Chapter 66: The Final Battle Of The Sword Path

Next came the final decisive battle.

Qin Chuan against Lu Qingyuan. Who would win?

On the stage.

From the very beginning, it was a fierce clash. Qin Chuan and Lu Qingyuan both attacked each other with everything they had, holding nothing back from the start.

Sword qi surged around them.

Killing intent and sword will intertwined.

Rumble—

Boom—

The aftermath of their battle battered the stage again and again.

Even the pale blue barrier was forced by the two of them to reveal its true form.

“So strong!”

“So strong!”

Everyone seated below the stage stared fixedly at the platform ahead, their faces filled with shock and fear. At the same time, the same thought surfaced in their hearts. So Lu Qingyuan was actually that strong!

Qin Chuan’s strength was known throughout the cultivation world.

He was hailed as the strongest among the current young sword cultivators, the one with the greatest hope of reaching the realm of the Sword Immortal.

But no one had expected Lu Qingyuan to be this strong as well, able to fight Qin Chuan to an even standstill, with neither side gaining the upper hand.

“Lu Qingyuan has always been an underestimated sword cultivator.”

Seated in the chief judge’s seat before the stage, the Sword Master Longquan looked at Qin Chuan and Lu Qingyuan locked in fierce combat on the platform ahead. A thoughtful expression appeared on his face as he spoke.

Beside him, Lin Yunheng heard this and said with interest, “You mean Lu Qingyuan will win?”

“No.”

The Sword Master Longquan said, “I do not know who will win.”

“It is simply that Qin Chuan’s strength is plain for all to see, while no one has ever known Lu Qingyuan’s true strength.”

“This is a final battle whose outcome is difficult to predict.”

Hearing this, Lin Yunheng carefully pondered what he had said.

At first listen, it seemed like he had said a lot. But once Lin Yunheng thought about it carefully, every damn word of it was nonsense! The corner of Lin Yunheng’s mouth twitched. He thought to himself that he really did not understand you sword cultivators.

“So who will win?”

Lin Yunheng turned his head and looked at him with an expression full of concern as he asked.

As for all that stuff about sword cultivators, fierce battles, and dramatic ups and downs, he was not interested in knowing about any of it. He only cared about the result.

After all, his cub had bet his entire fortune on Lu Qingyuan!

Lu Qingyuan had to win!

If he did not win, wouldn’t his cub lose everything, right down to his pants?

The moment Lin Yunheng imagined his precious son losing even his pants, standing inside the entrance of Immortal Guest Inn with two long, slender, pale legs bare in the bitter cold wind, both hands covering his crotch, his face desolate and miserable...

The cold wind drifted free and scattered across my face; my son lost big and gambled away even his pants.

Lin Yunheng just... really wanted to laugh!

Hahahahaha, just imagining that scene was enough to make his old father die laughing.

Stop, stop!

Lin Yunheng forcibly restrained the impulse to burst into wild laughter. The expression on his face immediately turned solemn. Touching the tiny bit of conscience he had left, he thought to himself that although he really wanted to see Lin Yuchu’s expression when something went beyond his control, leaving him ruined and instantly questioning his life, still... sure enough, his own child could only be bullied by him.

So Lin Yunheng still hoped Lin Yuchu would win.

Even though he really, truly, extremely wanted to see... Lin Yuchu’s tearful little expression, this time he could only regretfully give up on it.

Next time. There would definitely be a chance next time!

Lin Yuchu, Lu Qingyuan, and the others had played so big that the betting pool at Immortal Guest Inn had long since spread throughout the entire Bright Moon Capital. Almost everyone knew there was a youth who had thrown down a fortune, emptying out his entire household and spending the huge sum of one hundred thousand spiritual stones to bet on Lu Qingyuan taking first place.

Even afterward, when Lu Qingyuan returned the favor and also bet one hundred thousand spiritual stones on Cloudridge youth Lin Yuchu taking first place in the young sword cultivators’ Sword Path competition, people treated it as an amusing tale. They discussed it with great relish, and the story spread throughout the whole city.

