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Chapter 437 - 433: A Fierce Battle with Shi Yong (5)

Chapter 437: Chapter 433: A Fierce Battle with Shi Yong (5)

At this moment, Shi Yong was still dealing with the dagger falling above his head. It was only when he heard the fierce wind by his ear that he became aware of Ling Chen’s approach. Unfortunately, even though he detected Ling Chen beside him, he was still a step too late; Ling Chen’s iron fist had already fiercely slammed towards him.

Bang!

With a muffled sound, Shi Yong, who had taken a punch, staggered back several steps and let out a roar, brandishing his saber in preparation for a counterattack. However, the falling dagger above forced him to contain his rage.

While Shi Yong’s attention was captured by those daggers, Ling Chen seized the opportunity, circling around Shi Yong’s body, continuously swinging his iron fists.

In the blink of an eye, Shi Yong’s midsection and back took successive heavy blows from Ling Chen. Under the painful stimulus, his reaction speed got slower and slower.

At this time, having dealt with the threat of the daggers, Shi Yong flipped his hands, sweeping the Horse-slaying Saber horizontally in an attempt to force Ling Chen back from his side.

However, Ling Chen had been paying close attention to his actions. Seeing the blade coming, Ling Chen immediately leaned backward. As soon as the saber passed in front of him, he quickly got up, reached out to the side, and seized one of the falling daggers, placing it backhanded against Shi Yong’s neck.

Feeling the cold touch on his neck, Shi Yong’s body stiffened, and he immediately halted his actions, standing there with a stunned expression.

"The duel is over, Ling Chen wins!"

As Zhou Qi’s voice sounded, the audience, recovering from their shock, stared in disbelief at Ling Chen on the stage.

No one had expected Ling Chen, who was assumed to be undoubtedly defeated, to turn defeat into victory in the last moment in such a fashion; it was entirely unexpected.

"How could that work?" Someone complained about Shi Yong’s loss: "That Ling Chen clearly took advantage of the situation. In terms of strength, he is no match for Shi Yong."

No sooner had he spoken than someone retorted: "What do you mean by taking advantage? Could you make accurate predictions like he did with so many daggers? It’s not luck; it’s true skill."

On the stage.

Ling Chen put away the dagger and took two steps back, giving Shi Yong a fist salute.

"I appreciate your forbearance."

Shi Yong turned his head, looking directly at Ling Chen, and asked in a deep voice, "How did you do it?"

Ling Chen understood what Shi Yong meant, with so many daggers above, one couldn’t simply rely on eyesight to evade, and anyone would be amazed how easy he did it. He pointed to his own ear and replied with a smile, "By listening."

"So it is." Shi Yong nodded, "I understand now. To win in such a situation, even though I lost, I am convinced by the loss and hope you can achieve better results."

After speaking, Shi Yong clasped his fists, picked up his discarded shield and armor, and turned to leave the stage.

Watching Shi Yong’s departure, Ling Chen exhaled a breath of relief; he had finally made it through. But for this victory, he had exposed his trump card, which he had intended to reserve for the duel against Yi Shuiyan. He had not expected Shi Yong’s strength to be so formidable; without employing this tactic, it would have been difficult for him to emerge victorious.

"The next battle is..."

Hearing Zhou Qi’s voice, Ling Chen hurriedly made way and walked towards the stands. However, after only a few steps, he suddenly felt his legs go numb as if they had lost all sensation, and he collapsed to the ground.

Seeing this, the spectators on the stands burst into discussions, speculating with various theories.

"Ling Cheng!" Qiu Yong’s expression changed, and he quickly rushed onto the stage to help the fallen Ling Chen, asking with concern, "How are you?"

Ling Chen shook his head and said with a frown, "Big brother, please take me back to my room first."

"Alright. Third brother, come and lend a hand."

With the help of Qiu Yong and Yuan Yun, Ling Chen was quickly carried out of the venue, but the discussions among the onlookers in the stands didn’t cease; everyone was speculating whether Ling Chen, in his physical condition, would still be able to participate in the upcoming duels.

"You have a good eye."

In a corner of the venue, two masked women whispered to each other.

"However, it looks like he has sustained quite serious injuries. Even if he gets the chance to compete with the top five on the Newcomer List, how far do you think he can go?"

"That’s not for you to worry about." The masked woman said and turned to leave.

"By the way! Last time Ling Chen accidentally entered my room, we had a short conversation, would you like to know who his master is?"

"Tell me."

"The Internal Cultivation Methods he practices is the Prajnaparamita Sutra."

"The Prajnaparamita Sutra?" The masked woman paused, taken aback.

"Yes. I’ve been wondering whether this is fate or not."

"There are some things it’s better to know without saying. Also, mind your own business from now on when it comes to him."

Watching the masked woman walk away, the Tea Girl gently shook her head and sighed inwardly.

...

In the guest room, Qiu Yong and Yuan Yun together lifted Ling Chen’s body and gently placed it on the bed, Xia Yue immediately handed a cup of water to Ling Chen.

Sensing everyone’s concern and care, Ling Chen grinned and said, "It’s nothing, I just need some rest."

Xia Yue gave him a sharp look, saying irritably, "All you know is to act tough. Do you have any idea how worried we were? What’s the point of winning if you ruin your health?"

"Okay now! Give it a rest and let him recover properly," said Qiu Yong.

At that moment, Wei Jiahao leaned over Ling Chen’s bed, beaming, and asked, "Sixth Brother, how about those daggers I made for you? They worked quite well, didn’t they?"

Ling Chen gave a thumbs up and praised with a smile, "I owe this victory over Shi Yong to you and Seventh Brother; the biggest credit goes to you guys."

He wasn’t just being polite, those daggers were specially made by Wei Jiahao, they were not only lightweight but also sturdy and sharp. Wei Jiahao had put a lot of effort into making those daggers. Besides, Yang Chen’s training on his auditory skills was essential.

Although the special training lasted less than two months, the effect was significant and was key to his victory.

After a short rest, a series of ’knock, knock, knock’ sounds came from outside the door.

Xia Yue got up to open the door and found Zhou Qi, the host of the Heavenly Mechanism Great Ceremony.

"Elder Zhou, what brings you here?" Ling Chen sat up from the bed and asked.

"I came to check on your injury and to tell you about the next arrangements. The three rounds of combat have ended, and you, Xiao Wan, and Lin Dong have advanced. After a lucky draw, your fortune is good, you have a bye in the next round. Tomorrow morning’s fight will be between Xiao Wan and Lin Dong, and the winner of that match will face you in the final battle. You have a day to recuperate before the fight begins."

"I understand. Thank you, Elder Zhou."

"No need to be polite." Zhou Qi changed the topic and said, "Ms. Shi is also on the ship; her medical expertise is profound. Would you like me to ask her to see to your wounds?"

"Elder Zhou, that’s not necessary." Considering his relationship with Shi Su, Ling Chen chose to decline.

"Very well then, you rest up. I won’t disturb you any longer."