Chapter 268: Winning the U19 Championship! Yuga Ling Lu's 'Ambush' on Sch Jing (4K)

Chapter 268: Winning the U19 Championship! Yuga Ling Lu's 'Ambush' on Sch Jing (4K)



Yuga Ling Lu's palm trembled slightly, gently caressing the wound on his chest, and his fingertips were stained with blood.

He glanced at the blood on his fingers and stretched it to his thin lips, smearing it across.

His lips were dyed crimson, as red as the flowers of the netherworld, exuding a dangerous allure.

This scene was too beautiful, like a shattered crystal still dazzling, the camera zoomed in for a close-up, and it was projected onto the large screen above the arena, causing countless female spectators to scream.

Sch Jing stood in the center of the arena, not pursuing, his long knife tilted, the tip pointing to the ground, and the black lightning still radiating from the blade, looking as if the void had cracked.

Soul Flight.

This move was a new application of Transcendence he had developed, transforming the Shadow Flame attached to the spiritual aura into Tyrant Color Dominance.

In this way, he could freely control the aura that could only be released outward, concentrating it and wrapping it around his weapon.

This move was unexpectedly useful, not only increasing attack power but also adding two additional effects.

One was 'Penetration'. Just now, although Yuga Ling Lu had blocked Sch Jing's slash with his knife, the Soul Flight still leaped over the block and struck Yuga Ling Lu, wounding him.

Although the strike was concentrated on the blade's edge, its power was much weaker than a direct blade strike, but it was almost unstoppable.

The other effect was 'Intimidation'.

Although the attachment of the Shadow Flame caused the spiritual aura to inflict some physical damage, its primary function was still the spiritual intimidation and suppression.

After being hit by Soul Flight, in addition to physical damage, the target would also suffer a significant mental intimidation effect.

This was the essence of this move.

As for whether this move was considered 'martial arts', it indeed was.

The manipulation of spiritual consciousness was also a part of martial arts combat, and many schools specialized in this aspect.

However, it was reasonable that Sch Jing, as the 'Chosen One', had a slightly different spiritual power from ordinary people, and his usage of it was unique.

Some martial artists who practiced peculiar styles also experienced changes in their spiritual consciousness, gaining special abilities, which was normal.

Sch Jing looked at Yuga Ling Lu, who seemed to be severely injured, his silver-white vertical pupils narrowing slightly, feeling something strange.

He had tried this Soul Flight move on many targets in his mental simulations, and against opponents like Wei Junwu, one strike was enough to cause their mental collapse, rendering them unconscious.

That was still the better outcome; martial artists with slightly lower spiritual levels would have their consciousness destroyed, turning them into vegetables.

As for Zhou Yinglin, although he wouldn't be knocked unconscious immediately, his limbs would go soft, his mind would become hazy, and he would need a good while to recover, greatly reducing his combat effectiveness.

But Yuga Ling Lu... In Sch Jing's perception, his spiritual consciousness showed no signs of wavering, still burning fiercely like a raging fire.

"Overly excited, falling into a state similar to 'Reversed Scales', ignoring the intimidation of Soul Flight?"

Sch Jing spoke softly.

"Sch Jing..."

Yuga Ling Lu spoke softly, his eyes filled with increasingly intense fervor.

"That's right, this is what I want..."

He caressed the ancient long knife with his bloodstained fingers, drawing a bright red blood line on the blade, then sheathed it and assumed the stance of the Slice and Combine Technique.

"Sozou Ryu·Scarlet Crimson."

A line of blood-red light flashed, and with a 'clang', Yuga Ling Lu instantly appeared in front of Sch Jing, connecting with his short knife.

The long knife, dyed crimson, had its power enhanced by some kind of blessing, and a piece of the blade spun into the sky. Sch Jing's long knife finally couldn't bear the burden and was cut apart.

The crimson blade, after severing the weapon, showed no sign of stopping, and continued to slash towards Sch Jing's chest.

And then... it was caught by Sch Jing.

The Army Lord's enhanced palm was incredibly sturdy, and Sch Jing grabbed the crimson blade, staggering back two steps from the impact. Then, he exclaimed in surprise and delight to Yuga Ling Lu:

"Ling Lu, you're truly strong."

As he spoke, he twisted his wrist holding the blade.

With the power of Cyclonic Thunder, spiral indentations began to appear on the surface of his arm.

This move became stronger the more it was practiced, and it was said that if one's body could withstand it, the killing move of the Dragon Concealment Stream could compress strength infinitely. In Sch Jing's hands, this move was already far superior to what it used to be.

Especially with the Army Lord's enhancement, his physical endurance had reached a new level, and at this moment, Cyclonic Thunder, when used to its fullest, could unleash more than five times the power of his normal state.

