The Prodigies War
Chapter 2339 Your Defeat Would Have Been Far More Miserable

Chapter 2339 Your Defeat Would Have Been Far More Miserable

Lin Xun said calmly, “It’s impossible for me to lose, enough talk and let’s begin.”

Boom!

The aura around him suddenly contracted sharply as he deliberately suppressed his cultivation until he reached the Cyclic Derivation Stage.

Seeing this, Ling Xuanzi, still seated cross-legged in the sky, spoke aloud, “No, since I wish to utterly defeat you through my great dao, we should start from the very foundation—the True Martial Stage.”

Without another word, Lin Xun further restrained his cultivation until he was at the True Martial Stage, his gaze fixed on Ling Xuanzi.

He was genuinely curious as to what a suppressed Ling Xuanzi could possibly use to fight him!

“Junior Brother, in the fight for the great dao, one does not need to mobilize one’s true self. A dharma incarnation will suffice.” As he spoke, Ling Xuanzi rose from his cross-legged position and took a step forward, appearing just ten feet away from Lin Xun.

A faint smile curled his lips. “This is the power of my will and where my cultivation stands. Go ahead and attack. I assure you that this will be the fairest dao duel.”

As his voice faded, the aura around him also diminished, revealing the presence of a cultivator at the True Martial Stage.

At that moment, countless spectators widened their eyes in disbelief.

The True Martial Stage was the entry of cultivation, divided into nine layers, establishing the initial foundation of the great dao.

A nine-story tower must begin with a solid foundation!

Because this stage was considered so rudimentary, cultivators with advanced cultivation rarely paid attention to duels at this level.

If not for who Ling Xuanzi and Lin Xun were, the spectators also likely wouldn’t have paid any attention to such a basic dao duel at all.

“Little Junior Brother, please.”

Ling Xuanzi appeared relaxed, his voice unhurried. He was only standing casually, yet his aura seemed to merge with the heaven and earth, resonating with all things in the world.

His presence alone exuded a feeling of invincibility.

After a brief glance, Lin Xun threw a punch without hesitation—simple, direct, and even somewhat savage.

If Ling Xuanzi exuded an aura as complete and flawless as the dao itself, then Lin Xun’s strike was the exact opposite—an unrestrained force that disregarded the dao entirely, aiming to break all restraints with sheer power.

Ling Xuanzi’s eyes gleamed as he raised his arms as if embracing the essence of Tai Chi. His movements were relaxed and transcendent, like a crane dancing amid swirling clouds and mist. It was unadorned, ethereal and seemingly aligned with the flow of the dao itself.

Bang!

Lin Xun’s punch was blocked.

The ground beneath them suddenly split with countless tiny cracks as smoke and dust surged into the air.

Lin Xun’s attacks shifted, transitioning into broad, sweeping movements. Every punch threatened to shatter the void, sink mountains and collapse the heavens. A buzzing, overwhelming force rippled from his fists.

Ling Xuanzi countered each strike effortlessly, activating various profound techniques in a composed manner.

Within moments, the two had exchanged hundreds of blows. Their movements were not overly dramatic, but the power behind each strike was breathtaking. The spectators’ expressions grew more and more solemn, beads of cold sweat forming on their foreheads, and their minds reeled in turmoil.

If they hadn’t witnessed it with their own eyes, they would never have believed that that True Martial Stage, the entry point to cultivation, could unleash such heaven-defying power.

No one was stupid. They understood that compared to what they had once wielded when at the True Martial Stage, the difference was as vast as the distance between heaven and earth. There was no comparison at all!

Even many Emperors couldn’t help but feel a sense of inferiority.

The True Martial Stage had always been regarded as common and insignificant.

However, in the hands of two successors of Fangchun Mountain, it had been honed to an unprecedented, earth shattering level!

Unbelievable.

“Junior Brother, if Master hadn’t forbidden me from traveling in the world, my mastery of the Supreme True Martial Stage would have been ranked among the top three in history!”

During the battle, Ling Xuanzi spoke calmly, his voice brimming with pride and superiority.

“Then how do you compare to Senior Brother Pu Zhen?” Lin Xun asked.

