Chapter 71: The Final Battle!

Where is Tian Bai? Let him come out and die!

On Yingti Mountain, Fang Lin wore a pair of fine-iron gauntlets on both hands and slowly stepped out from the crowd.

He was like a victorious general, confident and spirited, with a faint smile playing at the corner of his mouth, as if mocking everything in this world.

Arrogant, confident, powerful...

This is the impression Fang Lin gives everyone at this moment.

Your opponent is me.

Without needing anyone to remind him, Qin Shuo picked up the long blade prepared for him by the Song Family and walked out.

Who are you? Where is Tian Bai? Could it be that this guy is too scared to fight, so the Song Family sent you out to die? Fang Lin sneered.

I have already crippled him. Qin Shuo spoke briefly and plainly, his tone very calm.

Fang Lin clearly did not expect such an answer; he was stunned for a moment, then replied carelessly: It doesn't matter, whether it's Tian Bai or you, it's all the same—anyway, you will all die under my heavy fists.

As he spoke, he tightened his gauntlets and continued: Considering you are not from the Song Family, I, the young master, will give you a chance—surrender now and leave, lest you die on the spot.

No need.

Qin Shuo spoke indifferently, as if he did not hear the threat in Fang Lin's words.

Since you refuse the toast and choose the penalty drink, then go die!

Fang Lin's eyes turned cold.

In the next moment, his pair of icy-glinting fine-iron gauntlets tore through the air and came crashing down toward Qin Shuo.

Boom—

The air emitted a sound of being unable to bear the strain.

The violent force surged like a mountain flood, shaking the surrounding air into violent motion, forming a strong gale that made Fang Lin's clothes flap loudly.

Move like a collapsing mountain!

At this moment, Fang Lin seemed like a great mountain pressing down.

That fierce and overbearing aura made everyone present from the Song Family change color.

This child has actually trained the Hanshan Fist to such an extent—his fist intent is like a mountain, released at will; he is probably just one step away from the final Three Origins Merging into One.

Second Elder Song Ci's face was solemn.

The Fang Family and the Song Family are already in a state of endless enmity.

Now the Fang Family has produced a junior with such monstrous martial arts talent; for the Song Family, this is certainly not a good thing.

Clang!

Qin Shuo drew his blade, and his entire aura shifted.

He stepped forward and slashed, striking Fang Lin's oncoming fist with one blade.

Clang!

The long blade and the fine-iron gauntlet collided, sending sparks flying.

A tremendous force surged from the blade, numbing Qin Shuo's tiger's mouth and nearly making him drop the blade.

But Fang Lin opposite fared no better.

Although he had fine-iron gauntlets for protection, Qin Shuo's power was immense, equally causing his fists to ache severely, nearly breaking his bones.

More terrifyingly, a faint white light clung to Qin Shuo's blade edge—sharp beyond compare—slicing a deep scar into Fang Lin's fine-iron gauntlet.

Three Origins Merging into One, force transformed into light?!

In the Fang Family camp, Fang Yongping's pupils contracted sharply, as if seeing a ghost, his face full of disbelief.

How old is this boy?

He has actually mastered a true supreme killing technique.

Although this killing technique is slightly inferior to the Fang Family's Hanshan Fist,

the opponent's unstoppable aura and sharpness that cuts through all obstacles ahead are far beyond what Fang Lin can match now.

Even Fang Yongping himself has not yet trained his family's Hanshan Fist to the true Three Origins Merging into One.

Qin Shuo's gaze was icy, the blade light in his hand like a galaxy pouring down, wildly chopping forward, one strike after another.

He pushed his power to the extreme, the long blade snow-bright, its edge fully exposed, carrying an unstoppable momentum.

Ding ding ding ding clang...

The long blade and fine-iron gauntlet collided wildly, the sound deafening, sparks flying everywhere!

Fang Lin swung his fists, as if forming a wall of copper and iron before him, blocking the blade's edge from invading.

He dared not directly clash with the blade's edge, but instead kept striking the blade's side to neutralize the threat.

Qin Shuo's long blade in hand was like a silk banner, its snow-white blade light like a beam of light, vast and white, surging horizontally, enveloping Fang Lin.

The two fought more fiercely as they went on, the battle zone kept expanding, forcing the surrounding spectators to retreat one after another.

Boom—

A hard boulder was split open by Qin Shuo's blade, like cutting tofu, then shattered, soil and stones flying everywhere.

Wherever they passed, mountains, stones, grass, and trees were all destroyed.

