"I've been expecting this showdown for a long time. After you defeated Zhang Cang, I thought I'd have to wait many years, but I didn't expect the showdown to come so soon!"

  Ling Sen first took notice of Lin Ming when he saw his duel with Zhang Cang, at that time, he and Tuo Su had arrived together, causing quite a stir.

  Lin Ming entered the Seventh Under Heaven Pavilion for only a month, and defeated Zhang Cang, the master of the Earth Temple. At that time, Ling Sen had a premonition that one day he would fight Lin Ming, which was already a high evaluation of Lin Ming. However, looking at it now, it still greatly underestimated Lin Ming.

  For a moment, Lin Ming was indeed in a state of meditation and breath control, even though his condition had hardly consumed anything.

  With a completely relaxed mind, entering an empty and spiritual state, waiting for this peak showdown.

  The audience present had been unable to sit still for a long time, eagerly awaiting the final battle, the peak showdown between Tianyun Country's two most formidable young geniuses!

  Such a grand event, once in a lifetime, what can be more exciting for a martial artist than this?

  Although there were still snowflakes floating in the sky at that time, the audience's enthusiasm seemed to melt the snow.

  "After all, who will win?"

  "Who do you think will win?"

  "Who is the first young martial artist of Tianyun Country?"

  ……

  Almost all the audience were discussing this issue, each expressing their own views around it. Some self-proclaimed "experts" even began to speculate about the fight between the two, and for a time, Ling Sen and Lin Ming hadn't even fought yet, but had already been speculated into many different versions of the battle, which was incredibly intense when told.

  If it were someone who didn't know, they would have thought that these martial artists, who were speaking with vivid and exaggerated expressions, had already watched the duel between Lin Ming and Ling Sen.

  This battle will determine the number one young martial artist of Tianyun Country, but Ling Sen knows that his chances of winning are not high. Even if he wins, he can't become the number one young martial artist of Tianyun Country. He is just twenty-one years old, while Lin Ming is only sixteen, a five-year age gap that is an insurmountable chasm.

  These five years are the most crucial five years for a martial artist. After Lin Ming has gone through these five years, he will definitely become a top-notch expert.

  At that time, I had just barely broken through the Condensation Period.

  Time flies like an arrow.

  Ling Sen stepped onto the martial arts arena first, his footsteps steady. An invisible aura of killing intent emanated from him, and snowflakes falling beside him were naturally blown away by this aura, not a single flake landing on his body.

  Lin Ming drew out his Heavy Profound Soft Silver Spear. His spear and Ling Sen's sword were both mid-grade precious artifacts in the human stage, making them fairly even in terms of weapons.

  Two people stood still, ten zhang apart, silently staring at each other. The surrounding air seemed to be stirred by the two of them, forming several invisible whirlpools. Snowflakes danced and fluttered in the wind.

  "The rules will no longer be repeated, let's start the game!"

  After the elder judge announced, neither of them moved. Lin Ming's right hand grasped the heavy silver spear horizontally, with the spearhead pointing diagonally at the ground, while Ling Sen held his sword in both hands, with the blade horizontal across his chest.

  Although they didn't move, the atmosphere between the two of them was silently building up.

  Ryōsen's killing intent was formed by slaughtering countless Shura Oni in the Shura martial arts, just like a fierce gust of wind on a cold winter day. If a slightly weaker warrior were to face Ryōsen's killing intent head-on, it would be like an ordinary person standing naked in the freezing snow, unable to exert even half their strength, and some with weak minds would be so frightened that they would lose all sense of direction and be defeated without a fight.

  Lin Ming, on the other hand, was the exact opposite. His aura was forged from his powerful blood and energy. The mighty force of his blood and energy churned and bubbled like a raging inferno, which ordinary people wouldn't notice anything out of the ordinary. However, if a martial artist who practiced necromancy or exorcism techniques drew near, they would feel as though they were approaching a scorching hot furnace. Any vengeful spirits that drew near would immediately scatter in all directions.

  Ling Sen's icy killing aura clashed with Lin Ming's vital energy in mid-air, one extremely cold and the other scorching hot. The two forces met, and ice and fire could not coexist!

  But in the end it was Lin Ming's blood and energy that overpowered the cold yin, and Ling Sen could even clearly hear the "hissing" sound of his killing intent being shattered by the blood and energy.

  "Who would have thought that I could actually suppress my Sura's killing aura with just my Qi and blood!"

  "Speed as fast as a ghost, **power is strong, true yuan is thick and pure, and there is also the support of powerful qi and blood, endurance is also no need to doubt, this Lin Ming is simply all-powerful!"

  Ling Sen's expression became even more solemn, and in an instant, he retracted all the killing intent from his body. The substantialized killing intent condensed on the surface of his body, complementing his five-foot heavy sword. At that moment, in people's eyes, he was like an insurmountable mountain peak.

  Even two generals in the audience who had reached the late stage of Cong Mai couldn't help but wonder if they could win if they fought against Ling Sen.

  It's unimaginable that the mid-term of the pulse can't beat the early stage of the tempered bone.

  "Take this sword!"

  "As soon as the word 'sword' came out, Ling Sen's entire body's killing intent converged on the black heavy sword, a five-foot heavy sword, emitting an excited hum!"

  "Hua!" Space seemed to be torn apart, a sword with an aura like a rainbow carrying unmatched sword energy, stabbed straight at Lin Ming's chest.

  The hard arena was only swept by the residual sword energy, and it burst open, with countless stones being thrown out by the tyrannical true yuan. From a distance, Ling Sen's sword seemed like a long dragon that constantly broke through rocks, sharp and unstoppable.

