191: Chapter 191 Dual-Sword Style, Wang Lin

Forty-seven types of blade techniques cycled through his hands, each as proficient as if he had practiced it for ten years.

His blade Speed grew faster and faster, reaching a level where the naked eye could barely keep up.

The blade light flickered under the streetlights like pale blue lightning, dancing around Shen Junlin's sword.

Shen Junlin's breathing became rapid, beads of sweat seeped from his forehead, and the hand holding his sword trembled slightly.

Wang Lin's blade was too fast, so fast that his sword intent could not lock onto it.

The two fought for over a dozen rounds, with neither gaining the upper hand.

Wang Lin retreated a few steps, putting some distance between them, his breathing steady and his expression as calm as ever.

Shen Junlin looked at him, his gaze changing: "Your blade technique is truly strong."

"But LV4 is still LV4. No matter how strong the blade technique is, it cannot make up for the gap in levels."

"From now on, I won't hold back anymore."

Wang Lin looked at him, the corners of his mouth curling up slightly: "What a coincidence, neither have I."

Wang Lin stabbed his laser blade into the ground and lightly brushed his finger across his space ring.

Another blade appeared in his hand; this was an ordinary blade.

One he had grabbed at random from the weapon rack at the Ancient Martial Arts Training Hall.

Wang Lin gripped both blades, the laser blade in his right hand and the ordinary blade in his left.

Wang Lin's stance had changed; before it was a single blade, now it was dual blades.

His eyes had also changed; before it was probing, now it was serious.

"Let me tell you a secret: I actually use the dual-blade style."

Shen Junlin narrowed his eyes. Dual-blade style?

The dual-blade style is not a fixed sword technique, but a way of fighting.

It has no fixed moves, no fixed routines, and no fixed patterns.

It only has two principles: the left hand defends while the right hand attacks, or the left hand feints while the right hand delivers a fatal blow.

Simple, but effective.

Shen Junlin gripped frost white, the tip of his sword pointing at Wang Lin: "Dual-blade style? Do you think you can win just by holding another blade?"

Wang Lin ignored him and charged forward.

Both blades swung out simultaneously.

The blade in his left hand slashed toward Shen Junlin's ribs from the side, while the laser blade in his right hand hacked toward his shoulder from the front.

Two directions, two rhythms, two blade techniques.

The left hand used the Liuyun Blade Art, elegant and agile, with an unpredictable trajectory.

The right hand used the Army-Breaker Blade Technique, fierce and domineering, forging straight ahead.

Shen Junlin's sword blocked the laser blade in his right hand, making a loud "Clang—" sound.

But his sword could only block one blade.

The blade in his left hand had already reached his ribs, forcing him to retreat.

Shen Junlin retreated two steps, steadied himself, and his expression changed.

His Blade God intuition could see through all the trajectories of one blade, but with two blades attacking simultaneously, he could only see through one.

When he saw through the right hand, the left hand had already arrived; when he saw through the left hand, the right hand had already descended.

Wang Lin did not give him a chance to breathe.

The dual blades cycled, one strike after another, one technique after another.

The blade technique in his left hand changed, and the blade technique in his right hand changed as well.

Liuyun Blade Art, Army-Breaker Blade Technique, Wind-Slicing Thirteen Styles... forty-seven types of blade techniques cycled between the two blades,

sometimes the left hand was fierce while the right was elegant, other times the left hand feinted while the right delivered a fatal blow.

The two blades were like two people attacking simultaneously, one launching a fierce frontal assault, the other sneaking an attack from the side.

Shen Junlin's sword was blocking, but his defense was becoming increasingly chaotic.

His sword intent was being torn apart by the two blades, unable to concentrate.

His Mental Energy was rapidly depleting, and his sword intent was dissipating.

Shen Junlin gritted his teeth and increased his sword Speed.

frost white left behind trails of afterimages in the air; he focused only on the laser blade in the right hand, because he judged that the blade in the right hand was the main attack.

