90: Chapter 90 Playing with Swords? In my background music, your sword has to obey me.

As the energy core of the Heaven-Reaching Tower was "slightly" borrowed by Lin Yuan, the entire tower fell into absolute silence.

On the plaza, thirty top geniuses from all over the Federation were currently scrambling up from the ground, looking disheveled and covered in dust.

At the very front of the crowd, Lin Yuan, with his hands in his pockets, was preparing to head to the cafeteria to see if that "undercooked" steak was still edible.

"Stop right there!"

A cold shout, like a sharp sword being unsheathed, rang out.

Lin Yuan stopped, picked his ear with some impatience, and turned around.

He saw the long-haired youth carrying an ancient sword on his back—Ancient Sword Soul—staring at him intensely.

Although Ancient Sword Soul's white clothes were stained with some dust, they could not hide the heaven-piercing sword intent radiating from him.

As the Young Master of the "Divine Sword Villa" in the ancient martial arts world, he had grown up listening to the ringing of swords.

In his view, the failure in the Heaven-Reaching Tower just now was merely because Lin Yuan's spiritual power was somewhat strange, or he had used some kind of cheat to interfere with the tower's formation.

"Something up?" Lin Yuan glanced at him.

"I don't accept this."

Ancient Sword Soul took a step forward, sword light flickering in his long, narrow phoenix eyes:

"I am a sword cultivator, and I want to duel you with the sword."

"Whoever loses must spit out all the points they just obtained in the Heaven-Reaching Tower!"

Hearing this, the surrounding crowd, who had been bewildered, instantly perked up.

Instructor Zhao Tieshan did not stop them either; the Hidden Dragon Camp encouraged competition, and as long as no one died, being beaten to a pulp didn't matter (there were medical pods, after all).

He also wanted to see just how many hidden cards this kid, who had crashed the server, still had up his sleeve.

Facing this aggressive challenge, Lin Yuan looked at Ancient Sword Soul and suddenly smiled.

In that smile, there was thirty percent surprise, and seventy percent... the look one gives to someone mentally challenged.

"A sword duel?"

Lin Yuan shook his head and sighed: "Fine, since you want to give away points, I'll reluctantly accept them as meal money."

"Make your move, I'm in a hurry."

"Arrogant!!"

Ancient Sword Soul was furious. As a sword cultivator, the thing he could least tolerate was someone looking down on the sword in his hand!

"Today, I will let you witness what true ancient martial sword dao is!"

Clang—!!!

A sword chime like a dragon's roar resounded throughout the entire venue.

The ancient sword on Ancient Sword Soul's back unsheathed with a boom. It was a Grade 4 divine weapon with a cold, piercing glint, engraved with seven star patterns on the blade.

"Taibai Sword Technique, First Form!"

"Meteor!!"

Ancient Sword Soul himself seemed to transform into a meteor streaking across the night sky; the sword light flashed, reaching the ultimate speed!

It was a strike that broke the sound barrier!

The air was instantly sliced open by the sharp blade, and the brilliant sword radiance was so piercing that it made the eyes of the surrounding onlookers ache as it struck directly at Lin Yuan's brow!

Fast! Precise! Ruthless!

"So fast!!" Dragon Battle's pupils constricted, "If it were this strike, I couldn't block it!"

Everyone felt that Lin Yuan had to dodge, or draw that black moon blade on his back to parry.

However, Lin Yuan stood where he was, not even blinking an eyelid.

The "black moon" blade on his back remained quietly in its scabbard.

Facing that lethal strike capable of piercing metal and stone, Lin Yuan slowly raised his right hand and extended two slender, fair fingers.

Clang—!!!

Time seemed to freeze. That Grade 4 ancient sword, which was only 0.01 centimeters from Lin Yuan's brow, was now... firmly pinched by those two fingers at the tip!

Even though the sword qi erupting from the blade shattered the ground beneath Lin Yuan's feet, his two fingers didn't move an inch, not even breaking the skin!

"Wh, what?!"

Ancient Sword Soul maintained his thrusting posture, frozen in place. His originally arrogant face was now filled with disbelief and terror.

Bare-handed... catching a blade?

And with just two fingers?!

How is this possible?!

This was a full-power strike augmented by Taibai sword intent!

Even a Grade 5 grandmaster wouldn't dare to catch it like this!

"Is this the sword dao you are so proud of?"

Lin Yuan pinched the sword tip, tilted his head slightly, and his tone revealed disappointment:

"Flashy and unsubstantial."

"The speed is too slow, the power too scattered, and the sword intent too weak."

