"You little brat, you developed two domains?"
"That's right."
Standing on the platform, Lin Xing smiled and nodded.
"Because of Fufu's unique nature, I considered some special circumstances and developed this domain. After all, extra skills are no burden."
That was a lie, of course. This move essentially just borrowed the power of the Oratrice Mecanique d'Analyse Cardinale.
It did not fully unleash the Oratrice Mecanique d'Analyse Cardinale, but borrowed some of its mechanics and stats.
"Domain Expansion!"
"Clear Abyss of the Azure Stream!"
Without the Splendor of Tranquil Waters, Lin Xing simply formed the seal of Indra with one hand and activated the Clear Abyss of the Azure Stream on top of the Court of Surging Conviction.
Pale blue Soul Power enveloped the entire courtroom, with wisps of blue currents constantly circulating within.
Perhaps he had already been shocked too many times, but Chen Xin seemed rather calm at this display.
"You little brat, were you saving this specifically to deal with me?"
Lin Xing smiled.
"Of course. You're a Titled Douluo, Teacher. Without showing some real ability, there's no way I could last very long against you."
"It's just a shame that without Fufu's power bolstering it, the Clear Abyss of the Azure Stream is much weaker. But the Court of Surging Conviction can make up for that shortcoming and strengthen it considerably."
"Teacher, forgive me."
Lin Xing held two fingers together like a sword and gently pressed them downward.
Clang!
The sound of a sword leaving its sheath rang out again, and six enormous blue swords formed from flowing water instantly appeared around Chen Xin.
A closer look revealed a shield of Sword Qi covering Chen Xin's body.
"Spirit Sword Guardian."
"Teacher, that's going too far. You're actually using Soul Skills against me!"
Chen Xin's eyelids twitched.
"Fifth Soul Skill: Might Shakes the Four Directions!"
A terrifying presence erupted from Chen Xin, and five Seven Kill Swords scattered outward, shattering Lin Xing's enormous water swords outright.
"You little brat, so this was where you were lying in wait for your teacher."
Chen Xin raised his right hand. A bloody mark crossed his palm, and it was not just his palm. Fine bloody marks had appeared beneath his eyes, on his neck, on his arms, and across various parts of his body.
It was Intent.
The moment Chen Xin had been drawn into the domain, Intent had already enveloped his entire body. Whenever Lin Xing wished, that Intent could launch a ferocious attack.
But Chen Xin was his teacher, so Lin Xing had only activated it a little.
And it was precisely because Chen Xin had sensed this that he had used his fifth Soul Skill just now, mixing in some Sword Intent as well.
"You little brat, whatever other dirty... ahem, whatever other abilities you have, bring them all out. I'll take them all today."
Having already used his fifth Soul Skill, Chen Xin intended to get a little more serious.
"You said it yourself, Teacher."
Lin Xing held two fingers of one hand together like a sword while keeping the other hand behind his back, silently summoning the Oratrice Mecanique d'Analyse Cardinale and borrowing just a tiny bit of its power's properties.
"Deprivation!"
Chen Xin felt his body grow lighter. His Soul Power instantly dropped by ten percent, and he watched his Sixth Soul Ring fly away, finally settling behind Lin Xing.
Chen Xin: !!!
"Don't be surprised, Teacher. This is the domain's deprivation effect. It can randomly strip you of one Soul Ring and ten percent of your Soul Power for me to use temporarily."
This was the limit of what Lin Xing could currently accomplish. After all, he had not truly initiated the Oratrice Mecanique d'Analyse Cardinale's judgment. Though he was somewhat unrestrained, he still had his limits.
A true judgment from the Oratrice Mecanique d'Analyse Cardinale should be reserved for real enemies, not Chen Xin standing before him.
Borrowing just a little was still fine, though. After all, with Chen Xin's level-ninety-six Soul Power, one all-out sword strike could instantly kill him if he did not use the Oratrice Mecanique d'Analyse Cardinale.
