Rise from a Poor Family: My Martial Arts Counterattack

Chapter 393: The Final Appearance

The battleground at Wudao Mountain.

The air was filled with the light of swords, and all the onlookers were waiting to see how Qiao Yuan would receive this sword strike.

After the previous two battles, Qiao Yuan's strength has been recognized by many martial artists. These people do not know that Qiao Yuan has just entered the Xiantian realm. They only think that he is a genius like Su Lin, who has entered the Xiantian realm but does not care much about the ranking of Martial Dao Mountain.

Zhao Feng wore a smile on his face; he cultivated the sharpness of the sword.

Every sword strike is extremely aggressive.

Although Qiao Yuan is strong, he will be seriously injured if he takes this sword strike.

"Senior Brother Qiao!"

When the disciples of the Canglan Sect saw this sword, even though they could only see the image, they could tell from the sword's aura that it was definitely extraordinary. Their expressions became very tense, and they silently cheered for Qiao Yuan in their hearts.

Qiao Yuan's pupils shrank sharply. The opponent's sword strike was indeed very strong. If he were to take the hit, he would surely be seriously injured.

"I surrender."

Without any hesitation, Qiao Yuan chose to admit defeat.

It wasn't that he was afraid of getting hurt, but that he knew that even if he blocked the sword, he wouldn't be able to defeat this person afterward.

At that time, Lin Chen will still have to face the other party.

Since Lin Chen has chosen not to seize the opportunity to break into the top thirty, but instead to face the challenge of all innate martial artists, he must overcome this hurdle.

If one cannot even defeat this sword cultivator from the Guixu Sword Tomb, it is impossible to reach the top.

After Qiao Yuan conceded defeat, his figure disappeared from the spot. Zhao Feng looked at the vanished Qiao Yuan with astonishment in his eyes, but the next moment a smile appeared on his face. He was a wise guy who knew when to back down.

"Senior Brother Qiao has admitted defeat?"

The disciples of Canglan Sect were also stunned when they saw this scene. They did not expect that Senior Brother Qiao would admit defeat directly, which was completely different from his attitude in the previous two matches.

In the first two matches, Senior Brother Qiao adopted a do-or-die attitude, willing to get injured in order to quickly defeat his opponent. Why did he just admit defeat in this match?
If the disciples of the Canglan Sect were stunned, then the other martial artists watching from the Yan Dynasty were in an uproar, with many even wearing mocking expressions.

The Canglan Sect's plan was to have Qiao Yuan buy them time, but unexpectedly, a sword cultivator from the Guixu Sword Tomb appeared. Now that they knew they couldn't buy any more time, they gave up.

"Senior Brother Qiao, thank you for your hard work. Leave the rest to me."

As Qiao Yuan descended from Martial Dao Mountain, Lin Chen smiled slightly at him. The next moment, he took out the Martial Dao Seal from his pocket, and with a thought, he appeared on the steps of Martial Dao Mountain.

Seeing Lin Chen's figure disappear, Qiao Yuan stood silently to the side, sat cross-legged on the ground, and while healing his injuries, stared at the light screen in the sky.

The steps of Wudao Mountain.

Zhao Feng from the Sword Tomb of Guixu challenges you.

As soon as his figure appeared on the steps of Martial Arts Mountain, Lin Chen received a notification and agreed without any hesitation.

The battlefield was still a plain.

The moment Lin Chen's figure appeared on the light screen, everyone in the Yan Dynasty who was watching this battle became excited.

The main character has finally arrived.

Lin Chen's name was completely unknown in the Yan Dynasty three days ago, but after three days, it has spread throughout most of the Yan Dynasty, especially among young martial artists.

The challenge of achieving 100,000 consecutive wins is so impressive that the mere fact that it's being proposed is enough to attract attention, regardless of whether it's successful or not.

"You're Lin Chen?"

