!"
On the arena, crimson-gold fist energy collided and exploded with cyan wind blades, causing chaotic surges of spiritual energy.
The audience watching from below the stage was stunned by what they saw.
They were well aware of how strong Xuan Jingmo was.
That was a genius about to enter the Nascent Soul stage, and a personal disciple of the Taixu Palace Master.
In their view, if Yun Chen hadn't been injured, he might have been able to fight Xuan Jingmo to a standstill, or even win against him.
But Yun Chen is currently injured.
This completely subverted their understanding.
Just how extraordinary does a person have to be to be able to fight on equal terms with a genius of the same level while injured?
On the high platform, Lin Xuantong frowned as he watched this scene, a hint of murderous intent flashing in his eyes.
Such a genius... if he cannot be used for one's own purposes, then his path to immortality should be cut off.
"Elder Lei, why don't you talk to Yun Chen about becoming a disciple of my Chaoyin Pavilion? He doesn't have to leave Shenlei Palace, and he can name whatever conditions he wants."
Sitting next to Lin Xuantong, Mu Bingyun watched the battle on the stage, her eyes darting around before turning to Elder Lei beside her.
Lei Tong was taken aback upon hearing this, and his lips twitched: "You should talk to Yun Chen about this yourself... I don't care."
He didn't refuse outright; in fact, he was secretly tempted.
Now that the sect leader is missing, the Divine Thunder Palace needs a good ally.
It's impossible for Jade Void Palace to go there, and of course he wouldn't even consider it.
As for Taixu Palace... what happened before made him distrust Taixu Palace.
Chaoyin Pavilion is indeed a good choice.
However, he couldn't make the decision on this matter; it depended on Yun Chen's opinion.
This kid has a very strong sense of purpose; I wouldn't dare give him any advice.
"Okay, let's talk about it after the ranking matches are over," Mu Bingyun said after thinking for a moment.
If I can't persuade him when the time comes, I can always call this kid's master to talk to him.
Hey?
As she thought of this, her eyes lit up, and she felt instantly at ease.
They were talking here, while on the arena, Yun Chen and Xuan Jingmo were still engaged in a fierce battle.