Inverse Sword Mad God
Chapter 51 - 51 50 Continuous Promotion

51: Chapter 50 Continuous Promotion 51: Chapter 50 Continuous Promotion Xue Huaqing bellowed angrily, and a pale yellow Spiritual Power burst forth from within his body, instantly enveloping him as the surrounding air waves spread out in an instant.

In the palm of his hand, a ball of yellow Spiritual Power rapidly spun, forming a blade-like Wind Blade, overwhelmingly domineering.

“Thousand Blade Palm!”

Xue Huaqing pushed his palms toward Lin Xuan, the fierce palm wind like thousands of sword lights, emitting a heavy, thunderous sound.

Boom!

Lin Xuan stood as solid as Mount Tai, his right fist suddenly blasting forward.

This punch engaged all the muscles in his body and, following the power delivery method of the Thunder Move Sword Technique, concentrated his strength at the forefront of his fist.

The two figures collided, and the terrifying energy fluctuation swept in all directions, causing the audience in the front row to be blown backwards continuously.

Atop the Arena, Lin Xuan stood tall and unmovable like a mountain, his demeanor calm as water, without a single change, whereas Xue Huaqing staggered back several steps, his breathing becoming very rapid.

The audience in the stands felt a chill, especially the disciples of the Divine Power Group.

They knew Xue Huaqing’s strength well—Peak of Fifth Stage of Pulse Condensation, and his pair of Thousand Blade Palms had even reached the Great Achievement Realm.

Under normal circumstances, even disciples at the Sixth Rank of Muculation could compete with him, but now he had been forced back by a single punch.

Duan Fei, Jiang Yulong, and others also showed surprise in their eyes, and even Shen Qian’er, who had been silent, took a few extra glances at Lin Xuan.

“This kid must be taken out, he’s a menace!” Jiang Yulong suddenly remembered the pact he had with Lin Xuan.

Originally, he had forgotten it, but Lin Xuan’s stunning performance made him remember it once again.

“Damn it, how can he be so strong?” Xue Huaqing’s complexion turned ugly.

He had already declared that he would make Lin Xuan crawl out, and if he couldn’t do so, it would be a significant loss of face.

“Yellow Wind Step!”

Xue Huaqing sprinted rapidly, his figure becoming fuzzy and indistinct.

Gradually, afterimages appeared on the Arena.

“Wind Race the World!” In high-speed motion, Xue Huaqing launched another attack, integrating his palm technique into his movement technique.

Originally, his step technique was Yellow Rank Intermediate Martial Arts, and his palm technique was also Yellow Rank Intermediate Martial Arts, but the combination of the two broke through the Yellow Rank Intermediate, faintly revealing the power of the Yellow Rank Advanced Martial Arts.

“This kid’s got some ideas,” Jiang Yulong said solemnly.

Lin Xuan felt the furious palm wind, took a deep breath, and then stomped on the ground with his foot, charging forward directly.

Thunderbolt!

His right fist struck out straight, without any flair, relying solely on overwhelming strength.

Boom!

Xue Huaqing’s proud palm wind shattered like fine porcelain in front of Lin Xuan.

He slid backward for several meters and was directly ejected from the Arena, falling to the ground.

“What formidable strength!” Some advancing disciples started paying attention to Lin Xuan, secretly assessing his strength.

Some had already considered him a rival and began searching for his weaknesses.

Duan Fei narrowed his eyes; he could not have imagined that the small Sword Slave he met three months ago had now grown to such an extent.

“It looks like your Divine Power Group isn’t doing so well,” sneered Luo Yi, arms crossed.

“Humph!” Beside him, Yan Kong’s face darkened, wishing he could go up and wipe out Lin Xuan right away.

Jiang Yulong was also flickering with thought, unsure what was on his mind, while Shangguan Liuyun, ranked number one, appeared to be deep in meditation, as if nothing could arouse his interest.