The commotion was so intense that it even reached Lin Yunheng’s ears.

Lin Yunheng did not even need to deliberately ask around before he learned about it from other people.

“...” Lin Yunheng.

As expected of my son. He really knows how to play.

And he plays big.

Lin Yunheng very much wanted to ask Lin Yuchu one thing. Who gave you the courage, that mysterious confidence, to stake your entire fortune on Lu Qingyuan taking first place?

Although Lin Yunheng was not a Sword Path cultivator, he had still heard a thing or two. Qin Chuan and Bai Luozhou were the two strongest young sword cultivators of the current generation.

As for Lu Qingyuan, he was still a notch inferior.

Although Lin Yuchu was his own precious son, Lin Yunheng still had to honestly admit that he wanted to know what kind of bewitching soup Lu Qingyuan had fed his son to make his son lose his head like this!

So, the entire time, Lin Yunheng was cold-face.jpg as he stared at Lu Qingyuan fiercely battling Qin Chuan on the stage.

He looked exactly like he was saying, I’m watching. I’m watching to see just how capable you are, kid.

And yet, beyond everyone’s expectations...

Lu Qingyuan truly was very capable.

Under Qin Chuan’s fierce and domineering assault, which swept in like wildfire and left no gaps at all, Lu Qingyuan actually fought him evenly, without falling into the slightest disadvantage.

It overturned everyone’s expectations.

The crowd around the stage stared fixedly at the two fiercely fighting figures on the platform ahead.

They saw Qin Chuan’s face turn cold and ruthless, killing intent coiling around his entire body and transforming into one sharp longsword after another, using offense as defense.

Ten thousand swords fired at once toward Lu Qingyuan ahead.

It had to be said that Qin Chuan’s strength was exploding today. He was fighting with exceptional force and performing far beyond his usual level.

“Qin Chuan’s strikes are also very fierce!”

Sword Lord Nanming could not help saying, “That killing intent is heavy.”

So what exactly was going on today? One after another, why did they all have such a murderous nature?

Seated below the stage, Lin Yuchu stared at the platform ahead and thought to himself, As expected, Qin Chuan is no match for Lu Qingyuan.

“Ten Thousand Swords Fired at Once! It’s actually Ten Thousand Swords Fired at Once! Lu Qingyuan is going to lose!” A sword cultivator seated behind Lin Yuchu widened his eyes as he looked at the stage ahead and could not help crying out in alarm.

“Lu Qingyuan is going to lose!”

“Lu Qingyuan is going to lose!”

When Qin Chuan transformed all his killing intent into ten thousand longswords and gathered them to attack Lu Qingyuan, everyone present believed Lu Qingyuan was certain to lose.

No one could avoid ten thousand swords at the same time.

You might be able to avoid one sword, two swords, but you could not avoid ten thousand swords!

“Wow!”

Gu Chun, seated beside Lin Yuchu, stared at the stage and cried out in surprise. “That’s amazing!”

His face was full of excitement as he said with great interest, “This move looks so cool!”

“It only looks cool.”

Lin Yuchu’s voice was indifferent. “The spectacle is big.”

Qin Chuan, seated beside him, heard the dismissiveness implied in his words and immediately turned his head to look at him. “What do you mean?”

“Exactly what I said,” Lin Yuchu replied.

His gaze remained fixed on the stage ahead as he thought, Ten Thousand Swords Fired at Once.

The so-called ten thousand swords were merely formed from sword qi.

They looked sharp and powerful, but in truth they were only empty forms.

Qin Chuan’s Ten Thousand Swords Fired at Once was too weak.

True ten thousand swords were not like this, Lin Yuchu thought. Then the expression on his face shifted slightly.

In that instant just now, a certain image seemed to flash swiftly through his mind.