Ling Xuanzi narrowed his eyes and replied indifferently, “Junior Brother Pu Zhen was a late bloomer. It took him a hundred years to ascend the True Martial Stage. When I stepped into the Supreme True Martial Stage, I was only seven years old.”

“Then you are inferior to Senior Brother Pu Zhen.” As Lin Xun spoke, a sharp light flashed in his dark eyes. Bending his arm, he extended his hand, his five fingers stretching outward like a sky-encompassing prison before pressing down with immense force.

Boom!

The space within ten feet was instantly sealed and suppressed.

Ling Xuanzi’s pupils contracted as he flipped his hand and struck. Though he managed to block the attack, the force sent him stumbling back several steps.

A wave of exclamations rippled through the distant spectators. No one had expected Venerable Dao Lord to show signs of being pushed back!

At this moment, Lin Xun uttered calmly, “And you, are even more inferior to me.”

Back when he was in the reincarnation world of the Nirvana of Transcendence, he had already claimed the title of the strongest in the Supreme True Martial Stage in all of history.

It should be noted that before Lin Xun, the one who had always been ranked at the top was Pu Zhen!

Ling Xuanzi did not dare to claim that he surpassed Pu Zhen, so how could he possibly be a match for Lin Xun?

“Interesting.” Ling Xuanzi steadied his figure and studied Lin Xun intently. “You are indeed worthy of being my little junior brother.”

Boom!

His aura shifted dramatically, surging with the power of the Spirit Dipper Stage. His presence became razor-sharp, like an unsheathed sword, radiating a dazzling intensity. “Come again.”

He pointed forward and a ray of sword qi burst forth, light cascading like rain, vast as the sky, as if to suppress all living beings.

Lin Xun chuckled, “Even at this stage, you still won’t be good enough.”

He stretched his body, unleashing the power of the Spirit Dipper Stage. Without hesitation, he charged forward to meet the attack head-on, his palm and fingers forming into a fist, crushing everything in its path.

The fist light and sword qi clashed, erupting in a blinding explosion that scattered into countless dazzling streaks of light.

“That’s not necessarily true.” Ling Xuanzi’s long hair billowed, his eyes as sharp as swords, his very being as radiant and fierce as a blade.

Despite that, Lin Xun was just as formidable, refusing to yield. He charged forward to meet every attack head-on. One fought like a peerless sovereign who had mastered the ultimate mysteries of swordsmanship, while the other was like an earthshaking overlord, his strikes carrying unstoppable force and crushing everything in his path.

The sight left countless cultivators in stunned silence.

It wasn’t that the power of the Spirit Dipper Stage was particularly extraordinary, but instead no one had imagined that someone at the Spirit Dipper Stage could push their cultivation to such a terrifying extreme!

Boom!

Before long, Ling Xuanzi was sent staggering backward by a punch. His robes fluttered, his long hair whipped wildly in the air, and a flicker of astonishment crossed his gaze.

Immediately after that, his composure returned. “Again!”

With a shift of his form, he unleashed the power of the Spirit Sea Stage. He soared skyward, moving gracefully and swiftly, with streaks of terrifying lightning crackling around him.

“So what if you’re indignant? If you’re not good enough, you’re not good enough!” Lin Xun laughed.

He flipped through the air, meeting Ling Xuanzi’s attack head-on. The two clashed within the clouds. Lightning flashed, thunder roared, and the wind howled in chaos. A dazzling torrent of primal energy exploded outward with immeasurable force.

The cultivators watching from afar were left speechless.

From the True Martial Stage to the Spirit Dipper Stage and now to the Spirit Sea Stage, both Ling Xuanzi and Lin Xun had demonstrated heaven-defying power, shattering all conventional understanding and overturning everything people thought they knew about these cultivation realms.

However, it was Lin Xun’s performance that shocked everyone the most

Ling Xuanzi had long been revered as the supreme Venerable Dao Lord, an existence deeply ingrained in the minds of countless cultivators. Before today, no one had even considered the possibility that Lin Xun could rival him.

Even Meng Lianqing and the others had no confidence in Lin Xun.

