Ten Thousand Dragons Technique-Chapter 282: Breaking the Limits! Forbidden Sword Technique!

Chapter 282: Chapter 282: Breaking the Limits! Forbidden Sword Technique!

"Is that Lin Xuan’s voice?"

"Damn, he isn’t dead?"

"How is he not injured?"

"The power in that voice is immense! It’s making my very blood and qi churn."

"What does he mean by ’breaking the limits’?"

"Could he have succeeded?"

"Did his Physique really break through?"

"Damn it, no way! Is this guy really going to defy the heavens?"

A series of exclamations rose from the crowd as everyone stared forward. Within the dazzling sword light, a figure emerged. It was Lin Xuan.

It really was him! He hadn’t been defeated!

This was unbelievable! The crowd erupted into an uproar.

The members of the Celestial Sword Sect, the Prince’s Mansion, and the Star Pavilion were all stunned. They had been slapped in the face yet again, each of them standing there dumbfounded. The people from Wangyue Pavilion, however, grew ecstatic.

"Fantastic! Lin Xuan hasn’t lost!"

"I knew he wouldn’t fall so easily!"

They were overcome with excitement.

On the stage, Jian Wushuang’s expression changed drastically. How is this possible? How could he still be standing?! I don’t believe it!

He roared and slashed out once more. The sword strike cleaved through everything as it shot toward Lin Xuan, reaching him in an instant.

Lin Xuan didn’t even try to dodge. Instead, he stretched out his hand and reached forward.

Cyan Dragon Sky-Rending Hand!

With a single palm, Lin Xuan caught the Sword Qi. He then clenched his fist.

CRACK!

The Sword Qi shattered into fragments, scattering in all directions.

The crowd was shocked. Jian Wushuang was even more astonished. How is that possible? My Sword Qi is infused with Sword Intent! It’s unbelievably sharp, yet he blocked it with his bare hands? What kind of joke is this?!

He refused to believe it. Roaring, he charged forward again.

Lin Xuan met him with a palm strike.

BOOM!

A thunderous roar echoed as Jian Wushuang was sent flying back, coughing up blood. The crowd was in an uproar once more. He was injured! Jian Wushuang was actually sent flying by a single palm strike!

Has Lin Xuan’s power really become this terrifying?

Damn, did his Physique really break through?

At that moment, the entire audience was in shock.

Lin Xuan laughed heartily. "Jian Wushuang, I have you to thank! You helped my Physique break its limits and advance to the next level!"

"How can this be?" The faces of the Celestial Sword Sect members turned ashen. Lin Xuan had truly used the Sword Intent to achieve a breakthrough.

Jian Wushuang was so enraged he spat out another mouthful of blood. So, after all that effort, I just ended up being a whetstone to help Lin Xuan break through? The feeling is indescribably frustrating.

The other geniuses in the audience were in an uproar, each one of them utterly shocked.

Chu Yue was simply dumbfounded. What kind of talent is this? He was cultivating in the middle of a decisive battle, and he actually succeeded! This talent is too heaven-defying! Even my brother doesn’t have this kind of talent.

At that moment, Chu Yue fell into despair. I feel so incredibly small in front of Lin Xuan. I can’t compare to him in any way. Not only is my Dragon Palm inferior, but my talent is also lacking. I don’t even have a fraction of his courage. Even with a hundred times more guts, I would never dare to cultivate during a duel. I’ve been completely overshadowed.

On the stage, Lin Xuan was brimming with confidence. His previous actions had been reckless, but the results were excellent. Under normal circumstances, it would have been extremely difficult for his Physique to break through; it would have been impossible for at least a year or two. But now, he had broken through his limits in a short amount of time.

He looked at Jian Wushuang and said, "As thanks for helping me break my limits, I’ll give you a chance. Surrender now."

Continuing to fight would be futile. If Lin Xuan attacked now, a single palm could severely injure Jian Wushuang. He was giving his opponent an opportunity.

Jian Wushuang was furious. "Surrender? What a joke! Don’t you dare look down on me!"

He was being underestimated! It drove him mad. He would not lose.

However, the Celestial Sword Sect Leader sighed and said, "Wushuang, surrender. You have no power left."

Jian Wushuang had been fighting for a long time, and his power was greatly depleted. His continuous use of Sword Intent had consumed an even greater amount of energy. And Lin Xuan? He had been rebuilt stronger after being broken, surpassing his limits. His state was now at its absolute peak.

How could Jian Wushuang possibly continue this fight? He was simply no match.

The audience erupted when they heard that even the Celestial Sword Sect Leader was telling Jian Wushuang to concede. Could it be that he truly had no chance? How could this be? The members of the Celestial Sword Sect were devastated; they couldn’t accept it.

