Wu Ling and Chen Xin were facing each other face to face. To outsiders, it looked like two ordinary people holding a wooden sword and looking at each other in a daze.
But as time went by, the four people Ning Fengzhi and Yue Guan who were watching on the side gradually felt something inexplicable, but something that really existed.
"This is... power!"
The four people thought of this title. In fact, for Titled Douluo, they can already sense and control part of their own "power", but it is indeed unusual for Wu Ling and Chen Xin to emit power without even releasing Martial Soul.
Yue Guan and Gui Mei are not very surprised. After all, they have personally experienced Wu Ling's martial arts. They have also Simulation. If Soul Power of the same level is used, they can't even guarantee that they have the possibility of winning.
Ning Fengzhi was really surprised. Although Chen Xin had said many times that Wu Ling was not weaker than him in swordsmanship, as Chen Xin's friends for many years, the two of them must have believed in Chen Xin's strength, so they never thought that Chen Xin would lose.
But now from the perspective of potential, Chen Xin--will lose!
The two people in the confrontation also showed a gap. Wu Ling's expression and movements were still casual, but Chen Xin's expression became gradually serious, his body gradually straightened, and his posture also changed somewhat.
As Chen Xin's expression changed from serious to solemn, Wu Ling suddenly smiled.
The smile that used to look particularly handsome now looked extremely mocking.
Then Wu Ling gently held the other hand on the hilt of the sword. Seeing this, Chen Xin's expression suddenly turned slightly red. Ning Fengzhi dared to guarantee Gu Rong's sincerity. He had never seen such an expression on Chen Xin's face in his life.
Because during the confrontation between two people holding swords with one hand, whoever holds the sword with both hands first means that he is weaker than the other party. But judging from Wu Ling's expression, this show of weakness is completely Wu Ling's charity to him!
This is like playing a game. When you are about to lose in the end, the opponent suddenly commits suicide or surrenders. This is not only a kind of charity to him, but also an extreme confidence in your own strength!
Although he was very aggrieved by his "charity", Chen Xin had to admit that Wu Ling's power was definitely stronger than his.
Wu Ling's momentum went from being simple and extreme at the beginning to being swift and deadly later, and then finally being as violent as a storm. These two consecutive changes even made Chen Xin mistakenly think that he was confronting three different martial arts Grandmaster.
But judging from Wu Ling's leisurely performance, these three potentials are indeed his own, because only his own potential can be switched and controlled so easily.
"What a terrible guy. A person can have one kind of power in his life, even if it means entering the palace. Two kinds of talents are extraordinary, but he actually has three. It seems that I still underestimate him." Chen Xin Thinking of this, he slowly grasped the sword with both hands.
"Even if this is a losing battle, I will still have to fight hard, because this is my Sword Momentum, to move forward without any retreat!"
Chen Xin Sword Momentum, which was slightly shaken by Wu Ling's actions, condensed again and became more solid, just like an unsheathed sword. Either the sword would be destroyed, or the person would die!
Seeing Chen Xin working hard, Wu Ling also stopped laughing and became serious.
When the surrounding sounds became extremely quiet, Chen Xin moved, and struck Wu Ling with a simple and pure straight slash. Wu Ling responded with a backhand move upwards.
There are no flashy sword lights and shadows, because this is just a sword discussion and not a fight. Only those who are not skilled will regard their self-righteous dazzling skills as a sword discussion. It is okay to use it to fool ordinary people, but in front of masters like Wu Ling and Chen Xin, the opponent's next offensive is already clear the moment the opponent starts.
Simply put it is:
Chen Xin: "I predicted your actions."
Wu Ling "I predicted that you predicted my actions."
Chen Xin: "I predicted you and I predicted your actions."
Wu Ling: "I predict..."
In the eyes of Ning Fengzhi and others, after the first time the two swords came into contact, Chen Xin was halfway through Wu Ling's movement, and then there was no contact, and the two returned to their original positions.
After several times, the movements made by the two became smaller and smaller. Chen Xin only raised half of his hand, Wu Ling moved the knife slightly horizontally, and then Chen Xin put his hand back while sweating.
If the two opponents are now replaced by someone who can only use swords, swords and shadows, the person opposite may not even have a chance to use swords, swords and shadows before his body and head are separated.
After a while, the four Ning Fengzhi saw that Wu Ling and Chen Xin were completely motionless. They were still a little confused. But the next second, as Wu Ling slightly raised the sword, a bright red stream flowed down from the corner of Chen Xin's mouth.
"Chen Xin!" "Old Chen!" Ning Fengzhi and Gu Rong exclaimed at the same time.
If it was a normal fight, it would be nothing, but if the two of them stood still like this, and then one of them suddenly started bleeding, no one would be confused.
Under the worried eyes of the two people, Chen Xin waved his hand to express that he was fine, and that was indeed the case. He had not been attacked by Wu Ling, and those injuries were sustained by himself.
Just now, after he attacked Wu Ling for the first time, he understood that it was absolutely impossible for him to attack Wu Ling, because in his eyes, Wu Ling seemed to be divided into three, defending his attacks from three different directions. Even with his superb sword skills, he could not break through.
Then the two people continued to attack and defend, and the attack from Wu Ling was also divided into three, and they carried three completely different "potentials" from three directions.
Therefore, Chen Xin was in a passive state throughout the whole process. He had to be on guard against Wu Ling's attacks, predict which of the three attacks were real and which were fake, and then Simulation how to defend himself. He had to think about how to break through the impeccable defense with the remaining energy.
This caused Chen Xin's energy consumption to triple as usual. It wasn't until Wu Ling's last blow that Chen Xin desperately discovered that all three attacks could be real!
After predicting those three attacks, because the attacks were too real, his body instinctively reacted to the injuries.
To be honest, when Simulation anticipated Wu Ling's attacks in three different directions, Chen Xin thought he was fighting a schizophrenic person for the first time.
With the tacit cooperation of the three attacks, Chen Xin suppressed this idea and understood that it was a technique of Wu Ling, just like their Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's Seven Apertures Exquisite Heart and other Distraction Control, but Wu Ling's method was more powerful than Seven Apertures Exquisite Heart.
Chen Xin did not wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth. He raised the wooden sword, looked at the numerous cracks on the sword, and said silently, "I lost."
Wu Ling was not very excited about defeating Chen Xin in terms of skills. After all, he had the guidance of several Heroic Spirits, especially some of them who were famous for their martial arts. If he could not become the strongest in martial arts on the Douluo Continent, he would be ashamed of those Heroic Spirits who were willing to let him summon him!
Seeing Wu Ling look so neither humble nor arrogant, and then thinking about the joy he felt when he improved his strength, Chen Xin felt ashamed.
"In the past, my goals were only my father and the person from the Spirit Hall, but after today, it seems that there will be one more person."