Chapter 119: I'll Give You Three Moves!

  "There's killing intent!"

  Just as the sky was getting light, Lin Huang, who had been meditating with his eyes closed, suddenly opened them and spoke.

  Hao Renjie immediately jumped up and angrily said: "I knew it, these little devils are up to no good."

  Ting Bao's ear was pressed against the ground, signaling Hao Renjie to be quiet. "I heard it. There are footsteps, one person. The footsteps are slow and steady, should be a man."

  "It's a man holding a sword. Wearing wooden clogs and a long robe embroidered with cherry blossoms..." Yu Tian Gang said lightly.

  Tun Bao was taken aback for a moment, his eyes almost bulging out in shock, and he stammered, "You can actually hear all this?"

  "Because he saw it." Hao Renjie felt a bit helpless towards Tunbao's foolishness, the gate was wide open and Hua Xiang came with his sword.

  Wearing wooden clogs, dressed in a long gown embroidered with cherry blossoms, holding a sword to her chest with both hands, her long hair tied back with only one pale pink silk ribbon, her face beautiful, looking like a fallen petal's elegant beauty.

  "He is the Flowing Flower Sword Saint." Hao Renjie's hands hung down limply as he stood behind Lin Huang, speaking in a low voice.

  Lin Huang nodded slightly, his eyes sweeping over the Flowing Flower Sword Saint, gazing deeply into the distance. "The killing intent isn't coming from you."

  Huajian Sword Saint nodded towards Lin Huang, "Since you didn't want to come see me, I took the liberty of coming myself. Please forgive me."

  He spoke slowly, one word at a time, and by the time he finished, the Flower Slave Sword was already out of its scabbard in the hand of the Flower Sword Saint. The long sword pointed directly at Lin Huang, "I heard that Lord Lin has arrived, I'm not particularly delighted. On the Divine Monument, 9527, my heart yearns for it, please don't hesitate to enlighten me."

  "He said so much. I didn't understand a word, what does it mean?" Duobao felt dizzy and leaned against Hao Renjie, seeking an explanation.

  "What it means is that he doesn't think Lin Huang deserves to be the master of the Divine Monument, so he's come to challenge him." Hao Renjie said in a low voice, lowering his gaze. "A false reputation can harm people. If Lin Huang hadn't become the master of the Divine Monument, none of these things would have happened."

  "It's not that the reputation is false, it's just that the master's prestige isn't enough." Yu Tian Gang sneered, "That's why so many stray dogs and cats come to provoke us."

  "Not until you reach the Yellow River will your heart be at peace, not until you see a coffin will you shed tears. After talking for half a day, Lin Huang is still too low-key." Du Bao nodded, in this era, people's hearts are no longer ancient, everyone thinks they are number one, I am number two.

  Even if it were the Dream God Machine that had occupied the top of the Divine Monument for 100,000 years, there would still be people who doubted. Let alone Lin Huang.

  The young master, one step into the heavens, destined to be the enemy of the world.

  One achievement is built on the withering of ten thousand bones, and those who can stand high above are not sitting firmly on their thrones without trampling over piles of white bones and endless fresh blood. Lin Huang wants to truly gain recognition from the Ten Realms, destined to still face stormy rains and bloody winds, with challenges that never end.

  Huang Tian San Sheng is not the first, and Liu Hua Jian Sheng will not be the last.

  Becoming a god is a one-way path, you can only move forward and cannot retreat.

  "It's okay to die, but can't lose." Yu Tian sighed and suddenly felt that even if his cultivation reached Lin Huang's level, it was still a heart-pounding, thin-ice-like existence.

  Lin Huang was not the slightest bit emotional, looking at the Flowing Flower Sword Saint with his sword in hand, nodding slightly. After a series of intense battles, Lin Huang now had a few strands of Master's aura when dealing with such challenges.

  Without batting an eyelid, not a hint of surprise, he sat calmly in the chair and said lightly, "Make your move."

  The Flowing Flower Sword Saint's eyes turned icy, with a hint of anger. "I, who have cultivated the sword for a thousand years. With my sword in hand, I have never been defeated once. Three hundred years ago, I fought against the Ice Seal Sword Saint and it ended in a draw. Two hundred years ago, I fought against the Ice Seal Sword Saint again and won within ten moves. One hundred years ago, I fought against the Zhongnan Sword Saint and it also ended in a draw."

