The Young Lord of the Underworld Palace continued with a confident smile. Unless he is still holding back, but I believe that is absolutely impossible. He has already used so many techniques.
As his words fell, the Young Lord also flew directly towards the arena.
Both sides ascended the stage and stood facing each other on the vast platform.
At this moment, the eyes of the entire venue were focused on the arena.
This match could truly be described as the centre of universal attention. Beyond the contest itself, there was the personal enmity between Lin Yun and the Young Lord of the Underworld Palace. It was destined to be extremely fierce.
Brother Lin Yun’s match will probably be quite difficult.
I hope Lin Yun can win.
Hong Yuan, Dong Jian, and Manor Lord Wu all appeared tense.
At the far end of the square.
Brother Lin Yun’s fight is very important. Martial God also watched the arena nervously.
We shall see how he performs. Flying Shadow Golden Lord murmured.
Flying Shadow Golden Lord knew clearly that the strength Lin Yun had displayed when defeating his eldest disciple would not be enough to reach the top four.
To advance in this round, Lin Yun would need to demonstrate even greater power.
As for whether Lin Yun could show stronger strength, he naturally did not know.
But he was rather curious.
Even the teams from top forces in the VIP seats were now discussing this match, debating who would emerge victorious.
Brother Lin Yun, good luck. Sisters Yu Rou and Yu Qing silently cheered Lin Yun on.
On the arena.
Young Lord of the Underworld Palace, the grudge between us can finally be settled on this stage. I have long awaited this. Lin Yun said with a faint smile.
Lin Yun, I too have long awaited it. I must admit, your performance in the Peak Competition has exceeded my expectations. In my view, you should never have reached the top fifty, let alone this round. The Young Lord stated.
Yet he abruptly changed tone, revealing a ferocious grin. However, this Young Lord will certainly defeat you. Your run as a dark horse ends with me. I will make you understand that there is, after all, a gap between us. I will make you lose miserably.
Young Lord of the Underworld Palace, are you still so confident? In that case, let us begin. If I win, I likewise will not let you off easily.
As his words concluded, Lin Yun immediately drew his treasured sword. Powerful inner force, strengthened by the Tree of Origin, surged forth from his body.
Flying Shadow Sword Art, Three Yang Slash.
Sword radiance carrying two streams of sword qi, infused with yin-soft and eerie power, abruptly struck towards the Young Lord of the Underworld Palace.
Origin-level divine sense and late-stage Saint Body physical power erupted fully, merging into this sword strike.
Six divine veins burst forth suddenly. The Heart of Power Origin also ignited instantly, causing the might of Lin Yun’s sword to surge once more.
The treasured sword sliced through space with astonishing force, crushing towards the Young Lord of the Underworld Palace.
The strength he unleashed was almost exactly the same as that displayed when defeating the Blood Moon Alliance elder.
He clearly had no intention of wasting time with the Young Lord and erupted completely from the outset.
The Young Lord of the Underworld Palace would need to bring out his true abilities to contend.
The onsite audience watched the arena without blinking.
In previous rounds, the Young Lord had not yet faced particularly strong opponents. Thus, he had not yet revealed his true strength and techniques.
Lin Yun, allow me to show you my real capabilities.
With a wave of his hand, the Young Lord conjured a black puppet approximately five metres tall out of thin air, then produced a black long staff.
This black puppet was refined from beastman corpses, but after refinement, it was utterly unrecognisable. Its body had been augmented with many other materials.
The instant the black puppet appeared, it abruptly opened its eyes. A pair of crimson blood lights flickered within, as if brimming with overwhelming murderous aura.
Under the control of the Young Lord’s black long staff, the puppet charged forward in an instant, blocking Lin Yun’s attack.
Boom.
Lin Yun’s strike smashed fiercely into the black puppet, forcing it back a distance and leaving a sword gash on its body.
Yet it seemed to feel no pain whatsoever and rapidly charged towards Lin Yun once more.
What a powerful puppet.
The Young Lord of the Underworld Palace can already control such a formidable puppet.
The onsite audience exclaimed in astonishment.
This black puppet was entirely different from those metallic constructs. It possessed neither consciousness nor life, relying completely on external control.
