Chapter 13: The Real Assassin!

  Another semi-final between Xing Yun and Li Mou was held on the second arena, which was also surrounded by a sea of people. The battle was intense and thrilling in everyone's eyes. When Ling Wu Shuang walked down from the arena slowly, he heard the cheers and looked over casually.

  "Bang—"

  But before Ling Wu Shuang could even take a closer look, a loud muffled sound was heard and Li Mochou was sent flying out of the arena, coincidentally landing right at her feet. A cloud of dust rose up, and the surrounding people immediately scattered in all directions, barely avoiding being injured by the remaining terrifying aura.

  Ling Wu's eyebrows slightly raised, her gaze following the person who had long since fainted at her feet, all the way to the top of the arena, where a pair of amber-colored eyes were fixed on hers.

  Are you provoking me?

  However, this result was actually within her expectations. The feeling that Lü Mou and Xing Yun gave her were fundamentally not on the same level. Perhaps Xing Yun's move also had some reservations.

  Xin Yun stood with a calm and collected demeanor, his clear and handsome face subtly revealing a hint of a provocative smile. His amber-colored eyes fell unscrupulously on the black-robed youth before him, his consciousness probing out, yet as elusive as a thin veil of mist.

  This Jun Ling is indeed extraordinary, he's a worthy opponent!

  The two of them exchanged a glance, and soon each looked away, as if they were just strangers who had accidentally bumped into each other, and walked off in their own directions.

  The judge looked around and stepped onto the stage, loudly announcing: "In this round of competition, Xingyun wins and advances to the final!"

  Among the crowd of people around, applause immediately rang out. "I told you, it must be Xing Yun Sheng. The strength is far superior, and as long as there are no big mistakes, Lü Mou can't even get close."

  "I've heard that Xingyun's cultivation method is extraordinary, you'll die without even knowing how, this is already showing mercy"

  "However, Xing Yun is indeed a true genius, they say he's the second Tian Ye Cloud."

  Immediately, a group of people chimed in with agreement. "Isn't that right? Just like Heaven's Night, they reached the Sacred Stage at 20 years old. Now, just a few years have passed and they're already High-Level Saints. Who knows how many years it'll take for them to successfully break through to the Sub-God level, just like Heaven's Night."

  "It's hard to say for sure, what if he gets stuck at the high-ranking saint level his whole life"

  Everyone nodded in agreement and exclaimed: "If it weren't for that sudden appearance of Miss Ling, Xi Yun of Western Wing Country would be the undisputed number one genius on the continent!"

  "That Ling Wu Shuang is also just a legendary figure, if they really fought, who would win or lose, it's hard to say!"

  ……

  The stage is hot, and the world under the stage is also not to be underestimated. Sometimes, for a problem, they will argue and fight.

  Ling Wushuang listened to the words of the people around her, and with a slight curve of her red lips, she didn't respond much. She sidled away from the corridor on one side and walked towards the high platform, lazily sitting down to rest.

  Due to the needs of both sides, a sufficient preparation is required, and the final match will be held two hours later.

  On the square, all unnecessary things were removed in the shortest possible time, leaving only a platform with a length and width of about 4-5 zhang in the very center.

  Jet-black iron ore, surrounded by scarlet flames that danced around it, gleamed like the surface of a lake on a dark night, reflecting a somber glow.

  "Hey, Little Friend, don't worry about winning or losing. Xingyun's strength is indeed a notch above yours. If you can't beat him, don't force it."

  Although Xi Yun was also favored by the Holy Master, it's strange that Yi Qian seemed to have little interest in him, but instead had a high opinion of Jun Ling.

  However, thinking about it, if we're talking about innate talent, this kid is even more gifted than Xing Yun. Maybe his physique is also the kind that Lord Yi Qian and the others are looking for, which is why he was chosen.

  But no matter what the outcome is, the benefits he gets will not be less, and the Holy Master will definitely reward him in the end. This is what Mu Shi Qing cares about most.

  Ling Wushuang glanced at Mu Shiqing and then looked down, finally responding languidly: "It's not just a little stronger"

  The strength shown by Xingyun before was that of a Seventh-Order Saint, but he could be certain that Xingyun had also suppressed a lot of his true strength. His combat power was not to be underestimated. If she wanted to win with the strength of a Fifth-Order Saint, it would probably take some effort.

  Moreover, what's most important is that she seems to have sensed a familiar aura from Xing Yun.

