148: Chapter 115: The Sword Contest Begins, Ends!
(Seeking Monthly Pass)_2 148: Chapter 115: The Sword Contest Begins, Ends!
(Seeking Monthly Pass)_2 He nodded and, without a word, Ling Ao got up and turned to leave.
Gui Qinshao, on the sword platform, was taken aback when she noticed Ling Ao rising to leave and then beckoned to him directly.
Amidst countless envious gazes, Ling Ao walked up to the sword platform and approached Gui Qinshao.
“My competition hasn’t begun yet.
Why are you leaving?” Gui Qinshao’s voice carried a certain intimacy, yet it also conveyed a commanding tone.
Due to his exceptional talent and appearance, Ling Ao had long been in the City Lord’s residence since the age of ten, receiving training from Gui Xingfu.
Hence, Gui Qinshao and Ling Ao grew up together.
After turning thirteen, Ling Ao, together with Gui Qinshao, became disciples under the Sword Master and subsequently entered the Royal City Academy.
Because she was so beautiful and proud, and with a domineering personality, Gui Qinshao didn’t have very good interpersonal relationships.
Girls envied her beauty, and boys felt inferior in her presence, so Gui Qinshao didn’t have many friends.
Throughout her growing years, Ling Ao was the only person of a similar age she was relatively close to.
“There’s an urgent matter.
I need to leave for a while,” said Ling Ao.
“Hmph…” Gui Qinshao snorted coldly, then turned her body around, radiating haughtiness.
Seeing her stunningly beautiful face and the enticing curve of her waist as she turned away, Ling Ao’s heart skipped a beat.
He had been watching Gui Qinshao’s beauty for nearly a decade, and each time it was breathtakingly stunning—truly a masterpiece of the creator.
At times , Ling Ao always felt a strong desire to possess her.
Every part of her is mine.
If anyone dares touch even a hair on her, I will kill his entire family.
Suo Lun, you may not have touched her, but you’ve taken liberties with your words, so you are done for.
Then, Ling Ao simply turned and left.
After disembarking and making landfall, Suo Lun and Ye Jingyu rode their horses at a frantic pace, heading towards Linhai City Lord’s residence.
If Suo Lun doesn’t arrive at the dueling ground by sunset, it’s considered a forfeiture.
The seaside is about three hundred li from Linhai City.
Changing horses and riding at full speed, it could be reached in less than four hours.
At this moment, there were still three hours until sunset.
There was still time.
They galloped all the way, passing through villages and towns, crossing territories belonging to high-ranking samurai.
After crossing the valley up ahead, Linhai City was within sight.
Those two mountains were tall and quiet, uninhabited, with the official road cutting between them.
“Giddy up…” The intense sound of horse hooves shattered the silence of the valley.
Suo Lun and Ye Jingyu pulled the reins, bringing the charging warhorses to a halt.
Blocking the road ahead was a horse with a young man exuding an aura of valor.
This person, whom he had met once before, was none other than Ling Ao, the foremost elite of Royal City Academy, the future military commander of the kingdom, and the only male Gui Qinshao was close to.
He was blocking Suo Lun’s path.
“Suo Lun, I recall warning you not to even mention Gui Qinshao’s name, as she is mine,” Ling Ao challenged.
“A few days ago, you claimed you would ‘have her’ eight times in one day.”
“Correct,” Suo Lun replied.
“Sometimes eight, sometimes nine.”
“Idiot, asking for death, impossible to stop you,” Ling Ao spoke coldly, then leaped down from his warhorse and walked step by step towards Suo Lun.
Seeing this, Ye Jingyu swiftly drew her curved blade, leaping from her warhorse and charging at Ling Ao.
Ling Ao continued to advance step by step, and as he crossed paths with Ye Jingyu, his sword sliced out fiercely.
Ye Jingyu’s curved blade aimed directly for his head, showing no mercy.
“Boom…” A loud noise erupted.
Ye Jingyu’s curved blade struck hard against the hilt of Ling Ao’s sword.
Suddenly, she was sent flying out, staggering and falling to the ground after more than ten meters.
Ling Ao, however, merely trembled in place, not stepping back half a step.
“Good speed, but lacking in Dragon Force…” Ling Ao commented, arrogantly critiquing Ye Jingyu’s martial skills.
“Swoosh…” Without another word, his figure, like a bolt of lightning, rushed towards Suo Lun, his sword slashing down fiercely.
The speed was incredibly fast.
Suo Lun released a powerful spiritual power, locking onto Ling Ao’s incoming sword.
Instantly, everything in his perception slowed down, including Ling Ao’s sword.
Suo Lun’s sword in his right hand cut swiftly, intercepting Ling Ao’s blade.
“Clang…” A heavy sound rang out.
The warhorse beneath Suo Lun cried out in anguish, blood spurting from its nostrils, its legs buckling as it collapsed and died.
A formidable Dragon Force surged through the sword in Suo Lun’s hand, frantically rushing into his arm’s veins and tearing them apart.
Suo Lun felt an excruciating pain, followed by total numbness as his veins were instantly ripped open by Ling Ao’s overwhelming Dragon Force.
Ling Ao looked at Suo Lun’s sword in surprise; he hadn’t expected Suo Lun to block his strike.
How fast was his sword?
And yet Suo Lun had managed to block it.
However, it mattered little, for Suo Lun’s cultivation of Dragon Force was too weak, and his own Dragon Force was enough to destroy all the veins in his entire arm.
Meanwhile, Ye Jingyu, like a madwoman, rushed up from behind, her curved blade slashing wildly at Ling Ao’s back, using all her Dragon Force in a critical hit.
“Swoosh…” With a sword at his back, Ling Ao performed a Dragon Force critical hit as well.
“Boom…” Ye Jingyu was sent flying once more, her mouth opening to spew out fresh blood.
She was a high-ranking samurai, as was Ling Ao, yet the gap between high-ranking samurai could be so vast.
Moreover, Ye Jingyu leaned towards agility and spirit, with weaker Dragon Force.