novelraw Chapter 1801: 260: Head-to-Head Confrontation
Chapter 1801: 260: Head-to-Head Confrontation
Capítulo 1801: Chapter 260: Head-to-Head Confrontation
A colorful fairy sword and a black treasure sword joined forces in battle, slaughtering all in their path.
To avoid mutual destruction, Lin Yifan and Lei Ming had secretly practiced many times, so they knew who each other was.
Lei Ming marveled at Lin Yifan’s strength. Although his Thunderclap Sword had never crossed paths with Lin Yifan’s Seven-Colored Immortal Sword, he already sensed the Sword Technique Profound Mysteries it released, far beyond what his Thunderclap Sword could withstand.
Therefore, in this sword tournament, he was destined to be a supporting role.
He hoped to hold out until the end and help Lin Yifan eliminate all the top experts; otherwise, he would feel a bit guilty and disappointed.
The Thunderclap Sword released threads of lightning, sweeping through as it went.
The contestants defeated by Lei Ming opened their eyes to watch.
They had guessed Lei Ming’s identity.
Few could apply the Profound Mysteries of Thunder Technique to Swordsmanship, apart from the cultivators of the Kingdom of Leizhen.
And to reach this level, one must be either rich or noble.
They thought Lei Ming was very likely a royal noble of the Kingdom of Leizhen; as for the man beside him, he was hard to read.
This person did not know the Profound Mysteries of Thunder Technique but relied solely on swordsmanship to win, incredibly strong.
If they were to say which was stronger, the colorful fairy sword or the black sword, they would undoubtedly choose the colorful fairy sword.
It was rumored that the cultivators from the Kingdom of Leizhen never stepped outside their borders, but one had appeared; it seemed the Wind Spirit Pearl was quite the allure. But this royal noble of the Kingdom of Leizhen might end up as a foil.
“Bang! Bang! Bang!”
A few minutes later, Lin Yifan’s Seven-Colored Immortal Sword had slaughtered five hundred swords, being among the few who advanced first.
Everything was under his control, and in the next moment, Lin Yifan slowly opened his eyes, surveying the battlefield.
He discovered someone had advanced earlier than he did, surprising him.
However, it was normal for there to be different advancement speeds due to the varying densities of contestants in different areas.
Glancing around, he noticed Lei Ming’s Thunderclap Sword kept moving around, seeking opponents.
But what Lei Ming didn’t know was that his surrounding opponents had long been exhausted by him.
This meant that Lei Ming’s area had become a safe zone. As long as he held out until the last moment, he could advance to the next stage.
Apart from seeing these, he also saw Fan Dachuan’s sword.
Fan Dachuan’s sword was a White Sword engraved with an avian totem, quite recognizable. If he encountered this White Sword engraved with an avian totem in the next round, he would definitely turn that White Sword into scrap, leaving Fan Dachuan no chance for a comeback.
Among those who had advanced was a man in white.
He was staring intently in one direction, with a slight ripple in his heart.
He was the first to advance, so he was the first to understand the situation on the battlefield.
Those who advanced after him were all within his expectations. But this plain-dressed man with outstanding hair was unexpected.
He did not know this man, but the man’s swordsmanship was on par with his. This meant he might have encountered a formidable enemy, and the path to victory was not as smooth as he imagined.
However, he relished such challenging scenarios, as it was the only way the champion’s victory would shine brightly.
Lin Yifan also noticed someone watching him in secret, a man in white who seemed to be the “Little Sword Saint” Feng Shengfeng, as many contestants called him.
No matter who the adversary was, if they hindered his victory, he would eliminate them without leaving any alive.
As time passed, more people advanced.
And the thousand advancement slots were filled faster than the stipulated time.
All those who advanced moved to the middle ground between the mountain’s foot and midsection to continue the competition. The five hundred winners could enter the mid-level checkpoint to continue vying for the champion’s spot.
Lei Ming was fortunate to pass to the next round, becoming one of the thousand.
Although he didn’t witness it himself, he felt a path had been paved for him by the good elder brother beside him.
He didn’t quite like it and said, “Brother Lin, you don’t need to help me, I can do it myself.”
“You’re overthinking. I just wanted to advance quickly,” Lin Yifan replied expressionlessly.
“Uh… really, then it seems I overthought this.”
Lei Ming felt awkward and a bit at a loss.
On the other side, Fan Dachuan also advanced.
He was a bit surprised because the two scoundrels he held a grudge against had also advanced.
He thought those two would be eliminated in the first round, but fate favored him, giving him a chance to take revenge personally.
“Damn it, just you wait; in this round, I’ll beat both of you.”
He secretly switched places with another advanced person, moving closer to Lin Yifan and Lei Ming’s area.
Lin Yifan and Lei Ming noticed Fan Dachuan’s move but merely curled their lips slightly, not feeling any pressure or fear.
Seeing these two bastards remain unfazed, Fan Dachuan was angry and at the same time, slightly sneering.
He thought Lin Yifan and Lei Ming were just putting on a brave front, while internally, they were nervous. As long as he gave his all, he believed he could take them down.
The second-round match quickly began.
The thousand advancing contestants closed their eyes again, competing with their swords.
With the intimidation from the first round, few now dared to mess with Lin Yifan’s Seven-Colored Immortal Sword.
Helplessly, Lin Yifan had to take the initiative and seek out targets.
His first target was to find Fan Dachuan’s abominable sword, making Fan Dachuan the first to be eliminated in the second round.
After wandering for a bit, he quickly located the White Sword engraved with an avian totem.
“Want to mess with me? You’ll be the first one extinguished.”
With those words, he controlled his sword to attack Fan Dachuan’s White Sword.
Although Fan Dachuan had never faced Lin Yifan’s sword in competition, he had seen Lin Yifan’s sword with his own eyes after advancing.
It was a seven-colored sword, so he immediately recognized whose colorful fairy sword was causing trouble for his sword.
“Damn it, I haven’t even sought trouble with you, and you come courting death. Fine, I’ll grant your wish and ensure your demise.”
Fan Dachuan immediately exerted his power, engaging his sword against Lin Yifan’s colorful fairy sword.
Lin Yifan curled his lips slightly, sneering contemptuously.
This brat didn’t flee upon encountering his Seven-Colored Immortal Sword and even had the guts to attack him, clearly courting death.
The next moment, he mercilessly retaliated, slaughtering Fan Dachuan’s sword.
“Bang! Bang! Bang!”
After exchanging a few moves, Fan Dachuan found this low-profile bastard’s swordsmanship extremely sophisticated. Even for him, with an Immortal Level One-Star Swordsmanship, it was a struggle to handle.
“Damn it! I don’t believe it!”
Refusing to accept defeat, he went all-out, matching against him.
Lei Ming, who was searching for Fan Dachuan’s White Sword, saw they had already started fighting and felt an itch to join in.
He wanted to join the battle, but along the way, he was intercepted by a sword emerging from the middle.