95: Chapter 95 Killing Fierce Cry

On the viewing stand of the Qingfeng Martial Arts Hall, the atmosphere was bleak and filled with sorrow.

Senior Sister Chen Yu clenched her delicate hands so tightly that her knuckles turned white. Her beautiful eyes were fixed intently on Lin Tian on the arena, her gaze filled with undisguised worry.

Liu Yunfeng and the others also wore grave expressions, their breathing ragged.

After receiving a simple bandage, Head Disciple Zhao Tiegang forced himself to sit up, staring at the arena with a face devoid of all color.

They had witnessed with their own eyes how Constable Lie Ming had severely injured Tian Yun, who was at the Second Grade Middle Stage, with a single Move. That violent and ferocious power made their hearts tremble with fear.

Although Lin Tian was strong, Constable Lie Ming was currently at the Second Grade Late Stage! Moreover, his attacks were so ruthless and merciless...

"Junior Brother Lin... is too impulsive..." Liu Yunfeng muttered, his voice dry.

"Believe in him." Senior Sister Chen Yu bit her lip, forcing herself to remain calm, but her trembling voice betrayed her inner turmoil.

On the other side, the atmosphere at the seats of the Liehuo Martial Arts Hall was completely different.

Seeing Lin Tian ascend the stage "without knowing his own limits," many Disciples already wore cruel smiles, as if watching prey walk straight into a trap.

"Heh heh, this Lin Tian actually dared to come up?"

"Senior Brother just defeated Yun Tian of the Baiyun Martial Arts Hall in one Move; his Aura is at its peak. Isn't he just coming up to die?"

"He probably wants to play the hero, but unfortunately, he chose the wrong time."

"Just watch, Senior Brother will definitely 'entertain' him well and avenge Junior Brother Lie Yun!"

Their sneers and discussions were filled with absolute confidence in Constable Lie Ming and anticipation for the fate that was about to befall Lin Tian.

In their eyes, this battle had lost all suspense the moment Constable Lie Ming stepped onto the arena.

On the arena, the strong wind whipped the banners, causing them to snap loudly.

Constable Lie Ming looked at Lin Tian, who was standing opposite him with an excessive calmness, and felt his killing intent and exhilaration churning within him.

He did not immediately lash out. Instead, like a cat toying with a mouse, he slowly stretched his neck, which emitted a soft "crack," and a cruel, excited smile appeared on his crimson face.

"Lin Tian, to be able to stand here, you do have a bit more courage than those trash. Unfortunately, courage cannot save your life."

Constable Lie Ming's voice was hoarse, carrying undisguised killing intent. "To show my 'respect' for you, I will use my strongest palm technique to send you on your way—don't worry, it won't be too fast. I will let you savor what it means to have your tendons snapped and bones broken, and what it means to wish for death!"

Before his words had even faded, the already scorching and violent Qi and blood around his body suddenly surged again!

Crimson light condensed on his right palm, as if he were holding a leaping flame. The surrounding air distorted slightly due to the terrifying high temperature, emitting a soft "sizzle."

As he raised his palm, a suffocating wave of heat rushed toward Lin Tian!

"Fire Sand Palm—Melting Gold and Corroding Iron!"

Amidst a sharp shout, Constable Lie Ming moved suddenly! The blue stone of the arena beneath his feet shattered, and he rushed forward like a crazed fire bull, carrying a violent Aura that threatened to burn everything to ashes as he struck out with his palm!

Before the palm wind arrived, the scorching heat wave already caused the faces of ordinary Martial Artists watching from several yards away to sting, making it difficult for them to breathe!

This palm strike gathered all his power as a Second Grade Late Stage expert and contained his deep-seated hatred for Lin Tian; its power far exceeded that when he defeated Tian Yun earlier!

He wanted to severely injure Lin Tian with one strike, then torture him slowly, letting him wail and die in despair and agony!

Facing this terrifying palm strike that could melt gold and turn stone to liquid, Lin Tian remained standing in place, motionless.

He did not even make any defensive or evasive posture, simply watching calmly as the crimson palm shadow rapidly enlarged in his pupils, as if he had been scared silly.

"Junior Brother! Dodge quickly!" Senior Sister Chen Yu could not help but cry out, her heart in her throat.

"Lin Tian!" Hall Master Chen Qingfeng also stood up abruptly, his expression changing drastically.

Most of the onlookers were also stunned, not understanding why Lin Tian did not dodge or evade.

Had he really been scared out of his wits by Constable Lie Ming's Aura? Or did he know he was no match and give up resistance?

The cruel smile in Constable Lie Ming's eyes grew even more intense, as if he could already see the tragic sight of Lin Tian's flesh and bones being crushed into mud beneath his palm. His palm strike became even faster and more ruthless!

Just at the moment when that crimson palm was about to land on Lin Tian's chest, and the scorching heat wave had already caused his clothes to curl slightly—

Lin Tian moved.

There was no earth-shattering explosion of Aura, no superfluous movements.

He simply raised his right hand and naturally grasped the hilt of the seemingly ordinary Xiuchun long blade at his waist.

Then, he drew the blade.

"Clang—!"

A clear, resonant blade-ring, like the roar of a Dragon, suddenly tore through the scorching air!

A streak of gray-white blade light, condensed to the extreme and appearing as if it could swallow light itself, burst forth from the scabbard!

