Atop the first arena.
Li Xinghui had retaken his seat, not a single hair on his head appeared out of place.
There wasn’t even a trace of sweat on his face.
In other words, thus far, he had barely expended any effort, claiming victory with effortless ease.
"Worthy of being the leader of the young masters."
"Among the younger generation, who else could be his opponent?"
Almost everyone’s gaze turned to Ling Chen at that moment.
Because they really couldn’t find anyone else who qualified to challenge Li Xinghui.
If there was someone capable of defeating Li Xinghui, it could only be Ling Chen.
Ling Chen was quite satisfied with this expectation from the crowd.
He stood up and leaped directly onto the first arena.
"Li Xinghui, I have finished my breathing exercises. If you need to rest, I can wait," he said with a smile, showing his magnanimity.
"No need. Three moves are all it will take to defeat you. Why would I need a rest?" Li Xinghui said, slowly rising to his feet and looking indifferently at Ling Chen.
Ling Chen’s Gang Qi erupted suddenly, and the aura of his Middle Sixth Level Martial Vein cultivation radiated out, causing some martial artists near the arena to move away involuntarily.
After all, most of the young warriors here were at the peak of Martial Vein Quadruple Layer to the Peak of Fifth Level Martial Pulse and nothing more.
Facing such a ferocious momentum, it was normal for them to be overwhelmed.
Li Xinghui didn’t respond; his eyes cast a look of disdain.
And a strange light flickered within them.
Nearly everyone held their breath.
After all, to most of them, this was the pinnacle duel of the Tianfeng Festival.
It was not to be missed; blinking would make them feel at a loss.
Among the crowd, four young martial artists who had concealed their auras watched the impending battle with lazy interest.
"The gap in strength is too wide!"
"Kind of boring, isn’t it? Should we go up there and have some fun?"
"Don’t mess around. We’re just here to gather intelligence; we can’t expose ourselves."
"Hehe, I’m just saying. None of these people are worth taking action against by the likes of us."
Through their lazy gazes, one could see that on the arena, Ling Chen had already launched an attack.
The beginner-level, top-tier body movement technique, Evasive Step, had been cultivated to the realm of Great Success by Ling Chen. When executed, he appeared to become a phantom, barely discernible.
That is the essence of "evanescence."
The top disciples of the Four Great Clans all possessed top-tier martial arts.
Ling Chen was no exception.
"Nice body technique, but useless!" Li Xinghui’s facial expression didn’t change in the face of Ling Chen’s movement, still standing in the same posture.
Still as unconcerned as ever.
Ling Chen remained silent; he wasn’t foolish. If he spoke now, the opponent could use his voice to pinpoint his position.
He simply shifted positions around Li Xinghui, looking for the best opportunity to attack.
Hastening to attack would only lead to the same fate as Shi Yu Lian.
"Ling Chen’s body technique has actually reached the realm of Great Success; it’s ephemeral, impossible to grasp. I fear, for Li Xinghui to defeat him within three moves, it might be difficult," Shi Yu Lian commented as she sat in the third arena.
"Useless." Ling Xiao shook his head lightly.
Before a martial artist possessing a tenth of a Broken Martial Soul, Ling Chen’s actions were no more than a clown performing for his own amusement.
Previously, Ling Xiao didn’t know where Li Xinghui’s confidence in winning within three moves came from, but now, he had a clear idea.
Li Xinghui’s eyes must have received some benefits from his Martial Soul, possessing some sort of special Pupil Technique that allowed him to capture the weaknesses in an opponent’s martial skills.
"Really? Although you have a grudge against that Ling Chen, surely you’re not so biased as to judge him unfairly, right?" Shi Yu Lian asked, puzzled, looking at Ling Xiao.
Ling Xiao smiled faintly and said, "You’ll know when you see."
As they spoke, Ling Chen finally made his move.
Seemingly finding an excellent opportunity to attack, Ling Chen’s hands flashed with cold light as two sharp daggers appeared.
He was trained in the Evasive Step, and he was good with daggers, having quite the flavor of an assassin or a hitman.
Two streaks of cold light merged into a cross, slashing directly toward the back of Li Xinghui’s heart.
His speed was so fast that what many people could see was just that cross of light.
Because that cross of light was clearly Ling Chen’s attack; if it hit, Li Xinghui would surely be severely injured.
After all, Li Xinghui was known for his offense and his unconventional swordsmanship, and his defense was really terrible.
However, in the next moment, everyone’s jaws dropped.
Without even turning his head, Li Xinghui simply leaned forward, then kicked his right leg toward the cross of light.
In an instant, it was as if one could see the tail of a fierce tiger lashing out.
It was as if it was an attack perfected by precise calculation, the lash being just right in force, neither too much nor too little, perfectly neutralizing the cross of light.
But things would not end so simply.
After shattering the cross of light, the Tiger Tail Scissors didn’t stop but continued to kick toward Ling Chen.
Ling Chen tried to dodge, but it was useless; he was fast, but the Tiger Tail Scissors were faster.
Having no other choice, Ling Chen could only wave his daggers in an attempt to stab downward.
In this strike, Ling Chen was at a disadvantage, after all, he was in mid-air, unable to exert much force.
So, upon landing, his arms trembled, the base of his palms already split open, with traces of blood seeping out.
As for Li Xinghui, he had no intention of pursuing the attack at all, simply stating two words indifferently, "One move!"
Seeing this, Shi Yu Lian looked at Ling Xiao with some surprise; his insightful vision was truly astonishing.
After all, Ling Chen always liked to underestimate his opponent at the beginning.
Still, let’s wait and see.
With these thoughts in mind, Shi Yu Lian turned her attention back to the first fighting ring.
After landing, fearing that Li Xinghui would pursue, Ling Chen dared not linger and immediately executed the Evasive Step, transforming into a series of phantoms again.
However, not only did Li Xinghui not move, but by uttering those two words, he made Ling Chen feel a loss of face. In his anger, Ling Chen launched a second attack.
A dozen blade shadows.
Ling Chen had indeed pushed his Evasive Step to the extreme. Although only one of the dozen blade shadows was real,
who could tell which one in the heat of the moment?
His move, although not comparable to the Heavy Shadow Sword Technique, was formidable nonetheless.
Yet it was still no use.
Li Xinghui was like a god, precisely determining the real blade shadow, then executing Fierce Tiger Claw, and the blade shadow shattered upon impact.
What followed was Ling Chen’s cry of astonishment and the sound of tearing fabric.
Ling Chen was beginning to lose confidence.
These two consecutive attacks, he had not underestimated the opponent at all.
Yet after each attack, not only did it yield no results, but he was also injured by his opponent, what was the reason for this?
His mind was in disarray.
Gone was his initial demeanor of looking down on everyone.
"Two moves!" Li Xinghui said indifferently.
"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"
"Chen’er, keep calm!" Ling Xiaotian called out in concern from below.
But it was no use; Ling Chen was completely being led by the nose by Li Xinghui.
Li Xinghui said he would defeat him in three moves.
Now, Ling Chen also felt that it would take three moves to determine the winner.
Thus, in the third move, Ling Chen used his strongest attack at the moment.