Chapter Sixty - The Tip of the Blade Revealed

  "It's you who should get out of here!"

  Lin Yuanren was in the air, without flashing or dodging, and with the Cloud Treading Nine Heavens Step, he made a move as if on solid ground, not feeling any weakness at all. Similarly, one palm chopped out.

  A blue true yuan instantly filled his arm.

  The air was suddenly filled with a turbulent atmosphere, the two people's momentum met in mid-air, as if even space itself was twisted. Everyone present couldn't help but shiver.

  Chen Ming's true yuan burst out and encountered this blue true yuan. In an instant, the entire space was ignited.

  Bang!

  A dull thud.

  The next moment after the rabbit jumped and the bird fell, Lin Yuan and Chen Ming's palms were already hard against each other.

  Strong winds blowing in all directions, spreading out like a whirlwind on all sides.

  "Thud thud thud", Chen Minglin and Lin Yuantian both retreated backwards at the same time.

  Even!

  "Brother Chen Ming..." The disciples of Beiyuan cried out in shock.

  Chen Ming, although not top-notch in the Northern Courtyard, was still a mid-Ninth Realm cultivator. Lin Yuan, on the other hand, was only at the Initial Stage, yet he had managed to block Chen Ming's senior brother's attack.

  To these few Northern Courtyard disciples, this was simply an unthinkable thing.

  "Good!"

  "Great job, Lin!"

  The young masters of Nan Institute saw Lin Xuan unexpectedly catch this move, and their expressions were also extremely excited.

  The disciples of the South Institute couldn't help but burst into a thunderous applause at this scene, their excited faces flushing red as they cheered wildly for Lin Yuan.

  It's worth noting that just now, almost no one in the entire Southern Courtyard was a match for Chen Ming. The morale of the entire Southern Courtyard had plummeted. At this time, Lin Yuan appeared, and naturally everyone was excited.

  In fact, there are not a few people in the Southern Courtyard who can defeat Chen Ming. It's just that the Southern Courtyard has always been low-key and doesn't like to participate in struggles, so those Nine Heavens Boundary and even Half-Step Pre-Heavenly Sovereigns rarely take action. This also led to the Southern Courtyard being at a disadvantage all along, not showing its strength.

  The disciples below saw this situation and couldn't help but feel some excitement in their hearts.

  Suddenly, a junior brother from the Northern Courtyard couldn't help but speak up: "Junior brothers of the Southern Courtyard, do you dare to make a bet with us from the Northern Courtyard?"

  "What's there to be afraid of? We've gambled at the South Institute before. I'll go first, I'll put up 100 taels." The disciples of the South Institute seemed to have regained their confidence, each and every one of them spirited.

  This battle seems to have no chance of winning for Lin Yuan, but in order to save face for the Southern Courtyard, these people had no choice but to go up. However, that previous scene made the disciples of the Southern Courtyard see hope, and maybe there's still a chance.

  The disciple who had just mentioned making a bet, pulled out an inscrutable smile on his face and said lightly: "In that case, let's start placing our bets then."

  A light sentence suddenly triggered countless anger in Nan Yuan: "What are we afraid of, gamble!"

  The disciples of the South Institute had been suppressed for a long time, and although they had only just arrived, they could already smell the gunpowder in the air. Having just been bullied, their original fiery temper was now boiling over with rage, and they couldn't care less about winning or losing.

  It is said that one may lose a battle but not the war. Even if they are bound to lose against Lin Yuan, they will absolutely not retreat in front of Bei Yuan.

  "Good!" The Northern Courtyard disciple laughed and said: "Bet!"

  No one expected Lin Yuan to win, the gap between them is obvious, one ranked fifty-four and the other ranked fifty-six, unless a miracle happens, Lin Yuan will definitely lose to Chen Ming.

  The following bets of the younger brother can be regarded as a small episode, and the two did not take it seriously.

  "Good job, kid. You actually caught one of my moves." Chen Ming said with a smile, his eyes fixed on Lin Yuan, ready at any moment.

  Lin Yuan burst out laughing and instead of retreating, he took a step forward.

  Lin Yuan hadn't fought in a long time, of course, referring to top-notch fighters. Since Lin Yuan's debut, the strongest had been the early stages of Jiu Chong. Now, there was a mid-stage Jiu Chong here, just right for exercising his muscles and bones.

