He Moved—No, It Moved! (Part 2)

Ling Qing rolled his neck, and the second spirit ring beneath his feet suddenly lit up.

Second Spirit Skill, Instant Hell Shadowless Slash!

The next second, Ling Qing's figure vanished from the spot and silently appeared behind Wu Jian.

Seeing the effect of Ling Qing's second spirit skill, Wu Jian raised an eyebrow slightly.

Spatial spirit skills were among the finest of their kind, regardless of the age of the spirit ring.

For example, in a team spirit battle, if you used this skill at the very start to silently take out the enemy's squishy targets, who the hell could withstand that?

The Judgment Scythe glimmered with a cold, ghostly light. This attack from Ling Qing was no longer aimed at Wu Jian's head, but at his lower leg.

I'm attacking your leg. Let's see how you dodge now!

However...

Wu Jian was not flustered in the slightest. His feet seemed rooted in the ground, completely motionless. Yet his upper body twisted slightly, and an invisible sword aura shot fiercely from between his fingers.

Though the sword aura was invisible, Ling Qing's Mental Power had long since been highly focused, keenly sensing every change around him. Naturally, this sword aura was no exception.

Its speed was no slower than that of a bullet!

Ling Qing hurriedly spun the Judgment Scythe in his hand. The scythe began rotating at high speed, and then...

The sword aura struck the scythe with a crisp clang. However, in order to evade Wu Jian's sword aura, Ling Qing's attack naturally failed as well.

Three more sword auras shot out from Wu Jian's fingertips!

Ling Qing frowned deeply. The second spirit ring beneath his feet lit up, and his body vanished, reappearing ten meters away from Wu Jian and avoiding the sword aura attack.

Close-range attacks won't work. That old bastard Wu Jian's sword auras are way too fast. They're hard to dodge, and it'd be easy to get hit. Besides, blindly dodging isn't a solution either. I've got it!

A glint flashed through Ling Qing's eyes as he pressed his hand against a protrusion on the handle of the Judgment Scythe.

"Clack, clack, clack, clack... whoosh..."

A series of chain-grinding sounds suddenly rang out. Accompanied by the friction, the Judgment Scythe split into two, connected in the middle by a transparent golden chain.

Judgment Scythe, second form!

Wu Jian was stunned once again at the sight.

How did this Ling Qing have so many tricks?

The golden chain of the Judgment Scythe was condensed from the golden runes within Ling Wu's Book of the Dead martial soul.

It could be said that this golden chain existed somewhere between energy and matter. It was incredibly hard, and its length could change according to Ling Qing's thoughts. Ling Qing had tested its maximum range before—it was exactly ten meters!

Ling Qing gripped the lower handle attached to the chain and assumed the signature pose of a famous actor from his previous life.

"Oda~"

Ling Qing gave a low shout and flung the scythe in his hand out like a whip.

The Judgment Scythe's weight had increased from its original five kilograms to forty kilograms, or eighty jin. Only because Ling Qing trained his body constantly every day could he wield the scythe without any difficulty.

With a sidestep, Wu Jian avoided Ling Qing's ferocious attack.

Smack!

The heavy scythe slammed into the ground, sending dirt and rocks flying everywhere.

Ling Qing turned and lashed out with another strike.

After that, Ling Qing seemed tireless as he continuously swung the Judgment Scythe. Before long, even the air around them was filled with the scent of dust.

Five minutes later.

"Your attacks are completely useless!" Wu Jian began to mock him. "Don't you still have a First Spirit Skill? Why aren't you using it?"

Ling Qing did not answer. He continued swinging desperately, the scythe repeatedly crashing into the ground with heavy impacts.

Like a hammer striking a wall.

Another five minutes passed. Suddenly, a gleam flashed through Ling Qing's eyes, and he immediately retracted the scythe.

Clack, clack, clack~

The sound of chains rang out again, and the Judgment Scythe returned to its original form.

"Whether it succeeds or fails depends on this next strike!"

Ling Qing gripped the scythe with both hands, sweat dripping from his forehead to the ground. He repeatedly licked his lips, seeming extremely nervous.

Haaah!

Ling Qing roared. The yellow spirit ring beneath his feet emitted a dazzling light. With a burst of strength from his calves, Ling Qing leaped high into the air and raised the Judgment Scythe above his head.

Soul Power swirled around Ling Qing's entire body as he continuously poured it into the scythe.

He was using all the Soul Power in his body to unleash this attack!

Before long, the blade of the Judgment Scythe shone with a bright green light.

Finally, Ling Qing swung the Judgment Scythe down fiercely, unleashing this immensely powerful strike.

First Spirit Skill, Judgment!

A green blade arc flew out, enormous and carrying overwhelming force, as if it wanted to split the entire mountain in two!

After unleashing that strike, Ling Qing's strength was completely drained. He landed on the ground, gasping heavily.

Whether he succeeded or failed depended on this one strike.

Facing Ling Qing's imposing attack, Wu Jian calmly turned to the side, the blade arc passing so close it nearly grazed his face.

Boom!

The green blade arc struck the ground directly and vanished...

One second...

Two seconds...

"Hm, can you still launch an attack in your current state? Looks like... you've lost."

A smug smile appeared on Wu Jian's face.

"Is that so?"

Ling Qing gave a wicked smile.

Rumble~

Crack, crack~

All of a sudden, Wu Jian felt the ground beneath his feet shake. Accompanied by cracking sounds, a fissure actually split open in the earth!

Wu Jian immediately understood. So his target had never been me. It had been...

This land?

That was right. Ling Qing and Wu Jian were standing on a small hill, a very, very small one.

Rumble, rumble~

Earth and rocks kept sliding down, while the crack within the hill continued to widen...

Wu Jian gave a bitter smile. This kid was truly sly. Knowing that making Wu Jian move his feet was impossible, he had actually come up with such a method.

He had once offered this trial to others. Whether they were Soul Sages or Soul Masters, the final result had always been the same: not a single defeat.

Yet today...

He had lost.

An inexplicable, unusual glimmer appeared in Wu Jian's eyes as he looked at Ling Qing.

Perhaps...

The Saintess had not misjudged him. He truly had the potential to become one of the Golden Generation.

As the mountain shook, Ling Qing had truly succeeded. A smile could not help appearing at the corner of his mouth.

As for why he had kept lashing the ground earlier, it was to create vibrations that would affect the mountain's internal structure. Those lashes had consumed only his physical strength.

Next came his First Spirit Skill, Judgment, unleashed after exhausting all of his Soul Power.

With Judgment's attributes, he successfully cleaved open the ground and drove deep into the hill, working in conjunction with the internal deformation caused by his earlier strikes. In the end, it produced this result.