Martial World's
Ch 230 - Martial Intent Battle
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“I have also been waiting for this dispute for a long time. Ever since you defeated Zhang Cang, I thought I would have to wait a few years, but I never imagined this fateful day would arrive so soon! "
The first time Ling Sen started to notice Lin Ming was when he saw Lin Ming duel against Zhang Cang. He had arrived at the scene together with Ta Ku, not causing a small commotion.
Lin Ming had only entered the Seven Profound Martial Houses for a trivial month, yet he was able to defeat the Earth Hall master, Zhang Cang. At that moment, Ling Sen had a premonition that he would finally face Lin Ming one day. To him, this was already an extremely high evaluation of Lin Ming's skills. But now looking back, it seemed like he had underestimated Lin Ming so far.
For a quarter of an hour, Lin Ming sat in meditation, adjusting his condition to the peak even though he did not consume his strength.
With his mind completely relaxed, he entered into a ethereal state, waiting for this awaited match.
The audience was already agitated with hope. This eagerly awaited battle was a battle between the two fiercest young talents of the Sky Fortune Kingdom!
This is rarely seen once in a grand event of a lifetime. As far as martial artists were concerned, what could possibly be more interesting?
Despite the snow falling from the sky, the smoldering enthusiasm of the spectators seemed hot enough to melt the winter ice.
"Who will win?"
"Who do you think will win?"
"I wonder who will be the number one martial artist amongst our Sky Fortune Kingdom's younger generation?"
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Almost the entire audience discussed the matter. They each began to express their own views and opinions about the match. There were even some savvy 'experts' who concluded how the fight would proceed, even though the match had not even started yet. Ling Sen and Lin Ming had yet to battle, but there were already several versions and results that might have been imagined, each of them narrating with vivid intensity.
These stories were so spirited and imaginative that if people did not know, they might even think that this splashed martial artist had seen the results of Lin Ming and Ling Sen's match.
This battle would determine who was at the peak of the Sky Fortune Kingdom's younger generation. But, Ling Sen really thought that his chances of winning were not high. Even if he won, he would also not take the number one youth talent position. He was already 21 years old, while Lin Ming was almost 16 years old. The 5-year age gap between them is an insurmountable gap.
These 5 years were the most important and most important years in the life of a martial artist. Five years later, Lin Ming would definitely become a Houtian master.
But at that time, Ling Sen would only break through to the Pulse Condensation period.
A quarter of an hour passed quickly.
Ling Sen was the first to walk onto the martial stage. His steps were steady, calm, and his entire body was emitting a murderous aura. The snow that fell towards him was blown away by this aura; not a single snowflake landed on his body.
Lin Ming took out an Extremely Heavy Soft Spear. Ling Sen's spear and sword were both medium-level human step treasures; his weapons were fair and equal.
The two stood 100 feet apart, silently staring at the others. The air flow around them was interrupted by their presence, as if an invisible vortex had been summoned. Soaring snow covered the sky rashly.
“Rules will not be repeated. Fits, go! ”
After the referee Elder announced the start of the match, the two of them on the stage did not even move. Lin Ming's right hand gripped the Heavy Profound Soft Spear outward, the tip of the spear slanted to the ground. Ling Sen held a heavy sword in both hands, his hilt clinging to his chest.
Although they did not move, the two of them slowly began to gather their momentum.
Ling Sen's murderous aura was formed from his countless beheadings and the slaughter of Demon Ashura in his Ashura martial intent. If a weaker martial artist were to come face-to-face with Ling Sen's murderous aura, it would be the same as if an ordinary person were to stand round naked in a world frozen in snow and ice. They would only be able to use half of their strength, and those whose minds were unconscious, might even be instantly struck with fear and forced into defeat without doing anything.
But Lin Ming was the opposite. His imposing and majestic aura was formed by the strength of his vitality. His powerful spirit power was like a flame reaching the clouds. An ordinary person might not feel anything strange, but if a martial artist cultivating a dark arts technique involving the use of evil spirits approached, it would be a good idea to, then they will feel as if they are in a blazing hell. Any ghost or demon that comes close will soon return to nothingness.
Ling Sen's ice-cold murderous aura and Lin Ming's vitality strength engaged in an aerial battle. One was cold and the other hot. When these two forces meet, they will fight. Ice will not coexist with fire!
But eventually, the vitality besieged Lin Ming overcame Ling Sen Yin's chill. Ling Sen could evenly hear his killing aura being torn apart by Lin Ming's vitality strength.
