Chapter 157: The Death of Duan Ling Xing
Chapter 157: The Death of Duan Ling Xing
Translator: KurazyTolanzuraytor Editor: Lucas
Duan Ling Tian sneered when he saw Duan Ling Xing actually trying to stop his Violet Myrtle Flexible Sword.
Violet Myrtle Flexible Sword twisted in his hand, and moved to intercept Duan Ling Xing’s palm strike with the edge of the blade.
Duan Ling Xing’s expression turned extremely grim!
He dared to slap his palm down upon the body of the blade, but even if he had 10 times more courage, he would still not dare to slap his palm down upon the edge of the blade. Even though he wore a grade eight spirit weapon on his hand, it would be impossible for it to go head to head with a sword that was a grade eight spirit weapon as well…
"Do you expect this to work?" Duan Ling Xing sneered, as a solution flashed within his mind. He didn’t withdraw his attack but instead continued to slap his palm down and circulate his defensive martial skill at the same time. A high grade Profound Rank defensive martial skill at the Perfection Stage!
Instantly, a defensive qi barrier suffused itself over his Goldthread Gloves, then his hand descended down and his palm stretched open before closing, actually directly grasping onto the Violet Myrtle Flexible Sword that Duan Ling Tian swung out…
The Goldthread Gloves were originally extremely tough and tensile, so ordinary blades were unable to cause any damage to it. Now that it was combined with a defensive qi barrier, Duan Ling Xing was able to forcefully stop Duan Ling Tian’s sword strike, which contained the strength of 14 ancient mammoths, by using the same amount of strength! The strength of the two cancelled each other out!
Just when the corners of Duan Ling Xing’s mouth emitted a ferocious smile and he was about to launch an attack against Duan Ling Tian, an icy cold voice entered his ear. "Did you think that this is all I’m capable of?"
In the next moment, Duan Ling Xing’s pupils constricted….
Oh my god!
What did I just see!
Above Duan Ling Tian, another ancient mammoth silhouette appeared, and added onto the 14 from before, there was a total of 15 ancient mammoth silhouettes above him….
The strength of 15 ancient mammoths!
"No… Impossible! How could he have a grade eight spirit weapon?! How could this be possible!?" Duan Ling Xing’s face went gloomy and his voice was filled with boundless fear. The first thought that appeared in his mind was that the spirit weapon within Duan Ling Tian’s hand wasn’t a grade eight spirit weapon but a grade seven spirit weapon!
After all, a ninth level Core Formation martial artist could only exert the strength of 15 ancient mammoths when relying upon a grade seven spirit weapon, as a grade seven spirit weapon was able to amplify nearly 30% of its user’s strength!
How could he know that the Violet Myrtle Flexible Sword within Duan Ling Tian’s wasn’t a grade seven spirit weapon at all….
The Raging Python Form of the Nine Dragons War Sovereign Technique that Duan Ling Tian cultivated allowed him to possess a strength of 12 ancient mammoths once he completed the tempering of his fleshly body for the fourth level of the Core Formation Stage, which was comparable to a ninth level Core Formation martial artist… And when Duan Ling Tian broke through to the fifth level of the Core Formation Stage yesterday, he gained an extra ancient mammoth!
Presently, even if he were to not use a spirit weapon, Duan Ling Tian would still be capable of exerting the strength of 13 ancient mammoths, and if he were to use a spirit weapon, the strength of one more ancient mammoth would be readily available.
At nearly the exact same moment, the crowd of spectating Paladin Academy students was dumbstruck.
"Grade seven spirit weapon!"
"Oh my god! Duan Ling Tian actually has a grade seven spirit weapon!"
"Even the Duan Clan probably doesn’t have many grade seven spirit weapons. Where did this Duan Ling Tian obtain it?"
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Their thoughts were exactly similar to Duan Ling Xing; they all thought that Duan Ling Tian was relying upon a grade seven spirit weapon in order to exert the strength of 15 ancient mammoths.
"Grade seven spirit weapon?" The corners of Xiao Yu’s, Xiao Xun’s, and Tian Hu’s mouths twitched and bitter smiles appeared on their faces, as they all felt that Duan Ling Tian had concealed his strength too deeply. Even Su Li’s gaze slightly flickered, as slight shock flashed within.