Jian Wushuang, likewise, could not accept it.

He roared and charged forward, instantly arriving in front of Lin Xuan and swinging his sword down.

Lin Xuan shook his head and swatted him away.

BOOM!

Jian Wushuang was thrown back, spewing a mouthful of blood. Unyielding, he charged again.

Lin Xuan delivered another palm strike.

Jian Wushuang was forced back again.

Once, twice, three times—Jian Wushuang was no match at all. He had coughed up enough blood to cover the ground. His body swayed, and he could barely remain standing.

"Stop!" The eyes of the Celestial Sword Sect members were red with rage and sorrow. They couldn’t have imagined Jian Wushuang being so thoroughly suppressed. "Concede, Jian Wushuang! Just concede!" they pleaded.

The rest of the audience was in an uproar. Who could have predicted that after breaking through his limits, Lin Xuan would become so powerful? He was beating Jian Wushuang so badly that his opponent couldn’t even fight back.

It seemed there was no suspense left in this battle. Jian Wushuang had lost. Lin Xuan was going to be the champion.

"A sixteen-year-old champion of the Hidden Dragon Chart!"

"And his cultivation is only at the Five-star Martial General realm!"

"He’s broken another record!"

"He’s created another legend!"

"I feel like this record won’t be broken for thousands of years!"

The crowd’s exclamations were endless.

Surrender? What a joke.

Jian Wushuang refused to concede. Ever since I was a child, I’ve been a prodigy of the Sword Dao. My path has been one of triumphant victory; I have never known defeat. Especially after mastering half-step Sword Intent at such a young age, I never gave other geniuses a second thought. In my eyes, I wasn’t in the first tier—I was above it. I even felt I was in no way inferior to last year’s champion, Chu Zhongtian. I thought of myself as the second Chu Zhongtian, someone who could stand proudly above all others. And now, I’m supposed to surrender? Impossible.

He could not accept it.

Jian Wushuang raised his head, his eyes bloodshot. "Lin Xuan, don’t be so arrogant! I may be out of strength, but that doesn’t mean I’ve lost," he snarled. "You won’t be able to block this next strike."

With that, he swung his longsword. The pools of blood on the ground began to boil violently, levitating into the air. Under the influence of his Sword Intent, the blood transformed into a swarm of crimson Flying Swords. 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

Blood-colored Flying Swords surrounded Jian Wushuang. Not only that, but crimson patterns appeared all over his body as a monstrous killing intent erupted from him. A blood-red rune materialized on his brow.

He roared, "Asura Swordsmanship!"

At that moment, he seemed to transform into an Asura. The blood in his veins surged out, forming even more Flying Swords that swarmed toward Lin Xuan like a tidal wave.

What was happening? The onlookers were dumbfounded.

"What kind of sword technique is that? It’s terrifying!"

The disciples of the Celestial Sword Sect were also stunned. How had they never seen such a sword technique before?

The sect elders’ expressions changed drastically. "Isn’t that the Forbidden Sword Technique? How did he learn it? When did he learn it?"

The Celestial Sword Sect Leader roared, "Stop! Have you lost your mind?! You’re actually using the Asura Swordsmanship? Do you have a death wish?!"

As he spoke, he charged forward, simultaneously shouting to the members of the imperial family, "Quick, stop them! This Asura Swordsmanship is a Forbidden Sword Technique! It’s a mutually destructive art! If this strike lands, both Jian Wushuang and Lin Xuan will perish! Stop them now!"

What?! A Forbidden Sword Technique?

The expressions of the imperial elders changed. They moved to intervene, but it was already too late.

The sky full of blood-colored Flying Swords had already enveloped Lin Xuan.

It was over. The Celestial Sword Sect Leader despaired.

The Wangyue Pavilion Master’s eyes instantly turned red. The Dean of the Heavenly Dao Academy let out a roar, extending a massive hand toward the arena.

It was too late.

When the Celestial King witnessed this, he shook his head and sighed. That is a strike forged from Jian Wushuang’s own Life Power. Unless that boy is a Grandmaster, there’s no way he can resist it.

Elsewhere, the Star Pavilion Master chuckled coldly. Hmph. Lin Xuan, so what if you have talent? So what if you broke your limits? You’re still going to die here.

Chu Yue asked excitedly, "He can’t block it?"

The Star Pavilion Master sneered, "Unless he’s a Grandmaster, he stands no chance."

Wonderful! Chu Yue grew excited. Even if Lin Xuan’s Physique broke through its limits, he couldn’t possibly be a Grandmaster. He’s dead for sure!