Heart-stopping, grim, and terrifying...

Thousands upon thousands of sharp swords firing together from the sky, slaughtering their way down toward the human world.

“Ah—”

A sudden cry of alarm startled Lin Yuchu out of his deep thoughts.

He abruptly came back to himself, lifted his head, and looked forward. On the stage, he saw the ten thousand longswords that had obeyed Qin Chuan’s command and attacked Lu Qingyuan.

Just as they were about to pierce through Lu Qingyuan’s body and stab him into a hornet’s nest...

Suddenly—

They stopped motionless.

Then they saw Lu Qingyuan, standing there, suddenly raise his head and stare at Qin Chuan ahead.

They saw him...

His whole body shook. In an instant, he erupted with even fiercer sword qi than Qin Chuan had just unleashed. It spread and swept in all directions like a storm.

In that instant, they saw the densely packed ten thousand longswords surrounding Lu Qingyuan vanish.

They scattered and disappeared.

“Pfft—”

The instant the ten thousand swords vanished, a trail of blood seeped from the corner of Qin Chuan’s mouth as he stood ahead.

Immediately afterward, as if realizing something, he lifted his head.

His gaze looked forward.

His pupils suddenly contracted.

Ahead of him—

Lu Qingyuan held a sharp longsword and thrust it toward him.

Fast. Too fast!

So fast that Qin Chuan had no time to react.

He could not move.

He could only watch helplessly as that sword stabbed toward him.

Pfft!

The sword tip pressed against Qin Chuan’s heart.

The cold, stern sword qi struck Qin Chuan and forced him to spit out another mouthful of blood.

The entire arena fell silent.

Not a sound could be heard.

“I lost.”

After a long while, Qin Chuan spoke.

Lu Qingyuan stood before him and looked at him without saying anything.

A moment later.

He put away his sword.

Then he turned his head and looked down toward the area beneath the stage, as if searching for something.

In the end, his gaze landed on Lin Yuchu, who was seated below the stage, and he looked at him.

Meeting his gaze, Lin Yuchu’s expression immediately froze.

Lu Qingyuan looked deeply at him once. Then he sheathed his sword and turned away without a word.

But Lin Yuchu understood what he wanted to say from his eyes.

I won.

That was what Lu Qingyuan wanted to tell him.

“Lu Qingyuan won!”

“Lu Qingyuan won!?”

“How did he win? Did anyone understand it?”

“Someone explain, please.”

“...”

“...”

After the initial shock passed and everyone came back to their senses, the crowd immediately erupted.

Gu Chun, seated beside Lin Yuchu, reached up and rubbed his chin. His gaze stayed fixed on Qin Chuan, who still stood on the stage ahead, his face cold and pale, his back straight. A thoughtful expression appeared on Gu Chun’s face.

“Qin Chuan overwhelms people with his force. His sword qi is powerful, and no one can match it,” Sword Lord Nanming said. “His momentum has always been unstoppable. With one sword in hand, no one can rival him.”

“This is Qin Chuan’s sword.”

“He transformed sword qi into ten thousand swords to attack Lu Qingyuan. Lu Qingyuan should have lost. But Lu Qingyuan’s sword qi and sword force were stronger than his, and he used them to counterattack. That is why Qin Chuan lost,” Sword Lord Nanming said. “Qin Chuan lost because he did not understand his opponent.”

In other words, he had underestimated the enemy.

But was it only underestimating the enemy?

Sword Lord Nanming looked at Lu Qingyuan on the stage ahead, the one who had concealed his depths so well that even now, no one had seen through where his limits lay, and thought to himself that this was not as simple as merely underestimating the enemy.

Beside him, Lin Yunheng heard this, and a thoughtful expression appeared on his face. “Qin Chuan is inferior to Lu Qingyuan.”

After hearing this, Sword Lord Nanming gave a faint, dismissive smile.

“Perhaps.”

Qin Chuan’s sword lacked tempering.

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