There was no flashy trajectory, no complex variation of Moves; it was simply the most basic, direct, and fast diagonal slash—Wind-Facing Slash!

The moment the blade light appeared, a violent wind arose!

That was not a natural wind, but a sharp wind pressure caused by the blade edge tearing through the air and slicing through the Void Realm!

Wherever the blade light passed, Constable Lie Ming's scorching palm wind, which could melt gold and corrode iron, instantly melted and dissipated like snow under the scorching sun!

The terrifying power contained within the blade edge—heavy, vigorous, yet incomparably sharp—made the cruel smile on Constable Lie Ming's face freeze instantly, turning into endless horror!

"What?!" Constable Lie Ming's pupils shrank to pinpricks, the hairs on his body stood on end, and a shadow of death washed over him like a bucket of ice water!

He wanted to change his Move, dodge, or block, but Lin Tian's blade was too fast! Too accurate! Too ruthless!

The timing was grasped to Perfection; it was the fatal moment when his old strength was exhausted, his new strength had not yet arisen, his Move was spent, and his mind was most relaxed!

"No—!!" Constable Lie Ming only had time to let out a desperate roar, crazily pouring his remaining Qi and blood into his arms, crossing them in front of his chest to try and withstand this life-taking blade.

"Clang—!! Boom—!!!"

The ear-piercing sound of metal clashing and a dull impact exploded almost simultaneously!

The gray-white blade light slashed onto Constable Lie Ming's crossed arms, erupting in dazzling sparks!

His Second Grade Late Stage arm bones, which were strong enough to split monuments and crack stones, were as fragile as rotten wood before this condensed blade light, instantly being slashed open and shattered!

The blade light's momentum slowed slightly, but it still carried an unrivaled sharpness as it slashed fiercely onto Constable Lie Ming's chest!

"Pfft—!"

Blood splattered! Constable Lie Ming was hit as if by a massive siege hammer. His protective Qi and blood instantly dissipated, and a sharp pain of ribs shattering came from his chest. He was sent flying backward through the air like a torn sack, blood spraying wildly from his mouth, drawing a tragic line of blood in the air!

However, Lin Tian's attack did not stop.

Having slashed Constable Lie Ming away with one strike, his footsteps did not stop. He suddenly activated his Wind-Chasing Footwork at the Perfection Realm, his entire person seemingly transforming into a gray phantom merging with the wind. With a speed faster than Constable Lie Ming's backward flight, he instantly crossed several yards and appeared beside the still-airborne Constable Lie Ming!

The long blade in his hand was raised once again.

It was still that same Move—Wind-Facing Slash!

Only this time, the blade was faster! More ruthless! The killing intent was even thicker!

The gray-white blade light lit up again, like the sickle of the Grim Reaper harvesting life, slashing accurately toward Constable Lie Ming's neck!

"Stop—!!!"

Off the stage, Liehuo Hall Master Lie Fentian's eyes were splitting with rage. He let out an earth-shattering roar, his figure erupting as he prepared to rush onto the arena!

He never expected that the battle would reverse so dramatically in an instant! He never expected that Lin Tian's strength would be so terrifying, and that his strike would be a merciless, fatal blow!

He wanted to stop it, to save him, but everything happened in a flash of lightning. He was still more than ten yards away from the arena; how could he possibly be in time?!

The blade light fell mercilessly.

"Shhh—!"

The slight sound of a sharp blade slicing through flesh and bone was exceptionally clear and ear-piercing in the deathly silent training grounds.

Constable Lie Ming's body, which was flying in mid-air, suddenly stiffened. His head and torso separated, and with blood spraying like a fountain, they fell in different directions, landing with two "thuds" on the hard blue stone arena and rolling far away.

In his wide-open, crimson eyes, there still remained extreme shock, fear, and a trace of bewilderment. It seemed that even in death, he could not believe that he had been defeated so cleanly, so... easily.

Lin Tian slowly sheathed his blade. The last drop of blood on the blade slid down the groove and dripped onto the arena, making a soft "tap" sound.

His breathing was steady, as if the two slashes that had killed a strong enemy just now were merely him casually brushing a speck of dust off his clothes.

He exhaled a breath of turbid air gently, not even looking at the corpse on the ground that was split in two and still twitching slightly. He also ignored the entire audience below the stage, who had fallen into a petrified, deathly silence, as well as Hall Master Lie Fentian's figure, which was twisted with rage but frozen in place, unable to Move.

He turned around, his footsteps still steady, unhurried, as he walked down the arena steps exactly as he had come up.

His dark black robes fluttered slightly in the morning breeze, his back straight as a pine.

Until his figure had completely stepped off the arena and stood before the seats of the Qingfeng Martial Arts Hall, the entire training ground remained so quiet that a pin drop could be heard.

Everyone was as if frozen in place, staring dumbfoundedly at the tragic scene on the arena, at the corpse of Constable Lie Ming whose head and body were separated, and at Lin Tian's back, which was calm to the point of being unsettling.

The brilliance of that blade, that moment of stunning beauty and terror, was like a brand, deeply engraved into the depths of the Soul of everyone who witnessed it.

One slash, the enemy was struck. Another slash, the head was severed. Clean, decisive, and powerful to the point of suffocation.

The entire audience was left in stunned silence.