<h4>Chapter 433: Chapter 429: A Fierce Battle with Shi Yong (1)</h4><h4></h4>


    Before long, Xiao Wan and Luo Yu both returned to the arena and bowed with sped fists to each other in greeting.


    Ling Chen’s curiosity was piqued as he observed the weapons in their hands. For those dedicated to Martial Arts,mon weapons are swords and sabers, but both Xiao Wan and Luo Yu wielded rather unusual ones.


    Luo Yu was using a folding fan, which appeared to be made of alloy from a single nce. His weapon, rtively speaking, was still normal. On the contrary, it was Xiao Wan; she held two cone-shaped short des in her hands, each about half a foot long, resembling two intricately crafted daggers.


    Short des weremon weapons, but cone-shaped ones were extremely rare. With only the tip possessing the lethality, this design undoubtedly lessened their power.


    As he contemted, Luo Yu let out a sharp cry and took the initiative to attack.


    With his body rushing forward, Xiao Wan, without a word, instantly raised the cone-shaped short de in her right hand above her head. Just as the audience was puzzled by her action, the cone-shaped short de startlingly split in two. The sharp tip was violently shot out, connected to the end by a fine steel wire, and it pierced into the top of the venue.


    Immediately after, the steel wire started to rapidly retract, lifting Xiao Wan into the air and avoiding Luo Yu’s line of attack.


    Clicking his tongue!


    Witnessing this scene, Ling Chen couldn’t help but be impressed, not having expected the two short cone-shaped des to have such an effect. Clearly, these were specially modified weapons.


    At this point, Xiao Wan was suspended in mid-air, over two meters above Luo Yu’s head, which was out of his reach even if he were to jump. While Luo Yu pondered his next move, Xiao Wan flicked her wrist, and the short de gripped in her left hand was also shot out, heading straight towards Luo Yu’s head.


    Seeing this, Luo Yu did not hesitate and immediately stepped back. However, surprisingly, after her initial miss, Xiao Wan did not retract the shot de. Instead, she used the steel wire connected to the de to gently shake it, controlling the de fluidly as if by an extension of her arm. She maneuvered it around Luo Yu, constantly changing positions, waiting for an opportunity to strike.


    In no time, Luo Yu was put entirely on the defensive, forced to drop all other thoughts and focus on fending off the attacks from the short de.


    "This youngdy has some good ideas." Xia Yue said with a smile, her tone filled with a hint of appreciation.


    Yuan Yun nodded and added, "Looking at her technique, she must have dedicated over a decade to reach this level today. It’s quite remarkable."


    As they conversed, a sudden change urred on the tform. Luo Yu, probably fed up with being entangled, took a quick step back. Simultaneously, he snapped open his folding fan with a swish, twisted at the waist, and made a throwing gesture.


    Instantly, the folding fan whirred through the air like a boomerang, rapidly spinning towards the steel wire in Xiao Wan’s hand.


    Sparks flew, and Luo Yu’s face lit up with joy, but his pleasure quickly froze. Although the folding fan had hit the steel wire squarely, it had failed to cut it.


    Not only that, Xiao Wan seized the opportunity. With a gentle tug of her left hand, she entwined the folding fan with the steel wire and, with a flick, threw the fan out of the arena.


    Losing a weapon meant half a defeat. Watching Xiao Wan who remained aloft, Luo Yu could not help but let out a bitter smile. In this situation, despite his capabilities, he was helpless; Xiao Wan countered him at every turn.


    Having no other choice, Luo Yu bowed his fists to Elder Zhou beneath the tform and said, "Elder Zhou, I admit defeat."


    Hearing his voluntary concession, the audience couldn’t help but feel a bit sorry. Although many believed Xiao Wan’s victory was somewhat dishonorable, a win was a win, a loss was a loss, and there was no cause forint.


    Unlike others, Ling Chen and a few other new talents showed a contemtive look. If they were to face Xiao Wanter, how would they break through her Sky Flying Technique?


    "The first battle, Xiao Wan wins!" Zhou Qi announced loudly: "Now for the second battle, Ling Chen against Shi Yong. Please both get ready, the match will start in three minutes."


    "Ling Cheng,e on!" Qiu Yong patted Ling Chen on the shoulder, encouraging him.


    Ling Chen smiled and with the Tianling de in hand, stepped onto the tform.


    At this moment, Shi Yong also walked up to the other side of the tform. Seeing Shi Yong’s equipment, despite being mentally prepared, Ling Chen was still taken aback.


    Shi Yong held a broad and thick Horse-ying Saber in one hand, and in the other, he carried a solid round shield, while his upper body was d in armor. His attire was reminiscent of an ancient battlefield soldier, missing only a splendid steed.


    Earlier in the spectators’ stand, Ye Liangyong had mentioned Shi Yong’s background to Ling Chen. Shi Yong came from a Martial Arts family, his ancestors once held the title of Golden Saber Marshal,manding thousands of troops and horses. In the history of the Shi Family, there had been a total of two Marshals and seven Generals. As a result, the Shi Family’s Martial Arts were evolved from the ancient battlefield, characterized by their fierce and aggressive nature, epassing both offense and defense.


    "Shi Yong, please enlighten me."


    "Please!"


    Ling Chen sped his hands in salutation, then moved back to the edge of the tform, holding the Tianling de, waiting for Shi Yong’s move.


    "The match... begins!"


    As Zhou Qi’s voice fell, Shi Yong’s eyes instantly burst with an intimidating brilliance, and he roared like a wild beast, exuding an overwhelming presence.


    "Kill!"


    Shi Yong held the shield high with his left hand, protecting his vital parts, and strode forward with the Horse-ying Saber raised above his head, charging at Ling Chen with an unstoppable momentum, the saber’s sharp edge aiming to viciously strike down towards his head.


    Seeing the saber’s winding at him, Ling Chen quickly raised the Tianling de, forcefully blocking the attack from the Horse-ying Saber.


    ng!


    Amid a sharp sound, Ling Chen felt a tingling numbness in his hand, apanied by a sore swelling sensation in his arm. A simple sh felt like it carried the weight of thousands. Having suffered a setback, Ling Chen quickly moved, dodging beneath Shi Yong’s Horse-ying Saber, and swiftly circted to his back.


    However, before Ling Chen couldunch a counter-attack, a gust of wind suddenly hit him from the side. At this moment, even though Shi Yong was still with his back turned to Ling Chen, his body hadn’t moved, but the shield in his left hand, in coordination with the twist of his waist, struck fiercely at him.


    Left with no choice, Ling Chen had to abandon the idea of attacking and continued to withdraw backwards.


    Two consecutive moves, and Ling Chen had not gained the slightest advantage, instead falling into a significant disadvantage in terms of strength.


    "Come again!"


    Shi Yong adjusted his stance, holding the shield level and the Horse-ying Saber in hand, readying himself again for the charge.


    Ling Chen frowned, shifting his feet lightly, his gaze sizing up Shi Yong, in hopes of finding an opening. However, with the defense of the shield, Shi Yong’s defense was irond, leaving no opportunity for a strike.


    "Ling Cheng is in trouble," said Qiu Yong from the seats.


    Zhang Zhongfeng nodded and said, "Shi Yong’s defense is very solid, leaving virtually no gaps, and with his advantage in strength, it seems rather precarious for Ling Cheng to win."