Chapter 161: You Don't Have A Chance

  "Is it?" Jian Ka's face turned cold with a hint of madness in his eyes: "Not necessarily!"

  "Bang!"

  Jian Jia clenched his fists with both hands, his entire body tensed up, and the sword in his hand emitted a white glow once again. However, this time, an inexplicable aura emanated from his entire being.

  "Uh——" Jian Jia Cheng hummed, not opening his mouth. A thread of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and then his body suddenly started trembling violently. It wasn't until several breaths later that he calmed down.

  Lightly, Jian Ka Cheng's somewhat trembling hand extended out of his sword, pointing directly at Xia Lin!

  "Damn it!"

  An elder on the stage suddenly felt something was off, "It's the sixth form of Floating Light Swordsmanship. At his current level, he is far from being able to wield it. Forcing himself to cast it will likely require a month of recovery."

  "A month? Is that what you're saying?" another elder exclaimed in surprise.

  "Not bad, this time if he fails, he will miss the Name Sword Conference of this session." The elder stared at Jian Jia Cheng and said.

  Everyone fell silent at once.

  Jian Ye waved his hand and said calmly, "Just watch."

  On stage, Jian Cheng's aura gathered stronger and stronger, standing quietly there, yet an ominous battle intent emanated from all around him.

  It seemed as if everyone thought they saw a sword!

  Xia Lin looked at Jian Jia Cheng in front of him and said calmly: "Is it worth it for a competition?"

  Jian Jia Cheng looked at him, his eyes without a hint of fear: "A disciple of Jian Jia, will never be allowed to fail! Especially in a battle where there is an obvious chance of winning! Even if there's only a thread of hope, I'll seize it!"

  Xia nodded slightly. Then smiled calmly: "Very good, you are a qualified sword cultivator. However, not a very good martial artist."

  "You have the persistence of a swordsman, but you don't have the eyesight of a warrior. I'm going to make you know that in this battle, you won't have any chance!"

  Xia Lin's faint words seemed to heavily strike Jian Jia Cheng's heart.

  Jian Jia's eyes burst out in anger, "I am a sword cultivator, one who can stand at the peak of sword cultivation!"

  "Boom!"

  The momentum has gathered. Jian Jia Cheng stopped wasting words and charged towards Xia Lin with his entire body.

  It was just this once, because of the excessive speed, it seemed like a flash of lightning, Jian Ka's entire body actually floated up into the air! A streak of lightning flashed by in mid-air!

  Jian Jia Cheng's figure had vanished, leaving behind only a white flash of lightning!

  "Floating Light Sword Style. Sixth Form!"

  Dazzling white light blinded everyone's eyes, making this moment, the crowd in front of them became dim, but no one was disappointed, because in this battle, they saw it without regret. Who would have thought that from the beginning of the competition, such a wonderful and exciting match could be seen? Regardless of whether Jian Kaicheng can win or not, regardless of whether Xia Lin can hold on or not, the two of them are already considered absolute strong players in everyone's heart!

  Especially Jian Jia Cheng's final sword move, that one stroke of white elegance. It will surely stay in everyone's heart forever.

  Bai Mang had just taken a breath when he arrived in front of Xia.

  But the eyes of everyone. It took a few breaths to recover their sight, and gradually they were able to see things in front of them, but at this time, what everyone heard was a voice of exclamation, as well as the shocked gaze of all people.

  The Floating Light Sword Technique stabbed down and arrived in front of Xia.

  Even so, that terrifying sword was only an inch away from Xia Lin's throat, but this one-inch distance seemed to be unable to pierce down again, because on the opposite side of this sword were two fingers, two white and tender fingers.

  The crowd was shocked to discover that Xia Lin's two fingers had sandwiched Jian Jia Cheng's long sword in between, rendering it completely immobile, as steady as Mount Tai.

  "What?!"

  The family elders were shocked and stood up, staring at this scene in shock.

  That's no ordinary sword, that's the Floating Light Sword Technique Sixth Form! A move that Jian Kaicheng risked severe injury to execute was so easily broken through, it's truly unbelievable.

  "How...is this possible?" Jingga said with some difficulty.

  Xia Lin did not attack him, but he himself was already pale, his lips were white, and he had lost all his strength.

  "I've said it before, you don't have a chance." Xia Lin said calmly.

  Jian Jia Cheng sneered, already understanding Xia Lin's meaning. Realm, I'm higher than you, you're not qualified! Want to challenge me across levels? Sorry, my swordsmanship is also higher than yours! You still don't have a chance.

  With a bitter smile, Jian Jia Cheng finally couldn't hold on any longer and fell to the ground with a thud. Several of his disciples hastily went over to carry him away.

  Xia Lin shook her head and walked away.

  The person holding the pen suddenly realized and wrote on the roster in his hand that Xia Lin had passed.

  At this time, watching Xia Lin step down one by one, some people finally remembered something.

  "I remember! He's that strong guy from the tavern!"

  "Which river is it? The successor of Flashing Sword Gate?"

  "No wonder, bare-handed against a white blade, one must be faster than the opponent, and only a successor of the Flash Sword Sect can achieve this!"

  "It's actually him, no wonder."