  "What did he say?" Mu Shi Qing didn't understand.

  Ling Wushuang just smiled and didn't explain much, but in any case, this first place must be taken down somehow, entering the White Tower's Ninth Heaven to cultivate is a great opportunity for a breakthrough.

  Sheng Lin sat on the main seat, seemingly without any intention of leaving.

  He also secretly measured the other side of Xun Yun, whose gentle face had no extra expression, but nodded secretly. Apart from Jun Ling, this Xun Yun was also a talent that could be molded. What made him even more relieved was that Yi Qian seemed to have no intention of taking Xun Yun away. If Jun Ling couldn't stay in the end, then Xun Yun wouldn't be bad either.

  "Knock knock knock!"

  The drum beats loudly, the sound of "dong dong" echoes in the night sky, resonating throughout the entire Holy City. The spirits of the crowd are highly concentrated, with thousands and tens of thousands of eyes fixed on the two people slowly walking onto the stage - a robust man and a black-robed youth.

  The judge stood in the middle position and loudly announced, "Finals, Xingyun versus Jun——"

  "Whoosh——"

  The two words "Jun Ling" had not yet left the judge's mouth, when Xing Yun's figure moved and disappeared from where he was standing. In just a blink of an eye, two dark gleaming willow-leaf knives appeared in front of Ling Wu Shuang's neck, crossed to form an "X".

  "Hiss!"

  Between the sparks and flint, two crossed willow-leaf knives scraped out a sharp sound.

  "I'm relying on you" Ling Wu Shuang's eyes narrowed slightly, and with a push of her foot, she jumped out with one hand supporting the ground, doing several backflips in a row. She stopped about 10 feet away, looked up, and met those amber-colored eyes that held a hint of surprise.

  The crowd below was also stunned, "No way, you just came up and hit him, this is..."

  At least let the referee finish speaking, the game is to be played, and this scene also needs to be walked through.

  The referee was also caught off guard by this sudden event and hastily raised his hand to quickly declare, "Start the game, start"

  "Indeed, your spiritual power is as sharp as I expected." In Xun Yun's amber-colored eyes, an unusual light burst forth, with a hint of surprise and doubt, but more so the excitement of meeting a strong enemy head-on. Her entire body's hot blood was boiling up, "You, can fight me!"

  Ling Wushuang's mouth twitched slightly, "This is indeed an honor for me."

  Not finishing a sentence before starting a fight, it's the first time I've seen someone take sneak attacks for granted. It turns out that in this world, there are even more shameless beings than myself.

  Xin Yun furrowed her brow, "This first place, I must get it"

  He doesn't care about anything else, he just wants to get the last Godhead Stone. If it wasn't for hearing that the winner of the Genius Selection Tournament can get a Godhead Stone, he wouldn't have come to participate in the Holy Temple's selection tournament. There aren't many people here who are worthy of his attention.

  This is an opportunity to break through to the Divine Rank, he absolutely cannot let it slip away!

  Ling Wushuang smiled with interest, "Then let's see what you're really capable of."

  She didn't dislike Xi Yun at all, and had heard a lot of rumors about him. If possible, maybe...

  Xin Yun also smiled indifferently, his whole body slightly trembling, the surrounding aura slowly condensing from light green to a deep, pure green color. As his aura increased, he opened his mouth expressionlessly and said, "I won't give you any opportunity."

  Xin Yun raised the willow-leaf knife in his hand, its blade gleaming with a sharp arc under the surrounding lanterns.

  Ling Wushuang hooked his lips into a smile, waved his hand in the air and grasped, a silver light flashed, and a silver-colored ancient long gun appeared, without any patterns, simple colors, but that extraordinary aura, showed its uniqueness.

  "Then let me see it." Ling Wu Xue This time, she took the initiative to make a move. The mysterious energy wrapped around her long spear, pulling the surrounding air pressure, which suddenly increased several times.

  "Waaaah——"

  A humming noise, like the sound of a dragon's roar, as the mysterious energy formed a silver long dragon shadow from Ling Wusuo's spear, coiling around it, swallowing clouds and spitting out mist, with an astonishing momentum, heading in the direction of Xingyun, covering the sky and earth.

  "My goodness, what a terrifying momentum" People who were slightly closer were blown off their feet.

  Xin Yun's eyebrows furrowed slightly, as Jun Ling, a mid-tier Saint, actually managed to unleash such an astonishing aura.

