Héros immortel: Je peux voir le taux de réussite - Chapitre 121

Pour le dire franchement, none of the young people present were worthy of Lin An’s attention!

Lin An retrieved a sword from the system space that he had drawn two days ago when he had nothing better to do.

Après être entré, there was already a person holding a sharp knife and spear waiting on the stage.

There was a guard under each stage who was in charge of supervising, and Lin An was no exception.

Seeing that the two of them had confirmed their weapons, the guard took out a notebook, asked for their names, and recorded them down. Puis, he said expressionlessly, “Let the match begin!”

Whoosh!

Just as the sound of the match starting rang out, the spear cultivator immediately rushed towards Lin An, the spear in his hand sweeping towards Lin An.

Lin An was extremely calm. The long blade in his hand suddenly slashed forward!

Bruit!

Metal and stone vibrated. Des étincelles ont volé!

The cultivator’s voice suddenly changed drastically. With just one slash, his entire palm was forcefully split open, and fresh blood flowed out!

The spear cultivator instantly flew into a rage out of humiliation. Holding the long spear in his hand, he immediately unleashed a sweeping move.

The corners of Lin An’s mouth curled up and the long blade in his hand slashed down once again!

The blade cut through the air and landed heavily on the ground!

This wasn’t a profound move at all. It completely relied on the strength of his physical body to concentrate his power into an instant explosion.

After Lin An cultivated the Hell King’s Purgatory Form, his physical body and strength had long been strengthened. This slash was even more powerful than before!

Bruit!

The long spear and the blade clashed heavily together!

pourtant, the long spear in the cultivator’s hand broke in an instant. À la fois, he was sent flying by a huge force. He spat out a mouthful of blood and his body was like a kite with a broken string. He fell out of the battle stage and fainted on the spot!

The imperial guard below the stage immediately widened his eyes and his face was filled with shock!

He found it hard to believe that Lin An actually had such powerful strength on this stage where his cultivation was restricted. Comme il fumait, he sent the cultivator flying with a slash. Even the long spear was cut in half!

With such strange strength, was this guy even human?

The imperial guard was slightly stunned, but he didn’t have time to think too much. He hurriedly took out a talisman and sent the unconscious long spear cultivator out.

As soon as the cultivator disappeared, the teleportation effect on the stage immediately took effect.

Whoosh!

A white light flashed across the stage and, peu après, a proud man dressed in white with a long sword in his hand appeared in front of Lin An!

The imperial guard raised his head and looked over. He was instantly stunned and exclaimed in surprise, “Descendant of the God of Swords, Ye Changkong!”

À la fois, countless gazes outside the arena were also focused on Lin An’s arena.

But their focus was on the descendant of the God of Swords, Ye Changkong!

This peerless prodigy who was known as the most dazzling future star of the Langya Sword Sect in recent years, the descendant of the God of Swords, had finally entered the arena!

The Crimson Shadowless Sword in his hand was personally refined by the sect master of the Langya Sword Sect, killing without a trace!

In addition to his powerful strength and sword techniques, it could be said that he was the most powerful candidate to compete for the husband of the bride at this marriage gathering.

Par conséquent, the moment he appeared, he immediately attracted the attention of everyone present.

This was the treatment of a proud son of heaven, attracting the attention of tens of thousands of people!

Everyone had long been filled with anticipation towards his sword technique and strength!

“Ye Changkong’s sword technique foundation is basically solid. Maintenant, even if he doesn’t use his true essence energy, his sword technique is still at perfection. Winning three consecutive victories is simply a piece of cake.”

“Pity those who became his opponents. I’m afraid the ones who lost won’t have any ability to parry. Looks like that kid is the first person with extremely bad luck.”

“Eh, that kid seems to have already won one round?”

“Xie Tianshang assis à côté d'eux. If he hadn’t met Ye Changkong, he might have continued to win until he cleared the stage.”

Everyone shook their heads one after another, feeling sorry for Lin An.

On the Langya Sword Sect’s side, a few disciples who hadn’t participated in the trial sat at the side, a cold smile appearing on their lips.

“Héhé, guess how many moves Senior Brother Ye will use to win the competition?”

“Do you even need to guess? One move is enough!”

“C'est exact. With Senior Brother Ye’s sword technique, even if he is unable to use the power of true essence, he is still one of the best in the Cangyun Continent!”

“That brat will definitely lose within three moves!”

“Héhé, I guess it’s within two moves!”

A few disciples discussed casually. No one thought that Ye Changkong would lose.

The only thing they could guess was whether Lin An would be defeated within a few moves or surrender on the spot!

“Lin An, you’re already in the second round. Please change your weapon!”

The Imperial Guard reminded from below the stage.

L'instant d'après, Lin An’s spiritual sense moved and he took out a sharp sword from his system inventory. His gaze swept towards ye Changkong and an austere killing intent that was like the sharp edge of a sword instantly surged through his entire body!

Using a sword?

He actually dared to use a sword in front of the descendant of the God of Swords?

Toutes les personnes présentes étaient stupéfaites. The imperial guards below the stage were even more dumbfounded.

“Has he gone crazy? Doesn’t he know that Ye Changkong is most skilled in sword techniques?”

“Regardless of cultivation level, among the five nations, the only one who dares to use a sword in front of Ye Changkong is his father, the God of Swords!”

“Could it be that that kid has never heard of the name of the descendant of the God of Swords, Ye Changkong? hahaha, what a country bumpkin.”

“This person is hopeless!”

Everyone present shook their heads. Some mocked, some sympathized, and some looked on coldly!

On the Langya Sword Sect’s side, a few disciples were also slightly stunned before they immediately laughed out in an absurd manner.

“This unfamiliar kid… Héhé. He really doesn’t know death!”

“Senior Brother Ye doesn’t care about the rules at all. Look at Senior Brother Ye’s expression. Could it be that his killing intent has been provoked by this provocation?”

“If he really killed someone, I’m afraid that the Fire Emperor wouldn’t do anything to Senior Brother Ye. En réalité, for the sake of the friendship of the Langya Sword Sect, he would even cover for Senior Brother Ye!”

“haha, nous ne pouvons rien y faire. Who asked our Senior Brother Ye to be so outstanding!”

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The people on the other side were also stunned.

The Hundred Flower Valley people from the three great sects were all looking at Lin An on the martial arts stage in shock!

“Look at this person’s figure. Why is he exactly the same as the disciple that our sect is looking for in the trial tower?”

“En effet, I happened to be present that day and witnessed that historic scene!”

“Aîné, do we need to step out and dissuade him? And also ask if he is the person we are looking for?” A disciple looked at the old man beside him and asked in a low voice.

The old man frowned slightly and shook his head. “There is no need for that for now. If it is him, then it is impossible for him to lose to Ye Changkong!”

The few Hundred Flower Valley disciples could not help but open their mouths slightly when they heard this but, à la fin, ils n'ont rien dit.

The gazes of everyone present were all focused on the battle stage.

Everyone was paying attention to Ye Changkong’s battle. A battle where they couldn’t use their true essence and could only rely on their martial arts to win!

The corners of Lin An’s mouth curled up and his finger lightly flicked the blade of the Nine Nether Weeping Blood Sword.

Bourdonner!

The sharp sword let out a slight tremble and the sound of the sword rang out slightly.

Bruissement!

A cold light flashed through Ye Changkong’s eyes. He had already taken the initiative to attack!