Chapter 12: This is how you use a sword!

  Under everyone's gaze, Tang Lin smiled slightly and said, "What are you afraid of?"

  The youth in purple clothes curved the corners of his mouth into a smile, and immediately his figure flashed, floating onto the battlefield, looking at Tang Lin with a light tone, saying: "Although you are Tang Xiao Feng's younger brother, I won't show mercy."

  Tang Lin simply responded with an "uh-huh".

  The middle-aged man in purple clothes saw that things had come to this, and could only say: "You all prepare yourselves, remember, this is just a challenge, do not use killing moves, and do not hurt each other's tendons and bones!" After finishing speaking, he sat back down on the large purple sandalwood chair, quietly looking at the two people in front of him.

  The whole audience fell silent.

  Everyone looked at Tang Lin, their eyes filled with disappointment. Who would have thought that the brilliant and stunning genius of yesteryear had become just another ordinary person? It's truly lamentable!

  Many people have lost interest in watching, but thinking of Tang Xiaofeng still being here, they cast their eyes on this beautiful figure. On the entire battlefield, only here is the most beautiful landscape.

  The challenge begins!

  A tense and drawn atmosphere filled the stage, the young man in purple robes gazed calmly at Tang Lin, his palm flipped over, and a fine sword appeared in his hand.

  "Draw your sword!" The young man in purple robes glared at Tang Lin.

  Tang Lin smiled and said: "My weapon is this." As he spoke, he raised his own hand and clenched it into a fist.

  His weapon is his fist.

  There is nothing in the world that can be harder than a person's bones! Steel can be melted into slurry, gold can be made into bars, but a person's bone spirit, no matter how much it is tempered and refined, will never be defeated!

  Few people understand this point, the young man in purple clothes laughed and sneered: "The sword has no eyes, if my sword accidentally cuts off your fist, don't blame me."

  Tang Lin smiled slightly.

  There are many kinds of smiles, some kind, some malicious, and one that is indifferent. Tang Lin was clearly the latter.

  "Hmm!" The purple-robed youth's eyes flashed with a cold light, and his body suddenly burst forth, his movements swift as he seemed to merge with the heavens and earth. As he raised his head, the sky was filled with sword shadows, like a rain curtain descending from above, each shadow carrying an air of sharpness and majesty.

  Everyone gasped in unison.

  This perfect unity of man and sword, combined with this unparalleled swordsmanship, made the vast majority of people in the arena think that if they were on stage at this moment, they would definitely be forced off the battlefield.

  Under everyone's gaze, Tang Lin still stood smiling, the sword shadows covering the sky and falling down. In his eyes, this sharp sword light seemed like soft willow catkins. Amidst a burst of exclamations, his palm reached into the sword curtain.

  Time seemed to have stopped flowing.

  Those sword shadows that filled the sky suddenly disappeared without a trace, and the figure of the young man in purple clothes appeared in front of Tang Lin, with the tip of his sword now being grasped by Tang Lin's hand.

  Everyone was shocked.

  Everyone present was a student of the Seven Star Martial Arts Academy, each and every one of them being a rare talent. Their eyesight was astonishingly sharp, and it was only natural that they could see that Tang Lin's seemingly casual grab had actually grasped the sword tip. To achieve this required speed and eyesight that had reached the extreme limits.

  This single move was enough to make everyone secretly admire Tang Lin.

  The youth in purple clothes had a flash of anger on his face, and was just about to twist the sword blade to cut off Tang Lin's fingers. However, Tang Lin lightly pinched the tip of the sword with his fingers, and slightly popped it, transmitting the force into the sword blade, causing this long sword to hum and tremble immediately.

  The youth in purple robes was shocked and felt that his hand seemed to have lost its strength, just as Tang Lin's palm jerked back, taking away his long sword.

  Karate chops the white blade!

  This set of ultimate skills is not a secret book of martial arts. Generally, powerful warriors can easily take away the weapons of weaker warriors.