"I never thought that someone would be able to suppress my Ashura killing intent with just the power of their blood vitality!"
His speed was like a ghost, his body strength was extremely strong, his true essence was pure and thick, and he also had the support of an incredible blood vitality; his endurance was without a doubt terrifying. This Lin Ming was only flexible in all aspects!
Ling Sen's expression became even more dignified. He instantly fused all of his murderous aura, condensing that murderous essence onto the surface of his body along with his heavy sword. At that moment, he was like an insurmountable existence in the eyes of all present.
Even the two Great Generals in the audience, who had reached the middle and late Pulse Condensation period, could not help but wonder if they could win against Ling Sen if they fought.
For an intermediate Pulse Condensation period martial artist to be unable to defeat an early Bone Forging stage martial artist.it was simply an unimaginable fantasy.
"Find my sword!"
As the word 'sword' said, the murderous aura concentrated on Ling Sen's body began to flow into the heavy black sword. This five foot long heavy sword started to let out piercing cries!
Cha!
It was as if space itself was torn apart. An incomparably fierce sword wind shot forward like a dark rainbow, piercing towards Lin Ming's chest.
The entire area was swept away by the sword wind; even the tiles broke and exploded under the pressure. Countless broken stones that were crushed by true essence were thrown into the wind. From afar, Ling Sen's blade was like a missile that left the ground crushed in its path; it was unstoppable.
"Flood Dragon Goes to the Sea!"
Lin Ming shouted out loudly and 5000 filaments of true essence trembled out. Towards the wave of true essence rolling towards him, the Heavy Profound Soft Spear was like a silver Flood Dragon, pushing forward with grandiose momentum!
The strong impact formed a shock wave that was visible to the naked eye. The loose floor tiles were all sent backwards, and all the snow within a hundred meter radius was wiped clean. The true essence of the savage continued to flow out. Being met with this stream of true essence, even a Flesh Training or Viscera Training martial artist felt as if they were just leaves in a storm; they could be blown away at any moment!
Fortunately, the important figures among the audience had the main bodyguards protecting them. A true essence shield was installed, guarding them from the aftermath of the collision of true essence.
Peng peng peng!
After Ling Sen made his first move, he no longer stopped; following up his first attack with a series of attacks. The heavy sword carried epic majesty as its thick true essence froze in each sword attack. Each attack contained an enormous potential, as if a mountain was collapsing!
Lin Ming unhurriedly and calmly rotated the True Primal Chaos Formula to its limit. He continued to block every attack, slowly retreating. But no matter how calm his expression was, every time he struck a punch, the stage behind him would explode, making everyone watch with alarm!
"It's too horrible. Only the true essence scattered from their attacks already carried such destructive power. If one were to face them head-on in a fight, how could anyone possibly fight back? ”There are some martial artists, who believe that they are strong, watching the battle on stage. When they see an open match, they are gradually filled with depression. They had been cultivating for several tens of years, but there had yet to be a huge difference between them and the two youths on the stage.
"Ling Sen's strength was at least the same as a normal medium Pulse Condensation period martial artist. He might even be able to contend with the late Pulse Condensation period! ”After the gentlemen present made some comparisons, they couldn't help but draw this conclusion.
For someone with the initial Bone Forging cultivation to cross an entire realm and surpass someone at the middle Pulse Condensation period was simply incredible.
Bai Jingyun listened to the arguments going on around her and quietly stared at Lin Ming's figure, the complex of his expression.
Lin Ming, what card are you holding in your hand? What is your power limit?
The battle on stage became increasingly intense. True essence collided in the air causing deafening explosions, as if they were in the midst of a turbulent spring storm.
However, during the fight, Lin Ming's face did not blush; his heartbeat was normal. His blood vitality was strong, and his breathing was long, he inhaled like a snake and exhaled like a bellow. In such a calm state, a single breath was enough to let him fight for the scepter of time.
But Ling Sen had a little less stamina.
"Aura Slaughter!"
Ling Sen shouted loudly, and his Slaughter Domain broke apart. This was a special domain attack that he had developed using Ashura's martial intent! When he faced Zhao Jifeng, Ling Sen's sword had not even touched his opponent's body. This was because he had used the Slaughter Domain to defeat his enemy!
Huooo!
At that moment, Lin Ming's surroundings instantly changed The audience disappeared, all became silent, and the stage under his feet disappeared; he arrived in an entirely new and strange world.