"How could he possibly have a grade seven spirit weapon…?" Tong Li’s face was extremely unsightly, and her hand that clenched the black whip grew tighter.
"Cousin!" A sense of sorrow appeared on Duan Rong’s face as he witnessed this scene.
On the Martial Arts Practice Ground.
Duan Ling Xing’s body trembled as if he had abruptly thought of some dreadful matter. His pupils constricted as his gaze descended upon the Violet Myrtle Flexible Sword grasped within Duan Ling Tian’s right hand. His heart trembled and was instantly filled with dread as he moved to withdraw his hand…
How could Duan Ling Tian know what Duan Ling Xing was thinking when he saw Duan Ling Xing’s expression? Duan Ling Tian sneered, and the Violet Myrtle Flexible Sword within his hand flashed out as he said, "What? Regret grabbing hold of my sword?"
Whoosh!
The strength of 15 ancient mammoths completely suppressed the strength of 14 ancient mammoths! And Duan Ling Xing’s defensive qi barrier shattered with a crash!
"Ah!" At almost practically the same instant, a shrill cry echoed out from Duan Ling Xing, as his palm was split into two. The other half of his palm crashed onto the ground, drenching the ground with blood.
Duan Ling Xing’s body trembled, and when he once again gazed upon Duan Ling Tian, his eyes were filled with boundless dread…
"That sword strike was for Li Xuan! You probably still remember Li Xuan, right? It’s that Little Fatty that used his body to help defend me against your palm strike and saved my life two years ago." Duan Ling Tian’s icy cold gaze descended upon Duan Ling Xing.
That day, if it wasn’t for Little Fatty Li Xuan helping him defend against that palm strike, he would have already been killed by Duan Ling Xing, and it would have been impossible for him to still be standing here. He once pledged that he would surely take revenge for Li Xuan!
Whoosh!
Duan Ling Tian’s body flashed out as if it had transformed into a spirit serpent and closed in on Duan Ling Xing, then he waved out his sword to strike once more.
How could Duan Ling Xing, who had lost his spirit weapon and been injured, dodge this extremely swift sword strike from Duan Ling Tian? Instantly, Duan Ling Xing emitted another shrill cry.
His leg was forcefully sliced off by Duan Ling Tian, and his entire body crashed down onto the ground, as it lost its support. His body violently trembled as he struggled with eyes filled with despair…
At this moment, he wished so dearly for the scene before him to just be a dream… but unfortunately, the intense pain that he unceasingly felt allowed him to realize that this was no dream, but reality!
"That sword strike was for Ke Er! You still remember Ke Er, right? That young girl you injured after she swung her sword at you when you tried to kill me." Duan Ling Tian walked step by step towards Duan Ling Xing, and within his voice was a breathtaking coldness.
The scenes from before flashed before his eyes. That time, he was nearly killed by Duan Ling Xing!
The grey-clothed old man, the Vice Dean of Paladin Academy, watched this bloody scene but had no intention of interfering. A life and death battle that was upheld by a life and death contract would only end when one party was dead.
As the witness of the battle, he had to practice what he preached!
Moreover, he had clearly heard and understood that Duan Ling Xing had once tried to kill Duan Ling Tian, and he finally came to an understanding as to why Duan Ling Tian would detest Duan Ling Xing to such an extent. So it turned out that there was an enmity to the point of life and death between the two of them.
"So this Duan Ling Tian and Duan Ling Xing had long ago formed an irreconcilable enmity. It’s no wonder they would go at each other to the death the moment they met!"
"They’re both Duan Clan direct descendants, but the difference between the two is just too huge! Duan Ling Tian is merely 18, whereas Duan Ling Xing seems to be 23 this year."
"Duan Ling Tian defeated a direct descendant of his clan who’s five years older than him, and his natural talent can be considered heaven-defying! As expected of the son of Duan Ru Feng!"
"This Duan Ling Xing can’t even amount to trash in front of him!"
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At this moment, not one Paladin Academy student present felt pity for Duan Ling Xing.