Yuga Ling Lu only felt an unstoppable spiral force coming from the long knife, causing his wrist to twist, and the sleeve covering his arm twisted in mid-air, starting to crumble from the wrist and shattering all the way up to the shoulder.

The Spiral Power quickly spread throughout Yuga Ling Lu's body, causing him to involuntarily lift off the ground, his body floating in mid-air as he spun half a circle, head down and feet up.

"Pa—"

Sch Jing reached out and grabbed Yuga Ling Lu's upside-down right foot.

"Hoo—"

Like wielding a large spear, Sch Jing turned around, holding onto Yuga Ling Lu, and with the force of splitting a mountain, he swung him in a wide arc, creating a half-moon shape and slamming him into the arena floor.

"Boom—!!"

The massive impact caused stones to fly and dust to swirl, shaking the entire arena. A huge crater appeared on the arena, and Yuga Ling Lu sank deep into its center.

This strike was visibly powerful and heavy, and it wouldn't have been surprising if Yuga Ling Lu had been smashed into a pulp. Many spectators cried out and covered their eyes, unable to bear the sight.

In the arena, Sch Jing's eyebrows furrowed slightly.

That feeling again...

Previously, when he had first met Yuga Ling Lu, they had fought once.

At that time, he had hit him with the 'Flying Sword · Flame Chain · Thunder Plow Heat Blade', the strongest combination technique in the current stage, but he hadn't felt any impact, as if he had touched a mass of intangible mist.

The same thing was happening now.

He remembered that Yuga Ling Lu had called this move—

"My Style · Immortal Smoke."

Amidst the dust, Yuga Ling Lu stood up, looked at Sch Jing, and through his narrow and alluring eyes, he showed delight and intoxication:

"Itai yo (It hurts so much)."

Blood flowed from the left side of his head, trickling down to his chin.

"Motto (More)... motto itami wa o kure (Give me more pain)."

"This way, the final fruit will become sweeter and sweeter..."

"Koi (Come), Sch Jing!!"

His blood-stained crimson lips stretched into an exaggerated smile, and Yuga Ling Lu's expression was so excited that he looked like he was high on drugs.

The next moment, a hand grabbed his face and lifted him up like a kitten, then slammed him hard onto the ground.

Then, still holding his head, he began to plow through the ground, and the hard floor seemed like soft soil, as a deep trench was carved out, and amidst the clattering sounds, stones flew out to both sides.

"Heh... hehehehehe."

Yuga Ling Lu burst into laughter, and the long sword in his hand flipped, revealing a colorful glow.

"My Style · Hinotori!"

The long sword slashed through the air, its tip aiming for Sch Jing's chest and abdomen.

But before Yuga Ling Lu could complete his move, Sch Jing had already taken a step forward and thrown him into the air by his head.

The sword missed its target, and the colorful force from the tip of the blade hit the repulsive membrane, paused briefly, and then penetrated it, flying towards the sky.

Yuga Ling Lu flipped in the air, sheathed his sword, and looked down at Sch Jing.

A huge sword wound was on his chest, his clothes were tattered, and he had injuries all over his body, looking quite disheveled.

But at this moment, since the start of the battle, Sch Jing felt a sense of crisis for the first time.

"Sacred General Flow Ultimate Technique—"

"Divine General's Slash!"

Thousand Cuts in an Instant · Divine General's Slash!

The move that Wu Youqing had described as a 'watershed', where anyone below his level would be instantly killed without any chance for negotiation or struggle, an extreme and absolute offense.

Sch Jing's eyes gleamed.

Hundreds of different slashes overlapped, as if hundreds of Yuga Ling Lus were attacking him simultaneously, slashing horizontally.

This was the 'Hundred Slice' realm.

Even a Limit-Breaking Master would have to furrow their brows and brace themselves when facing Yuga Ling Lu's Unworn Blade technique.

This was a strike that surpassed his current realm, a completely overpowered ultimate technique.

For Sch Jing, there were many ways to deal with this move: he could retreat into the Non-Existent Beast's body, use Shadow Element Transformation, or even rely on defensive killer moves like Shadow Flame Chain Armor, Golden Scale Transformation, and Cloud-Cloaking Tail.

But at this moment, the only response he could give was the same martial arts! Skin Muscle Bone Blood all operated in unison, and the Dragon Roar echoed through the clouds.

"Roar—!!"

His silver-white pupils were indifferent and disdainful, and his Peerless Fist rose against the momentum.

"Eye Illumination!"

Focusing all his power into one point, reaching the pinnacle!

A faint golden True Dragon phantom emerged from his fist, roaring as it rushed towards the sword curtain in the sky.

The Thousand Cuts of the Divine General's Slash and the True Dragon's Eye Illumination collided in mid-air.