  "Never thought he was so incredibly powerful!"

  Everyone was discussing it, and the things Xia Lin had done at the inn before were also exposed. Xia Lin smiled indifferently and walked to his own position.

  Ye Jian's eyes shone with an unusual light as he gazed at him, as if a small star had flashed by, his face filled with adoration: "Master, are you really the successor of the Flash Sword Sect?"

  "No." Xia Lin looked at him with a bad attitude, "You believe this?"

  "It sounds very domineering." Ye Jian smiled, "That's a sect, after all. It's said to have strong practitioners in the Divine Realm, so it's only natural to look up to them."

  "Hmm—is it the Divine Realm?" Xia Lin smiled, "Jingzhou City is also gone, if you go, you might be able to see it."

  "That's it." Ye Jian lowered his head and muttered: "A sect is a sect, but in the family, an outsider disciple is almost equivalent to selling oneself."

  Xia Lin smiled, good guy, I'm afraid this is also one of the reasons he didn't want to join Jianjia.

  It's indeed the case, for outsiders only, after all there is some difference between them and their own disciples, and the treatment is not exactly the same. It's really no different from signing a contract of slavery, and in the end it might just be a high-level thug. So to speak, Ye Jian this kid, also has some brains.

  A magnificent battle came to an end.

  The next few battles didn't have anything out of the ordinary happen.

  There are those who admit defeat cleanly, those who fight fiercely and tragically, and those who ultimately win but suffer severe injuries. Basically... there is no hope left.

  The battle didn't end until nightfall.

  Because the trials on the first day started in the afternoon, only thirty-five matches were held that day, with a total of seventy people competing. The trials for five hundred people would take at least five days to complete.

  Compared with Xia Lin and Ye Jian who were both scheduled for the first day, Huo Jian was arranged for the fifth day!

  As for this point, everyone didn't think much of it, but Xia Lin felt a bit strange. Since Jian Jia had already started probing, why did he put Huo Jian on the fifth day? Wouldn't it be the right choice to finish the probe earlier and come up with a corresponding response strategy?

  At night, back in Ho Jian's small courtyard, Ye Jian still had an excited look on his face.

  After all, as Xia Lin said, he is still a child. After his mother left, he came all the way here and knelt in front of Huo Jian's door. He had been taking care of his sick mother before and had no contact with anything else.

  So everything today was just too novel for him.

  At first those magical swordsmanship, later exciting battles, that feeling was simply wonderful.

  "How is it? How does it feel?" Xia Lin asked, looking at Ye Jian's excited appearance.

  Ye Jian was speechless for half a day and finally said: "Too brilliant."

  "Hmph." Xia Lin and Huo Jian exchanged a smile.

  "The Famous Swords Conference is not just a simple conference," said Huo Jian to him, "If it were only the sign of the Famous Swords Conference, wouldn't the Jian family have only fame but no income and even lose money? As a large family, we must consider our own people, so in the vicinity of the Jian family, basically all are some precious swords made by the Jian family."

  "Treasured sword?" Ye Jian's eyes lit up, "What rank is it?"

  Huo Jian smiled and said, "Most of them are some first-class or second-class treasured swords. After all, third-class or higher treasured swords aren't that easy to forge. Even if there were any, the Huo family would keep them for their own use or collect them."

  "Didn't they all contribute their Four Treasures of the Study already?" Ye Jian asked in confusion.

  Xia Lin smiled and said, "That's not the same. The four-product Xuan treasure can only enhance a person's strength. If a large number of three-product Xuan treasures are released, it will increase the strength of an entire force. Moreover, don't you think that in previous years, the first place in the family building competition was always won by the family members themselves?"

  Ye Jian was stunned, clearly hadn't expected that there would be so many twists and turns inside.

  Upon careful consideration, it's indeed as Xia Lin said - the champions of the previous Swordsmanship Conferences were all disciples of Jianjia.

  "Hah, you know who the first place winner of this year's Jianjia is?" Xia Lin laughed and asked.

  "Of course it's Master." Ye Jian said without hesitation.

  Xia Lin shook her head.

  Ye Jian turned his head and glanced at Huo Jian, "Could it be Senior Huo?"

  "It's not either." Xia Lin shook his head.

  "Ah?" Ye Jian was stunned, "With Master and Huo's strength, can't they even get first place?"

  Xia Lin smiled slightly: "If I'm not mistaken, the first place in this Swordsmanship Conference should be Jianjia's young master - Jian Ming."

  "Jian Ming? Jian Ye's son, isn't he also Huo Qian's nephew?" Ye Jian's eyes lit up as he hastily asked.

  "Ah, theoretically speaking, that's indeed the case." Xia Lin nodded, "Do you still remember those people who assassinated He Qianbei that day?"

  "En, remember." Ye Jian nodded, of course he remembered. It was that day when Xia Lin's move inspired him to think about becoming his apprentice, and eventually under Huo Jian's recommendation, he became Xia Lin's apprentice.

  "Those people are the ones sent by Jianjia. Otherwise, do you think why Jianjia is always the first?" At this time, Huo Jian interrupted with a slight smile, seemingly not angry.

  "This...this..." Ye Jian was shocked, he never could have thought that it would end up like this.

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