A smile appeared on the faces of Xiao Yu and the others… Duan Ling Tian had won!
Duan Rong’s body trembled violently and his face went ghastly pale as he watched the scene before him.
"Duan Ling Tian, I’ll surely make you die!" Tong Li glanced at the violet-clothed youth in the distance with an icy cold gaze before turning around and leaving.
On the Martial Arts Practice Ground.
With great difficulty, Duan Ling Xing used his Origin Energy to stop the blood that was spurting out of his injuries. There was not a trace of redness on his face; it was completely pale. As he gazed at Duan Ling Tian, who was walking over with a bloody flexible sword in his hand, Duan Ling Xing’s body trembled and dread and despair appeared on his face. "Duan Ling Tian, you can’t kill me! I’m your clan brother, we’re both direct descendants of the Duan Clan…. You can’t kill me…."
Duan Ling Tian was stunned briefly. When he heard what Duan Ling Xing said, he burst into laughter.
"Clan brother?" A mocking smile appeared on Duan Ling Tian’s face."Two years ago, when you tried to kill me in the Fresh Breeze Town Li Family, did you ever think that I was your clan brother? How about just now, when you desired to kill me, did you think that I was your clan brother?"
"Now that you see that you’ve lost all your advantages and are at your wit’s end, you call yourself my clan brother and hope I’ll give you a chance at life…. Don’t you think it’s ridiculous?"
The Violet Myrtle Flexible Sword within Duan Ling Tian’s hand was still dripping blood onto the ground, and wherever it passed, blood drenched the entire ground.
After a moment, Duan Ling Tian arrived before Duan Ling Xing and slowly lifted the Violet Myrtle Flexible Sword…
Duan Ling Xing seemed to realize that Duan Ling Tian wouldn’t buy his nonsense. His face instantly went grim as he shouted, in a fierce voice, "Duan Ling Tian, if you kill me, my father and mother will definitely not let you off! You will undoubtedly die!"
"That cripple?" Duan Ling Tian laughed indifferently.
"The power that my parents control is far from anything you can imagine, and you wouldn’t kill me if you were sensible." Duan Ling Xing made his last attempt at a struggle before death.
However, Duan Ling Tian was unfazed.
"This sword strike is for myself…" Under Duan Ling Xing’s despaired gaze, the sword within Duan Ling Tian’s grasp whistled down and flashed past Duan Ling Xing’s throat.
Splurt!
Instantly, blood shot out!
Duan Ling Xing’s eyes that were filled with despair were open wide as his body crashed onto the ground. The injuries that he had stopped from bleeding once again flowed with fresh blood…
Duan Ling Xing, dead!
Clang!
Duan Ling Tian sheathed his Violet Myrtle Flexible Sword. A smile appeared on the corners of his mouth…. This was a smile of relief!
There hadn’t been a moment within this last two years that he didn’t think about killing Duan Ling Xing to avenge the enmity of that day. Now, everything had finally ended!
"Hahahaha…" Duan Ling Tian couldn’t help but burst out laughing, as he felt extremely delighted in his the heart, and the sound of his laughter echoed out throughout the deathly silent Martial Arts Practice Ground.
Besides the Vice Dean of Paladin Academy, Xiao Yu, and the others of their group, every other Paladin Academy student gazed at the violet-clothed youth that stood in the distance with gazes filled with terror…. This youth was too terrifying!
If he was this terrifying at the mere age of 18, once he grows and matures, how heaven-defying will he become!?
After a moment, Duan Ling Tian took a deep breath and eased up his excited mood, then he walked over to Xiao Yu and the others with a wide grin on his face. "Let’s go have some food."
Everyone was speechless for some time.
They all glanced at Duan Ling Xing’s corpse on the Martial Arts Practice Ground, and their hearts trembled.
This Duan Ling Tian still has the appetite to eat now?
The grey-clothed old man, or in other words, the Vice Dean of Paladin Academy, gazed at Duan Ling Tian’s disappearing figure. His eyes narrowed and a smile contained appeared on the corners of his mouth. "This little fellow’s slightly interesting…."