Complete Victory

"Make your move! I'll show you the might of the Divine Might Corps!" Xing Lifeng clenched his fists, his expression as cold and stern as an iceberg.

"Brother Feng will definitely win!"

"Of course he will! That goes without saying! I only hope Senior Brother Feng can teach this brat a ruthless lesson!" The Divine Might Corps disciples spoke through gritted teeth. If not for the sect rules restraining them, they would have rushed in and beaten him as a group long ago.

"Are you the strongest among them?" Lin Xuan asked with a smile.

"Whether I'm the strongest is unimportant. I'm more than enough to deal with you!" Xing Lifeng's gaze was like a blade, as though he wanted to bore holes through Lin Xuan.

"Senior Brother Xing is definitely the strongest! Brat, you're scared now, aren't you? It's too late to beg for mercy!" The Divine Might Corps disciples shouted angrily.

"As long as you're the strongest, that's enough. Fighting them is too boring. How about this—if you lose, each of them gives me thirty contribution points. What do you say?" Lin Xuan wanted to make this one big.

Xing Lifeng stood as steady as a mountain. He said in a deep voice, "And if you lose?"

"You can let the Divine Might Corps deal with me however you wish."

"Fine!"

The moment the words fell, Xing Lifeng strode forward. His right fist shot out like a savage beast, crashing toward Lin Xuan.

The violent force churned the air ahead into a fierce gale. A stream of light flickered around his fist, and faint beastly roars rang out, making the air hum and tremble.

Ferocious and violent!

The Divine Might Corps disciples around them could not help shouting, "What a fist technique! Senior Brother Xing, smash him!"

Lin Xuan's expression grew solemn. Xing Lifeng was even stronger than Liang Hong, so he had no choice but to go all out.

He gripped his sword in his right hand and thrust it straight out. The strength of his body and the spiritual power within him fused perfectly. At that instant, he concentrated all his force at the sword tip.

The next moment, the black longsword collided with the fiery-red fist.

Bang!

Sparks flew in every direction as a thunderous boom erupted.

Lin Xuan retreated three steps before dispersing that violent force. His eyes were sharp as swords, brimming with fighting spirit.

"Damn it! How could he block Senior Brother Xing's fist?"

"Senior Brother Xing is the Great Strength King! How could this brat be unharmed? I must be seeing things!" Many Divine Might Corps disciples cried out in disbelief.

"Great Strength King? Your strength really is formidable!" The corner of Lin Xuan's lips curved upward.

Those words of praise, however, stabbed Xing Lifeng's ears like needles. He was a full realm above Lin Xuan! Yet the strength he was most proud of had failed to injure him.

He found this result difficult to accept. He had originally thought Lin Xuan was merely fast, but he had not expected his strength to be so terrifying as well.

"Hmph!"

Xing Lifeng's face turned icy. He clenched his fists, and the light around him blazed brightly. The muscles all over his body swelled, making him look like a humanoid savage beast.

He stomped the ground and charged forward again, both fists pressing down like great mountains.

This punch carried even greater force than the last.

Lin Xuan stepped through the Basic Footwork, his body shooting forward like an arrow. The Black Iron Sword thrust out again like a streak of black lightning.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Xing Lifeng seemed to have gone mad, throwing punch after punch. Every fist was as heavy as a mountain, making the air hum and shake. Lin Xuan's black hair whipped wildly around him, while azure light danced over his body like roaring flames.

Thunder Movement Thirteen Swords had completely become lightning in Lin Xuan's hands. Every sword strike carried the force of his entire body as it collided with those mountain-like fists, bursting forth in dazzling radiance.

"Just who is this Lin Xuan? He can actually contend with Xing Lifeng for so long?"

"Yeah! His swordsmanship is insanely fast, and his strength is monstrously powerful too. Isn't he only at the Fourth Level of Meridian Condensation?"

"No wonder he dared challenge the Divine Might Corps. He really has some skill!"

The surrounding disciples sighed in amazement. It was as though they were witnessing the rise of a new outer sect star.

"Hmph! What are you so proud of? Senior Brother Xing won't lose!"

"Exactly! The gap in spiritual power between Meridian Condensation Stage Five and the Fourth Level of Meridian Condensation simply can't be made up for. He can wear that brat down to death!" The Divine Might Corps disciples still refused to give up.

Within the formation flags, the two figures flashed back and forth as light danced all around them.

Bang!

After another collision, the two finally separated, drifting backward in opposite directions.

"Hmph, brat, you're the first person who has been able to compete with me in strength for this long! But the game ends here!" Xing Lifeng's white robe was torn to shreds, yet his aura had not weakened in the slightest.

Lin Xuan's already ragged clothes were now even more tattered. He tore away the garment covering his upper body, revealing his sturdy chest.

"Use whatever moves you have. I'm taking your contribution points for sure!" Lin Xuan stood like a war god, his aura incomparably sharp.

"Hundred Beasts Fist!" Xing Lifeng kicked a deep crater into the ground. His body flashed like lightning, leaving afterimages in the air as he attacked Lin Xuan.

"It's actually the Hundred Beasts Fist! Lin Xuan is in danger now!"

"Haha, a high-grade Yellow Rank martial art—who can block it?"

"The Divine Might Corps is mighty!"

Feeling the violence behind that punch, Lin Xuan frowned as well. The first level of the Thunder Movement Swordsmanship still had one move left: Unity. Thirteen swords merged into one, its power beyond imagination.

He drove the spiritual power throughout his body to its peak. His essence, energy, and spirit all reached their pinnacle, and the Black Iron Sword in his hand transformed into a surging black torrent that rushed forth.

Boom!

Light burst in every direction, and the sound shook the heavens.

The two figures touched and separated in an instant, passing each other.

Whoosh!

Lin Xuan steadied himself, his longsword slanting downward as he stood like a king of swords.

Xing Lifeng also stopped, standing firm like a mountain.

Crack!

A crisp sound rang out, like the shattering of the finest porcelain. The Black Iron Sword in Lin Xuan's hand broke into countless fragments and fell to the ground.

"Haha, I knew it! Senior Brother Xing would definitely win!"

"That's right, Senior Brother Xing is mighty! Lin Xuan, just wait for death!"

Every Divine Might Corps disciple became excited as if pumped full of blood. They could not help it—they had been suppressed for too long and needed an outlet.

But just as they began celebrating, Xing Lifeng's body suddenly shuddered. He then spat out a mouthful of blood and fell backward.

The smiles had not yet faded from the Divine Might Corps disciples' faces, but their eyes bulged wide. Their faces turned red, as though someone had seized them by the throat, leaving them speechless for a long while.

Only after some time did cries of shock erupt from the crowd. Then seven or eight Divine Might Corps disciples rushed over and quickly helped Xing Lifeng up. "Senior Brother Xing, are you all right?"

"He's fine. He only suffered a minor injury, so there's no need for such a fuss." Lin Xuan cast a regretful glance at the Black Iron Sword before saying, "Thirty contribution points each. Hand them over, quickly!"

The Divine Might Corps disciples' faces flushed red, and they wished they could find a crack in the ground to crawl into. For so many years, no one had dared cause trouble for the Divine Might Corps, yet now they had been defeated by a mere junior disciple.

Every Divine Might Corps disciple glared fiercely at Lin Xuan before reluctantly handing over thirty contribution points.

After receiving the contribution points, Lin Xuan picked up the fragments of the Black Iron Sword and returned to his little cabin.

The nearby disciples, however, were all fired up. That battle had been too thrilling. Lin Xuan had practically become their idol—one man, one sword, overturning the Divine Might Corps. Just thinking about it made their blood boil!