Chapter 374

"Pfft..."

The sharp sword qi sliced through the air, emitting a piercing whistle. At first, there were only two or three streaks of sword qi, but in the span of a breath, they multiplied into seven or eight, enveloping Lin Jingyu from all directions. Moreover, the sword qi continued to increase rapidly, dense as raindrops.

This sword technique was somewhat similar to Xu Yang's Drizzling Wind-Startling Sword, but its power was far greater.

Before the sword qi even arrived, its fierce aura was already whipping Lin Jingyu's robes, stirring up gusts of wind.

"Flashy and useless!"

Lin Jingyu chuckled, his internal energy surging as it flowed like water, rapidly gathering into his fist.

The next moment, his muscles and bones let out a roar like muffled thunder as he took a large step forward. With his arm muscles bulging, he threw a punch directly into the rain of sword qi.

"Boom!"

His fist struck the air, sending out visible ripples. Amidst a roar, a powerful, vibrating force swept outward, radiating a crushing pressure that seemed to shatter all things, as if he hadn't thrown just one punch, but hundreds.

"Bang, bang..."

The dense rain of sword qi shattered one after another, turning into pure internal energy that flooded the arena.

Everyone gasped. Faced with such a powerful attack, they had expected Lin Jingyu to dodge or resist with his protective energy; they never imagined he could shatter so much sword qi with a single punch.

"What?"

Qi Xuancheng was also greatly shocked, his face turning grave.

That was sword qi unleashed from a semi-spirit weapon, not tofu; Lin Jingyu had actually shattered it all with one punch.

"Clang!"

Amidst the exploding sword qi, a crimson sword aura appeared, tearing through the air like a red thread, and the massive fist struck exactly on the tip of the sword.

Force surged, and internal energy roared.

Facing Qi Xuancheng's shocked expression, Lin Jingyu showed a hint of disdain, clearly not very impressed by this disciple of the Purple Sun Gate.

The semi-spirit grade sword was bent into a terrifying arc by the crimson fist. Although the fist energy was pierced, it could not penetrate the flesh.

Lin Jingyu had evidently also cultivated the White Tiger Gold-Shattering Fist; his fist was harder than metal.

Qi Xuancheng was somewhat stunned. Wasn't it said that only those with the surname Huang could cultivate the White Tiger Gold-Shattering Fist? Could it be that Lin Jingyu was actually surnamed Huang?

"Boom!"

A sword ray shot out from the bent longsword, and it looked as if it were about to pierce Lin Jingyu's protective energy.

The next moment, his other hand reached out, his five fingers like an eagle's claw, and with a "crack," he crushed the sword ray to pieces.

Qi Xuancheng's pupils contracted; he hadn't expected Lin Jingyu to be able to react at such close range.

"Good sword!"

Lin Jingyu revealed a smile, his body surging with even more vigorous energy, his muscles bulging, his aura violent.

He shook his arm, and the bent semi-spirit weapon seemed about to snap, almost folding in half.

Qi Xuancheng's expression changed drastically. He felt a vast force coming from the fist opposite him, like a mountain collapsing or a sea overturning. If not for the fact that his sword had been personally forged by the master of the Departing Fire Peak for his grandfather, it would likely have been shattered.

He was filled with disbelief, his longsword nearly slipping from his grasp. It felt as if he wasn't standing opposite a person, but a terrifying beast. Fortunately, he reacted quickly, stepping back with the force and avoiding a direct contest of strength with Lin Jingyu.

"What?"

Many were stunned into silence. Lin Jingyu had clashed head-on with Qi Xuancheng's semi-spirit weapon, and it was Qi Xuancheng who had been forced back. This was simply incredible.

These disciples of the Yellow Maple Valley were each harder-fisted than the last.

"Valley Master Huang, this disciple of yours is extraordinary; his physique is like that of a bear or tiger," Zhang Jingyuan praised.

Lin Jingyu's terrifying strength was definitely not cultivated through techniques; it must be innate divine power.

