NABC Chapter 54 Liang Chen
Chapter 54 Liang Chen
"Liang Chen!"
The master of Mingjian Manor narrowed his eyes, his body surrounded by sword energy, and his fierce aura pressed down on the abrupt visitor.
"The Sword Appraisal Tournament is held every ten years. If you attempt to interfere, don't blame me for bullying the weak!"
Upon hearing this, Liang Chen stepped forward and entered the center of the sword platform.
"Since Liang Chen brought a visiting card, he has naturally come to attend this grand event."
His gaze swept over all the participants, "But coming one by one is too slow!"
Liang Chen pointed at the crowd, his voice arrogant.
"All of you, come at me together!"
This is going to be interesting.
Sheng Wansong looked at the young people present. Some were expressionless, some had murderous intent in their eyes, and some were filled with uncontrollable rage.
He wouldn't mind if everyone joined in.
"Stop your arrogance!"
Among the Wudang sect, the only disciple that Sheng Wansong did not recognize jumped onto the field.
Liang Chen looked at the man and asked, "Who are you?"
"Wudang Sect, Yuan Qi."
"Yuan?"
Liang Chen couldn't help but scoff, "You're not even a true disciple, what right do you have to speak here!"
The swordsman lifted his left foot and stomped on the ground, causing an invisible undercurrent to surge, which made the blue bricks flip up one after another.
The earth wave was extremely fast. When it reached Yuan Qi's feet, he was thrown into the air and fell backward before he could react.
After it was all done, the blue bricks were returned to their original positions, with only the dust rising from the cracks in the bricks proving everything.
"Senior Brother Yuanqi!"
Yuwen Lie exclaimed in surprise and immediately used the Wudang Ladder Cloud Leap Lightness Skill to jump into the air and catch Yuan Qi.
After landing, he staggered back several steps before dissipating the force, exclaiming in astonishment, "Such formidable internal energy!!"
As everyone looked on in surprise, Liang Chen spoke up again: "I told you before, all of you come at me at once."
Everyone present was a disciple of a prestigious family; who didn't care about their reputation?
If you lose in a one-on-one fight, you lose. But if it's a group fight, even if you win, it won't be honorable if word gets out.
Liang Chen was well aware that this time, he did it on purpose to suppress the momentum of the other contestants.
If one's morale falters, one's strength will decline.
"I won't give you a chance to make excuses for your failures!"
The speaker was Leng Ying, a masked woman from the Divine Eagle Sect.
Cold Eagle may appear aloof and indifferent, but he acts with extreme ruthlessness.
Upon reaching the shore, she was the first to step forward and test her lightness skills. Now, she, a woman, is once again the first to stand up and face Liang Chen's provocation.
"State your name."
Liang Chen is arrogant, but quite reasonable. He always makes sure his opponents reveal their names before he attacks.
"The Divine Eagle Sect, Cold Eagle of the Thirteen Eagles!"
The Divine Eagle Sect is an assassin sect. Besides their unparalleled lightness skills, they are most skilled in palm techniques and hidden weapons.
After Leng Ying finished announcing his name, he immediately used his lightness skill to hover around Liang Chen.
Knowing that his opponent was powerful, Leng Ying dared not get close and decided to use a kite-flying tactic to gain an opportunity for victory.
Her Divine Eagle Body Technique meant that she only needed to touch the ground with her toes once in a long while.
Even though he had already come up behind Liang Chen, the other party was still not moving and looking at him with the back of his head.
No one in the world has eyes in the back of their head!
This is an opportunity!
It could also be a trap.
Cold Eagle's hand reached for a steel feather.
Unseen by her, Liang Chen gripped the knife hilt tightly, closed her eyes, and listened to the wind.
Cold Eagle hesitated for a moment before not throwing out the steel feather.
When Leng Ying reached the front, Liang Chen immediately relaxed his hands and opened his eyes.
It was as if they were not on guard.
Pretending doesn't mean being careless.
In this world, it's not easy to achieve a crushing difference in martial arts.
Although Liang Chen was confident that he was far superior to Leng Ying, there was still a possibility that he could make a mistake if he wasn't careful.
Second lap.
Third lap.
. . .
