66: Overcoming skill with clumsiness, a single palm strike decides the outcome.

The horror in Han Meng’s heart reached its peak in that instant!

He couldn't understand why his strongest sword strike, which he was so confident in and had condensed all his cultivation into, would… miss its target?!

That kid had only taken one step to the left!

But it was this single step that made all his sword momentum and all his killing intent feel like they had struck empty air, an indescribable discomfort!

What terrified him even more was that the opponent’s figure had appeared in his embrace like a ghost!

That was the blind spot of his sword move! It was his absolute opening, where his old strength was exhausted and new strength had yet to emerge!

“Not good!”

Alarm bells rang loudly in Han Meng's heart, and his soul nearly fled his body! Without thinking, he tried to forcibly retract his sword to defend!

However, everything was too late.

And in the same instant that Lin Ye cut into his blind spot, the System prompt, like a heavenly melody, rang out in his mind again!

“Ding! Wind Chasing Sword Technique’s proficiency has soared during an extreme Epiphany! Current Realm has reached — Minor Achievement!”

Buzz!

If the “ 入門” Realm had only allowed Lin Ye to discern the trajectory of the wind.

Then at this moment, the “Minor Achievement” Realm allowed him, to a certain extent, to become… a part of the wind!

An unprecedented sense of absolute control over speed and timing instantly swept through his entire body!

For the first time, Lin Ye’s calm eyes, which had been like an ancient well, revealed a hint of cold indifference, like a deity looking down on an ant.

Immediately, he made a move that everyone present would never forget in their lives, a move that overturned their understanding of cultivation!

He released his hand.

The wooden sword that had accompanied him in “acting” for an entire incense stick’s worth of time, fell with a “clatter” onto the cold bluestone ground.

Abandoning his sword!

He actually… abandoned his sword?!

When facing a fatal opening from a master swordsman, he actually, voluntarily gave up his weapon?!

“Is he crazy?!”

Below the stage, everyone’s minds completely crashed!

However, in the same instant the crisp sound of the wooden sword hitting the ground rang out, Lin Ye’s empty right hand rose in a completely different posture than before, filled with endless killing intent!

“Buzz —”

A scorching, fierce aura suddenly erupted from his slender body!

Under everyone’s gaze, the color of his right hand instantly deepened, turning into a unique hue somewhere between bronze and dark red!

Iron Sand Palm!

But this was not the end!

Upon that bronze-colored palm, an extremely subtle, faintly visible, deep red flame, like a fleeting stream of light, suddenly flashed and disappeared!

That flame was so weak, yet so… terrifying!

The moment it appeared, the surrounding air seemed to instantly ignite, and the temperature sharply rose! Even the cold bluestone ground emitted a faint “sizzling” sound, unable to bear the heat!

Heaven Burning Heart Sutra — Heaven Burning True Fire!

This was Lin Ye’s true killing move!

It was his first time perfectly fusing his most basic external Martial Skill with that supreme Mind-Cultivation Technique of Earth Rank!

“This palm strike…”

Lin Ye silently declared in his heart.

“Is to settle the grievances between you and me.”

His right hand, enveloped in an aura of endless destruction, was devoid of any fancy moves, seemingly slow but in reality faster than lightning, as it gently pressed onto the blade of Han Meng’s long sword, which was held across his chest in shock!

There was no earth-shattering roar.

Only an extremely strange, muffled “hiss” sound, like a red-hot branding iron suddenly pressed into ten-thousand-year-old profound ice!

The moment the palm and sword blade made contact —

The horror on Han Meng’s face instantly froze!

He only felt an indescribably terrifying, extremely scorching power, surging back furiously along the cold sword blade!

“Clang —!!!”

The long sword, forged from a hundred refinements of fine steel, instantly turned crimson red and let out a mournful wail!

Immediately after —

“Crack!”

Under everyone’s ghost-like gazes, the incomparably sharp long sword actually shattered into pieces from the middle!

And that scorching power, without the slightest pause, followed the broken hilt and slammed heavily onto Han Meng’s sword-wielding right hand!

“Ah —!!!”

A shrill scream finally erupted from Han Meng’s throat, twisted in agony, completely tearing through the deadly silence on the sword arena!

His sword-wielding right hand, along with a portion of his forearm, instantly turned charred black! His sleeve, with a “boom,” turned into flying ash! A smell of burnt flesh instantly permeated the air!

His entire body, moreover, was like being directly struck by an invisible primordial beast; his burly frame turned into a kite with a broken string, violently flying backward!

“Pfft —!”

While still in mid-air, Han Meng could no longer suppress the injuries within his body and violently spat out a large mouthful of scarlet blood mixed with a scorching aura!

Finally, accompanied by a loud “bang,” his tall body heavily crashed down onto the sword arena more than ten meters away, kicking up a cloud of dust, twitched a few times, and then completely fainted!

That arm, scorched by the True Fire, was still “sizzling” and emitting black smoke, a truly gruesome sight!

The entire place was deadly silent!

One could hear a pin drop!

Everyone stood frozen as if under a petrification Spell, staring intently at the figure slowly retracting his palm in the center of the sword arena.

Lin Ye stood quietly.

A wisp of faint smoke drifted from his right hand, which had returned to its normal color.

He used the most “clumsy” palm technique to defeat the most “exquisite” sword move.

In front of everyone, he, with a single palm strike, like swatting a fly, settled the fate of an arrogant inner disciple Genius!