Chapter 181: Six Swords as Apology

At this moment, the Battle of the Strongest Prodigies reached its peak.

Countless disciples held their breath, staring intently at the martial stage.

The two extraordinary figures over there represented the strongest prodigy disciples of the two sects.

What would this battle be like? Who would win or lose? They were all filled with anticipation.

In their eyes, the entire atmosphere had become oppressively tense, as if two bolts of lightning were colliding on the martial stage, emitting a heart-stopping aura.

To those disciples, Lin Shishu and Xin Feng, standing motionless, were surely locked in a contest of momentum; this battle would be a clash of titans.

Liang Yichu and Wuya exchanged a glance and smiled at each other, without their earlier bickering, as if anticipating something.

“Brother Yichu, wasn’t it on this very martial stage that we first met?” Wuya asked with a smile.

“Yes, a hundred years have passed in the blink of an eye. Time flies. But I still remember our sparring match back then—the way you cried when I beat you, it’s still hilarious to think about now,” Liang Yichu said, reminiscing about the past.

“A hundred years have passed, and you still haven’t changed. Who beat whom to tears? Need I say more?” Wuya glanced at him, looking somewhat helpless.

“Brother Wuya, don’t play dumb. If it weren’t for Sect Leader Yan, I would have been the undisputed first in the Battle of the Strongest Prodigies back then,” Liang Yichu said.

“Alright, I don’t want to argue with you. This time, your Nine Heavens Sect is sure to lose.”

“As if that’s true.”

…

Now on the martial stage.

Lin Fan looked at the aloof Xin Feng and had already formed a strategy in his mind.

“Ah…” Lin Fan sighed at this moment. “Brother Feng, the Sacred Sect and the Nine Heavens Sect are friendly sects. Let us not harm our relations. But since this battle is unavoidable, please make your move.”

“Hmph,” Xin Feng snorted coldly. His aura surged, and six swords condensed from sword intent, gleaming with sharp radiance, floated behind him, exuding supreme might.

Lin Fan stepped forward, hands clasped behind his back, and said calmly, “Come on…”

Now, with his cultivation only at the Great Perfection of the Innate Realm and his maximum combat power at the peak of the Entering Divinity Realm, how could he defeat Xin Feng, who was at the high level of the Lesser Heavenly Position?

But sometimes, nothing is certain. In a fight, one must rely more on one’s wits.

“I will not take your life,” Xin Feng said coldly and arrogantly. With a flick of his finger, one of the swords condensed from sword intent behind him shot out with a sharp whistle, piercing through layers of void, carrying an irresistible momentum toward Lin Fan.

“Brother Yichu, your personal disciple has top-notch comprehension. I didn’t expect him to cultivate the ‘Heavenly Sword’ to the Void Sword Realm,” Wuya remarked with admiration.

Liang Yichu smiled. “Of course. But he still needs refinement. His realm is sufficient; what he lacks is artistic conception.”

The sword condensed from sword intent traced a streak of light through the void, dazzling like a star, so brilliant that even the disciples in the audience could feel a powerful sword intent from it.

“What’s wrong with Lin Shishu? Why isn’t he moving at all?”

At this moment, the disciples in the audience exclaimed in shock.

Zong Hentian and the prodigy disciples sat there, their hearts in their throats. They hadn’t expected Xin Feng to be so strong, but why was Lin Shishu still standing there?

The “Heavenly Sword” was Liang Yichu’s secret art, a transcendent sword technique obtained from an ancient ruin. Its limit was nine, and when cultivated to the highest realm, one could condense nine swords in the void.

Now, Xin Feng had condensed six swords, reaching the Void Sword Realm.

At this moment, the sword condensed from sword intent was hurtling straight toward Lin Fan’s chest, yet Lin Fan remained motionless.

In that instant, Lin Fan did not hear the system's experience prompt, and felt some regret, but this was a critical moment. Lin Fan pretended to retreat, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

At this moment, everyone was stunned.

The disciples in the audience stood up, unable to believe that Uncle Lin would take a blow head-on.

Sect Leader Yan and Wu Ya and the others also changed expression slightly.

"Why don't you fight back?" Xin Feng's face turned cold, and he shouted angrily, "Are you insulting me?"

Lin Fan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, straightened up, and showed a look of no regret. "For what happened yesterday, I take this sword to apologize to Brother Xin."

Xin Feng, with his cold and proud expression, was also startled at this moment. "You..."

He had not expected that the other party would take his sword head-on just to apologize to him. This...

"Brother Feng, there are still five swords. Come on." At this moment, Lin Fan raised his head and said seriously.

His expression of no regret moved some of the disciples in the audience.

And those proud disciples of the Nine Heavens Sect also showed a slight change in expression. They had not expected that the guy they hated the most would be so heroic.

Now Xin Feng was also somewhat moved, but thinking of his treasured weapon that he had nurtured for so long being destroyed by this man, his heart hardened.

"Hmph, I advise you to fight back, or don't blame me if you die." Xin Feng said coldly.

"Uncle, fight back!" From the side of the Saint Sect's proud disciples, Zong Hen Tian shouted.

"Uncle, counterattack..." The Saint Sect disciples also shouted.

"You heard them, your fellow disciples want you to fight back. You'd better listen to them. That first sword was just the weakest..." Xin Feng said.

Lin Fan stood there and shook his head. "Six swords, it's six swords. Brother Feng's weapon was destroyed by me, and I feel guilty. So I will take six swords from Brother Feng as an apology. If I die, it's my own fault."

...

"Sect Leader Yan, Brother Wu Ya, what do you think of this..." Liang Yichu said with some difficulty.

"Although my disciple has only cultivated to the Void Sword Realm, the following swords are each stronger than the last. To withstand them with his physical body, I'm afraid..."

And in that instant,

the second sword, carrying a sword intent fiercer than the first, broke through the air.

The power of this second sword was even stronger than the first.

"Pfft..."

At this moment, Lin Fan fell to the ground again, blood splattering across the sky.

"Third sword..." Lin Fan stood up again, stepped forward, and stared at Xin Feng.

"Brother Feng, you don't need to hold back. I know you have hatred in your heart for me. Vent it all out. I can take it." As he spoke, Lin Fan spat out another mouthful of blood.

"Uncle..." At this moment, the Saint Sect disciples could not bear to watch.

The proud disciples of the Nine Heavens Sect looked at each other, their eyes flashing with deep shock.

This man is a true man...

Gradually, their attitude toward this man also changed.

This was a disciple worthy of respect.