Leng Ying moved erratically, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes near, sometimes far, and occasionally even stopped behind Liang Chen to wait for an opportunity. The two seemed to be playing house, going around in circles, with neither of them making a move.
The first to make a move was Liang Chen.
As Leng Ying once again moved forward, the moment their eyes met, a blood-red blade aura rushed towards them.
"Blood Eagle Beak!"
The steel feathers were flung out, transforming into a blood eagle.
Seeing that Liang Chen's sword strike was not yet finished, Leng Ying's speed suddenly increased dramatically.
Faster than the Blood Eagle, faster than the Blade Qi.
She hadn't gone all out, waiting for this opportunity.
Leng Ying quickly approached Liang Chen, his hand forming a claw, and used the Eagle Claw Technique, a unique skill of the Divine Eagle Sect, to grab Liang Chen's neck.
However, Liang Chen suddenly changed his breathing rhythm, his downward slashing motion stopped abruptly, and then he raised his long sword upward.
"A single slash against the wind!"
With the long blade at his side, Leng Ying was too close to dodge.
At the critical moment, the Divine Eagle Sect Master transformed into a phantom and arrived in an instant.
He blocked Leng Ying's path with one hand and grasped the blade of the blood-stained knife in Liang Chen's hand.
The blade energy pierced through the air, breaking through his protective aura and leaving a bloody gash on his palm.
Fresh blood then flowed down.
"In this round, the Divine Eagle Sect has lost."
The Divine Eagle Sect Master put down the Blood Blade and left with Cold Eagle.
Meanwhile, the Six Doors God below revealed the martial arts technique used by Liang Chen.
"Zanshin, Japanese swordsmanship."
"I haven't been working in isolation for the past ten years."
Liang Chen did not deny it, but looked intently at Mo Xuan, "Instead, he wandered around, learning from all sorts of people."
"This is the only way for an ordinary person to surpass a genius."
Mo Xuan sighed, "Why are you so fixated on a single victory or defeat?"
"Moreover, the abilities you've demonstrated hardly qualify you as mediocre."
Liang Chen sneered, "My obsession with knives, and the sweat I've shed for it, is more than ten times that of yours, yet I've been defeated by you. How can you say I'm not mediocre?"
Sheng Wansong yawned. "Is this ever going to end? If we don't start soon, the next big boss will have to come up in person."
"Huikong of Shaolin Temple is willing to test his skills with you, benefactor."
This Huikong, aside from anything else, has developed an astonishing level of external martial arts skills.
Liang Chen unleashed three consecutive slashes of his Wind-Facing Slash, all of which were blocked by the Golden Bell Shield.
"That little bald monk has such a thick tortoise shell!"
Huikong secretly groaned. He had spent the whole night squatting and copying the Lankavatara Sutra from memory when Liang Chen slashed him down with a powerful and heavy sword strike.
Putting everything else aside, my legs are numb!
"Let's see if you can withstand this blow!"
Liang Chen shouted, raising his knife high.
Killing intent, internal strength, and sword intent were all poured into the sword.
The blood-red blade reflected the sunlight, casting a crimson glow, as if everyone were currently immersed in a sea of blood.
In the sea of blood, Monk Huikong silently recited the mantra, his internal energy reaching its peak.
The swirling energy deflected the blood-red light, as if a giant bell had truly appeared outside the body, protecting against the invasion of external evils.
"Blood Sea Demon Blade!"
The blade flashed, and the sea of blood parted.
Wherever the blade's energy passed, all the blue bricks on the ground shattered.
All the disciples present held their breath, waiting for the clash between the sword and the bell.
Buzzing~~~
The bells tolled incessantly, like those at a temple on New Year's Eve, with someone constantly ringing the bells.
The monk Huikong's feet took root, yet he and the golden bell were constantly being pushed backward.
at last.
bass! ! !
The golden bell breaks.
The young monk vomited crimson blood and collapsed to the ground.
A bloodstain appeared on the gray monk's robe, running from top to bottom, and the flowing blood stained the robe red.
"Huineng, take Huikong down to heal and recuperate."
After losing two opponents in a row, Liang Chen closed his eyes and waited for his third opponent.
"Next."