  "What is this guy talking about?" Hiding behind Lin Huang, Tong Bao fearlessly retorted, "Can just flaunting his battle achievements make Lin Huang concede defeat?"

  "You know what this is called? Tactics. Haven't you seen how his tone rises with every sentence he utters?"

  Liu Hua Jian Sheng suddenly let out a cold hum, his eyes scanned the surroundings, and his sword aura rose to the sky, exerting immense pressure on the heavens and earth. In an instant, he shut the mouths of Tun Bao and Hao Renjie.

  Lin Huang's face was expressionless, his eyes cold and unfeeling. He spoke in a light tone, "My man, it's not your turn to lecture me. Make your move, I'll give you three chances."

  Hua Jian Sheng was taken aback for a moment, his anger turning to laughter, his momentum surging high like a solid entity. His sword energy was like flowers, blooming one after another, each petal possessing the power to tear apart heaven and earth. "Good, good, good! What a wonderful Lin Huang. Indeed, he's arrogant!"

  "I have dominated for a thousand years, never once defeated. You actually dare to open your mouth and ask me to hold back three moves. Truly, you don't know life or death!"

  Lin Huang waved his hand, "You've said so much. Isn't it just to let me know that your swordsmanship is unparalleled in the world and needs to be fully displayed? I'll give you three moves, then let you display it properly."

  "Some people might think I've lost face for you, the Sanggui clan."

  Lin Huang's face seemed to be smiling yet not, gazing into the void, his eyes gleaming like lightning. People like Tokugawa Ieyasu, who were silently observing from afar, felt a piercing pain from Lin Huang's gaze.

  "What sharp eyesight. What a vigorous and majestic forest."

  "It seems he has already succeeded, I wonder what other opportunities there are."

  "Not to be underestimated, Liuxiang Shengjun has met a good opponent."

  Tokugawa Ieyasu and others who were watching the battle were discussing in a low voice, but suddenly they all looked worried about Rurouni Kenshin.

  "Give me three moves." The Flowing Flower Sword Saint suddenly burst out laughing, instantly drawing his sword, "Good, good, good! What a arrogant Lin Huang, I'd like to see if you can still be so arrogant after three moves!"

  The sword energy is like a flower, the slave sword breaks through the air instantly, sprawling and sprinkling, the sword energy is like a rainbow, like a flower, without seeing its sharpness, but rather like the needle leaves of the cherry blossoms falling behind the thatched hut, beautiful and moving, one flower is one sword.

  In the blink of an eye, flowers bloom and wither, one flower is a world, one flower is a sword's aura.

  Lin sat coldly in the chair, watching Jianqi Ruohua's sword dance, which was as beautiful as a flower, yet killed with precision. He shook his head and said, "Practicing sword like silk, refining silk into flowers. Unfortunately, it's all for show but not practical use. At our level, techniques are no longer useful. This sword of yours has exhausted all techniques, but it's still inferior."

  Lin Huang faintly opened his mouth, one word at a time. Every time he spoke a word, the swirling sword flowers would dissipate, truly like passing through a sea of flowers without touching a single petal.

  Liú Huā Jiàn Shèng tóng kǒu yī suō, huā nú jiàn zài shǒu, qì shì jīng tiān, "dà yán bù zhuàng. zhè cái shì dì yī zhāo. xià yī zhāo, xī wàng lín jun hái néng rúcǐ zhèn dìng!"

  Translation:

  The Flowing Flower Sword Saint's pupil contracted, the Flower Slave Sword in hand, its aura shocking the heavens, "Boastful words are not shameful. This is merely the first move. The next move, I hope Lin Jun can still remain so calm!"

  As soon as the words fell, the Flowing Flower Sword Saint took a big step forward, abandoning all sorts of techniques, and with a simple swing of his sword, he chopped down. Simple yet unbridled, this one strike lacked the intricate complexity of falling petals, but instead possessed some of the spirit of drawing a sword to cut through water.

  One sword can cut off three rivers of water, overbearing and tyrannical.

  Lin Huang still had no expression, sitting cross-legged on the chair, lowering his head, looking at his palm, suddenly spitting out a three-foot white gas, the three-foot white gas met the ten-thousand-zhang sword gas, but it was silent and soundless, instantly disappearing without destroying the room in the slightest, as if everything was an illusion.

  But everyone knew that this was not an illusion, the Flowing Flower Sword Saint's one sword could cut off the sea and sky. But when it fell on Lin Huang's body, it was silent and soundless, leaving people shocked and speechless.