220: Chapter 158 Disgrace 220: Chapter 158 Disgrace At the commentator’s stand, Hui Ling sighed and said, “I hadn’t expected the battle to reach this point.”
“We should be thankful to Lin Xing and Xia Jianlong for bringing us such a splendid fight.”
“Xia Jianlong’s martial arts are honed through thousands of trials and have a profound foundation, showcasing the comprehensiveness of a martial master.”
“Lin Xing’s Sword Intent, on the other hand, is unpredictably brilliant, catching people off guard.”
“Both of them have displayed secret techniques and extraordinary skills rarely seen in the past.
I am very much looking forward to seeing Xia Jianlong master the Divine Dragon Gang’s ultimate skills in the future, and am also curious to what extent Lin Xing’s Sword Intent can evolve…”
The host smiled and nodded, then asked, “Hui Ling, can you explain to us just how formidable Lin Xing’s Sword Intent really is?”
Hui Ling spoke confidently, “From my observations, Lin Xing’s Sword Control Technique enables him to use anything as a sword for Spiritual Manipulation, and his Sword Intent likely originates from a further sublimation of the Sword Control Technique.”
“I’ve never seen this Sword Intent before and was initially taken aback by it.”
“However, even though I’ve never seen it, I can still discern the subtleties of this Sword Intent.
It greatly enhances Lin Xing’s control over Sword Control Technique, turning all manner of fragments, dust, and even fierce winds into objects he can wield with his Sword Control.”
“In addition, judging by Xia Jianlong’s several failed attacks, this Sword Intent appears to create illusions that affect the opponent’s perception, which are among the hardest abilities to defend against upon first encounter…”
As they listened to Hui Ling’s analysis, both the host and the audience in front of the screen nodded in agreement as if experiencing a sudden realization.
“Thank you for that analysis,” the host said to the camera.
“Let’s now take a look at the slow-motion replay of that battle.”
The large screen in the distance had already begun replaying the fight in slow motion.
From the time this exhibition match was prepared, the officials had installed various cameras and surveillance equipment, aimed at every corner of the arena, afraid of missing anything.
Regardless of who won or lost the fight, the entire process and all data would be taken for in-depth research and become important material for the study of supernatural powers in the modern world.
At this moment, the attention of officials and staff on-site, as well as viewers outside the screen, was mostly focused on the slow-motion replay.
After all, both Lin Xing’s flying swords and Xia Jianlong’s moves were too swift during the live battle—so fast that they appeared as fleeting as lightning to the average person, making it virtually impossible to see their moves, let alone the subtleties of the exchanges.
Even Xia Jianlong, after stepping down from the now-ruined arena, turned his gaze to the screen, as he hadn’t fully understood the reason for his defeat.
As the camera focused on Lin Xing unleashing his Sword Intent, everything in the arena seemed to become his weapon, launching attacks at Xia Jianlong.
Watching himself in the footage, charging fiercely at Lin Xing, Xia Jianlong’s expression grew more solemn, knowing the key moment of his defeat was approaching.
In the camera’s view, a whiff of dust was scattered by his thunderous palm strike, drifting away to the side.
But as the dust lightly tumbled, it nonetheless managed to slice a few strands of Xia Jianlong’s hair.
Then, a severed strand of hair suddenly straightened as if a sharp sword had been unsheathed, slicing off a layer of his hair from the bottom up.
Meanwhile, Xia Jianlong in the footage was still fiercely engaged with the ‘flying swords’ all around him, completely unaware of the unusual occurrence above his head.
His punches and kicks, as loud as thunder and as powerful as a dragon’s roar, made the hair change seem so minute and silent in such an intense fight.
Seeing this scene, Hui Ling commented, “Lin Xing has terrifying control over the Sword Control Technique, being able to commandeer a strand of Xia Jianlong’s hair without a sound amidst such intense fighting…”
As the footage continued to play on the big screen, the cut strand of hair could be seen falling, sometimes floating in the air, and sometimes pulled taut, like lively flying swords continuously sweeping across Xia Jianlong’s body.
Hui Ling explained, “These falling hairs are sometimes naturally drifting, sometimes controlled by Lin Xing through his Sword Control Technique.
This not only makes it difficult for Xia Jianlong to detect but also allows Lin Xing to continually wield the surrounding sword objects using his Sword Control Technique, maintaining his fierce offensive on the other front.”
“Alas, it was Xia Jianlong’s first encounter with this tactic, and he was indeed too careless,” she remarked.
Then, on the screen, various kinds of sword objects could be seen mercilessly circling Xia Jianlong, continuously cutting slits in his clothes.
At close range, the hair-turned-swords kept shooting back and forth, keeping his exposed skin immaculately shaven.
Hui Ling sighed again.
Since she had started commenting on the slow-motion playback, she had been trying to find excuses for Xia Jianlong, to minimize the impact of this defeat, but at this point, she felt somewhat helpless.
If she could have claimed that Xia Jianlong was merely careless just moments ago, the footage itself was now continuously showing all the viewers the vast difference between Lin Xing and Xia Jianlong.
While inwardly cursing Xia Jianlong for his incompetence, she spoke out, “Lin Xing is showing off.
Every one of his moves here could defeat Xia Jianlong, but he doesn’t do so.
Instead, he’s playing with his opponent like a cat with a mouse, shaving Xia Jianlong completely bald, which is a bit of a humiliation…”
Just as Hui Ling was saying this, she suddenly paused, seemingly at a loss for words.
