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Before the fight even started, the online buzz exploded.
Netizens from all sides began passionately commenting online.
"Brother Yang": "Come on, everyone, come see my dear Liang utterly defeat Lei Jiao! My dear Liang is one against two. This school flower, Miss Ling, is just an accessory!"
"Little Red Without a Hat": "Who the hell does she think she is? A dark horse that's just emerged, and she dares to try to ride on my brother Tianwen's popularity? He'll take her down in two and a half moves!"
"Fahai Has No Love": "Shoo this old hen out! All this 'brother, brother' all the time, you think you have billions of 'brothers' online? I'll pluck all their feathers!"
"Xu Xian Has No Snake": "Fahai, why are you everywhere? What do you care if someone calls them 'brothers'? Have you just graduated from college?!"
"..."
Wu Liang lay on his bed, scrolling through the netizens' comments with great interest.
"As expected, people from everywhere love gossip. But I like what that 'Brother Yang' said. Little Xuexue, you'll just be my accessory. Watch me take on two and avenge my humiliation today!"
A draw?
That's humiliating! He wouldn't accept any result other than winning.
He had to beat Xuan Tianwen; otherwise, this cheat would be wasted.
Ling Qingxue massaged her temples with a resigned expression.
"If you really want to win, don't be careless. Xuan Tianwen is also a top genius. I'll hold him off for you first, but I'm no match for him right now. Ten minutes at most, the rest is up to you."
Wu Liang snorted, seemingly unconcerned.
"The virtual space doesn't restrict my use of bloodline divine skill. My magnificent Taotie phantom can shatter the Thunder Dragon with a single slap!"
The greatest truths are the simplest; what could be a faster and more effective attack than a giant slap?
The virtual space perfectly simulated his peak condition, so even though his bloodline power hadn't fully recovered, he could still unleash his bloodline divine skill within it.
While Lei Jiao could also use his bloodline skills, Wu Liang absolutely refused to believe it would be stronger than him!
He was capable of killing a Seventh Rank powerhouse, albeit severely injured, but he was still the one who killed him.
Ling Qingxue connected to the Virtual Mirror with her spiritual power.
"We should enter the virtual space."
Virtual Space.
Ling Qingxue and Xuan Tianwen appeared almost simultaneously.
Xuan Tianwen sensed the violent aura emanating from Wu Liang, and sweat beaded on his forehead.
"He's much stronger than last time. If I want to win, I must start with Ling Qingxue!"
Ever since he knew Lei Jiao would likely lose to Wu Liang, he contacted Ling Qingxue, wanting to change the battle into a full-on fight between the two.
That way, even if he lost, he could accept it.
Although it might seem like he was using his superior cultivation level to intimidate others, he had no choice. Wu Liang's pressure was too great, forcing him to go all out.
Outside the virtual space, top geniuses like Beiming Yan, Liu Fufeng, and Mu Bing were watching the martial arts battle.
Ling Qingxue and Xuan Tianwen were both geniuses at the same level as them.
The difference in their strength was only a hair's breadth, largely due to their magical beasts.
If it were a true martial arts battle, any of them could contend for first place.
"Just how strong is the Taotie? Today will tell," Liu Fufeng murmured softly.
He was originally the undisputed number one of this year's contestants, but Ling Qingxue's appearance made him feel a sense of crisis.
Wu Liang's combat strength today would be the basis for his assessment!
Inside the virtual space, the two had already begun circulating their vital energy.
Xuan Tianwen, his face grim, looked ahead. "Ling Qingxue, please go all out this time. Win or lose, show me your peak strength!"
"I will. Let's begin. I need to cultivate afterward," Ling Qingxue replied calmly.
The rule of martial arts combat was to go all out, thus showing the utmost respect for the opponent.
Boom!
In an instant, two fierce auras erupted. One was a deep, all-consuming darkness, the other a brilliant, thunderous blue.
Neither gave an inch, and the fight immediately became a brutal, close-quarters battle.
Using such a powerful attack right from the start?
Impossible. Bloodline divine skills consumed enormous amounts of energy. They could only be used to decide the outcome in a crucial moment.
If the bloodline divine skill failed to defeat the opponent, then one would be completely powerless.
When the magical beast's rank was low, this technique was a double-edged sword, capable of inflicting heavy damage on both sides.
As the rank increased, control over the bloodline divine skill would gradually become more proficient.
Ling Qingxue conjured a longsword, its blade shimmering with profound sword light, exuding a sharp and menacing aura.
Xuan Tianwen, too, unleashed his trump card, wielding a silver-white spear in one hand, his entire body brimming with lightning power.
One way to describe him at this moment—Thor the Thunder God!
Clang!
The longsword clashed with the spear, the terrifying force traveling through the blades to Ling Qingxue's arm, forcing her to stagger back several steps.
A test was necessary; without ascertaining Xuan Tianwen's approximate strength, she couldn't accurately assess the situation.
"The level difference is too great. Ten minutes is indeed my limit."
Ling Qingxue wasn't discouraged, for she was no slouch either!
Her fingers brushed against the blade, unleashing an unexpected burst of sharp energy that surged forth, forming a hundred-meter-long sword dragon.
Xuan Tianwen, about to continue his onslaught, narrowed his eyes, his gaze filled with horror.
"Sword Intent! You actually comprehended Sword Intent!"
Brother Yao in the live stream became even more excited, his face beaming with joy.
"Genius! This is absolutely genius! At only eighteen years old, she's already comprehended martial arts intent, and even one of the most difficult to grasp—Sword Intent! Ling Qingxue will undoubtedly become an unparalleled swordsman!"
Sword Intent was something a martial artist could only comprehend after reaching the pinnacle of swordsmanship.
Many King Rank experts possessed Sword Intent, but generally, it was only around the Sixth Rank that one began to grasp it
Even Xuan Tianwen, a Third Rank martial artist, hadn't comprehended it, yet Ling Qingxue had already done so at the Second Rank. Calling her a genius was no exaggeration.
Xiao Lu nodded in agreement. "She is indeed a genius, but the gap in levels is insurmountable. The Sword Intent skill enhances the power of her swordsmanship, but that's all."
"Then let's wait and see!"
Brother Yao trusted Ling Qingxue even more, having witnessed her genius in wielding martial arts through spiritual formations.
Boom!
A long dragon formed of sword energy soared out, crashing fiercely into Xuan Tianwen, who wielded a spear.
"Thunderous Overlord Spear!"
Thunder roared across the sky, empowering him and showering him with boundless divine might.
Xuan Tianwen channeled the power of thunder into his spear, and a phantom of an overlord appeared behind him, fiercely wielding the spear.
The sword light collided with the thunder and was instantly pierced; the long dragon of sword energy was as fragile as paper.
Seeing this, countless netizens showed expressions of disappointment.
"This is Sword Intent? It's so weak! It could at least hold out for a second!"
"Exactly, it shatters with a single touch. It's not even as powerful as a few sword energies. This Sword Intent is just so-so."
"What a bunch of loudmouths! Why don't you go for it if you dare!"
The crowd buzzed with speculation, utterly unable to gauge Ling Qingxue's true intentions.
She remained motionless except for unleashing her Sword Dragon technique, not even dodging the Thunder Overlord Spear that was about to strike her.
Xuan Tianwen frowned deeply, but remained vigilant.
He didn't believe that Ling Qingxue, a prodigy, would be defeated so easily.
"The moon sheds tears, but I am not reflected in the mirror!"
A bright full moon rose above Ling Qingxue's head, its light filling the battle space, its aura cold and profound.
The ground at this moment seemed to transform into a bright mirror, reflecting her cold, expressionless face.