Tyrant Sky Martial Soul
Chapter 838: Holy Son Defeated?

Chapter 838: Chapter 838: Holy Son Defeated?

"Damn, when you two fight, can you not destroy the protective barrier? Do you want to exhaust us old folks?"

An older referee was irritably grumbling, but his face betrayed a hint of excitement.

Although these youngsters’ battles seemed trivial to him, their terrifying attacks at such a young age were a completely different story.

Truthfully, despite the fatigue, he was quite pleased to see such outstanding young heroes emerge on the Heavenly Dragon Continent.

Ji Mingkong stopped in her tracks, looking towards the cracked protective barrier with an unhappy expression.

Although, with her speed, Ling Xiao’s attacks were unlikely to reach her,

the problem was that if such a powerful attack did hit her, even with her defense, she would still get injured.

With a cold snort, Ji Mingkong’s aura suddenly surged, and the Heavenly Origin Power flowed more intensely around her sword.

But in an instant, her pupils sharply contracted.

Because Ling Xiao had suddenly appeared right in front of her, only inches away.

"Damn it, it’s an avatar!"

All of Ling Xiao’s avatars were corporeal, each Sword Soul Clone crafted with a treasured sword as the base, combined with Soul Power, and further refined using the "Shadow Transmutation Sword Art."

Being corporeal made them hard to distinguish—not only were they difficult to detect with the naked eye, but even Mo Wu Shang’s demonic sight could not see through them.

This was the terrifying aspect of corporeal avatars.

As long as the avatar did not make a move, it was indistinguishable from the original on the surface.

"Ah—!"

In the spectator stands, several high-ranking members of the Heavenly King Sect uncontrollably stood up, fearing Ji Mingkong might be at a disadvantage.

However, Ji Mingkong performed better than they had expected.

With a flick of her rapier, she drew several sharp rings in the air, each ring possessing the toughness of a Heavenly Origin wall, equivalent to the thickness of protective Heavenly Origin Power.

It would be nearly impossible for Ling Xiao to pierce through all these Heavenly Origin walls unscathed in an instant.

While executing her moves, Ji Mingkong rapidly retreated, aware that she was being overpowered and needed to break away from Ling Xiao’s assault to counterattack.

However, Ling Xiao charged at her like a fearless warrior of the Barbarian Clan, completely disregarding the sharp rings and plunging straight through them.

The Golden Dragon Wings shone with a black-golden light, and his speed increased even further.

The rings shattered upon impact, and although they slowed Ling Xiao’s attack, they left no mark on him.

"I almost forgot, this kid’s defense is even more terrifying than Joshua Long’s."

In the stands, a martial artist slapped his forehead, suddenly recalling something.

Ji Mingkong also realized this, her face showing a hint of surprise.

"No matter how strong your defense, under my sword, it’s all meaningless!"

Ji Mingkong scoffed, ready to raise her sword and counterattack, taking advantage of the moment Ling Xiao slowed down to regain the upper hand.

However, at that moment, a chilling coldness swept over her from behind, the icy feeling penetrating her skin and causing her to shiver involuntarily.

She didn’t turn around, knowing it was too late.

She had never considered that if Ling Xiao could use one Sword Soul Clone, he could use it twice, three times!

The Ling Xiao behind Ji Mingkong had the power on his Purple Lightning Sword accumulated to the extreme, the terrifying Heavenly Origin Power boiling and trembling like hot water.

And then, a fierce sword thrust solidly struck Ji Mingkong’s back.

Except for not unleashing the cultivation level of the Heavenly Man Realm, Ling Xiao had brought the power of this sword strike to its extreme.

After the sword thrust, a loud sonic boom formed in the air, and many martial artists near the Martial Arts Platform went momentarily deaf.

"Phantom Sword Technique Second Form: Furious Sea, Surging Waves, Thousand Layers!"

Ling Xiao’s heart erupted in a roar, and the power on his Purple Lightning Sword crazily soared once again. The Heavenly Origin Power around him transformed into furious and shocking waves that charged toward Ji Mingkong.

Then, under everyone’s horrified gazes, wave after wave of fierce waves smashed onto Ji Mingkong’s back.

Ji Mingkong had no chance to dodge.

The insane power struck her like debris being thrown out, akin to a flower trampled by a wild buffalo.

Fragile, pitiable!

Taking a long breath, Ling Xiao retracted his Purple Lightning Sword, and his two other Sword Soul Clones also returned, merging into Ling Xiao’s main body.

Boom boom boom!

The attack continued.

The most terrifying aspect of this second form of the Phantom Sword Technique was its relentless and continuous powerful attacks.

The attack wouldn’t cease, wouldn’t stop.

Even if you blocked the first wave, you had to endure the following ones; ordinary people simply couldn’t manage it.

Although Ji Mingkong was extraordinary, she was still thrown off the Martial Arts Platform by the continuous attacks, appearing as though she was about to fall off.

"What! The Holy Son has actually been defeated?"

Countless people incredulously watched Ji Mingkong being thrown off and plummeting toward the ground below the Martial Arts Platform, their faces filled with shock and disbelief.

This was the Holy Son!

The leading one among the Six Young Masters of the Holy Dynasty!

And the one considered the most likely to obtain the title of "Chosen Son of Heaven" was so easily defeated?

However, those familiar with Ji Mingkong appeared very calm.

If Ji Mingkong was defeated so easily, then she wouldn’t be suitable to serve as the Holy Son, nor deserve to be the leader of the Six Young Masters of the Holy Dynasty.

Everyone’s gaze fixed on the Martial Arts Platform, as Ji Mingkong’s soaring body started to slow down, indicating that she was gradually dissipating Ling Xiao’s attack.

Nonetheless, being thrown off by Ling Xiao was an embarrassment that caused many from the Heavenly King Sect to look quite displeased.

Their disdain for Ling Xiao seemed to turn into strong satire against Ji Mingkong.

"Hmph, the kid’s attack is not bad."

The chief judge coldly huffed, his feelings toward Ling Xiao a bit complex.

"Yes, it’s a pity that even though the attack is vigorous, its power is still insufficient. Such an attack is not enough to cause serious harm to the Holy Son. The second level of the Heavenly Secret Sword Technique ’Dance in the Air Technique’ is really impressive."

Another judge stroked his beard and remarked.

"Indeed, this Holy Son is also worthy of the title. Her strength is rare for someone her age, probably the closest to Yu Xuan Yue. It seems that over these years, both the Heavenly King Sect and the Holy Dynasty have indeed devoted themselves wholeheartedly to cultivating her."

Another judge nodded and said, "Ling Xiao’s last strike must have been his strongest, right? If that’s all he has, he’ll probably lose to the Holy Son!"

"Not necessarily, this kid seems to have known from the start that his move would not be effective; it was just a probing attempt. Look at his expression, he still seems very calm. If he’s not pretending, then he definitely has some tricks up his sleeve."

"But what kind of hidden technique could achieve such an effect that even the chief judge can’t discern?"

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