"Damn!"
That thing... why does it look exactly like the seven-inch sword in Zack Zhao's hand?
Just now, the dirt and stone were blasted into the air by the qi. Did he actually use sword qi to grind that rubble into the shape of a sword?
To everyone watching, the sword in the boy's hand on stage was clearly a seven-inch blade, carved straight out of dirt and stone!
That stone sword looked almost identical to the one in Zack Zhao’s hand. But not only that—the sword in the boy’s hand was actually solid, shrouded with a layer of fine white mist, and its aura was razor sharp!
I told you to draw your Misty Rain Sword. What, you don’t listen?
Evan Lin spoke indifferently, gripping his sword of shaped stone and dirt, swinging it straight at Zack Zhao!
Whoosh!
The stone sword in Evan’s hand clashed head-on with the condensed qi blade in Zack Zhao’s.
A wild blast of wind exploded out from the two of them at the center.
“No wonder the dirt and stone were pushed up into the air by sword qi, then ground into a sword shape under its force. Every bit of that was his doing!”
All anyone could hear was a rapid barrage of crashing sounds.
In just a few seconds, dozens of collisions rang out, the echoes lingering in everyone’s ears.
But when they looked again, they saw a figure blasted backward, slamming down on the far end of the arena with a thunderous crash.
"That’s Zack Zhao!"
How is this possible? Zack Zhao actually lost?
How could his sword, condensed from pure qi, get beaten back by a sword made of stone and dirt?
Borrowing force sounds easy, but actually doing it is insanely hard. And shaping dirt and stone into a sword with qi—timing it so he caught the stone sword right as Zack Zhao charged in? That’s even crazier.
Then they looked to the other side—Evan Lin stood there calmly, the stone sword in his hand now covered in deep cracks. The whole blade was battered and barely holding together, like one more hit would shatter it completely.
Does this count as... mutual destruction?
Someone hesitantly spoke up.
They saw Evan Lin standing there, unmoving, but the stone sword in his hand was riddled with cracks. Everyone assumed he was just barely holding on, gravely injured inside.
Otherwise, how could he possibly still be standing there unharmed after blasting Zack Zhao across the arena?
“Where’s your Misty Rain Sword?”
The stone sword's power was worlds apart from Zack Zhao's own blade, but in that split second, Evan Lin struck thirty-six times, each hit landing on the weakest spot of Zack's qi-forged sword, chipping away at its strength bit by bit.
“If you don’t draw the Misty Rain Sword, you’ll never even scratch me. Every bit of power in this broken sword comes from your first sword’s sword qi. I didn’t use even a hint of my own strength to break your qi-forged blade. Don’t you get it yet?”
Evan spoke in a soft, distant voice.
It took insane skill and sword sense to target every weak point and find the openings.
In the end, Zack Zhao had no choice but to shatter his own qi sword just to escape that deadly moment. But even then, Evan’s stone sword tapped him and sent him sprawling, leaving him a mess.
Borrowing force against force!
Evan Lin stood over Zack Zhao and casually kicked him in the face.
Zack Zhao shot out like a broken kite, flying far across the arena.
“Who is he anyway? I’ve never heard of anyone like this in Jinnan. Even the legendary Master Whitecloud probably couldn’t pull something like this off!”
The crowd below heard Evan Lin’s words and felt their hearts turn upside down.
“Borrowing force against force—what a move!” Uncle Victor Li shook his head and sighed, his admiration pouring out like a river.
“He’s really that strong…?”
Yvonne Zhu’s expression kept shifting.
Borrowing force sounds simple, but pulling it off is insanely hard. Not to mention shaping dirt and stone into a sword with qi, and timing it so that he grabs the stone sword right as Zack Zhao closes in.
It all looked perfectly timed, almost like fate.
“Damn it!”
“Who is this kid, anyway?”
The crowd below fell silent. Watching Zack Zhao—usually one of the big shots—get booted around with no dignity made their eyelids twitch. They could barely believe what they were seeing.
“Using my sword to break my sword… That sword qi is way weaker than the sword I just condensed! How did you pull that off?”
Zack Zhao gritted his teeth, voice trembling with anger.
With a swoosh, Zack Zhao was sent flying again.
The audience only heard the constant clashing, but only Zack Zhao knew how dangerous that instant truly was.
He didn’t even get a chance to swing his sword for real—he was suppressed the whole time. If he’d made a single mistake, he’d have been chopped down by the stone sword.
Only with a desperate burst, shattering his own qi sword, did Zack finally escape. But even then, Evan’s stone sword tapped him and sent him flying, leaving him in a sorry state.
The North and South Arenas were hundreds of meters apart, but from Evan’s vantage point, he could clearly see two figures fighting in midair, locked in a fierce battle. Every time their qi-forged swords collided, a shockwave would ripple out, with shattered stones flying everywhere like a tidal wave.
Evan Lin stood in front of Zack Zhao and casually kicked him in the face.
Zack Zhao flew out like a broken kite.
“I’ll give you thirty more seconds to think about it.”
Zack had barely landed when Evan Lin strolled over, expressionless, and kicked him in the stomach again.
With a thud, Zack Zhao was kicked right back to where he started.
“Draw your sword! Show me your Misty Rain Sword! Isn’t the Southriver Sword Sect’s Five Swords supposed to be unbeatable?”
Evan Lin’s voice was cold as he turned and kicked again.
Zack Zhao was like a soccer ball, getting booted around by Evan Lin, never even getting a chance to stand up.
“That’s Zack Zhao, the little genius of the Southriver Sword Sect!”
“How does he not have a single chance to fight back?”
“Who the hell is this guy?”
The crowd below was silent. Watching Zack Zhao—usually one of the top dogs—get kicked around with zero dignity made their eyelids twitch. They could hardly believe it.
“Come on, draw your sword! Do you even have the Misty Rain Sword, or was that all talk?”
Evan Lin kicked Zack Zhao in the face again, shattering his nose and sending blood flying.
With a whoosh, Zack Zhao was sent flying once more.
Just as Evan Lin was about to step forward, he suddenly sensed a surge of powerful energy from nearby.
At the same time, a fierce wind roared, mixed with countless cries of astonishment.
Evan Lin stood on the arena, glancing toward the North Arena.
The North and South Arenas were hundreds of meters apart, but from Evan’s vantage point, he could clearly see two figures fighting in midair, locked in a fierce battle. Every so often, two qi-forged swords collided, sending shockwaves and shattered stone flying like a tidal wave.
Up on the North Arena, the weather seemed to shift.
Drake Yu and Colin Su weren’t easy opponents—their clash was drawing attention from all the other arenas.
Meanwhile, Zack Zhao, nose broken and bleeding, shakily got to his feet and coughed up more blood, his eyes blazing red.
He glared at Evan Lin, grinding his teeth. “You really must have a death wish!”
Task 2 completed: All missing lines (21-73) have been translated. Next, I will review and polish the translations for minor style corrections and terminology consistency.