"Are you trying to kill... or just performing a sword dance for entertainment?"

"You... let go!"

Humiliated like this, Ancient Sword Soul was ashamed and furious to the point of wanting to die. He roared, and the true energy within his body erupted wildly.

Hum, hum, hum!

The ancient sword trembled violently, sword qi crisscrossing.

But no matter how hard he tried, face turning the color of pig liver, the sword was like it had taken root, stuck firmly between Lin Yuan's two fingers!

"Want your sword back?"

Lin Yuan looked at the struggling Ancient Sword Soul, the playful look in his eyes gradually fading, as if he were a true grandmaster of the sword, looking down on a child who had just learned to hold a wooden stick.

"Fine, then I'll let you witness something."

Lin Yuan loosened his fingers.

Before Ancient Sword Soul could even be happy, Lin Yuan's next words made him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

"What... true sword control is."

【Spiritual Telekinesis · Myriad Sword Art (Beginner -> Mastered)!】

Boom!!!

A terrifying spiritual storm that seemed capable of slicing open heaven and earth erupted from Lin Yuan's body without warning!

If Ancient Sword Soul's sword intent was a small stream, then what Lin Yuan released at this moment was a vast ocean!

A sudden change occurred!

On the weapon racks surrounding the plaza, the hundreds of standard longswords used for student training suddenly began to tremble violently, as if summoned by some kind of monarch!

Immediately after, countless sharp swords unsheathed themselves, turning into torrents of steel that soared into the sky!

Not only the training swords, but even the saber at Zhao Tieshan's waist, the short blade hidden in Ji Hongyi's sleeve, and even the Grade 4 ancient sword in Ancient Sword Soul's hand, which was now wailing...

All flew out of their hands at this moment!

"My sword!"

"What's going on?! My blade is out of control!"

Under the horrified gazes of the crowd, hundreds of various weapons gathered in the sky to form a massive steel dragon of swords!

They circled above Lin Yuan's head, emitting a deafening sword chime, with every sword tip pointing directly at the tiny Ancient Sword Soul below.

Ten thousand swords bow in submission!

At this moment, Lin Yuan stood beneath the rain of swords, his clothes fluttering, like an emperor of the sword.

"In my BGM."

"Your sword must listen to me."

"Kneel."

Boom!

As these two words were uttered.

The hundreds of sharp swords in the sky simultaneously pressed down an inch!

A terrifying sword pressure capable of crushing mountains slammed down onto Ancient Sword Soul like the sky collapsing and the earth sinking.

"Ahhhh!"

Ancient Sword Soul wanted to resist, but in the face of that sword dao suppression originating from the depths of the soul, his persistence was like a joke.

Crack!

Thump!

This proud Young Master of the Divine Sword Villa felt his knees go weak and knelt before Lin Yuan!

Even though he tried his best to lift his head, the overwhelming sword intent was like invisible hands, pressing down firmly on his head, forcing him to maintain this humiliating posture.

"Do you submit?"

Lin Yuan's voice came from above, devoid of any worldly trace.

"..."

Ancient Sword Soul gritted his teeth so hard that his lips were bitten open.

But as he looked at his own sword, the pride in his eyes finally shattered completely.

Even his own sword had betrayed him...

What else did he have to compete with?

"I submit, I submit..."

Clatter—!

Hearing this, Lin Yuan moved his mind, and the rain of swords instantly dispersed.

Hundreds of weapons fell like raindrops, precisely slotting back into their original weapon racks and scabbards.

This miraculous display completely stunned everyone present.

The poisonous snake in Ji Hongyi's hand was so scared it burrowed back into her sleeve.

Dragon Battle touched his neck, feeling fortunate that he had only been thrown away earlier, rather than being pierced by this "Myriad Sword Heart-Piercing" technique.

Lin Yuan clapped his hands, as if he had done something trivial.

He walked up to the kneeling Ancient Sword Soul, picked up the ancient sword that had fallen to the ground, and casually slotted it back into the scabbard on Ancient Sword Soul's back.

"You can't even hold your sword steady."

Lin Yuan turned and walked away, leaving behind only one sentence that was truly soul-crushing:

"Go back and practice more."

"As you are now, you don't even have the qualifications to make me draw my blade."

Watching that receding figure, the plaza fell into dead silence.

Everyone understood one thing:

This newcomer named Lin Yuan...

Was not only invincible in physical body and monstrous in spiritual power.

But even in his attainments in sword dao, he was enough to be their grandmaster!

Is he even human?!