Martial Arts Master: The Lin Family Sword God, who swept through the Five Mountains and Four Sects

"I said before that the thirteenth sword strike is the final chapter of this sword technique," Lin Tian's voice rose, a burning glint in his eyes. "But that's from the perspective of outsiders. For myself, the first thirteen sword strikes were merely a prelude—green leaves. If the main flower blooms, how can there be no fruit?"

"The fourteenth sword strike—please enlighten me, senior."

As soon as the words left his mouth, the world suddenly turned cold!

Sword energy stretches across 30,000 miles, a single sword's light chills nineteen continents!

This sword strike, purely in terms of technique, has reached the pinnacle, approaching the limits of human skill!

In an instant, countless martial arts flashed through Feng Qingyang's mind—the Dugu Nine Swords, the Sunflower Manual, the Evil-Repelling Sword Manual… yet he was not 100% certain that he could dismantle any of them!

In the blink of an eye, Lin Tian's sword was already upon him!

Feng Qingyang dared not be negligent. His innate true energy erupted, his sword trembled, and his three-foot sword energy slashed fiercely through the air!

Using the Breaking Sword Technique from the Nine Swords of Dugu, they forcefully blocked this earth-shattering sword strike!

"The Innate Realm is indeed extraordinary. The release of internal energy, even if it is only at the initial stage, is something that no Acquired Martial Artist can contend with." Lin Tian thought to himself, without any ripples in his mind.

Even after his fourteenth sword strike was broken, he showed no sign of disappointment.

If Feng Qingyang is so easily subdued, then what's so rare about the orange card rewarded by the system?

"What a peerless sword move!" Feng Qingyang shook his head and smiled bitterly, his expression complex. "If we were to fight at the same level, I would definitely not be able to withstand this sword strike. In this round, I have lost."

Having roamed the martial world his entire life, believing himself to be invincible in swordsmanship, only today did he realize that there are heavens beyond the well.

To everyone's surprise, Lin Tian gently shook his head, his gaze sharp: "No, senior is wrong. The sword is broken, and that's it. The fourteenth sword failed to harm you, that's undeniable. But I haven't admitted defeat—because my true final move is the fifteenth sword."

He paused, then spoke each word with resounding emphasis:

"Please, senior, take a look."

"The...fifteenth sword?!"

Feng Qingyang's expression froze instantly, as if he had heard a fairy tale.

Isn't your sword technique called "Thirteen Deadly Swords"?!

The first thirteen sword strikes were the green leaves, and the fourteenth sword strike was the red flower; I can barely accept that.

But what's the fifteenth sword strike? Does the red flower bloom and then bear fruit?!

Lin Tian was naturally unaware that Feng Qingyang had already cursed "MMP" eight hundred times in his heart at that moment, and even if he did know, he couldn't be bothered to care.

He simply nodded, his tone gentle yet firm: "Yes, the fifteenth sword. I've never fully unleashed it before. You're the first to witness it."

As early as the moment Feng Qingyang deciphered the thirteenth sword, Lin Tian used the sword intent to reverse the process and perfect it, finally completing this final move.

At this moment, his personal information panel quietly appeared:

Name: Lin Tian

Age: 19

Cultivation level: Perfected Acquired Realm

Cultivation Techniques: The Second Chapter of the Nine Yin Manual [Total of Four Chapters]

Martial Arts Techniques: Evil-Repelling Sword Manual [Advanced Level], Thirteen Deadly Swords [Transcendental], Snake-like Leaping Technique [Divine Mastery], White Python Whip Technique [Divine Mastery], Great Demon-Subduing Fist [Divine Mastery], Nine Yin Divine Claw [Divine Mastery], Heart-Shattering Palm [Divine Mastery], Five-String Hand Technique [Divine Mastery], Flying Willow Force [Divine Mastery], Soul-Shifting Technique [Divine Mastery]

Equipment: Pearl Longsword [Blue Grade]

The moment Lin Tian completely mastered the fifteenth sword technique, the Thirteen Deadly Swords directly leaped into the realm of "transcending the mortal realm".

This means that his mastery of this move has surpassed that of Yan Shisan.

