Nine Thunder Sword VS Thunderclap Light!

"Lin Chen, this time, I'll pin you to the ground and grind your face into it in front of everyone!"

Standing on the competition grounds, Lei Li stared coldly at Lin Chen. As he recalled the scene at the Trading Fair where the other boy had defeated him, the anger in his heart flared up at once.

A cruel smile appeared on his face. He placed his right hand at his own neck and said provocatively, "Now, I'm already at the Earthly Yuan Stage. I really have you to thank for that."

Without the threat Lin Chen had brought him, how could he have trained so desperately and reached the Earthly Yuan Stage even sooner than he had expected?

"Oh?"

Lin Chen gave a surprised sound and said, "Then if I defeat you again, wouldn't you be at the Heavenly Yuan Stage the next time I see you?"

"..."

Lei Li was struck speechless. Did he really think that highly of him?

Although he did want to reach the Heavenly Yuan Stage.

But it wasn't that easy!

And why did those words sound so sarcastic?

"Hmph! You want to defeat me again? Dream on!"

Lei Li gave a heavy cold snort, anger rising in his eyes. He was furious at the other party's contempt.

A dense sheen of yuan power surfaced around him, carrying an icy, sinister chill. He immediately charged toward Lin Chen. His palms bent into arcs at that moment, like venomous snakes swaying their heads, and struck fiercely toward Lin Chen's forehead.

The Second-grade Martial Art, Spirit Snake Palm, had an extremely tricky and vicious offensive, not something an ordinary person could withstand.

"What a coincidence. I know it too."

The corners of Lin Chen's mouth rose slightly. A dense sheen of yuan power likewise appeared around him, and his aura seemed evenly matched with Lei Li's—though that was only because he was holding back.

His palms also curved into a peculiar arc. Facing Lei Li's Spirit Snake Palm attack, he used the same Second-grade Martial Art and directly struck at the weak point of the other's wrist.

When the martial art being used was the same, what mattered was the depth of each person's yuan power and their mastery of the technique.

"Damn it!"

When Lei Li saw Lin Chen use the very same Second-grade Martial Art, Spirit Snake Palm, his face burned painfully. The other party was clearly humiliating him.

He let out a furious shout, and his palms, whose movements were strange and hard to track, suddenly launched another attack at Lin Chen.

However, what shocked him greatly was that no matter how fast his Spirit Snake Palm attacks became, the other party could still strike at his wrist from an extremely tricky angle, hitting the so-called "seven inches" and making it impossible for the power of his Spirit Snake Palm to be displayed at all.

This forced Lei Li to accept that the other party's Spirit Snake Palm was probably even more proficient and practiced than his own.

After trying several times, Lei Li still chose to give up attacking with Spirit Snake Palm and immediately switched to another martial art.

"Thunderclap Strike!"

In just an instant, as Lei Li closed in on Lin Chen, he completely changed his attack method. Every part of his body—fists, elbows, fingers, legs, and more—erupted with extremely powerful force, attacking Lin Chen like raging waves and overwhelming thunder.

The Third-grade Martial Art, Thunderclap Strike, would erupt with extremely powerful strength after being unleashed. Its offense was like an incoming thunderstorm, exceptionally fierce, and difficult for ordinary people to withstand. It could be said to be the other party's trump card.

"Not bad. If it were combined with the amplifying effect of the Thunderclap Sword, wouldn't it be even better?"

At that moment, Lin Chen took the wooden sword from his waist. With extremely swift sword strikes, he blocked Lei Li's attacks. With yuan power reinforcing it, the wooden sword let out crisp explosive sounds under the other party's sharp assault.

"Damn it!"

After hearing Lin Chen's words, Lei Li was so angry he could barely stand it, and the speed of his attacks grew even faster.

Originally, that Third-grade Martial Art, Thunderclap Sword, was something he had planned to cultivate so that he could combine it with this Third-grade Martial Art, Thunderclap Strike, and reach an even more powerful offensive might.

It was just that his defeat at the Trading Fair had forced him to trade it away for his life.

What he had been constantly thinking about was defeating Lin Chen as soon as possible and taking back the Third-grade Martial Art, Thunderclap Sword.

When that time came, his own combat strength would also undergo an epic transformation!

Unfortunately...

What made Lei Li lose control of his emotions somewhat was that the martial art Lin Chen displayed in the next moment was actually the Third-grade Martial Art, Thunderclap Sword, the very thing he had been longing for day and night. It nearly made him fail to maintain his Thunderclap Strike.

"Thunderclap Sword!"

