Chapter 2235 - 2232: Inspiring

Chapter 2235: Chapter 2232: Inspiring

The Protective Light Shield unleashed by the Divine Clan youth really was like the starry sky in the dead of night, containing all things; the ultimate moves of the nine contestants were all dissolved.

Everyone was horrified. The combined power of nine people was so overwhelmingly strong, yet it was casually neutralized.

Before the crowd could come back to their senses, the black light shield began to change, black radiance flowing, and in the blink of an eye it turned white, then spewed out nine streams of energy, each rushing toward one of the nine contestants.

These energies were exactly like what the contestants had unleashed themselves, as if all of it had been bounced back, and the power was actually greater than when they struck it.

Boom boom boom...

Nine consecutive explosions rang out as all nine contestants took their own "ultimate move" head-on, then were all blown away, including the Innate Realm Xiao Manxue and Ji Zimo.

When the dust and smoke cleared, the Divine Clan youth stood proudly on the ring. Among the nine contestants, everyone below Innate lay collapsed and couldn’t get up for a long time, clearly having already lost their combat strength.

Ji Zimo was an Innate Expert and fared a bit better. Using the Sky Soaring Sword to brace himself, he barely managed to stand, but blood was flowing down his arm, along the Sky Soaring Sword, dripping to the ground—gruesome to behold.

Miss fared slightly better as well, standing with her sword in hand, but her face was pale, and blood was at the corner of her mouth. Her Ice Silkworm Dress and Black Gold Silk Inner Armor had done their job—among the nine, she seemed to be the only one who still had any strength left to fight.

The entire ring was dead silent. The big shots were silent, the other Ancient Martial Artists were silent, even the nine contestants themselves were silent.

Nine versus one—the top nine of the competition—were actually defeated by the Divine Clan youth in a single move. This kind of blow hammered the hearts of all the Ancient Martial Artists.

If the opponent were an old senior, losing would just be losing. But the opponent was also young, even younger than many of them. That made the blow much worse—the Divine Clan youth was too terrifying.

More importantly, they still didn’t know who he was or where he came from.

The Divine Clan youth swept his gaze in a circle, passing over the nine contestants. His eyes finally landed on Miss, and then he said with slight surprise, "Oh, there’s still one standing. Not bad—at least they’re not all useless trash."

The word "trash" completely provoked the nine contestants. Ling Shuiyao grit her teeth, trying to stand but couldn’t exert any strength. Fatty Huang lay on the ground, able only to gasp for air. Yun Tian was a bit better; having been through battlefields, he saw victory and defeat more lightly—there is no ever-victorious General.

Yuwen Xingjian tried to grab the Sky Halberd, only to discover it felt like it weighed thousands of catties—he couldn’t lift it in the slightest. Wang Lin’s situation was almost the same.

Liu Xiaoxiao suffered the most, with no good weapon and no good armor. At this point her head was dizzy, and she could lose consciousness at any moment.

Ji Zimo clenched his teeth, pushed the last traces of his True Qi, and charged toward the Divine Clan youth, swinging out the Sky Soaring Sword.

"Overestimating yourself!" The Divine Clan youth didn’t even look at him and casually waved the black sword. Ji Zimo flew out, tumbled a few times after hitting the ground, and this time he truly couldn’t get back up.

After knocking Ji Zimo down, the Divine Clan youth didn’t pause. His body flickered and shot toward Miss. The black sword swung out again, utterly devoid of any fancy moves.

Xiao Manxue was shocked and hurriedly raised her sword to block. With a resounding clang, Miss soared off like a kite with its string cut, and happened to land right where Lin Tian was.

Lin Tian quickly reached out, releasing a gentle force, wrapping around her waist as he spun the wheelchair around once, steadily catching Miss.

"Lin Tian, he’s too strong. I can’t win." Miss could only stand with Lin Tian’s support, even speaking was difficult.

