Chapter 391: That’s About Enough

“I think Master Lei will win.”

Another man in a purple training outfit, lean in build and sharp-eyed, interjected, “No matter how strong Master Lin is, he couldn’t possibly defeat Master Lei, who’s at the peak of Dark Force, right? If he did, that would be way too astonishing.”

“I agree with Brother Lu. Although Master Lin is certainly formidable, compared to Master Lei, he still seems to fall a bit short.”

Wei Chenguang, who had been silent, finally spoke. Yet in his tone, there was no longer the slightest hint of disrespect toward Lin Xiao. “Haven’t you noticed? It’s been Master Lei taking the offensive the entire time, while Master Lin has only been defending.”

Everyone looked closely—and it was indeed so.

“Master Lin’s strength still falls a bit short… but he’s already amazing…” someone sighed.

“Hmph! My master will not lose!” Chen Lingxin, who had been listening attentively, could no longer hold back and interrupted, “If you don’t believe it, then watch closely.”

As the crowd spoke, the situation on the field changed once more.

Just as Wei Chenguang had said, at the start of the battle, Lin Xiao had indeed taken a defensive stance and hadn’t initiated any attacks.

But it wasn’t that Lin Xiao couldn’t—it was that he didn’t want to.

With his level of cultivation, if he really went all out, even if Lei Qianting had stepped half a foot into Flowing Force, he still wouldn’t be able to withstand it.

After all, half-step into Flowing Force was still not true Flowing Force, while Lin Xiao was a genuine Flowing Force master.

It was rare to encounter a worthy opponent. There was no way Lin Xiao would end the battle quickly. He was determined to temper himself properly.

Lei Qianting didn’t know that he had already been made into Lin Xiao’s sparring partner. At this moment, he only felt powerful and launched a storm-like assault on Lin Xiao. Every move and strike was heavy and forceful, inner energy flaring.

Lin Xiao retreated three steps in a row, each step stamping a deep footprint into the ground.

Yet he still held back, like a tiger toying with prey, intent on playing before the kill.

Time passed. In the blink of an eye, five or six minutes had gone by. The manor’s main hall was in complete disarray. The bluestone tiles in the combat area were shattered like bullets flying through the air.

Fortunately, all the spectators were martial artists. Otherwise, someone would’ve been injured by the flying debris. Even so, everyone had backed away by more than ten meters.

“Heavens, this… this is terrifying.”

“Yeah… they’ve been fighting for at least five or six minutes, and it’s still this intense…”

Everyone stared at the two fighters in shock and disbelief.

They knew that fights between ancient martial artists weren’t about long, drawn-out duels. Even one minute was considered a long time.

Victory in ancient martial arts came in an instant.

In the heat of battle, Lei Qianting suddenly lifted a leg and kicked at Lin Xiao’s chest.

After a continuous barrage of fierce attacks, even Lei Qianting, with his abundant stamina, felt a bit fatigued. What alarmed him even more was that Lin Xiao seemed like a bottomless abyss, nullifying all of his attacks.

Of course, he didn’t think Lin Xiao was stronger than him. He just assumed Lin Xiao’s cultivation method was special. So he used this kick to adjust his breath and recover.

Thus, while the kick was strong, its speed was slightly slower.

Lei Qianting’s waning power did not escape Lin Xiao’s notice. A flicker of disappointment flashed through his eyes, though he quickly returned to normal.

“That’s about enough.”

“What do you mean?”

Hearing Lin Xiao’s words, Lei Qianting was startled. But before he could react, he saw a sharp glint in Lin Xiao’s eyes. Instead of dodging the incoming kick, Lin Xiao stepped forward into close range, raised his right hand above his head, and brought it down in a blade-like strike.

Swish!

Lin Xiao’s entire hand turned bluish-black, as if forged from steel, shimmering with a metallic sheen. The power was terrifying, the sharpness overwhelming—as though it could cleave even a mountain in two.

“Not good!”

A sudden sense of danger surged in Lei Qianting’s heart. Abandoning his attack on Lin Xiao, he withdrew his leg as fast as possible and crossed an arm to block the incoming strike.

Lin Xiao’s hand-blade struck Lei Qianting’s arm, making a deafening metallic clang. The sleeve on Lei Qianting’s arm tore open, revealing pale golden skin underneath.

A strike capable of cutting gold and breaking jade left only a faint red mark on Lei Qianting’s arm—not a single drop of blood spilled.

Though the strike didn’t land as intended, Lin Xiao showed no sign of disappointment, not even the slightest ripple of emotion. It was merely a casual blow.

Lin Xiao’s body shifted. His movements flowed. He circled behind Lei Qianting and wrapped his arms around Lei Qianting’s sturdy waist. Inner energy surged—he was about to hurl Lei Qianting away.

“So fast!”

Lei Qianting was shocked, but not flustered. He sank his waist and dropped his shoulders, his legs forming a horse stance. In an instant, his body seemed rooted to the ground.

Thousand-Jin Drop!

At that moment, Lei Qianting’s body became as heavy as a mountain. Even his feet sank into the ground.

Lei Qianting believed that no matter how strong Lin Xiao was, he couldn’t budge him now. If Lin Xiao was even slightly slower, Lei Qianting could seize the moment to regain the initiative.

But in the next instant, Lei Qianting realized he was wrong.

Completely wrong.

“Get up.”

Light burst from Lin Xiao’s eyes. He let out a low roar. His spine arched like a bow, his arms bulged with steel-like muscles. A terrifying power surged from within, lifting Lei Qianting’s immensely heavy body into the air. Spinning twice in place, he hurled him outward.

Strength to uproot mountains—might unmatched in the world.

Only this phrase could describe Lin Xiao’s current momentum.

Lei Qianting’s massive body was thrown through the air. For the first time, shock filled his eyes. Unable to find footing midair, he activated Dark Force to shield his entire body and pushed his Iron Shirt technique to the limit, then crashed into an artificial mountain.

The artificial mountain was smashed to pieces by Lei Qianting’s impact. Shards of stone flew in all directions, some even hitting spectators nearby.

Though he collided with the mountain, Lei Qianting remained completely unharmed, just a bit dusty.

Flames of anger flickered in Lei Qianting’s eyes. With a kip-up, he sprang to his feet, ready to pounce on Lin Xiao—but suddenly, his hair stood on end.

Lin Xiao charged at him like lightning—an azure-black fist aimed directly at his head.

The fist, dark with a bluish hue, grew larger and larger in Lei Qianting’s eyes. In a flash, it was right in front of him.

The fierce, violent, and overwhelming aura from the punch made Lei Qianting’s forehead throb. Instinctively, he leaned back—he could feel that if this blow landed, the consequences would be dire.

Whoosh!

Just when Lei Qianting thought he was about to be blasted away, the fist suddenly stopped a few inches from his forehead. The wind it carried swept past him, making his training clothes flutter wildly, snapping in the air.

Behind the fist, Lin Xiao’s eyes were calm. “Master Lei, shall we continue?”