  "But that's all!" Astonished at the same time, Xingyun didn't dare to underestimate him. His whole body was covered with a protective aura, and he retreated several steps to avoid the attack. With his hands joined together, two willow-leaf knives merged into one, and with a loud clang, they chopped down vertically!

  "Hiss——"

  Dazzling light burst forth, the willow leaf knife suddenly expanded thousands of times, forming a sword shadow like a giant heavenly sword, chopping towards the rapidly approaching silver dragon, colliding in mid-air in the blink of an eye.

  "Boom!"

  The illusory dragon head shattered, the giant sword supporting the sky disappeared, leaving only a faintly distorted night sky, and the crackling sound of scorching air.

  Ling Wushuang was also shocked and took a step back, the tip of her long spear clanging to the ground. Before she could steady herself, a black shadow tore through the air amidst the flying dust, revealing a cold gleam, a flash of sharp blade light, which streaked across her clear eyes!

  "Shadow Blade!"

  A silent willow-leaf dagger, like a ghostly apparition, stabbed towards Ling Wusuo's vital point from an extremely tricky angle, making a sound yet being formless.

  The people below the stage exclaimed, "So fast! What speed is this!"

  His speed was so fast that only a faint shadow remained, and everyone knew that Xingyun had launched an attack, but no one could see his movements, nor did they know from which angle he attacked.

  "Shadow Blade!"

  His icy voice, heard by everyone, was like a death knell.

  The world's martial arts, only speed can't be broken!

  Ling Wushuang's eyes deepened, and the technique that Xinyun was cultivating turned out to be a mysterious skill of the assassin series, skilled in hiding and ambushing. No wonder she couldn't see through Xinyun for a while, let alone being at the same level, even if they were several levels higher, if they were caught off guard, they would also die instantly.

  However, at this critical moment, no one saw that Ling Wushuang's lips slowly rose, and she finally knew where the familiar aura on Xingyun's body came from!

  Xin Yun's eyes flashed with a hint of darkness, seemingly devoid of any emotion. The sharp blade in her hand gleamed with an icy light, weaving in and out with swift, piercing strokes!

  "Clang!"

  A crisp sound, Xingyun was shocked to reveal his figure, his eyes slowly gazing at Lidian, the willow leaf knife in his hand, which had been accurately and flawlessly intercepted by the silver gun tip!

  "You——" Xingyun's eyes widened in disbelief, her amber-colored pupils finally revealing a hint of surprise amidst the killing intent, "How is this possible? How did you do it?"

  Not to mention a mid-tier saint, even an ordinary high-tier saint can't withstand this move. This Jun Ling actually intercepted him accurately! If he didn't have a more acute spiritual sense and a deeper understanding of the Assassin's Xuan technique, how could he have done it?!

  "It was actually cut off, I didn't see clearly what happened"

  This result was also beyond everyone's expectations. In their eyes, Xingyun should have been superior to Ling Wushuang in every aspect, but Xingyun's confident move was unexpectedly cut off by someone with such ease, as if it were just a casual wave of the hand.

  It's just a simple move, but the connotation of the contest is in no way inferior to having fought a fierce battle on all fronts.

  "An assassin?!" Ling Wusuo's red lips curled up in a sly arc, blocking Xingyun's silver long spear with her willow-leaf sword, "Let me teach you what a real assassin is!"

  Relying on her suppressed divine sense as a mid-tier saint, she indeed couldn't perceive Xingyun's movements, but that didn't mean she couldn't discern his techniques through other means!

  "What?" Xing Yun's spear was blocked, and he tumbled several times before landing with a thud a few meters away. He supported himself with one hand on the ground and knelt on one knee to steady his body. He looked at the black-robed youth in front of him with both astonishment and shock.

  As soon as she finished speaking, Ling Wushuang's body moved slightly, and with a flash of black light, she completely disappeared from the spot!

  Xin Yun was taken aback for a moment, then slowly stood up and quickly scanned the surroundings with her eyes, not missing any corner, but still didn't find anything unusual.

  He furrowed his brow, and the amber-colored pupils deep within his eyes flashed with an unbelievable light. Could it be that Jun Ling had also cultivated the mysterious skills of the Assassin series? But where could this person be hiding? He couldn't even see through it!

  Not even a shadow of a person, nor a single breath, was revealed.