  Lin Yuan still didn't draw his sword.

  He stepped out with the Cloud Treading Step, his figure fluttering like a startled swan, his palms flying in unison, transforming into swords, palm shadows dancing wildly, fluttering like jade butterflies, yet he was like a fierce tiger entering a flock of sheep, instantly arriving beside Chen Ming.

  Chen Ming, as a master of the Ninth Layer's middle period, naturally wouldn't let Lin Yuan attack him freely. With a lift of his palm wind, his true yuan was instantly mobilized.

  They exchanged blows back and forth, fighting dozens of rounds, Lin Yuan still didn't fall behind, becoming more courageous with each battle.

  This time, Lin Yuan only controlled his strength at the early stage of the ninth rank. This was also what Lin Yuan wanted to hone his martial skills. In addition, with Lin Yuan's dual cultivation in both martial and Daoist arts, his physical body had already reached a level that could rival those at the ninth rank, so he naturally didn't fall behind.

  Suddenly, Lin Yuan's lips curled up in a cold smile, and the true yuan in his palm suddenly increased, causing his palm to surge violently.

  Dozens of sharp palm winds were emitted from Lin Yuan's hands in an instant, tearing through the air and drawing long afterimages that shot towards Chen Ming from different angles.

  Palm wind brought surging true yuan, crisscrossing the red mangroves, instantly sealing off all of Chen Ming's escape routes. Most of the palm wind's true yuan struck Chen Ming directly.

  This is Lin Yuan finding Chen Ming's weakness through a handshake.

  Lin Yuan's palm strength suddenly became so strong and violent, Chen Ming didn't dare to slack off at all, immediately urging the Dan Tian true energy to boost to 100% of its power.

  Clap Clap Clap

  Lin Yuan's palm wind and his own fist wind collided countless times, in an instant as dense as rain hitting banana leaves, all the defenses laid down were crushed.

  From a distance, Chen Ming was completely enveloped by Lin Yuan's palm wind, and he might collapse at any moment.

  Just as everyone was watching with bated breath, Lin Yuan's next move left everyone stunned.

  In an instant, Lin Yuan's figure flashed, and he traversed a distance of nearly ten steps in the blink of an eye. He chopped his palm towards Chen Ming's back.

  This palm has no extra movements at all, and the true yuan on his hand is all retracted, but it has an astonishing degree, full of unprecedented power and confidence.

  A simple split!

  A common palm technique in Palm Law, combined with Lin Yuan's Treading Clouds Step, forms a powerful counterattack.

  So fast

  Chen Ming was suddenly shocked and didn't care about the consumption of his own true yuan, hurriedly gathering his true yuan.

  He thought that with his own boundary advantage, he would absolutely defeat Lin Yuan, but unexpectedly, after such a long time, he still hadn't won.

  Later, I thought Lin Yuan wanted to use brute force to win with cleverness, defensive counterattack palm wind, but didn't expect that Lin Yuan's move was so fast.

  But Chen Ming absolutely did not expect Lin Yuan's degree, and it would be so fast.

  Boom!

  Lin Yuan's palm directly met Chen Ming's palm, but Chen Ming's true yuan was instantly raised and had not fully played out, so how could he be Lin Yuan's opponent.

  Lin Yuan's palm directly forced Chen Ming back, and in the instant he was forced back, Lin Yuan flashed to his left side like a ghost, his palm directly pressed against Chen Ming's back.

  The situation was suddenly reversed.

  Chen Ming wasn't unwilling to counterattack, but Lin Yuan's speed was simply too fast. Every single palm strike was a must-save attack for the enemy, and unless he wanted to suffer severe injuries, he had no way of counterattacking.

  A scorching sensation ruthlessly tore open Chen Ming's body, penetrating his back, and instantly splitting his back open.

  Under the severe injury on his back, Chen Ming's true energy suddenly became disordered and scattered, with fresh blood spraying out of the wound several feet away.

  One move decides victory or defeat!

  Chen Ming, who had lost all his strength, knelt to the ground with a soft knee, and the true yuan that had been raised to half was powerless to continue. The true yuan instantly collapsed and dissipated, unable to threaten Lin Yuan in the slightest.

  The battle ended in an instant!

  It's over!