  At this moment, it was used on Tang Lin, but it was incredibly skilled. Everyone couldn't believe that the purple-clothed youth, who had reached the seventh realm of martial arts, would actually have his weapon snatched away by Tang Lin!

  What a great shame!

  The youth in purple clothes looked as ugly as a pig's liver. For a martial artist, having his weapon taken away was no different from his wife being flirted with right in front of him.

  "The sword is used like this." Tang Lin gently grasped the hilt, smiled at the purple-clothed youth, and slowly raised the sword in his hand, thinking of the first move of the Seven Stars Sword Technique.

  "Sword Tip!"

  The sword in his hand was slowly handed over, but it was as brilliant as a meteor, and the style of this sword made all the voices in the field fall silent.

  The sword tip was like a star's sharp point, directly pointing at the young man in purple clothes' forehead.

  The youth in purple robes was greatly shocked, hastily using the Heaven-Man Unity Body Technique to dodge, but at this moment, his body seemed to be fixed in place, only able to stare blankly as this sword that dominated the heavens and earth slowly approached.

  Death is slowly beckoning.

  An intangible fear gripped his heart like a giant hand.

  The sword tip stopped an inch in front of his forehead, and the oppressive chill seemed to have cut off his eyebrows.

  Tang Lin smiled and inserted his long sword upside down in front of the young man in purple clothes, then turned around and returned to the center of the battlefield.

  The entire scene seemed to have frozen in time, but at this moment it suddenly flowed again. A deafening roar erupted from the crowd as everyone stared at Tang Lin in shock, unable to imagine that he, with his weak strength, would win, and win so effortlessly!

  Genius!

  This is an otherworldly genius!

  Everyone seemed to be boiling over!

  Those who originally saw Tang Lin as a Martial Artist of the Sixth Realm and had disappointment and contempt for him completely changed their minds.

  Although the battle just now was brief, every move made by Tang Lin showed his incredible strength!

  The young man in purple clothes is defeated!

  The young man in purple clothes hung his head and looked at the sword inserted upside down by his feet, feeling so ashamed that he could hardly lift his head. The cheers of everyone sounded so piercing to him.

  "Go ahead." The purple-robed master sighed lightly.

  The young man in purple clothes bit his teeth, didn't dare to lift his head, quickly left the battlefield, and his greyish back was full of embarrassment.

  The red-robed master beside him, with a glint in his eyes, said: "The sword's momentum is like thunder, yet it's as calm as a peaceful wave. This level of martial arts attainment doesn't just reach the realm of unity between heaven and man, but also integrates the two realms of 'lifting the heavy as light' and 'lifting the light as heavy'!"

  Tang Xiaofeng nodded slightly.

  The enemy's fierce and violent attack is like a gentle breeze in front of me, without any strength.

  Lift lightly as heavily, use a needle's power, yet can lift up a huge stone!

  This is a profound and mysterious realm of martial arts, although it can be said that before reaching the state of unity between heaven and man, one will have an epiphany about these two major realms, but most people only have an epiphany without integrating it into their bones.

  What Tang Lin just demonstrated is 'lifting the heavy as if it were light'. However, with Tang Lin's current level of martial arts, although he demonstrated 'lifting the heavy as if it were light', there is an essential difference from ordinary people.

  "It seems that these nine months were not wasted, and the little fool has gained some insight." Tang Xiao Feng thought to herself, her eyes shining with delight as she gazed at Tang Lin's figure.

  "The farce is over." The purple-robed master said to Tang Lin: "Let's officially begin."

  Tang Lin smiled and nodded.

  This time the laughter is kind.

  At this time, the purple-robed master's follower, Nangong Hua, walked out from behind him, holding a black long spear with red tassels that seemed to be on fire. He smiled at Tang Lin and said: "Your swordsmanship was quite impressive just now. It seems you're skilled with swords. Bring out your weapon!"

  Tang Lin nodded and walked over to the nearby weapon rack, selecting a fine iron longsword.