Scale Shattering, Blade Light Vanishing, as the two ultimate techniques clashed, Sch Jing didn't hesitate. With a 'buzz' sound, he pulled on the colorful tail flame, turned, and rapidly approached Yuga Ling Lu in the sky.

His right hand formed a hand blade, and after advancing to the Army Lord realm, with the effect of 'All Weapons Proficiency', he no longer used his hand as a substitute for a blade but truly 'transformed his hand into a blade'!

A radiant light flashed, and under the full moon, countless silver cherries fell.

The blade glow and dragon shadow, the full moon and silver cherry blossoms, created a breathtakingly beautiful scene as Sch Jing appeared behind Yuga Ling Lu.

"Chiii—chiii—chiii—chiii—"

The dense sound of blades slicing through flesh filled the air, and countless tiny wounds erupted all over Yuga Ling Lu's body, matching the number of silver cherry blossoms floating in the air.

"Umm—"

Yuga Ling Lu whimpered, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth as he fell from the sky.

Sch Jing also landed on the ground and slowly approached Yuga Ling Lu, who was lying helplessly on the shattered ground. He looked down at him from above and said softly, "Ling Lu-san, you did your best."

Yuga Ling Lu lifted his gaze to meet Sch Jing's.

His disheveled long hair fell loosely, and his radiant face, adorned with blood, now showed a hint of weakness, evoking a heartrending beauty that stirred pity.

However, Sch Jing's expression was one of satisfied intoxication, as if he had finally feasted after a long period of hunger.

Yet, there was also a deep regret, as if he had eaten his fill but not of the food he truly craved.

"I lost, Sch Jing."

He extended his white jade-like, slender palm and gently caught a falling silver cherry blossom.

"You didn't disappoint me... You are truly unreachable."

As he spoke, a hint of pity flashed in Yuga Ling Lu's eyes as he looked at Sch Jing.

"Sch Jing, you will surely become a peerless warrior, stronger than anyone else."

"Sooner or later, you won't see anyone's back in front of you."

"But being unmatched in strength must be incredibly boring."

"To ensure you don't get bored, I will always chase after you... Rest assured."

His tone was incredibly gentle, like a lover's whispered sweet nothings.

Sch Jing's mouth twitched, "Please don't, I'm genuinely scared of you now."

The referee's whistle sounded.

"The winner is decided!!!"

The commentator shouted excitedly.

"As expected, the new hero from a foreign land still falls before the unmatched demon king!"

"Sch Jing has continued his dominant performance since the start of the tournament and has claimed the final championship battle!"

"This is the beginning of a legend. Let's celebrate with applause for the undisputed champion of this U19 Unlimited Elite Combat Championship!"

"Clap—clap—clap—clap—clap—clap—clap—"

Unprecedented applause, loud enough to shake the entire super arena, erupted, like thunderous drums, unceasing.

The roars and cheers of two hundred thousand spectators merged into a tsunami of sound.

Gradually, all the cheers synchronized, becoming one voice.

"Sch Jing—Sch Jing—Sch Jing!!!"

Fireworks exploded, and golden ribbons sprayed from various mechanisms, filling the entire super arena with a golden rain that mingled with the falling silver cherry blossoms.

Countless cameras and flashbulbs focused on Sch Jing, flashed continuously, eager to capture this suddenly famous youth.

The participating athletes in the spectator area also clapped, their eyes filled with astonishment.

Sch Jing looked around, and all the cheers and applause were for him alone.

He had thought winning the championship would be effortless and wouldn't leave a deep impression, but at this moment, he felt a surge of emotions.

Uncharacteristically, he didn't maintain his usual cold demeanor of focusing solely on the match. Instead, he raised his palm and waved to the audience in all directions.

Wherever he waved, the spectators erupted with even louder applause and cheers.

After greeting the audience in all directions, Sch Jing's gaze fell upon Yuga Ling Lu, who still lay helplessly on the ground.

He sighed softly and extended his hand, saying with a helpless smile, "How are you? Can you move?"

Yuga Ling Lu smiled and lifted his hand to clasp Sch Jing's, and with a firm grip, he pulled himself up.

"Thank you, Sch Jing."

This display of post-match friendship earned applause from countless spectators.

However, as Yuga Ling Lu stood up, he seemed to be severely injured and too weak. Suddenly, he stumbled and fell forward...

Right into Sch Jing's arms, his head buried in Sch Jing's neck, and his lips, stained with blood, left a strawberry mark on Sch Jing's collarbone.

"Uh..."

The audience's applause suddenly died down, and they stared in shock.

Sch Jing's body stiffened, and he suffered the most severe injury since the start of the U19 tournament.

He turned his head stiffly to look at Yuga Ling Lu.

The latter's handsome and pretty face was filled with innocence.

As if to say, it wasn't intentional...

...

(To prevent any misunderstandings, the author reveals that Yuga Ling Lu is a girl.)

(End of Chapter)

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