The world was thrown in a dim gloomy grey. The sky above the head was dyed with a faded cream color. Endless rock outcrops dotted the world, and behind these stones hid countless Ashura Demons.
Among the giant rocks, there was a bottomless hole that seemed to point towards the abyss, emitting a boundless cold yin. Ghosts constantly crawled out of this abyss. Their expressions were ferocious, and they were hungrily staring at Lin Ming with their empty eyes, trembling with greed and desire for human life.
This extremely cold feeling was like a cold wind that could drill into one's soul. Even though Lin Ming had a lively blood vitality, in such an environment, he still felt as if he was being pushed downwards.
Asyura's?
So this was Ashura's martial intent attack!
Martial intent was not only used in cultivation; some could also be used offensively. It all depended on the utilization and understanding of martial artists, but also the inherent qualities of martial intent.
This Ashura martial intent was the martial intent that developed the battle!
From this aspect, it was superior to even Lin Ming's refined martial intent.
However, not only did Lin Ming have refined martial intent.
Lin Ming let out a cold snort, and his two eyes turned into a swirling black vortex. Two storms appeared. With Lin Ming's eyes as the center, they were indiscriminately swept away!
Wu wu wu wu wu!
Countless demons let out heart-piercing screams. However, they were unable to withstand the tensile strength of the tornado and were swept inside the vortex, torn into shreds!
The gray rocks they hid behind shattered under the power of the vortex; even space itself began to crack under the immense pressure.
"This is only the Ashura Demon formed by martial intent; how can it be equal to the hell found in the life and death smelting trial? "
Lin Ming released a resonant roar.
The peng!
With a bang, the dark world collapsed!
Countless illusory fragments were all swept into the swirling giant black vortex and completely vanished into oblivion.
Lin Ming Samsara's martial intent was understood after experiencing the world of 100 Samsara. In terms of illusory attacks, how could Ling Sen compare !?
Lin Ming reappeared on the familiar martial stage. Opposite him, Ling Sen let out a cough and knelt down on the stage, supporting himself with a heavy sword, his face pale.
Confused audience. They only saw Lin Ming pause for a moment, and then Ling Sen kneeled down as if he had been struck. In this period of time, Lin Ming's spear had not even touched Ling Sen.
What the hell is going on?
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“I have also been waiting for this dispute for a long time. Ever since you defeated Zhang Cang, I thought I would have to wait a few years, but I never imagined this fateful day would arrive so soon! "
The first time Ling Sen started to notice Lin Ming was when he saw Lin Ming duel against Zhang Cang. He had arrived at the scene together with Ta Ku, not causing a small commotion.
Lin Ming had only entered the Seven Profound Martial Houses for a trivial month, yet he was able to defeat the Earth Hall master, Zhang Cang. At that moment, Ling Sen had a premonition that he would finally face Lin Ming one day. To him, this was already an extremely high evaluation of Lin Ming's skills. But now looking back, it seemed like he had underestimated Lin Ming so far.
For a quarter of an hour, Lin Ming sat in meditation, adjusting his condition to the peak even though he did not consume his strength.
With his mind completely relaxed, he entered into a ethereal state, waiting for this awaited match.
The audience was already agitated with hope. This eagerly awaited battle was a battle between the two fiercest young talents of the Sky Fortune Kingdom!
This is rarely seen once in a grand event of a lifetime. As far as martial artists were concerned, what could possibly be more interesting?
Despite the snow falling from the sky, the smoldering enthusiasm of the spectators seemed hot enough to melt the winter ice.
"Who will win?"
"Who do you think will win?"
"I wonder who will be the number one martial artist amongst our Sky Fortune Kingdom's younger generation?"
……
Almost the entire audience discussed the matter. They each began to express their own views and opinions about the match. There were even some savvy 'experts' who concluded how the fight would proceed, even though the match had not even started yet. Ling Sen and Lin Ming had yet to battle, but there were already several versions and results that might have been imagined, each of them narrating with vivid intensity.
These stories were so spirited and imaginative that if people did not know, they might even think that this splashed martial artist had seen the results of Lin Ming and Ling Sen's match.
This battle would determine who was at the peak of the Sky Fortune Kingdom's younger generation. But, Ling Sen really thought that his chances of winning were not high. Even if he won, he would also not take the number one youth talent position. He was already 21 years old, while Lin Ming was almost 16 years old. The 5-year age gap between them is an insurmountable gap.