The competition continued, with disciples on the Arena fighting with all their might, brilliant lights shining and terrifying Spiritual Power fluctuations causing cheering and shouting to shake the heavens.

And Duan Fei’s appearance brought the atmosphere to a climax.

His handsome face was enough to captivate most female disciples, and with the title of Outer Four Masters, nearly the entire Martial Arts Arena was chanting Duan Fei’s name.

“This guy, after entering the Inner Sect, will be a pretty good prospect,” said a young man in black clothes near the golden stand.

“However, he’s from the Battle Group, you probably won’t be able to poach him, right?” the young man at his side said without mincing his words.

“Hmph, what ‘three great organizations’, they’re just dull names coined by a bunch of bored people.

Right now, with war pressing outside, the safest relationship is naturally the team form,” the black-clad young man replied.

The young man at his side helplessly shook his head, speaking no further…

Above the golden Arena, some Sect Elders looking at Duan Fei were also smiling and said, “This selection competition has indeed brought out a few decent youngsters.”

“Oh, I wonder which ones Elder Li has taken an interest in?”

“I think the Outer Four Masters are all quite good,” Elder Li said with a smile.

“You old fox, isn’t that being too greedy?” another elder teased with a stroke of his beard, “I even think the top ten are quite good!”

“Old Fang, which youngsters do you find impressive?” someone asked Elder Fang.

Elder Fang stroked his beard and said with a smile, “I think that Lin Xuan is quite good, what do you all think?”

“Lin Xuan?

I don’t remember him…” the elders shook their heads.

Elder Fang did not mind, changing the subject to talk about something else.

On the Arena, Duan Fei moved like a gale, so fast that his opponent couldn’t react and was ultimately dizzy from being spun around.

When Duan Fei stepped down, countless female disciples screamed, which irked Jiang Yulong immensely.

When it was his turn to compete, his opponent was unlucky, thrown off by a single strike of his sword, spitting blood continuously.

After that, Shen Qian’er, Yan Kong, Luo Yi, Tang Yu, and others successively took the stage, each achieving victory.

However, as the judge was about to announce again, the whole Martial Arts Arena suddenly became quiet.

There could only be one name that held such magical power, and that was Shangguan Liuyun.

His opponent was number twenty-three, but that person directly forfeited, causing great disappointment among the crowd.

The second round ended, the third round began.

Luckily, Yin Qingyi once again had a bye, which left her somewhat dazed and even more envied by countless disciples.

In the third round, those who were ranked high once again demonstrated their formidable strength.

On Arena three, disciple number fifteen, Wei Yong, looked at Jiang Yulong with a terrified face.

Just one move, just a single move, and he was defeated.

Not daring, helpless, he did not dare to challenge again.

On Arena one, disciple number seventeen, Guo Fang, waved his longsword, filling the entire space with glorious sword light.

He thrust out thirteen hundred times, even making the void tremble, yet he did not touch so much as the hem of Duan Fei’s clothes.

And after thirteen hundred thrusts, Duan Fei only launched one palm strike and sent him flying.

…

On Arena five, Lin Xuan’s opponent was Luo Yi.

“Haha, Brother Lin, who would have thought that you and I would have such a battle!” Luo Yi laughed.

“Indeed.” Lin Xuan couldn’t help but feel sentimental, remembering the first time he went to the Task Hall when he had met Luo Yi, and it was Luo Yi’s step technique that had sparked his interest.

“I hope Senior Luo doesn’t hold back!” Lin Xuan said gravely.

Luo Yi was stunned for a moment.

Normally, they would express courtesy by hoping the other would hold back, but Lin Xuan actually said he hoped his opponent wouldn’t.

However, he knew that Lin Xuan said this so as not to make him have any reservations.

“Brother Lin is straightforward, then I won’t hold back!” Luo Yi laughed heartily, stepping forward, swift as Floating Light Shadow, arriving right in front of Lin Xuan.