He would not even need to go all out. Fifty percent-no, even fifty percent was too much. With Chen Xin's killing power, if he truly attacked him with killing intent and hostility, Lin Xing would not even qualify to have him ask to pass by.
Chen Xin silently assessed his current condition. His Soul Power Level was still ninety-six, and he could still sense his Sixth Soul Ring, but he seemed unable to use it now.
"Since you already told me to use whatever dirty... ahem, whatever moves I have, Teacher, I won't hold back!"
Lin Xing pressed his sword fingers downward again, and countless flying water swords carrying wisps of blue Intent poured down toward Chen Xin.
With a full ten percent of Chen Xin's Soul Power supporting him, Lin Xing squandered it wildly. Even if he really ran dry, he still had the Oratrice Mecanique d'Analyse Cardinale.
"Long Sword Unsheathed!"
Seven Kill appeared in his hand. Soul Power carrying Sword Intent swirled around the Seven Kill Sword. Chen Xin was fast; even weakened, he was still a Titled Douluo.
Chen Xin knocked down the swords falling from above one after another. Even under such a dense rain of swords, he remained completely at ease.
"Chen Xin is still Chen Xin, after all. A Titled Douluo truly lives up to the title."
Standing high above, Lin Xing could not help sighing in admiration.
He had attached a layer of Intent to every single sword, yet Chen Xin had likewise coated Seven Kill with Sword Intent and was weathering the rain of swords with effortless ease, entirely unharmed.
"Is that all?"
"I've only just started getting serious."
For once, Chen Xin talked some trash.
Then Lin Xing certainly had to oblige him!
"Judgment and Ruling!"
The swords stopped attacking Chen Xin and rapidly gathered above his head into a Pro Max version of the Seven Kill Sword.
"Teacher, catch this."
Lin Xing poured all his Intent into it in one go. He certainly could not compete in Soul Power, so he intended to gain the upper hand in Intent.
As the saying went, a hundred generations without me would lack such a peerless genius; ten thousand years would scarcely produce another greater master.
He fell far short in Soul Power alone, but when it came to Intent, even if Chen Xin had comprehended Sword Intent years earlier, Lin Xing was confident enough to clash with him.
"Well done, brat."
Feeling the sharpness radiating from the sword overhead.
Chen Xin felt he needed to show some real ability.
Otherwise, this sword really might injure him.
If he truly let Lin Xing leave a substantial gash on him, he would no longer have the face to confront this disciple.
"Fall!"
Lin Xing pressed his sword fingers downward. The enormous sword locked onto Chen Xin and descended, its terrifying pressure rushing straight at him.
"Seven Kill Avatar!"
The Seven Kill Sword rose, and supremely sharp Sword Intent shot into the sky. Chen Xin's presence changed, as though he had truly become one with the Seven Kill Sword.
An enormous sword rose behind him, equally terrifying Sword Intent pouring into it as it met Lin Xing's Judgment and Ruling head-on without flinching.
"You're actually using your Martial Soul Avatar while sparring with your disciple!"
Lin Xing's eyelid twitched. That shameless Chen Xin was actually using his Martial Soul Avatar against his own disciple.
Lin Xing had not the slightest self-awareness. The only reason Chen Xin had done this was because of him.
But the Splendor of Tranquil Waters was not in his hands now. Unless he recalled Fufu right away, he had no way to use it.
If he had the Splendor of Tranquil Waters in hand, borrowing the power of this five-star divine weapon might truly allow him to contend with Chen Xin's Seven Kill Avatar, infused with terrifying Sword Intent. Without it, however, Lin Xing still fell one step short.
To be honest, Chen Xin had not put much Soul Power into this strike, using only around 0.8 percent of his total. But Soul Power was merely supplementary; the sword was genuinely filled to the brim with Sword Intent.
Lin Xing even felt that if another thirty percent of Soul Power were poured into this strike, it could cleave Dugu Bo to death in a single blow.