Chapter 39: The Shattered Gold Sword Art (Request Follows)

【STARTING MATCH!】

This promotion match took longer to wait for than Lin Qi had imagined.

Lin Qi guessed that because his win rate was high, finding a strong opponent wasn’t easy.

Fifteen minutes later

Just as Lin Qi had practiced his spear technique several times out of boredom, the match finally paired.

【MATCH SUCCESSFUL!】

On the empty arena, two towering figures appeared one after the other, locking eyes with each other.

Lin Qi’s eyes, through his black mask, saw his opponent in this promotion match.

A massive, broad-shouldered man with thick, black, powerful arms, rugged features, wearing a red combat suit, swinging a sharp great sword.

【Nickname: Da Ren】

Lin Qi stared in surprise—he recognized this man, and only recently.

This man was Guo Heng’s friend, the curly-haired Lu Xiang—Wu Feng.

He never expected his promotion opponent would be him; the fact that Wu Feng was his opponent spoke volumes about his strength.

Wu Feng glanced at Lin Qi and sneered: “You look pretty intimidating.”

“You’re Yang Jian?!!”

“Looks like I’ve got good luck—I ran into you in the promotion match.”

“I’ll chop you to pieces with my great sword, advance to Star Rank, and kill two birds with one stone—get revenge on Lu Xiang’s brat.”

“A petty trickster!”

Lin Qi spoke slowly!

“What did you say?”

“A petty trickster!” Lin Qi repeated.

“You’re asking for death!” Wu Feng exploded in rage.

【3, 2, 1…】

【BATTLE BEGINS!】

An electronic female voice announced the start of the battle, emotionless.

“I’ll split you apart!!”

Wu Feng roared, spread his arms, and charged forward with heavy strides. Standing over 1.95 meters tall with a broad, muscular frame, his full-speed rush resembled a giant bear surging forward.

His great sword swung wildly, howling like a storm, a dangerous aura rushing toward Lin Qi.

Lin Qi swung his black great spear, his body flashing forward like a hunting leopard.

The spear tore through the air, creating a fierce wind, the battle’s intensity spreading across the arena.

In an instant, the two collided at the arena’s center, great sword and great spear crashing together violently.

Wu Feng swung his great sword—it was a war blade, long and wide, over 1.2 meters, broader than a standard great sword.

His two arms, like carved granite, gripped the blade and brought it down with crushing force, as if ready to shatter all things.

The Second Form of the Shattered Gold Sword Art—Xuan Jin Zhan!

Lin Qi thrust his spear, muscles straining, veins bulging like steel cables, power surging as the spear pierced the air.

The Second Form of the Collapsing Mountain Spear Art—Beng Ci!

“Dang dang~~”

The two clashed like generals charging into battle, fierce, dominant, unstoppable.

Their weapons slammed together in midair; both men’s expressions shifted slightly—Lin Qi’s mask hid his.

But he felt a powerful force travel through his spear into his arms.

Wu Feng narrowed his eyes, secretly astonished: “Damn, this guy’s strength isn’t weak.”

“Dang~~”

The immense force knocked both men back several steps.

Lin Qi swung his spear, forcing his arms to suppress the numbness—this Wu Feng, like him, focused on raw power.

His sword art was the Shattered Gold Sword Art, fierce and brutal, each strike carrying the weight of a thousand jin, capable of slicing through steel.

Due to the restrictions of Chi Realm, their blood values were capped at 6.0.

They were evenly matched, but Lin Qi sensed Wu Feng’s skill level was slightly higher than his own.

Defeating this opponent wouldn’t be easy.

“Thrilling! Again!”

Wu Feng grinned and swung his sword again—his techniques were simple, direct, wide-open, his strength his defining trait.

He charged forward once more like a wild beast.

Seeing this, Lin Qi’s blood surged, power rising with his blood flow.

He swung his spear violently, creating dazzling spear flowers in the air, the tip slicing through wind, stirring gusts.

The Fifth Form of the Collapsing Mountain Spear Art—Yue Kong!

In an instant, the two met again, one above, one below, sword and spear crashing violently.

“Bang bang bang!!”

Fierce, dominant, mighty and powerful—terrible force collided between their weapons, sword glints and spear shadows, icy light flashing, sparks flying.