And under the shocked gazes of everyone, as the hair-turned-swords continued to fall, several dark objects suddenly dropped out from the bottom of Xia Jianlong’s pants.
The host said with confusion, “What is that?
Let’s zoom in and take a closer look.”
As the camera zoomed in, the curled strands of hair were revealed, prompting the staff to quickly switch the camera back to the host.
The host said with some embarrassment, “It seems that…
Lin Xing…
really did shave Xia Jianlong from head to toe.”
Some of the staff in the audience could not help but laugh out loud and quickly covered their mouths to stifle it.
At the spectator seats, Su Ju furrowed his brows, seemingly displeased with Lin Xing’s method of fighting, and said to someone beside, “Send someone down to tell Lin Xing that he represents our country on this stage; he must be mindful of his actions, to avoid causing a bad influence, and even leading to dissatisfaction from friends overseas and from the Mirror World…”
Meanwhile, viewers on various platforms were either shocked or laughing.
At this moment, the barrage of comments and messages was even more plentiful than the moment Lin Xing had defeated Xia Jianlong.
Below the arena, Xia Jianlong himself had already disappeared.
As soon as he saw his hair being shaved off layer by layer, he picked up his pants and ran off.
Hui Ling understood in her heart that Lin Xing had thoroughly nailed Xia Jianlong to the pillar of shame, even causing the Divine Dragon Gang to feel humiliated.
She looked toward Lin Xing’s direction and thought to herself, “Ah, this man has indeed obstructed the major cooperation between the two realms.”
Thinking of this, she turned her gaze to the Swordswoman, thinking, “The Swordswoman has long wanted to make a move against Lin Xing.
In the next round, she will surely take a hard stance against him.
This way, it will let the world understand that to master martial arts, one ultimately has to rely on the sects of the Mirror World.”
With that thought, Hui Ling felt as if she was somewhat irritated by the consecutive defeats, sighing inwardly, “Sinful, sinful, all for the sake of spreading the Buddhist Law and guiding people toward enlightenment…”
On the other hand, Lin Xing watched the slow-motion playback, nodding to himself, “If I can shave him, it means I can kill him; attacking Xia Jianlong from head to toe like this just showcases the strength of my Sword Control Technique.”
“Seeing this, the audience must think that killing Xia Jianlong would be as easy as slaughtering chickens or sheep; I could shave him and slaughter him whenever.”
“With this, people’s confidence will surely be inspired by me, leaning more towards the present world, rather than the sects of the Mirror World.”
Since the Zhou Tian Sect’s event, his video had exploded across the global internet, feeling the support of countless people online, Lin Xing felt increasingly firm in his righteous behavior.
Over these days, he had occasionally roamed about as a hero, killing people.
The rate at which he digested the mysteries of the Heavenly Dao in his mind was extraordinarily fast, and the fog that shrouded the technique of Sword Heart Sympathy had imperceptibly dissipated by nearly half.
This made him once again reflect on how choosing the right actions was more important than effort alone.
Compared to refining flying swords or engaging in petty acts of chivalry, it was indeed true that matters involving two realms, nations, and civilizations were what defined truly great heroes.
At this moment, just thinking of how he had done another great deed for his country and people, Lin Xing felt a surge of righteousness within him, causing the fog in his mind to dissipate even faster.
At the same time, the staff had already begun cleaning up the site, clearing out what had become a ruin of an arena.
A staff member hurried over to remind Lin Xing not to publicly shave people as he had just done.
Lin Xing waved his hand and said, “Don’t worry, I know that move won’t be necessary against the Swordswoman, don’t fret.”
Elsewhere, Bai Yiyi told the live broadcasting room, “I personally taught Lin Xing his first martial technique, and to be honest, his talent is quite average; not to speak of comparing with me, even compared to many geniuses from the Mirror World, he falls far short.”
“But he’s diligent, alright.
Where others practice for eight hours a day, he can practice for eight thousand hours, and that’s what makes Lin Xing formidable.”
“What I just said about eight thousand hours is an exaggeration, do you understand hyperbole…”
Just then, a loud boom came from the direction of the arena.
A streak of Sword Qi, as if to tear the sky and split the earth, fell down, chopping and sweeping the already ruined arena into pieces and flinging them in all directions.
The impact of the Sword Qi not only instantly cleared a large space but also used various pieces of the arena to form a circle, which was almost the same size as the original arena had been.
The Swordswoman, who had mastered the second inheritance of Swordsmanship for many years, walked step by step into the circle.
Her eyes, filled with burning combat desire, looked at Lin Xing, somewhat eager to start, “This arena is no different from one made of paper to us; I think we needn’t bother cleaning up.
Let’s just fight here on the flat ground.”
Over the years, she continually honed her swordsmanship, fought against experts, and finally transformed and sublimated her techniques twice over.
At this moment, she had only the Taiqing Wuji Sword left to complete its second sublimation.
According to the Taiqing Sect’s Secret Technique, in order to achieve the second sublimation within her Wuji Killing Dao from the Taiqing Wuji Sword, she needed to defeat a succession of powerful opponents during the process of refining her Sword Intent with the Secret Technique.
However, as she had progressed in her cultivation and the Wuji Killing Dao neared completion, her strength became more and more formidable, making it increasingly difficult to find a suitable opponent.
And now, after defeating Dabagan and Xia Jianlong, Lin Xing had become the most suitable opponent in her eyes.
Her internal Sword Intent erupted like boiling magma.
The Swordswoman had a strong premonition that by defeating Lin Xing before her, she would surely complete her Wuji Killing Dao, forming the entire picture of her double sublimated techniques.