This is one of Lin Chuan's actual combat experiences. At the moment when the opponent's old strength has just been exhausted and new strength has not yet been regenerated, he switches from defense to offense, attacking him unprepared. Eight sword lights seal the entire frontal space. No matter how the monk in front of him hides, at least two sword lights can hit the vital point.
But he miscalculated.
Qin Tiexin did not hide. His left palm had already been raised before the sword light came on. The spiritual power of the Laogong point in his palm gathered, and a pale golden palm print was condensed in the palm of his hand. Then his left hand stretched straight into the middle of the sword light.
Prajna Palm!
The palm print was not taken out, and Prajna Palm's spiritual power was pressed on the surface of his palm without being released. His fingers passed through the gap of the sword light, and his fingertips brushed several sword edges. The sword edges cut his cuffs and the skin on the back of his hand, but there were only a few shallow white marks, not even blood. His fingers continued to explore forward, and then they suddenly closed together.
Caught.
Qin Tiexin's left hand grasped the spine of Lin Chuan's long sword, and his five fingers locked the blade like iron pliers. Even with Prajna Palm's spiritual power protecting his palm, and his own strong physique, this grip still caused the blade of the sword to cut a slight blood mark in his palm. Qin Tiexin didn't even frown.
Lin Chuan was stunned. His first reaction was not to abandon the sword and escape, but to pull it back.
He gripped the hilt of the sword tighter, pouring spiritual power into the sword body and trying to force the hand away with the vibration of the blade. The sword body trembled violently between the two of them, and the blade made a harsh friction sound when it cut on Qin Tiexin's palm.
Academic monks have never experienced a real life-and-death fight and have developed a good habit of cherishing weapons as much as their lives. This is a fatal flaw in real battles.
He took a step forward with Lin Chuan's pull back, and the distance between the two shrank from three feet to less than one foot. Lin Chuan looked past the sword and suddenly noticed the chest of the monk in front of him.
Qin Tiexin's chest has bulged, the front of the monk's robe is stretched tight, and the blood vessels can be vaguely seen under the fabric expanding. The power of Qi and Blood driven by Fire of Life compresses the chest to the extreme, like a boiling cauldron with a sealed lid.
Lin Chuan's reaction was quite quick. Before Qin Tiexin opened his mouth, he mobilized his spiritual power to seal the acupuncture points of his ears, and at the same time, he jerked the sword back. This time, he did not hesitate and was much more decisive.
Roar!!!
Lion's Roar. A sound twice as loud as that in the previous practice exploded from the depths of Qin Tiexin's throat. The golden sound waves shot forward in a fan shape, and the air above the ring was violently shaken to create circles of ripples visible to the naked eye.
The few Lin Household disciples at the edge of the ring didn't have time to cover their ears. They didn't expect that the monk would suddenly roar. Two of the Qi Refinement Realm disciples were so shocked that they rolled their eyes backwards. He fell down and fainted on the spot. There were three more Foundation Establishment Early Stage squatting on the ground with their ears covered, blood oozing out from between their fingers. Even the ones standing farthest away had a buzzing sound in their heads, as if they were being struck deep in the brain by a bell.
Although Lin Chuan sealed his ears in time, Lion's Roar's sound waves did not only travel through the ear canal. The sound waves penetrated into his body from every pore, were transmitted along the bones to the cranial cavity, and bounced repeatedly inside the skull.
The sealed ears blocked 50% of the damage, but the remaining 50% still made his brain buzz, and the scene in front of him was blurred. He gritted his teeth and pulled out the long sword from Qin Tiexin's palm. The small blood mark on the sword was drawn into a blood line when he drew the sword.
The sword was placed in front of him. This was the last correct judgment made by Lin Chuan in a blur of consciousness. He blocked the sword between his chest and abdomen, with the sword spine facing outward. The wood attribute spiritual power poured into the sword into a thick dark green wall.
The next second, a foot imprinted on the spine of the sword.
Hills and Ravines Thrust Kick.
Qin Tiexin placed his left foot on the ground, kicked his right foot out in front, and kicked the sole of his foot directly on the sword of Lin Chuan's horizontal block using a midline forward kick.
This was a leg technique he had practiced repeatedly for two months. The moment the sole of his foot came into contact with the target, he pushed forward half an inch, pouring the power directly into Lin Chuan's body through the sword body. However, Lin Chuan's sword body blocked the fatal half-inch push. Qin Tiexin's sole of the foot only pushed out halfway before being forced back by the elasticity of the sword body.