But this time his judgment was wrong again; the blade in the left hand was not a feint.

Wang Lin's left hand flickered, and the blade technique changed, shifting from the elegant Liuyun Blade Art to the fierce Army-Breaker Blade Technique.

A flash of blade light, and the blade in his left hand hacked toward Shen Junlin's shoulder from the side.

Shen Junlin's sword was blocking the laser blade in the right hand and couldn't return in time to defend.

His body instinctively leaned back, the blade in the left hand grazed his shoulder, cutting a hole in his school uniform and leaving a shallow bloodstain on his skin.

Shen Junlin retreated several steps, looking down at the bloodstain on his shoulder, his expression very ugly.

He, Shen Junlin, a LV5 Blade God, had been wounded by a LV4 Blade God.

Wang Lin struck with both blades, the blade in his left hand slashed upward toward Shen Junlin's chin, while the laser blade in his right hand slashed horizontally from the side toward his neck.

Two blades, two directions, a fatal intersection.

Shen Junlin's sword blocked the blade in the left hand, but his body was forced to the right.

The laser blade in the right hand had already reached his neck; he had no time to parry and could only continue to retreat.

Wang Lin pressed forward.

The dual blades cycled in his hands, one strike after another, the Speed becoming faster and faster, the blade technique becoming increasingly fluid.

The blade in the left hand drew an arc, sealing off Shen Junlin's retreat.

The laser blade in the right hand thrust out from the center of the arc, straight toward Shen Junlin's chest.

Shen Junlin's sword met it.

"Clang—" a loud sound.

But he did not notice that the blade in Wang Lin's left hand had already probed from below, the tip piercing into Shen Junlin's abdomen.

It wasn't deep, having gone in less than a centimeter, just enough to pierce the skin, but it let Shen Junlin know that this blade could take his life at any moment.

Shen Junlin lowered his head, looking at the blade tip pierced into his abdomen, then raised his head to look at Wang Lin.

Shen Junlin's hands were trembling.

Not because of the pain, but because of anger and humiliation.

He, Shen Junlin, the eldest son of the main branch of the Shen Family, a LV5 Blade God, a genius who had never lost in the academy's practical combat classes, had been stabbed in the stomach by a freshman.

If this got out, what face would he have left to stay at the academy?

Wang Lin withdrew the blade, the tip exiting Shen Junlin's abdomen and bringing out a thin line of blood.

Then Wang Lin kicked Shen Junlin in the stomach.

Perfectly aimed, it landed right on the wound.

Shen Junlin's body was like a piece of trash being thrown away, flying backward several meters before crashing heavily to the ground.

His back hit the concrete floor with a dull thud, and his whole body slid a distance across the ground before stopping.

frost white slipped from his hand, spinning in the air before landing on the ground with a crisp sound.

The blade bounced once on the ground and then lay there quietly.

Wang Lin walked over and picked up frost white.

Wang Lin gripped the hilt and swung it; the blade sliced through the air without a sound.

A good sword.

Much better than those blades at the Ancient Martial Arts Training Hall.

Wang Lin put it into his space ring, and the blade turned into a beam of light and disappeared into the ring.

Then Wang Lin walked over to Shen Junlin, stood there, and looked down at him.

Shen Junlin lay on the ground, holding his stomach, blood continuously seeping out from between his fingers.

Wang Lin raised his foot and stepped onto Shen Junlin's chest.

The sole of his shoe pressed against his chest, pinning his body to the ground.

Shen Junlin's breathing became difficult; with his chest being pressed, every breath felt like swallowing knives.

Wang Lin looked down at Shen Junlin, the corners of his mouth curling up slightly:

"The genius of the Shen Family? Is this all you've got?"

"Blade God? LV5? Never lost in the academy's practical combat class?"

"You lost today, lost to a freshman, lost to a LV4 Blade God."

"How will you explain this to the Shen Family when you go back? That you were stepped on by a freshman? That your sword was stolen too?"