Ten Thousand Dragons Technique-Chapter 75: The First Battle! Lin Xuan’s Opponent!

Chapter 75: Chapter 75: The First Battle! Lin Xuan’s Opponent!

The surrounding people were dumbfounded. This kid wanted to be number one on the Celestial Ranking and defeat Ling Fengzi? What a joke. He had to be dreaming. They shook their heads and sneered, thinking the boy was hopeless.

Off to the side, Feng Qingxue covered her face in embarrassment. He’s such a braggart. I don’t know this guy.

At that moment, the academy’s Headmaster stood up and announced loudly, "I hereby declare the start of this year’s Celestial Ranking competition.

"I hope all you contestants will cherish this opportunity, show your true strength, and give it your all.

"There are a few rules.

"First, no lethal moves are allowed.

"Second, being knocked out of the arena constitutes a loss.

"There are no other restrictions. You are free to fight as you see fit."

The rules were quite similar to the newcomer tournament, so Lin Xuan quickly understood them. Afterward, the referee elder began calling out names, and those who were called went up to the arena to fight.

The competition began with the elimination rounds. Only fifty people would advance. These fifty would then compete in the finals to determine the top ten, who would in turn fight in a final ranking match.

Soon, the second-year disciples began stepping onto the arena for their matches. They immediately went all out, unleashing terrifying power from the very start. None of them dared to be the slightest bit careless. The battles were earth-shattering, leaving the spectators in awe.

The new disciples couldn’t help but exclaim, "They’re so strong! Incredibly strong!"

Lin Xuan silently observed the battles.

In the blink of an eye, half a day had passed. Finally, it was Lin Xuan’s turn.

When the elder called Lin Xuan’s name, everyone turned to look at him.

Is that kid actually going on stage? Is he really going to fight? Where did he get such courage?

"Don’t worry, we’ll soon find out just how strong he is."

The crowd murmured amongst themselves. Lin Xuan’s fame was indeed great, but he was still just a newcomer. None of them were optimistic about his chances.

Beneath the arena, Feng Qingxue said, "Lin Xuan, don’t force it. There’s no shame in surrendering if you can’t win."

Someone else wondered, "Who is this kid’s opponent?"

"Zheng Song, you’re up," the referee elder called out.

Hearing this, a tall figure stepped out from the crowd. The surrounding people were taken aback and then exclaimed, "Zheng Song! It’s actually Zheng Song!"

"He’s a mid-stage two-star Martial General!"

"Haha, this kid is definitely no match for him."

"Is his opponent that strong?" Feng Qingxue’s expression turned grim.

"Hmph, that kid is bound to be defeated," Wu Ming, Sun Tian, Liu Ruyue, Zhang Yang, and Zhao Jie all sneered. With such a strong opponent, there was no way Lin Xuan could win. He would probably be defeated in his very first match. They readied themselves to enjoy the sight of Lin Xuan’s downfall.

Zheng Song stepped onto the arena with a relaxed expression. My luck is incredible. To think my first opponent is Lin Xuan... this is a guaranteed win.

Instead of making a move, he spoke. "Junior Brother Lin, I am also a disciple of the Wangyue Pavilion. For the sake of our shared sect, let me give you some advice: just surrender.

"Otherwise, if we really start fighting, you’re sure to get hurt.

"There’s no shame in losing to me."

"Lin Xuan, just surrender!" Feng Qingxue urged.

The others also chattered among themselves, all of them assuming Lin Xuan would surrender.

However, Lin Xuan simply shook his head and replied, "Since you are a Senior Brother from Wangyue Pavilion, allow me to offer you some advice as well: give it everything you’ve got. My strength is beyond anything you can imagine."

Everyone was stunned. What? Not only was Lin Xuan refusing to surrender, but he was still acting this arrogant. He was too wild, utterly reckless.

Zheng Song’s face darkened. "Junior Brother Lin, since you won’t surrender, don’t blame me for being discourteous."

With a wave of his hand, a blast of Sword Qi slashed toward Lin Xuan. It was Wind and Thunder Sword Qi. Zheng Song was using the Wind and Thunder Swordsmanship.

Feeling this Sword Qi, the bodies of the new disciples in the crowd trembled. Even from such a distance, they felt a mortal sense of danger. One could only imagine how powerful that single sword strike was.

"That kid will never be able to block it," Sun Tian and Liu Ruyue sneered at the sight.

Zhang Yang and Zhao Jie also shook their heads. "How foolish. His senior brother gave him a chance, and he didn’t even cherish it."

"Go on, lose! Lose, Lin Xuan!" Wu Ming’s eyes were wide, wanting to witness Lin Xuan’s defeat with his own eyes.

"The height of foolishness," Sun Hao also scoffed. No matter how strong Lin Xuan was, he couldn’t possibly be a match for a two-star Martial General.

Facing such a terrifying attack, Lin Xuan finally made his move. He let out a sharp cry as the Dragon Power within him erupted. His right hand shot forward in a palm strike.

Eight Desolate Palm!

This palm strike carried overwhelming power, as if it could sweep away everything in the world. The very air around it boomed.

What kind of palm technique is this? It’s so powerful! How can his power be so strong? The surrounding disciples were shocked when they felt this power. They couldn’t believe Lin Xuan could unleash such a force. It was simply unbelievable!

With a deafening boom, the Wind and Thunder Sword Qi was blasted aside.

What?

Across from him, Zheng Song was momentarily stunned. In the next moment, his face darkened. He hadn’t expected his attack to be blocked. This made him feel somewhat humiliated. With a cold snort, he drew the longsword from his back and thrust it forward.

This time, he was truly serious.

He lunged forward with another sword strike, still using the Wind and Thunder Swordsmanship, but its power was far greater than before. He was going to show Lin Xuan what true strength looked like!

The sword slashed out, stirring the winds and clouds as if it could sweep through all creation. Even other two-star Martial Generals would have to give this attack a wide berth.

But Lin Xuan didn’t dodge. He once again brandished the Eight Desolate Palm and struck forward, choosing to meet the attack head-on.

In the next instant, their attacks collided with a thunderous roar. The entire arena trembled violently as the protective Array on its surface lit up, enveloping the stage in light.

The people around them paled. They widened their eyes and stared intently at the arena, desperate to see the outcome. Could Lin Xuan withstand it?

"He definitely can’t block it!" Sun Tian and Liu Ruyue sneered.

Zhang Yang and Zhao Jie snorted coldly. "Daring to face the Wind and Thunder Sword head-on? What an idiot!"

"He’s defeated! That kid is defeated! Hahaha!" Wu Ming watched excitedly.

In the next moment, however, they were all left dumbfounded. Their eyes nearly popped out of their sockets when they saw that the Wind and Thunder Sword strike had been blocked!

"How could this be?" they stammered in disbelief.

Zheng Song’s pupils contracted violently. "This is impossible!"

"Nothing is impossible," Lin Xuan snorted coldly as his other palm shot forward. With both palms striking out, he knocked the longsword back. His Eight Desolate Palm then continued, unstoppable, as it surged toward Zheng Song.

Zheng Song defended desperately, wielding his longsword and unleashing the full extent of his Wind and Thunder Swordsmanship. But it was no use.

With a final, deafening crash, the longsword was blasted from his hand.

Like a kite with a broken string, he was sent flying into the distance. In an instant, he soared past the edge of the arena and crashed onto the ground below. He cried out as he spat a mouthful of blood, feeling as though his entire body was about to fall apart.

"Senior Brother, thank you for the match."

On the arena, Lin Xuan retracted his palm and spoke with a smile.

The entire crowd was left in utter shock.