"Ryan Ling, why haven't you crippled your own martial arts yet? Do you think my words are just hot air?" Nate Ye's face twisted with rage, his jaw clenched tight. The aura of "Dragon-Slaying" was already choking Lily Liu, her face flushed red, her whole body convulsing—her life or death hung by a thread.
You have to understand, this 'Dragon-Slaying' is the strongest strike of the Raging Tides Triple Slash—even the toughest martial artists can't withstand it, let alone Lily Liu.
Plus, those shameless Wuzhou bastards had every blade pointed at her. In a situation like this, Lily Liu had zero hope of rescue—her only choice was to accept their demands.
Right now, everyone was staring at Ryan Ling. Deep down, they all knew Wuzhou was dead set on crippling this kid—for as long as he existed, Wuzhou would be nailed to the pillar of shame forever.
"Don’t—don’t worry about me, Ryan!" Lily Liu, even in agony, knew how vital Ryan Ling was to Harbor City. Right now, she had to make a choice.
"Shut up, bitch! Break her legs first!" Darren Deng snarled, grinding his teeth.
In a flash, Walter Dai and Quentin Qiu didn’t hesitate at all—they grabbed their swords and slashed straight for her legs.
At that moment, Lily Liu had already closed her eyes, like she was ready to go down fighting with these bastards.
"No!" Warren Yuan and Jason Lin had already sensed something was off, and shouted at the top of their lungs.
But right at that split second, a sword-light flashed—everyone saw the dragon-shaped Red Dragon Sword burst out from Ryan Ling’s back, slicing through the air. This was no ordinary blade—it was the legendary Red Dragon Sword. In that moment, Ryan’s mind was blank; he did only one thing: he channeled every ounce of qi from the Purgatory Soul-Suppressing Art and calculated how to unleash Red Dragon Slash in the shortest possible time, to kill everyone on the spot.
It was risky, but he was at least ninety percent sure it would work.
Lily Liu didn’t want him to cripple his own martial arts, and Ryan Ling absolutely didn’t want Lily Liu to die at the hands of these scumbags.
So, faced with this impossible choice, he had to take the gamble. Life and death were up to fate—he was willing to bear the consequences.
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
As the Red Dragon Sword struck, Ryan Ling’s mind was filled with nothing but murderous intent.
It happened in a flash—everything went down like lightning, and ended just as fast!
A single wave of sword-qi swept out. Darren Deng, the two Dai brothers, Quentin Qiu, and a dozen Wuzhou martial arts elites—all lost their heads in an instant. It was so fast, some people felt their hearts nearly stopped, like being on a roller coaster.
But even more unbelievable—Nate Ye’s strongest strike of the Raging Tides Triple Slash shattered instantly, his blue-green longsword was sliced in half, and at the same time, Red Dragon Slash pierced straight through his chest, nailing him alive to the tournament’s giant flagpole.
It was all too fast, too unreal—like a god striking, a demon swinging the sword. In just a blink or two, it was over. Ryan Ling had wiped out every last one of them.
At that moment, the whole arena was suffocatingly silent—not a sound, except for the gurgling of blood pouring from Nate Ye’s chest on the flagpole.
Not a single highlight from the tournament could compare to this—not even one in ten million. Everyone just stared blankly at Ryan Ling, at this nearly godlike teenager.
Ryan scooped up the fainted Lily Liu in his arms, then shot a fierce glare at the Wuzhou stands. In that moment, none of Wuzhou’s martial elites or big shots dared utter a word—almost all of them collapsed to the ground in terror.
Right then, Wuzhou’s martial heart was utterly shattered!
From this day on, Wuzhou would only decline. As long as Ryan Ling was alive, Harbor City would stomp them into the dirt!
"Let’s go." Ryan didn’t say much, just tossed out two words, calm as a breeze.
With everyone watching, Ryan Ling slowly walked out of the arena.
And the instant he stepped out, the whole stadium exploded into thunderous cheers—everyone went absolutely wild. All the streaming platforms crashed instantly; just today’s tips alone blew past every yearly record.
The title “Jiangnan’s Young King”—he’d earned it, fair and square!
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