"He's just a brute with raw strength!" the Yellow Maple Valley Master laughed.

"Thump, thump..."

Qi Xuancheng stepped back, causing the arena to shake, retreating four steps before he could neutralize the terrifying force coming from the sword hilt.

"Boom!"

Just as he steadied himself, Lin Jingyu had already chased after him, his crimson fist punching through the air and creating visible ripples.

Before the punch arrived, the powerful pressure already caused Qi Xuancheng's protective energy to ripple, and the pressure on his body doubled.

White Tiger Gold-Shattering Fist!

In the nick of time, Qi Xuancheng only had enough time to block horizontally with his sword, and the fist, heavy as a thousand jun, crashed down with an unstoppable momentum.

"Clang!"

Fist and sword collided, the sound like metal striking metal. The shattered sword aura exploded with a roar, the arena rumbled, and wild winds rose.

The sword body shook violently, the longsword moaning as if it were about to be shattered.

The terrifying vibration nearly made the longsword fly from his hand. Qi Xuancheng's five fingers went numb, and his internal energy flow became sluggish.

"Let me see your Purple Sun Gate's sword technique."

Lin Jingyu roared, pressing his advantage.

His arrogant words made the elders of the Purple Sun Gate look extremely grim.

The Purple Sun Gate did indeed have the strongest sword technique heritage, but not everyone could cultivate it. Qi Xuancheng was not yet a disciple of the Heavenly Pivot Peak, and it was even harder for him to truly access the Purple Sun Gate's strongest heritage.

Lin Jingyu stared at Qi Xuancheng with a sharp gaze, continuing to stride forward and throwing another simple, brutal punch.

This punch was even heavier than the last, its domineering momentum unstoppable, possessing the power to crush anything.

Qi Xuancheng, shaken by the previous two punches, his muscles trembling, no longer dared to resist head-on.

As he retreated rapidly, he unleashed a thick sword ray, slashing down at Lin Jingyu's head.

"Crack!"

Lin Jingyu's aura was violent; he shattered the sword ray with one punch and raised his hand to blast out a fist imprint through the air.

Qi Xuancheng slashed backhand, shattering the fist imprint.

The next moment, Lin Jingyu arrived with long strides, his crimson fist tearing through the air and crashing down heavily.

"Clang!"

The sound of metal clashing rang throughout the arena, deafening, and the shattered sword aura exploded violently.

"Crack!"

A terrifying vibration traveled from the sword hilt. Qi Xuancheng's face showed pain, and his sword-wielding hand cracked instantly, blood splattering.

This time, he could no longer hold onto his sword and was sent flying by the punch.

At the same time, the fist, carrying immense power, did not stop, landing on Qi Xuancheng's protective energy like a hot knife through butter.

"Bang!"

Energy erupted, force surged. Qi Xuancheng felt as if he had been struck by lightning; his protective energy quickly filled with spiderweb-like cracks before shattering.

The fist continued its momentum, striking Qi Xuancheng's chest. A sound like a heavy hammer hitting a drum rang out; Qi Xuancheng's bones roared, and his skin rippled.

He couldn't help but let out a painful grunt, his face flushing, and his feet left the ground as he flew backward.

In mid-air, one could see a mouthful of blood almost spray from his mouth, but at the last moment, he swallowed it back down.

He nearly fell off the arena, steadying himself at the edge, his face turning pale and then flushed.

"How dare you!"

"Damn it, you dare to use such ruthless force!"

"Senior Brother Qi!"

Many disciples of the Medicine King Peak were furious, their eyes bloodshot, killing intent surging.

Lin Jingyu could have held back and not injured Qi Xuancheng, but he did not withdraw his power, intentionally hurting him.

Some excited disciples had already leaped into the air like giant birds, pouncing toward the arena to fight Lin Jingyu.

In an instant, three or four disciples radiating the aura of the Marrow Cleansing stage leaped out.