Even so, the power of this kick was enough. The sword bent in a dangerous arc, and after removing most of the kick force, it suddenly bounced straight. Lin Chuan was thrown away, and his body turned a full circle in the air, his waist He exerted force on his legs to remove the remaining strength, and then staggered to the ground on the edge of the ring. The soles of his boots dragged two half-foot-long scratches on the Spirit Granite ground. He held the ground with one hand and took two breaths before slowly standing up straight.
Qin Tiexin stood there and did not pursue. He retracted his left palm and put it in front of his chest, lowering his head slightly.
"That's good."
The green light from the defensive array above the arena shone on his monk's robe, dyeing the gray into light blue. The cloth cut on his right shoulder that was cut by the sword light was still emitting residual heat.
Lin Chuan stood there to catch his breath, and slowly sheathed his sword.
The shock in his eyes has not completely faded away. He did not use all his strength. The soft sword on his waist has not been released yet, and the last five moves of Hundred Herbs Swordsmanship are useless. Several core sword skills of the Supreme Splendor Academy have not been touched. But the problem is that the monk in front of him has not used his full strength, and the iron rod has not been used. He leaned against the stone pillar from beginning to end without moving. He did not use any of the Buddhist stick techniques or staff techniques. Except for the basics of the three basic moves of Arhat Fist, Prajna Palm, and Lion's Roar, he only used two more things, footwork and legwork.
It was these footwork and leg skills, coupled with the body that could bear the sword light without any damage, that forced him to the farthest corner of the ring.
"Master is amazing." Lin Chuan handed over his hand and said in a frank tone without any reluctance, "I lost."
There was an explosion under the stage.
"The eldest son has given up defeat?!"
"No way, the eldest son has never admitted defeat in the Supreme Splendor Academy!"
"How did he get kicked away just now? I saw a flash of golden light..."
"Don't your ears hurt? Are you still concerned about how others fly?"
"What is the origin of this monk? Middle Stage of the Qi and Blood Realm can defeat Foundation Establishment Late Stage. How can he still gain the upper hand across a small realm?"
Qin Tiexin put up a palm with one hand and shook his head. "Young Master Lin is serious. It's a tie."
His eyes moved down from Lin Chuan's face and landed on the seemingly ordinary belt around Lin Chuan's waist. It was a soft sword. When Hills and Ravines Thrust Kick stepped on the sword just now, his The feeling of his feet told him that the resistance under his feet was not only from the long sword, but also an extremely thin layer of metal defense at Lin Chuan's waist and abdomen, which removed more than half of the power transmitted by Hills and Ravines Thrust Kick through the sword body.
If the soft sword hadn't secretly blocked the last half-inch of Hills and Ravines Thrust Kick's advance, Lin Chuan would have been bleeding from the corner of his mouth when he landed.
Lin Chuan noticed the focus of Qin Tiexin's gaze and was slightly startled. Not even most of Lin Household's descendants knew about the soft sword wrapped around his waist. It was a coming-of-age gift given to him by Lin Boyuan when he was eighteen years old, a Upper-Grade Law Artifact, which was hidden in the belt sheath and could not be seen from the outside.
Qin Tiexin withdrew his gaze and commented silently in his heart. He is worthy of being the first genius of Lin Residence. The wood attribute spiritual power is deep and long. He received one Arhat Fist and one Hills and Ravines Thrust Kick from the front, but his breath was not disturbed at all. His leg strength has exceeded 100,000 kilograms. Although the kick just now was not Pushed to the most lethal half-inch, he can still turn over in the air and land smoothly after being pushed forward by a hundred thousand kilograms of force. This physical foundation and spiritual power thickness are definitely the best among the Foundation Establishment monks of Azure Xuan Region. What's more, the soft sword on this man's waist has not been unsheathed from beginning to end, which shows that he still hides at least 30% of his true strength.
The two of them each withdrew their gazes, and each gave the other a high score in their hearts.
"Okay!"
A burst of applause came from under the ring. The voice was powerful and full of confidence. Just hearing this voice made Qin Tiexin's Qi and Blood tremble slightly. This was the unique spiritual resonance of high-level monks.
The two of them turned to look at the same time.
Lin Boyuan stood on the edge of the corridor below the ring, wearing a dark blue casual robe, with his hands behind his back. Behind him stood Madam Lin and a Qin Tiexin whom he had never seen before. The young woman. Madam Lin was still holding the spiritual cake in her hand, with an expression on her face that was half nervous and half pleased. Lin Boyuan looked at the two people on the ring with an extremely rare smile on her lips.
"Father." Lin Chuan saluted with his hands raised.
Qin Tiexin stand up with one hand."Marquis Lin."