Now, at least in the battles of the True Martial and Spirit Dipper Stages, Lin Xun had completely overshadowed Ling Xuanzi!

The reality was so unbelievable that many struggled to accept it.

Boom!

Above the sky, the battle raged on, like a clash between a dragon and a tiger. Their exchanges sent shockwaves through the world, dimming the sky and making the sun and moon lose their brilliance.

“Again!” Before the battle at the Spirit Sea Stage had even concluded, Ling Xuanzi let out a thunderous roar and unleashed the power of the Heaven Ascension Stage.

“All your struggle is meaningless.” Lin Xun remarked indifferently as his cultivation suddenly surged, instantly reaching the Heaven Ascension Stage.

He recalled his breakthrough to this stage back in the Return Dominion.

Now, it was entirely different. After reshaping his dao and refining his path in the reincarnation world of the Nirvana of Transcendence, across time and space, past and the present, he had already become invincible in this realm!

Rumble!

Before long, Ling Xuanzi transformed once more, displaying the power of the Cyclic Derivation Stage. A trace of solemnity was flickering in his eyes.

He went all out. His figure radiated boundless power, and every technique he unleashed was earth shattering, overflowing with divine might.

In this first round of the dao duel, this was his last chance to turn the tide!

However, as the battle raged on and Lin Xun unleashed the full power of the Supreme Cyclic Derivation Stage, Ling Xuanzi felt the pressure on him intensifying!

His heart trembled, but outwardly he remained as composed as a glacier, summoning every offensive technique at his disposal. Each strike carried enough power to easily obliterate any cultivator of the same stage!

Unfortunately, that did not include Lin Xun.

No matter how fierce or powerful Ling Xuanzi’s attacks had become, they were all crushed and annihilated by Lin Xun, unable to shake him in the slightest.

If Ling Xuanzi was the ruler of the Cyclic Derivation Stage, then Lin Xun was the sovereign above all rulers.

Many cultivators in the distance, especially those still at the Cyclic Derivation Stage, were left dazzled by the duel, their emotions surging and their bodies quivering.

Even those with a higher level of cultivation could not conceal their astonishment. Some of the older generations even felt a chill run down their spines, realizing that the Cyclic Derivation Stage they had once cultivated was no more than a mere flicker of a flame and not even worth mentioning before the power these two displayed!

Suddenly, a deafening rumble shook the sky as Lin Xun’s palm slammed into Ling Xuanzi, nearly knocking him out of midair, leaving him disoriented for a moment.

“Do you still want to continue?”

Lin Xun calmly withdrew his hand. Only his black eyes, sharp as lightning, remained locked onto Ling Xuanzi.

Ling Xuanzi exhaled a long breath of turbid air, and after a brief silence, he smiled as if nothing had happened. “In terms of the lower five cultivation stages, I must admit I am not as good as my Little Junior Brother.”

Wow!

In the distance, countless people stirred restlessly, exchanging looks of stunned disbelief. Venerable Dao Lord actually admitted defeat just like that?

Far away in the canyon, A’hu, Toady, and the others, who had been closely watching the duel, finally felt a wave of relief wash over them. Smiles spread across their faces, as if a great weight had been lifted from their hearts.

Lin Xun was still the same Lin Xun—he never disappointed!

“He...he actually defeated Venerable Dao Lord at the lower five cultivation stages...” Meng Lianqing murmured, dazed. It was like a heavy blow had struck her.

As for those young talents who had always gathered around her, they all felt a bitter taste in their mouth and wailed inwardly, realizing that they had actually offended such a terrifying figure before. They must have been out of their minds!

“You are rather self-aware. Otherwise, your defeat would have been far more miserable,” Lin Xun remarked indifferently.

His words were sharp and unapologetic. He had no intention of showing Ling Xuanzi any courtesy from the very beginning.

Ling Xuanzi let out a sigh, “Little Junior Brother, your words are really unpleasant to hear... But since you’ve won, according to our agreement, I will answer one of your questions.” He raised his eyes to look at Lin Xun, calm and composed as before. “Go ahead.”

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