“Golden Sword Horizontal Slash!”

“Golden Sword Continuous Slash!”

They clashed repeatedly in an instant, hard against hard, pushing their strength to the limit.

Wu Feng swung his great sword continuously, raining blows upon Lin Qi, each strike possessing devastating destructive power. “Strange!”

What’s going on with this guy?

Wu Feng was alarmed—his opponent’s spear technique seemed full of openings, yet he couldn’t break through.

Though he held the upper hand, he inflicted no real damage.

Lin Qi’s arms were numb, but his eyes burned as he frantically memorized Wu Feng’s sword techniques, searching for an opening, waiting for the chance to strike one fatal blow.

“If that’s how it is, I’ll kill you with a stronger technique!”

“His spear skill isn’t higher than mine—he hasn’t even mastered his first killing move.”

Wu Feng decided—he’d use his killing technique, even though he’d just unlocked it and wasn’t yet skilled. Still, defeating this “Yang Jian” was more than enough.

The two were pushed apart again; Wu Feng gathered his strength and swung his sword without pause, launching his killing technique.

He swung his great sword—no flashy moves, no hesitation, pouring all his strength into the blade.

His aura surged, brutally dominant, like a ferocious beast leaping, the sword’s momentum crushing like a mountain descending, as if it could cleave through mountains and shatter steel!

The Killing Technique of the Shattered Gold Sword Art—Sui Jin Zhan!

“Die!”

!

Wu Feng widened his eyes and unleashed his killing technique with full force.

“Hu~”

Lin Qi’s expression hardened—every motion of Wu Feng was etched in his vision.

“Now!”

In an instant, Wu Feng exposed an opening—the very moment he swung his blade.

Lin Qi had already prepared—he exploded forward with his feet, spun his spear into a flurry, and fused four forms in rapid succession.

He surged like a tiger descending the mountain, terrifying aura radiating from his body.

In his eyes, golden light flashed—within his gaze, a single point on Wu Feng’s body moved constantly.

In an instant, he shot forward like an arrow released from a bow, blood boiling, all his strength channeling into the spear, thrusting with lightning speed, like a raging torrent in a stormy sea.

The Killing Technique of the Collapsing Mountain Spear Art—Nu Tao Beng Ci!

“Hu~”

“Pu~”

Where the spear tip struck, the air seemed torn apart, emitting a piercing whistle.

“What?”

Wu Feng watched as his opponent unleashed a killing technique at lightning speed—their speeds felt like they belonged to different dimensions.

“Faster!”

Wu Feng’s eyes bulged, desperately trying to swing his sword down quicker.

But Lin Qi’s spear was faster—unimpeded, arriving instantly, piercing through Wu Feng’s sword range, striking precisely the point of weakness Lin Qi had seen.

“Pu~”

“Dang~”

The spear pierced the air, icy light flashing; as it pierced Wu Feng’s chest, the great sword came crashing down.

Spear and sword collided—but at that moment, Lin Qi released his grip, letting the spear fly free, knocked away by the blow.

The spear tip tore through Wu Feng’s heart, spewing blood; as the spear crashed to the ground, blood splattered across the floor.

“Dang~”

Wu Feng’s great sword also fell, its crisp sound ringing in both their ears.

“Pu~”

"How could this be?"

Wu Feng knelt on the ground, spitting blood, his eyes wide with disbelief that he had lost.

"You lost, you petty fool!"

Lin Qi looked down at Wu Feng coldly and spoke.

"You..."

Wu Feng tried to say something, but he dissolved into nothingness within the arena.

Wu Feng’s personal space

"Aaaah!!"

Wu Feng clutched his head in agony, the pain of being slain overwhelming him.

But the worst part was losing to "Yang Jian."

"I actually lost..."

He had been higher in blade realm than his opponent; he had expected an easy victory to avenge his friend Lu Xiang.

Yet he still lost—and failed to advance to the Star Rank.

Especially that “petty fool” remark—each time he recalled it, fury surged uncontrollably.

"Yes, I still have to advance to the Star Rank."

"Yang Jian, wait—I’ll kill you next time."

Wu Feng suppressed his rage and immediately matched for another opponent.

If he didn’t advance to the Star Rank by midnight, his losses would be too great.

(End of Chapter)