These 5 years were the most important and most important years in the life of a martial artist. Five years later, Lin Ming would definitely become a Houtian master.
But at that time, Ling Sen would only break through to the Pulse Condensation period.
A quarter of an hour passed quickly.
Ling Sen was the first to walk onto the martial stage. His steps were steady, calm, and his entire body was emitting a murderous aura. The snow that fell towards him was blown away by this aura; not a single snowflake landed on his body.
Lin Ming took out an Extremely Heavy Soft Spear. Ling Sen's spear and sword were both medium-level human step treasures; his weapons were fair and equal.
The two stood 100 feet apart, silently staring at the others. The air flow around them was interrupted by their presence, as if an invisible vortex had been summoned. Soaring snow covered the sky rashly.
“Rules will not be repeated. Fits, go! ”
After the referee Elder announced the start of the match, the two of them on the stage did not even move. Lin Ming's right hand gripped the Heavy Profound Soft Spear outward, the tip of the spear slanted to the ground. Ling Sen held a heavy sword in both hands, his hilt clinging to his chest.
Although they did not move, the two of them slowly began to gather their momentum.
Ling Sen's murderous aura was formed from his countless beheadings and the slaughter of Demon Ashura in his Ashura martial intent. If a weaker martial artist were to come face-to-face with Ling Sen's murderous aura, it would be the same as if an ordinary person were to stand round naked in a world frozen in snow and ice. They would only be able to use half of their strength, and those whose minds were unconscious, might even be instantly struck with fear and forced into defeat without doing anything.
But Lin Ming was the opposite. His imposing and majestic aura was formed by the strength of his vitality. His powerful spirit power was like a flame reaching the clouds. An ordinary person might not feel anything strange, but if a martial artist cultivating a dark arts technique involving the use of evil spirits approached, it would be a good idea to, then they will feel as if they are in a blazing hell. Any ghost or demon that comes close will soon return to nothingness.
Ling Sen's ice-cold murderous aura and Lin Ming's vitality strength engaged in an aerial battle. One was cold and the other hot. When these two forces meet, they will fight. Ice will not coexist with fire!
But eventually, the vitality besieged Lin Ming overcame Ling Sen Yin's chill. Ling Sen could evenly hear his killing aura being torn apart by Lin Ming's vitality strength.
"I never thought that someone would be able to suppress my Ashura killing intent with just the power of their blood vitality!"
His speed was like a ghost, his body strength was extremely strong, his true essence was pure and thick, and he also had the support of an incredible blood vitality; his endurance was without a doubt terrifying. This Lin Ming was only flexible in all aspects!
Ling Sen's expression became even more dignified. He instantly fused all of his murderous aura, condensing that murderous essence onto the surface of his body along with his heavy sword. At that moment, he was like an insurmountable existence in the eyes of all present.
Even the two Great Generals in the audience, who had reached the middle and late Pulse Condensation period, could not help but wonder if they could win against Ling Sen if they fought.
For an intermediate Pulse Condensation period martial artist to be unable to defeat an early Bone Forging stage martial artist.it was simply an unimaginable fantasy.
"Find my sword!"
As the word 'sword' said, the murderous aura concentrated on Ling Sen's body began to flow into the heavy black sword. This five foot long heavy sword started to let out piercing cries!
Cha!
It was as if space itself was torn apart. An incomparably fierce sword wind shot forward like a dark rainbow, piercing towards Lin Ming's chest.
The entire area was swept away by the sword wind; even the tiles broke and exploded under the pressure. Countless broken stones that were crushed by true essence were thrown into the wind. From afar, Ling Sen's blade was like a missile that left the ground crushed in its path; it was unstoppable.
"Flood Dragon Goes to the Sea!"
Lin Ming shouted out loudly and 5000 filaments of true essence trembled out. Towards the wave of true essence rolling towards him, the Heavy Profound Soft Spear was like a silver Flood Dragon, pushing forward with grandiose momentum!
The strong impact formed a shock wave that was visible to the naked eye. The loose floor tiles were all sent backwards, and all the snow within a hundred meter radius was wiped clean. The true essence of the savage continued to flow out. Being met with this stream of true essence, even a Flesh Training or Viscera Training martial artist felt as if they were just leaves in a storm; they could be blown away at any moment!
Fortunately, the important figures among the audience had the main bodyguards protecting them. A true essence shield was installed, guarding them from the aftermath of the collision of true essence.
Peng peng peng!