The wooden sword in Lin Chen's hand was instantly covered in a layer of blue-purple light. Lightning intertwined within it, crackling and hissing. Wrapped in the Might of the Thunderclap, the moment an explosive sound rang out, he had already used the sword to block Lei Li's attack in an instant, then stabbed the other party in the chest with one strike.

In a flash, Lei Li let out a miserable scream and was knocked back several meters.

"How... how could you possibly have learned it!?"

Struck by the Might of the Thunderclap, Lei Li felt as if his entire body had been hit by lightning, leaving him numb and tingling. A few tiny electric snakes still flickered and leapt across him. He clutched his chest tightly, and the pain made it hard for him to endure for the moment.

He truly found it hard to believe that Lin Chen could cultivate the Third-grade Martial Art, Thunderclap Sword, to such a level in such a short time, and that he was actually even more practiced with it than Lei Li was with his Third-grade Martial Art, Thunderclap Strike.

"Are you trash? If you aren't, why would you ask that question?"

Lin Chen had only this simple sentence for such a question.

This retort made Lei Li spit out a mouthful of black blood on the spot.

"Lei Li!"

When Lei Bao saw that Lei Li had actually been beaten until he spat blood, he could not help but roar sharply.

He did not want anything unexpected to happen to Lei Li. They had to win this match.

Otherwise, the Lei Family would lose all face in Qingyang Town, and lose the extremely important property that was Ironwood Manor!

"Patriarch Lei, do not interfere with the normal course of the match!"

When Lin Zhentian saw this, he immediately warned him.

He was worried that Lei Bao, that Smiling Tiger, might suddenly attack Lin Chen without anyone noticing.

So from the very beginning, he had been keeping his eyes on Lei Bao.

As for Luo Cheng of Mad Saber Martial Hall, he was watching Xie Qian, the patriarch of the Xie Family.

Only this way could they make the other side hold back from acting.

And if they did act, then the Lin Family and Mad Saber Martial Hall could seize the chance to make trouble. Without offering some compensation, they could forget about leaving.

"Damn it..."

Lei Bao had clearly realized this, and could only curse under his breath.

He looked at Lin Chen, who was holding the wooden sword, and undisguised killing intent appeared on his face.

With him included, two Earthly Yuan Stage juniors had actually appeared among the Lin Family's younger generation.

Once they grew up in the future, would that not mean the Lin Family would have five great Heavenly Yuan Stage experts?!

To the Lei Family, this was absolutely an enormous threat!

For a time, Lei Bao's desire to eliminate the Lin Family became even more urgent than eliminating Mad Saber Martial Hall first.

During this Hunting Activity, he could not make a move against Lin Chen.

But after the Hunting Activity ended, he would make sure the boy died!

"You think defeating me is that simple?!"

At that moment, Lei Li recovered his breath. His eyes widened in fury as he said coldly, "Watch my Thunderclap Light!"

At this moment, he was also using his full strength.

A powerful fluctuation of Yuan Power erupted from Lei Li's right palm. Under his control, all the Yuan Power in his body gathered, and a ball of light that kept contracting and expanding was rapidly taking shape. Lightning flickered endlessly within it, surging and churning!

"Thunderclap Light! That's the Lei Family's Thunderclap Light!"

Wu Yun, who had been paying close attention to the match the whole time, sucked in a cold breath at that moment and exclaimed, "One of the Lei Family's two ultimate arts, the Fourth-grade Martial Art Thunderclap Light. I never thought Lei Li would actually be able to learn it. If Lin Chen hadn't taken the Thunderclap Sword earlier, then with the Might of the Thunderclap added in, the power of this Thunderclap Light would definitely be unstoppable!"

Seeing this, Lin Xia's small face turned a few shades paler. She hurriedly said to Lin Zhentian, "Grandpa, how is Ah Chen supposed to block this?!"

Lin Zhentian's fists were clenched tight as well. It was obvious he was extremely nervous too.

However, his gaze was very firm.

"Keep watching!"

Lin Xia felt somewhat helpless, and could only nervously watch the duel between Lin Chen and Lei Li.

"Lin Chen! Die!"

Lei Li's Yuan Power had been completely drained, and his face had turned much paler. He sneered repeatedly, then suddenly roared furiously at Lin Chen.

Immediately afterward, he threw the ball of light in his right hand out.

"A Fourth-grade Martial Art?"

Lin Chen narrowed his eyes slightly, and a trace of cold light flashed through them as he said icily, "I'd like to see just how powerful it really is!"

The wooden sword in his hand, wrapped in the Might of the Thunderclap, erupted with a sharp sword light at that moment.

"Nine Thunder Sword!"