When Yan Shisan unleashed his fifteenth sword strike, it was no longer a matter of man controlling the sword, but rather the sword controlling man. The sword intent backfired, his mind was overwhelmed, and in the end, he preferred to commit suicide rather than become a puppet of the sword's moves.

That is why Lin Tian never dared to touch this forbidden sword before he had fully mastered it.

……

"The first person to witness this sword? Ha, what an honor for me."

Feng Qingyang nodded slowly with a solemn expression.

He had to rely on his superior cultivation level to break through the fourteenth sword. In other words, the fourteenth sword itself was no less powerful than the Dugu Nine Swords.

Now, the fifteenth sword surpasses it, as if it has descended from the heavens.

It was truly an honor for him to witness the birth of this sword.

At this moment, Lin Tian was only twenty years old, several generations lower than him, and his cultivation was a whole realm lower, but Feng Qingyang no longer had the slightest contempt for him.

In his eyes, the boy before him was no longer a junior, but an opponent worthy of his utmost effort!

They are even beings we must look up to!

If this were to get out, the martial arts world would be in an uproar—Feng Qingyang, who has been revered as the "Sword Saint" for decades, actually admitted that he was inferior to an unknown young man in the art of swordsmanship.

Who believes?

But the facts speak for themselves.

No longer concealing his abilities, Feng Qingyang unleashed his full power.

Its innate power swept across the vast wilderness!

In an instant, he moved like a sword drawn from its sheath, his sharpness piercing to the bone, causing the heavens and earth to change color!

Yue Buqun, Linghu Chong, and Ning Zhongze all staggered backward, their faces filled with horror.

Yue Lingshan couldn't take it anymore; her legs went weak, and she collapsed to the ground.

Linghu Chong hurriedly stepped forward and pulled her behind him.

"This...this oppressive aura...this is the true strength of Master Feng?!" Yue Buqun's voice trembled. "It's simply beyond the capabilities of any acquired martial artist!"

"But... Senior Brother," Ning Zhongze frowned, "Young Hero Lin is clearly also at the Acquired Realm."

With a single sentence, Yue Buqun was rendered speechless.

After a long pause, Linghu Chong whispered, "Master's wife, Brother Lin... Brother Lin is a monster."

Yue Buqun remained silent and nodded deeply.

……

Lin Tian stood with his sword in hand, his gaze fixed on Feng Qingyang, his body as still as a mountain.

His breathing became shallower, his heartbeat slowed, and his internal energy and consciousness gradually rose to their peak.

The same applies to Feng Qingyang.

No one knows when that moment will arrive.

Until—Lin Tian made a move.

Fast! So fast it tears through the air, so fast even a shadow can't catch up!

The moment he made his move, it was as if he had shed an immense weight, his body becoming like floating dust, rising with the wind, his entire being merging into the flowing void.

A state of selflessness, where man and sword become one.

With a flash of sword light, a seemingly ordinary thrust was aimed directly at Feng Qingyang.

In the eyes of Yue Buqun and the others, this sword strike was utterly unremarkable. Not to mention compared to the earth-shattering fourteenth sword strike, even the thirteenth and twelfth sword strikes were far superior.

Is that... all there is to it?

Is this the legendary fifteenth sword?

He just said that this was a new move he had only figured out today and had never used before... It seems that it's nothing special after all?

Everyone subconsciously assumed that Feng Qingyang would be able to easily resolve the situation, so they all turned to look at the Sword Saint.

Before Lin Tian drew his sword, countless countermeasures flashed through Feng Qingyang's mind—

Begin with the Deadly Three Immortal Swords combo, followed by the Dugu Nine Swords Breaking Sword Style; or start with the Final Move, adapting to the situation...

But when the sword was truly upon him, he suddenly realized—

All our expectations were a joke.

In Feng Qingyang's view, the world of Siguo Cliff seemed to have been paused.

Everything was frozen except for Lin Tian and the long sword in his hand that was pointed directly at his throat.

Extreme terror suddenly appeared on his face.

The sword was still in his hand, but it was like a withered tree—unable to move.