After Ling Sen made his first move, he no longer stopped; following up his first attack with a series of attacks. The heavy sword carried epic majesty as its thick true essence froze in each sword attack. Each attack contained an enormous potential, as if a mountain was collapsing!
Lin Ming unhurriedly and calmly rotated the True Primal Chaos Formula to its limit. He continued to block every attack, slowly retreating. But no matter how calm his expression was, every time he struck a punch, the stage behind him would explode, making everyone watch with alarm!
"It's too horrible. Only the true essence scattered from their attacks already carried such destructive power. If one were to face them head-on in a fight, how could anyone possibly fight back? ”There are some martial artists, who believe that they are strong, watching the battle on stage. When they see an open match, they are gradually filled with depression. They had been cultivating for several tens of years, but there had yet to be a huge difference between them and the two youths on the stage.
"Ling Sen's strength was at least the same as a normal medium Pulse Condensation period martial artist. He might even be able to contend with the late Pulse Condensation period! ”After the gentlemen present made some comparisons, they couldn't help but draw this conclusion.
For someone with the initial Bone Forging cultivation to cross an entire realm and surpass someone at the middle Pulse Condensation period was simply incredible.
Bai Jingyun listened to the arguments going on around her and quietly stared at Lin Ming's figure, the complex of his expression.
Lin Ming, what card are you holding in your hand? What is your power limit?
The battle on stage became increasingly intense. True essence collided in the air causing deafening explosions, as if they were in the midst of a turbulent spring storm.
However, during the fight, Lin Ming's face did not blush; his heartbeat was normal. His blood vitality was strong, and his breathing was long, he inhaled like a snake and exhaled like a bellow. In such a calm state, a single breath was enough to let him fight for the scepter of time.
But Ling Sen had a little less stamina.
"Aura Slaughter!"
Ling Sen shouted loudly, and his Slaughter Domain broke apart. This was a special domain attack that he had developed using Ashura's martial intent! When he faced Zhao Jifeng, Ling Sen's sword had not even touched his opponent's body. This was because he had used the Slaughter Domain to defeat his enemy!
Huooo!
At that moment, Lin Ming's surroundings instantly changed The audience disappeared, all became silent, and the stage under his feet disappeared; he arrived in an entirely new and strange world.
The world was thrown in a dim gloomy grey. The sky above the head was dyed with a faded cream color. Endless rock outcrops dotted the world, and behind these stones hid countless Ashura Demons.
Among the giant rocks, there was a bottomless hole that seemed to point towards the abyss, emitting a boundless cold yin. Ghosts constantly crawled out of this abyss. Their expressions were ferocious, and they were hungrily staring at Lin Ming with their empty eyes, trembling with greed and desire for human life.
This extremely cold feeling was like a cold wind that could drill into one's soul. Even though Lin Ming had a lively blood vitality, in such an environment, he still felt as if he was being pushed downwards.
Asyura's?
So this was Ashura's martial intent attack!
Martial intent was not only used in cultivation; some could also be used offensively. It all depended on the utilization and understanding of martial artists, but also the inherent qualities of martial intent.
This Ashura martial intent was the martial intent that developed the battle!
From this aspect, it was superior to even Lin Ming's refined martial intent.
However, not only did Lin Ming have refined martial intent.
Lin Ming let out a cold snort, and his two eyes turned into a swirling black vortex. Two storms appeared. With Lin Ming's eyes as the center, they were indiscriminately swept away!
Wu wu wu wu wu!
Countless demons let out heart-piercing screams. However, they were unable to withstand the tensile strength of the tornado and were swept inside the vortex, torn into shreds!
The gray rocks they hid behind shattered under the power of the vortex; even space itself began to crack under the immense pressure.
"This is only the Ashura Demon formed by martial intent; how can it be equal to the hell found in the life and death smelting trial? "
Lin Ming released a resonant roar.
The peng!
With a bang, the dark world collapsed!
Countless illusory fragments were all swept into the swirling giant black vortex and completely vanished into oblivion.
Lin Ming Samsara's martial intent was understood after experiencing the world of 100 Samsara. In terms of illusory attacks, how could Ling Sen compare !?
Lin Ming reappeared on the familiar martial stage. Opposite him, Ling Sen let out a cough and knelt down on the stage, supporting himself with a heavy sword, his face pale.
Confused audience. They only saw Lin Ming pause for a moment, and then Ling Sen kneeled down as if he had been struck. In this period of time, Lin Ming's spear had not even touched Ling Sen.
What the hell is going on?
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