  "The dragon rises from the sea!"

  Lin Ming let out a loud roar, and the 5,000 strands of True Essence burst forth in unison. Amidst the incoming torrent of frenzied True Essence, the Heavy Profound Soft Silver Spear shot forward like a white dragon riding the waves, carrying an unstoppable momentum!

  "Boom!"

  A powerful impact force formed a shockwave visible to the naked eye, and all the floor tiles on the martial arts arena were blown away. The snowflakes within a hundred-meter radius were swept clean by the raging True Essence, and even practitioners of Body Tempering Second Level or Third Level felt like leaves in a storm, as if they could be blown away at any moment.

  Fortunately, the big shots in the audience had masters protecting them, and with a True Yuan shield, they were able to block the residual True Yuan waves.

  "Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"

  Ling Sen once took action, and would no longer stop, a string of attacks followed one after another, the five-foot heavy sword opened and closed, each sword carrying thick true yuan, sandwiched in the momentum of Wan Jun, like a mountain falling down!

  Lin Ming calmly and unhurriedly operated the Chaotic True Primordial Art to its extreme, every sword being received by him with ease, advancing and retreating at the same time. However, compared to his calm expression, the cracks that burst out from the stage behind him made people's eyes widen in shock!

  Lin Ming almost retreated a step, and the ground tiles under his feet burst into pieces. In an instant, Ling Sen's sword wind would send these tile fragments flying, and the entire martial arts arena was already in a state of disarray within a few breaths.

  "It's too terrifying, the true yuan energy released by just exchanging blows is already so destructive. If they were to face each other head-on, how could anyone withstand it?" Some martial artists in the audience who thought they had decent skills also felt a sense of despair as they watched this scene unfold. They had worked hard for decades, but were still far inferior to these two young people on stage.

  "Ling Sen's strength is at least equivalent to that of an ordinary Condensed Pulse mid-term warrior, and may even be comparable to a late-stage Condensed Pulse!" The experts present made this conclusion after some comparison.

  It's hard to believe that someone with initial Bone Forging cultivation could surpass a mid-stage Qi Condensation martial artist across multiple realms.

  Bai Jingyun listened to the discussions around her, silently gazing at Lin Ming's figure on stage, with a complex expression. Lin Ming, what is your trump card? Where is your true limit of power?

  The battle in the arena became increasingly fierce, and the explosive sound of the true yuan colliding with each other was like a rolling spring thunder, echoing for miles.

  However, in this comparison, Lin Ming's face did not redden, his heart did not beat faster, his vital energy was vigorous, his breathing was long and steady, inhaling like a snake, exhaling like a whirlwind, if he were in a calm state, one breath would be enough to burn through an entire incense stick.

  Ling Sen's endurance was slightly inferior.

  "Bloodlust!"

  Ling Sen let out a loud roar, and the Slaughter Domain burst forth. This was a special domain attack that he had developed using his Shura martial intent! When facing Zhao Ji Feng, Ling Sen's sword didn't even touch his opponent, yet he defeated him with just the Slaughter Domain alone!

  Whoa!

  In an instant, Lin Ming only felt that the surrounding scenery changed suddenly, the audience disappeared, the arena was gone, and he came to a completely strange world.

  A dark background tone, a gloomy sky without light, endless rugged rocks, and behind the rocks, countless fierce demons are hidden.

  Among the massive rocks, everywhere was a bottomless abyss emitting a chilling aura. Endless ghostly creatures crawled out of the abyss, their faces twisted in a terrifying grimace as they stared at Lin Ming's empty eyes with an unsettling greed and longing.

  An extremely cold feeling, the gloomy wind seemed to pierce through one's soul, even Lin Ming, with his vigorous blood and energy, felt an intense oppression in such an environment.

  Asura Realm?

  It was actually an attack by Shura's Wu Yi!

  Martial intent is not only used for cultivation, some can also be used for attack, it depends on the martial artist's understanding and application, as well as the quality of the martial intent itself.

  Shura's martial intent is the embodiment of war and cultivation as one!

  From this point of view, it is better than Lin Ming's Empty Spirit Martial Intent.

  However, Lin Mingke is not just about empty and ethereal martial arts concepts.

  He let out a cold snort, and Lin Ming's eyes turned into black whirlpools. Two swirling storms revolved around his eyes as their axis, wildly sweeping outward!

  "Waaaah!"

  Innumerable ghosts let out heart-rending howls, yet were unable to resist being swept into the whirlpool and torn to shreds!

  The grey rock also shattered and cracked, even space itself was torn apart.

  "Is it merely an illusion of the Asura realm formed by martial intent, how can it be compared to the hellish realm in the trials of life and death?"

  Lin Ming let out a loud roar, and with a deafening "Boom!", the entire world shattered!

  Innumerable fragments of illusions, rolled back into a black whirlpool, disappeared.

  Lin Ming's Wheel of Reincarnation martial intent, in the hundred reincarnations, has a profound understanding. In terms of illusory realm attacks, how can Ling Sen compare?

  He returned to the familiar martial arts arena, while Ling Sen let out a low growl, propping up his heavy sword with one hand and kneeling on one knee, his face turning pale.

  The audience was bewildered, and all they saw was Lin Ming's body momentarily pause, after which Ling Sen was like he had been heavily struck, half-kneeling on the ground. Throughout this entire process, Lin Ming's gun hadn't even touched Ling Sen.

  What's going on?