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Chapter 68 The Narrow Defeat and the Arrogant Wang Dong'er (Please read on...please add to your favorites...please vote...please recommend...)
The air in the room seemed to freeze.

A hundred-meter-long crimson dragon coiled like a mountain, its claws dripping molten gold blood that sizzled on the scorched ground, leaving deep pits in its wake.

Its massive body was covered with scorch marks and sword marks from the holy light, especially the deep, bone-revealing wound on its palm, which was a shocking sight. Crimson-gold flames frantically licked the wound, trying to expel the remaining holy light, but the healing speed was obviously slow.

Long Chen's enormous dragon eyes burned with a mixture of excitement and pain as he stared intently ahead.

Wang Dong'er's forty-meter-tall Goddess of Light butterfly form still radiated holy light, but the flapping of her wings clearly revealed a hint of heaviness, indicating that the enormous consumption brought about by maintaining the Goddess of Light's possession soul skill was beginning to show.

Her enormous butterfly wings shielded her in front, protecting the fifty-meter-long, dark gold giant sword behind her—a sword spirit form of Ji Juechen—which was dim in light and covered with fine cracks.

The greatsword trembled slightly, emitting a low hum. Clearly, the desperate strike that had just forcefully cleaved through the "Crimson Dragon Burning Heaven Breaker" had caused a huge backlash to his sword heart and martial spirit, leaving him at his limit.

"Roar—!!!" Long Chen let out a roar that was a mixture of pain and madness, the sound waves rolling, "That feels great!"

"That was fucking awesome!"

"Dong'er, your power of light is truly formidable!"

"Young Juechen, your sword is fast and ruthless!"

"You can be proud that you could hurt my Crimson Flame Holy Dragon True Body!" He raised his huge dragon head, and crimson-gold flames rose from the wound, forcibly suppressing the injury, his fighting spirit increasing rather than decreasing.

"But you think it'll end like this? It's a long way off!"

"Let me see if you can withstand another move!"

Long Chen's enormous dragon mouth opened again, and a terrifying crimson-gold light brewed deep within its throat, with destructive energy fluctuations surging rapidly!
The blood-red light of the ninth spirit ring shone brightly once again, like a blood-red sun!

Clearly, he was preparing to unleash the devastating "Crimson Dragon Sky-Burning Strike" once again!
Although its power may not be as great as the first time due to injuries and exhaustion, it is still enough to severely injure or even destroy the two people in poor condition!

"Uncle Long!"

"You're cheating!" Wang Dong'er scolded, her huge butterfly wings flapping anxiously, trying to gather holy light again.

However, after continuously unleashing high-level soul skills, especially "Holy Radiance Judgment" and maintaining "Light God Possession," her soul power was already depleted, and the radiance of the Butterfly God's true form dimmed somewhat.

As the soul power was forcibly activated, the light and shadow at the edge of the butterfly wings began to become unstable.

The giant sword that Ji Juechen had transformed into trembled violently, and the cracks on its blade seemed to be widening.

Faced with the re-condensed destructive dragon breath, the true form of the sword soul let out a mournful cry of unwillingness, as if it wanted to forcibly squeeze out its last bit of power to make that final, moth-to-a-flame attack!
At this critical moment!
"Uncle Long, have you had enough fun?"

A calm yet authoritative voice, like an icy spring, instantly extinguished the boiling flames of war in the arena, clearly reaching everyone's ears.

It is Ling Han.

He was held firmly in Wang Qiu'er's arms, in a superb position, with a panoramic view of the entire battle.

His icy blue eyes swept across the three parties in the arena.

"The sparring session is over." Ling Han's voice was calm and even, yet it sounded like an imperial edict.

"Uncle Long, stop."

"They already know your strength. Continuing the fight will only cause unnecessary casualties."

Long Chen's enormous dragon eyes turned towards Ling Han, the destructive light brewing deep in his throat slowly extinguished, and the blood-red light of his ninth soul ring also dimmed.

His massive dragon head lowered slightly, letting out a muffled roar that was tinged with resentment but mostly with satisfaction: "...Yes, young master!" He understood that Ling Han's judgment was correct.

If the fight continues, Ji Juechen's sword heart may be damaged and his martial spirit may be injured, which would defeat the purpose of the sparring.

The hundred-meter-long phantom of the crimson dragon covering Long Chen receded like a tide, revealing Long Chen's slightly tired but spirited true form.

His chest heaved violently, and his specially made tight-fitting clothes were torn in many places. His exposed skin was covered with fine burns and sword marks, especially the deep wound on his right palm that was still slowly bleeding.

He grinned, revealing a set of white teeth, and looked at Wang Dong'er and Ji Juechen with admiration in his eyes: "That was great!"

