The moment Tiger Hua revealed his Ziwei Golden Armor, streams of sword-qi began surging wildly, mixed with the sound of blades and spears clashing—like an army of thousands charging in. Above his head, a massive black vortex of sword intent formed.
"Kill!" Right then, in full view of the crowd, Tiger Hua didn’t hesitate. His powerful sword-qi formed a barrage of ten thousand swords, blasting toward Ryan Ling, as if the whole arena was sealed off by sword formation.
"One man controlling ten thousand swords? If I hadn’t seen it myself, I’d never believe it. The world’s number-one sword master really is godlike!"
"Today’s pure luck, man. If I hadn’t witnessed this, I’d regret it for life. So badass! Forget ten thousand swords—I’d be family legend if I could control a hundred!"
"Hurry up and learn something! For us sword fans, this is a total feast. How many times in your life do you get a chance like this?"
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With all the sword practitioners shouting in excitement, guys and girls, old and young, started moving—clearly hoping to pick up some tricks. Even a little insight here would be a huge boost for them!
Just then, countless sharp swords swept straight toward Ryan Ling.
"Clang! Clang! Clang!..."
In an instant, the whole area was filled with the explosive sound of diamond-hard body clashing with sharp swords—the impact was solid and crisp.
Ryan Ling looked like he’d just been turned into a human pincushion—his whole body was hit by swords from every direction. The crowd was freaked out; seeing it in person was almost unbelievable.
At this point, even though plenty of people were still rooting for Tiger Hua, even more were secretly blown away by Ryan Ling, this eighteen-year-old kid. He’d just shrugged off four Tiger Fist blows and now was tanking a sword storm—his defense would be called unbeatable in any city!
"Ryan Ling!" In Divine Medicine Valley, everyone—even Cindy Sun—could only stare. Franklin Fu, the Golden Sword Gate’s sect master, had his jaw hanging open. He was supposed to be Dragonridge’s number-one sword cultivator, but in a battle like this, he was basically an ant.
"Kid, you wanna act cocky? I’ll show you! Sword and halberd barrage!" Tiger Hua roared, and his sword-qi morphed into a hundred long halberds charging at Ryan Ling. These were pure sword-qi, but their killing power was way higher than any real weapon!
With a crash, the hundred-halberd attack finally made Ryan’s defense wobble—just a bit!
Bang! One strand of sword-qi actually punched through his shirt, and the mysterious golden glow on his body trembled. Weird runes beneath his skin started jumping around.
"What the..." Ryan Ling froze for a second. He hadn’t expected his Yanluo Golden Body to show a crack like that.
"Ryan Ling, quit using your golden body as a crash test dummy! Your Yanluo Golden Body’s just been forged, and there’s still a bunch of details unfinished. If Tiger Hua hadn’t shown up early, I’d have made you train three more days. So now, get proactive—go sword-to-sword! You won’t lose to him!" The System popped up to remind him.
Ryan nodded slightly. His Yanluo Golden Body really wasn’t fully complete—maybe ninety percent done. But when he heard Divine Medicine Valley was in danger, he had to rush out early.
Honestly, this golden body test was pretty much done. If he could tank ten thousand swords, that was good enough for now. Another three to seven days, and he’d be the strongest body under Void Realm—guaranteed.
Of course, nobody outside knew the real reason. When they saw Ryan Ling’s defense crack, all the folks siding with Tiger Hua—including the Hong Kong Huo Clan—started cheering like crazy.
"Look! See? That kid finally can’t hold up. His mysterious golden body defense is wild—never seen anything like it—but even the toughest body can’t handle ten thousand swords!"
"No way he could block that! If he could, he’d be a god. I’ve been watching his defense too, and it’s nuts. I finally figured it out—he’s gotta be packing some insane defensive gear. No way he’d be so cocky otherwise. But now, even that gear can’t stop Tiger Hua’s attack! Ha!"
"Ryan Ling, you’ve been showing off in East River State for way too long. Time to pay up!"
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The jeers just kept coming. After everything Ryan Ling had pulled lately, plenty of folks were so jealous their teeth hurt.
Right then, Tiger Hua grinned with satisfaction. This time, his attack had finally worked. In a normal fight, once you break someone’s defense, finishing them off is easy.
"Flash in the pan, kid! You’re just a flash—" Tiger Hua started to gloat, but before he could finish, a terrifying sword-qi erupted from inside Ryan Ling.
Boom! All the swords and halberds pinning him exploded outward. A bunch of Huo Clan servants got thrown to the ground; Lang Chen’s legs were sliced clean off, and he hit the dirt screaming in pain.
"Ten thousand swords at once? Big deal!" Ryan Ling said, his whole body blazing with sword-qi. In that instant, the sound of blades clashing filled the air, even louder than Tiger Hua’s—and mixed in were warhorse screams, dragon roars, and tiger howls.
Seeing this, Tiger Hua couldn’t help but step back two paces, totally stunned.
The truest test of a sword master is their sword-qi—the stronger your sword-qi, the stronger you are. Tiger Hua had spent over thirty years building his, but Ryan Ling was just a teenager!
You can’t fake that kind of sword-qi with gear or artifacts—it’s all about real strength!
Tiger Hua refused to believe Ryan Ling’s sword-qi could possibly outclass his own!
"I want you dead! DEAD!" Tiger Hua finally snapped, blasting out his sword-qi at full power. Before, he’d held back a little—now he was going all out!
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In that instant, sword-qi and killing intent filled the sky. Tiger Hua’s long hair whipped up in the wind.
"Kill!"
"Kill!"
"Kill!"