Break it for me!

Fang Lin roared, releasing the pressure he bore, his hazy Inner Qi clinging to his fists, continuously colliding with Qin Shuo's long blade, trying to crush it head-on.

Clang!

The hard iron fist slammed onto the blade, shaking it so that it hummed and trembled, nearly flying from his hand.

Qin Shuo's tiger's mouth went numb; if not for his sturdy physique, that punch alone would have been enough to rupture his tiger's mouth, even injure his bones.

The Hanshan Fist is fierce and overbearing, surpassing even the Mang Mountain Fist of the Mang Mountain Martial Arts Hall.

Most importantly, whether in the quality of the fist technique or Fang Lin's fist moves and intent, they are far beyond what Luo Tong of the Mang Mountain Martial Arts Hall can compare to.

If the two were to fight, within ten exchanges Luo Tong would be defeated.

Qin Shuo executed the White Ape Movement Technique, pushing his speed and strength to the utmost, each dodge and blade swing erupting with terrifying power.

One could see that the long blade in his hand had become even more terrifying, the blade light of Three Origins Merging into One flowing like moonlight along the blade's edge, each slash leaving deep marks on Fang Lin's refined iron ring.

Clang clang clang……

Qin Shuo executed White Ape Splits the Mountain to the limit, blade light stacking dozens of layers, one strike after another chopping forward, the dense blade assault leaving Fang Lin somewhat overwhelmed, his expression growing increasingly solemn.

Pfft!

A light sound of fabric tearing.

The long blade slashed across Fang Lin's chest, leaving a ferocious and terrifying bloodstain, nearly cleaving him diagonally, blood spurting out.

"I won!"

In the Song family camp, many guards and martial artists exclaimed in delight, even Song Yan and others wore faces full of joy, feeling the situation was settled.

However, Song Tianhao, standing at the forefront, shook his head and said: "Not yet..."

Hearing this, Song Yan and others hurriedly looked toward Fang Lin in the arena.

At this moment, Fang Lin's clothes were stained red with blood, looking extremely disheveled, but his eyes were unusually bright, even somewhat wild.

"Good, good, good, I thought only Tian Bai in Songyang Prefecture City could push me this far. Now it seems I underestimated you."

"Come, announce your name!"

"To be the stepping stone for my entry into the Tongmai Realm, you may proudly boast!"

Before his words finished, Fang Lin's aura suddenly surged upward a notch.

Threads of hazy mist continuously seeped out from within his body.

The surrounding air twisted due to the turmoil of his inner Qi, like transparent flames dancing upon him.

Immediately, those mists rapidly gathered toward his dantian, condensing into a light cluster the size of a soybean.

After the light cluster formed, it swiftly moved upward along the body's central line, in a blink passing through the Shenque, Zhongwan, and Tanzhong acupoints, straight toward the Twelve-Story Building.

These changes all occurred in the flash of lightning and stone.

When that light cluster pierced through the Twelve-Story Building, it finally extinguished.

At the same time, a mighty aura far surpassing before erupted from Fang Lin's body, rising step by step.

"This is..."

The Song family members all changed color in unison.

"Breaking through to the Tongmai Realm in the heat of battle!"

Second Elder Song Ci's voice was low, but all present Song family disciples heard clearly, at this moment extremely shocked, their faces showing expressions of disbelief.

"Breaking through in battle, such a plot only found in storybooks, actually happened now."

In contrast, the Fang family members all wore smiles, their gazes toward the Song family camp filled with mockery.

Clearly, Fang Lin was not acting on impulse, but had prepared in advance.

That is to say, the opposing side actually could have assaulted the Tongmai Realm long ago, but for this Earth Cave contest, they had continually suppressed their cultivation, remaining at the stage of Inner Strength Transforming into Qi.

"Despicable! It seems Fang Lin's having merely reached Inner Strength Transforming into Qi was deliberately released by the Fang family to deceive us of the Song family.

Last time he fought Song Shan, he also never used his full strength, everything concealed, all just for today!" Song Tianlin's face was grim.

They had always thought, with Tian Bai as their trump card, victory in the Earth Cave contest was certain for the Song family.

Never expecting, the opposing side had likewise concealed their strength, and even played a trick on the Song family.

"Hahaha... Song family head, surrendering now is still not too late!

Otherwise, the secret heaven's pride you Song family cultivated will likely die today on Yingti Mountain."

Fang Yongping laughed heartily.

He had waited for this day...

Waited for a very long time!