"Dong'er, you two, Juechen, well done!"

"There aren't many Title Douluos who could force me, Old Dragon, to unleash my true form and still get injured!"

On the other side, Wang Dong'er's enormous form as the Goddess of Light Butterfly slowly dissipated, revealing her true form, slightly panting and with a pale face.

When she landed, her steps were even a little unsteady, and she was supported by Xue Qinglan who rushed over quickly.

She looked at Long Chen's injuries, then at Ling Han, and stuck out her tongue: "Uncle Long, you're amazing... I'm exhausted."

But her eyes were still full of excitement; this battle gave her a deeper understanding of her newly acquired power.

Ji Juechen's sword spirit also vanished silently. The ancient longsword fell to the scorched ground with a clang.

Ji Juechen knelt on one knee, barely supporting his body with his sword sheath. His face was as pale as paper, bloodstains remained at the corner of his mouth, and his arms trembled slightly, clearly indicating that he was seriously injured.

But beneath his lowered eyelids, his eyes shone with an astonishing brightness, as if the desperate strike that shattered the dragon's breath and faced destruction had tempered his sword heart like never before!
Yingyue appeared beside him like a ghost, handing him a bottle of pills that emitted a cool fragrance.

"Take them down to heal their wounds and stabilize their cultivation levels," Ling Han instructed Xue Qinglan and Yingyue.

His gaze lingered on Ji Juechen for a moment longer. "Especially Ji Juechen, whose sword soul has suffered a backlash, he needs to calmly recuperate and avoid leaving any hidden injuries."

"Yes, young master!" Xue Qinglan and Yingyue immediately responded and quickly left the training ground with Wang Dong'er and Ji Juechen.

Long Chen also walked over. Although he was tired, he stood up straight, clasped his hands in a fist salute to Ling Han, and said in a loud voice, "Young Master!"

"I, Lao Long, had a great time fighting!"

"Dong'er's power of light is pure and domineering, and that Judgment Holy Sword is amazing!"

"The swordsman's swordsmanship is even more ruthless, and I love that desperate spirit he has!"

"With them in the Beast God Pavilion, the future is promising!" He looked at Ling Han's arms and grinned.

"Does the young master have a clear understanding of his position?"

"Miss Qiu'er, you've chosen a great spot!"

Wang Qiu'er glanced at Long Chen with her bright golden dragon eyes, ignoring his teasing, and simply held onto Ling Han's arm firmly.

Ling Han nodded slightly, a barely perceptible hint of satisfaction flashing in his icy blue eyes: "Acceptable."

"You suppressed your strength to level 95, so it's already quite remarkable that they were able to injure you this much."

"Especially Ji Juechen, with the body of a Soul Douluo, directly confronted your ninth soul skill. The purity of his sword heart and the tenacity of his will far exceeded expectations."

"After this battle, they should be able to completely stabilize their realm and digest what they have gained."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the chaotic training ground with a huge crater in the center: "The training ground is damaged; the Imperial Armor Hall is responsible for its repair."

"Uncle Long, you also need to heal your injuries as soon as possible, lest they leave any hidden dangers."

"Haha, young master, don't worry!"

"This little injury is nothing, I, Old Long, will be fine after a good night's sleep!" Long Chen patted his chest, completely unconcerned, then scratched his head somewhat embarrassedly.

"It's just... the cost of repairing the site..."

"It will be deducted from your monthly salary," Ling Han said calmly.

Long Chen's smile froze on his face instantly: "Huh?"

Niu Gao and Yang Wudi, who were standing nearby, couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Niu Gao shouted, "Old Long, you deserve it!"

"That'll teach you to beat me up so fiercely!"

"They almost tore the house apart!"

Long Chen glared at Niu Gao, then chuckled, clearly in a very good mood.

Seeing Wang Dong'er and Ji Juechen grow so much and having such a satisfying fight, what's a little money deduction!
Ning Rongrong then dared to run over, her big eyes filled with admiration: "Uncle Long is so amazing!"

"Sister Dong'er is so amazing!"

"Brother Ji is amazing!"

"Rongrong will be just as amazing when she grows up!"

Looking at the people in front of him, Ling Han saw the strength and potential displayed by both new and old members in the battle, which gave him a clearer grasp of the future.

He patted Wang Qiu'er's arm, which was wrapped around his front, indicating that she could put it down.

Wang Qiu'er understood and gently and steadily put Ling Han down.

With his feet firmly on the ground, Ling Han straightened his slightly wrinkled robes and resumed his indifferent and aloof demeanor, as if he wasn't the one who had just been held in his arms watching the battle.

"Everyone, disperse." Ling Han turned around and walked towards the main hall.

(End of this chapter)