The Dragon's Magic Code

Chapter 9 Overcoming Obstacles

Soon, the duel between the two people on the stage came to an end. Pang Yanshi, the Nine-Fingered Dual Swordsman, prevailed.

However, Pang Yanshi did not appear to be very excited despite winning. Instead, his blood-red eyes were staring straight at Lin Yan.

He pointed his twin curved blades at Lin Yan. Suddenly, his body emitted waves of energy as he spun his blades.

"Lin Yan, I didn't expect you to come! I lost to you last time, but I will win for sure today!"

Three years ago, Pang Yanshi had battled with Lin Yan in the competition. However, Lin Yan was far too strong for him.

With just one move, he destroyed Pang Yanshi and even severed one of his fingers.

In a way, Lin Yan was the one who bestowed on him the name Nine-Fingered Dual Swordsman.

With the grudges he had for Lin Yan, Pang Yanshi should be fuming with anger.

However, when he saw Lin Yan's fate, his heart suddenly felt much lighter.

At that moment, the Assembly of Stars was halfway through.

If he didn't take action now, he might not win a good position in the Assembly of Stars.

"What's the reward for winning first place?"

Lin Yan's expression was cold as he asked the question.

Hearing this, the crowd of over a hundred people in Starlight Tower looked at each other. Then, they broke out laughing.

"First place? Do you think you can win? What wishful thinking! Haha, Lin Yan, you're funny!"

"Lin Yan, do you think you're still who you were three years ago? You indeed beat the returnees here at the Assembly of Stars three years ago!"

"However, things are different now. We have already reached the peak of the Seventh Stage of Body Tempering. While you... You're just a kid at the Fifth Stage! How dare you fight with us!"

"Lin Yan, you're crazy. Are you asleep and dreaming? Hah! Head home and hit the hay then!"

Starlight Tower was full of raucous laughter. Almost everyone thought that Lin Yan was grasping at straws to save his reputation.

However, Huang Suqiu stood up at that moment. She politely cupped her hands and answered Lin Yan.

"The first prize this year is the chance to meditate on the Heavenly Star Painting."

As she spoke, she pointed at the crystal screen above her with her fair finger. The surface of the screen flickered and rotated in a particular pattern.

"Heavenly Star Painting?"

Lin Yan was startled. His gaze gradually focused and landed on the Heavenly Star Painting.

It was rumored that the Heavenly Star Painting was the work of an expert who had joined the Five-Spirits Sect. This expert used the orbit of the Heavenly Star to comprehend a powerful technique.

For the benefit of future generations, he had engraved the secrets and mysteries of the heavens within the Heavenly Star Painting.

The Heavenly Star Painting was kept away and only taken out at the Assembly of Stars for all to feast their eyes on.

"If I'm not mistaken, the Heavenly Star Painting here isn't complete. There should be some restrictive spell that changes the orbit of the stars," Lin Yan muttered to himself as he analyzed the painting.

He then fixed a murderous glare on Pang Yanshi while a contrasting smile suddenly tugged at the corners of his mouth.

"Very well. You are a worthy opponent!"

Lin Yan smiled. He held a wooden sword in his hand and slowly walked up to the arena as everyone watched.

However, Pang Yanshi roared in anger, his face twitching as he glared at Lin Yan.

"Lin Yan, what do you mean by this? A wooden sword? Who do you think you're looking down on?"

"Is the famous Nine-Fingered Dual Swordsman and the strength of Seventh Stage of Body Tempering not worth your true strength?"

"True strength?" Lin Yan was stunned. He laughed, "I'm afraid of accidentally killing you!"

He was afraid of accidentally... killing him?

Accidentally killing him?

Killing him?!

How presumptuous! How arrogant! Just who did Lin Yan think he was?!

Pang Yanshi couldn't stand it anymore. He roared, and power surged from his body, causing streams of air currents to circle him.

With a sharp kick, he shot forward, spiraling like an arrow from a bow with dual sabers in his hand, fully intending to end Lin Yan.

The sharp sound of metal clanging echoed through the air as the sabers flashed.

The dual sabers danced, forming light and shadows as they flew by, like a giant snake baring its fangs.

The crowd cheered him on as they looked on eagerly. On the other hand, Lin Yan didn't move a muscle.

It was as if Lin Yan was unable to move and was allowing himself to be slaughtered. Could it be that Lin Yan had admitted defeat before he could even attack?

The next moment, a faint silver light flashed in the depths of Lin Yan's eyes.

Pang Yanshi brandished his dual knives. With his infinite strength coupled with the sharp blades, he was unstoppable.

However, after practicing the Art of Sword-Drawing and the Separation of Yuan Qi, Lin Yan had reached his peak and possessed a unique understanding of the sword technique.

At that moment, Lin Yan did not see a giant snake with sharp fangs rushing at him.

Instead, he saw a flawed, mediocre person who only knew how to cut and slash. In his opinion, the man's technique was sloppy and full of holes.

He took a small step back and thrust the wooden sword in his hand in a specific direction.

There was no Yuan Qi undulation.

There was no surging power.

It was just an ordinary strike, yet it successfully withstood Pang Yanshi's slash and stopped the powerful man dead in his tracks.

Pang Yanshi's eyes widened in shock and disbelief.

His dual knives and Lin Yan's wooden sword were locked in a stalemate.

"How is this possible?! Lin Yan only has a wooden sword. Pang Yanshi should be able to break it with just a little effort!"

"Is Pang Yanshi toying with him?"

"I don't think so. I think it's Lin Yan that is playing with Pang Yanshi!"

Just about everyone had their opinion on the Art of Sword. At that moment, their eyes were all on Lin Yan's sword.

"How dare you humiliate me?!"

"Lin Yan, you can use whatever moves you have. I do not need your pity!"

Pang Yanshi jumped. The air current around him grew while the twin sabers in his hands emitted a faint light.

"Three-Thousand Killing Streaks!" Pang Yanshi roared.

Suddenly, Pang Yanshi's figure blurred and he disappeared from the arena.

The only thing that could be seen were the shadows of an ocean of blades closing in on Lin Yan from all directions.

It was like a thunderstorm of blades descending on Lin Yan to trap him.

Everyone thought the legend of Lin Yan was about to end there and then. What a gruesome conclusion it would be!

Suddenly, an indescribable fury burned within Lin Yan's heart. He tightened his grip on the wooden sword.

"I will show you 40% of my strength as you wish," Lin Yan said calmly.

He closed his eyes and shut out all sound, ignoring the saber shadows closing in on him. His attention was wholly on the sword in his hand.

His sword was a killing sword.

It was the Sword of Martial Arts!

He drew his sword.

"Art of Sword-Drawing!"

The wooden sword flew out of its sheath.

A faint yellow light shone on the edge of the blade, spreading in all directions at an astonishing speed.

The blast filled the arena and a loud, deafening whoosh was heard.

The flash of light swept over the arena, effortlessly shattering the saber shadows.

In the ensuing void, a stream of blood sprayed out in all directions.

"Ah!"

A shrill cry rang out. Pang Yanshi rematerialized and staggered back.

There was a streak of blood on his arm. His breathing was much weaker than before and he was sweating profusely.

One of his blades was smashed to pieces and lay scattered on the ground.

The crowd gasped.

Everyone was shocked, their eyes comically wide. The lively Assembly of Stars fell into stark silence at that moment.