  Nangong Hua exclaimed in surprise: "You're going to use this sword?"

  Tang Lin smiled and said: "I haven't forged a sword of my own yet, so I'll just use this one for now."

  Nangong Huabrow furrowed, saying: "The 'Black Dragon' in my hand is a thousand-year-old ice-tempered steel, and for such ordinary iron weapons, just one exchange of blows will cut them in two!"

  "It doesn't matter." Tang Lin weighed the sword in his hand and said, "Just right to practice one's control."

  Nan Gonghua didn't say another word and immediately walked onto the stage, standing with his gun at the ready.

  When Nan Gong Yu appeared, everyone was in an uproar.

  "The first move was made by Nan Gonghua, isn't this a bit too unfair?"

  "Among these three, he is the weakest, do you want that white-clothed devil to make a move?"

  "Alright."

  Everyone looked at the white-clad young man behind the purple-robed master, their eyes filled with fear and dread. The title "White-Clothed Devil" was apparently universally recognized.

  Duel begins!

  Tang Lin held a long sword in his hand and quietly gazed at Nan Gonghua.

  Nangong Huagazed at Tang Lin, and did not immediately take action. The two locked eyes, as if sparks flew between them.

  The momentum on the battlefield continued to rise.

  A suffocating pressure, everyone standing below the stage could easily feel it, all holding their breath and staring tightly at the two on stage.

  Whoosh!

  Nangong Hua finally made the first move.

  Only a glimpse of Nan Gonghua's figure was seen, his speed was so fast that it seemed like teleportation, and the long gun in his hand had already appeared on Tang Lin's forehead.

  Everyone was shocked into stillness.

  Tang Lin's expression remained unchanged, and the sword in his hand had somehow risen to just before his forehead, lightly deflecting this swift and deadly thrust.

  Nangong Huai's heart sank, and he immediately launched his strongest physical technique.

  "Mad Shadow Phantom Kill!"

  Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

  His figure flashed four times in a row, and all that could be seen were the four black red-tasseled spearheads, which violently swept towards Tang Lin's front, back, left, and right, sealing off all his escape routes.

  Whoosh!

  A pitch-black long spear pierced down from Tang Lin's head, this time it was truly a dead end, blocking all retreats.

  Everyone's face fell.

  Tang Xiaofeng's slender hand clenched tightly, half a year ago she had suffered no small loss under this move, and was only able to break free by enduring injury.

  Tang Lin's eyes flashed, and his footsteps slightly swayed.

  Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh~~

  Suddenly, over a hundred Tang Lins appeared in the entire arena.

  "Hundred Illusory Bodies!" The Red Building Master and Tang Xiaofeng exclaimed in unison, filled with shock and wild joy.

  Tang Xiaofeng was so excited that she clenched her fists tightly. She knew that in the entire Star Pavilion, there were several martial gods who had not reached the realm of "Hundred Illusory Bodies".

  "Rain of Swords!"

  Tang Lin's mouth hummed a low tune, the long sword in his hand suddenly transformed into a silver-white waterfall, pouring down towards Nan Gongyu. Countless sword shadows enveloped and dissolved the four black-red-tasseled spearheads that had been wrapped around Tang Lin, and then attacked Nan Gongyu himself.

  Nangong Huai's heart skipped a beat as he hastily swung his long spear to cover himself.

  Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

  At this moment, hundreds of phantoms all performed the second move of the Seven Stars Sword Technique, "Sword Rain". Hundreds of silver-white waterfall-like sword curtains descended upon Nan Gonghua's body.

  "How is this possible!" Nan Gonghua's eyes widened in shock, he couldn't believe that Tang Lin could still cast "Sword Rain" while casting "Hundred Phantom Bodies"!

  Boom!

  One hundred phantoms is just a pincer movement.

  Nangonghua's body was like a bird with broken wings, his long spear flying out of his hand, and his body heavily falling onto the stage.

  Defeat!

  ……

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