Lin Tian smiled gently and said, "Don’t be afraid. You still have me."

Miss looked at that gentle smile—different from his usual roguish grin—and warmth rose in her heart. Her body even seemed to regain strength. Of course, that was an illusion; her combat power was already almost completely spent.

And strictly speaking, she had fallen outside the ring, and could be judged as having lost—no need to fight anymore.

But seeing that Miss hadn’t collapsed to the ground, the Divine Clan youth seemed quite dissatisfied. Holding the black sword slanted in his hand, he walked over step by step, completely ignoring the ring’s rules.

"You lasted the longest. To show my appreciation, I’ve decided to cripple your martial arts." The Divine Clan youth spoke with utter ease, as if crippling a person was no different from crushing an ant.

Lin Tian’s gaze turned cold. He gently pushed Miss toward Xiao Manxuan’s arms, then grabbed at the air with his right hand. The Heavenly Tribulation Sword appeared in an instant, its violet blade flowing with purple light under the sun, the ancient patterns proclaiming its extraordinary nature.

"Hahaha... Master is finally going to make a move. Beat him, beat him hard!" The Sword Spirit shouted loudly, even more excited than Lin Tian, as if following Lin Tian into a fight was the greatest joy in the world.

That hooligan-like yelling almost made the anger Lin Tian had just felt dissipate.

The Ancient Martial Artists were reeling from the blow, spirits low. Seeing Lin Tian holding the Heavenly Tribulation Sword, they were all stunned for a moment, then became excited.

"Lin Tian is finally going to fight..."

"Uu, I want to cry, this is so damn suffocating. Brother Lin Tian, you have to beat him to a pulp." Some emotionally intense Ancient Martial Artist was moved to tears.

But no one laughed at him; many felt exactly the same. That disastrous nine-on-one defeat just now was the greatest disgrace for the younger generation of the Ancient Martial World.

The top nine young Ancient Martial Artists of the entire Ancient Martial World had been abused miserably by some youth whose origins were unknown. This kind of blow even shattered their young Dao hearts.

With just a single motion—Lin Tian merely raising his sword—the battered spirits of the Ancient Martial Artists were revived. At this moment, his wheelchair seemed to transform into a throne.

Even Ji Zimo, who had been defeated by Lin Tian before, now hoped Lin Tian would pound that Divine Clan youth. Even Situ Ruoling, who bore the deepest hatred toward Lin Tian, had a hazy look in her eyes. Lin Tian’s figure at this instant, radiating a king’s aura, was imprinted deep in the core of her heart.

"I’m never finished with you for the rest of my life!" Situ Ruoling murmured to herself, somewhat unconsciously, as if even she didn’t know what that "never finished" really meant.

Yun Tian stood up, though his body was still swaying. Yuwen Xingjian also stood, leaning on the Sky Halberd, but his stare was firm.

All the contestants stood up. Influenced by Lin Tian, they stood even if their wounds hurt like hell; they refused to be looked down upon by these so-called Divine Clan Envoys.

Ling Zishan and Wang Wanxi’s eyes lit up, filled with anticipation.

"He’s always meant to be like this. No matter where he is, he shines, descending like a king." Ling Zishan said softly.

All the Ancient Martial Artists, their emotions shifting from shock at the youth’s strength, to the desolate suffocation of defeat, now turned to rage and fervor. The atmosphere boiled over.

The Divine Clan elder frowned, somewhat surprised and somewhat displeased. His gaze finally moved to Lin Tian, to this "cripple" he had dismissed.

The Divine Clan youth was also slightly taken aback, one eyebrow rising, but he still didn’t stop walking. He had spoken the words "cripple Xiao Manxue," and he would make good on them.

The black sword quivered slightly, coiling in black light, as if an entire night was sealed within it, as if it contained a massive black hole ready to swallow everything.

Lin Tian curled his lip, raised his right hand, and hurled the Heavenly Tribulation Sword like a javelin!