Zhao Feng looked at Lin Chen opposite him, his eyes narrowing slightly: "Originally, I didn't want to challenge you because you and Junior Brother Pei are from the same place. However, Junior Brother Pei said that since you chose the 100,000-game winning streak challenge, you hope to fight against all the geniuses of the Yan Dynasty, which has piqued my interest." Junior Brother Pei?
Upon hearing the other person's words, Lin Chen raised his eyes and asked, "Are you referring to Brother Pei Qingming?"

"Yes, it is him."

Hearing that it was Brother Pei, Lin Chen breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that Brother Pei had successfully joined the Guixu Sword Tomb.

However, Lin Chen scoffed at the man's claim that he wasn't going to challenge him out of respect for Brother Pei.

He didn't know what Brother Pei meant, but even if that was what Brother Pei really meant, this person wouldn't have come up to challenge him if he had a good relationship with Brother Pei.

He probably wanted to show off in front of Brother Pei, but Brother Pei ignored him.

Since that's the case, there's no need for me to hold back.

Lin Chen didn't ask any more questions, and Zhao Feng swallowed the words he had prepared and couldn't say them.

The atmosphere began to cool.

"They really are from the same place, so arrogant and self-important."

Zhao Feng sensed that Lin Chen had no intention of speaking again, and a flash of anger appeared in his eyes. This indifference, like that of Pei Qingming, was seen by Zhao Feng as a form of contempt for him.

Since that's the case, let them know that the Yan Dynasty is not something that people like them, from a desolate place of martial arts, can touch.

Zhao Feng's aura began to change, his momentum steadily rising. The long sword behind him was drawn, and the entire Martial Dao Mountain battlefield was instantly enveloped in a chilling aura.

Sensing the chilling sword intent surrounding him, Lin Chen's eyes showed a hint of surprise.

The moment this person drew his sword, his entire aura changed, transforming into that of a sharp longsword.

"A thousand-foot cliff returns to nothingness!"

Zhao Feng let out a soft shout, and the longsword in his hand transformed into a sky full of sword light. The sword shadows resembled ten thousand birds returning to their nests, and the sword cries that tore through the air filled the entire battlefield. Wherever the sword light passed, it plowed out trenches more than ten feet deep into the ground, and even the space itself rippled and cracked like water!

This sword strike was even stronger than the one he had used against Qiao Yuan before.

On the main hall plaza of the Canglan Sect, Qiao Yuan's gaze was also fixed on the light screen as he watched Zhao Feng's sword strike. He wanted to see how Lin Chen would receive the blow.

"As expected of a genius martial artist from the Guixu Sword Tomb, this sword strike... even through the light barrier, it was somewhat suffocating."

Many of the martial artists watching the battle were deeply shocked by the visual impact of this sword strike. If they were to face this sword strike at this moment, they would probably have no choice but to surrender.

The sword light was so intense that it filled the entire light screen, engulfing Lin Chen within it.

"Are you scared?"

"They didn't even fight back. Is the Canglan Sect going to become a laughing stock of the Yan Dynasty?"

Seeing Lin Chen allow the sword light to engulf him without making a move, many martial artists were puzzled. If he lost the first battle, then Lin Chen and the Canglan Sect would become a laughing stock of the entire Yan Dynasty.

He attempted a 100,000-game winning streak, but lost the very first game.

Those watching the battle couldn't hear anything, and naturally, they were unaware of the sounds coming from the battlefield space that was being swallowed by the sword light.

However, Zhao Feng, who was directly involved, heard it all clearly.

Keng!
Keng!
Keng!
The sound of metal clashing resounded throughout the heavens and earth.

P.S.: Sorry, it was 1:30 AM when I got back from the hospital. I can't keep up with writing this much longer. My daughter has been diagnosed with rotavirus, which is really frustrating. It's a virus, not bacteria, so we can't use antibiotics. The doctor said we can only give her glucose to replenish fluids and rely on her own immune system to get through it.

(End of this chapter)