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Chapter 340: You Were This Close to Victory!
Chapter 340: You Were This Close to Victory! (Requesting Monthly Vote)
The arena’s emotionless AI announced the start of the match. Millions of eyes locked onto the Ruins Arena.
Whoosh—
The moment the battle began, Miyamoto Kyonichiro vanished.
Lean and under six feet tall, he wore a white combat uniform and wielded a silver blade gleaming with cold light.
Whoosh!
The sound of wind roared in his ears as he transformed into a phantom, merging with the gale itself.
His blade trembled, unleashing the Rapid Wind Sword Technique. Sword shadows lashed out like a storm of blades, enveloping Lin Chen in a blizzard of steel.
Veins of azure Vital Force coated the sword. Each slash howled like a predator, slicing the air apart.
Rapid Wind Storm!
With his opening move, Miyamoto displayed mind-boggling speed. He became the wind itself, spinning into razor-edged cyclones. His velocity rivaled Havel’s.
Lin Chen, meanwhile, erupted like a black lightning bolt. His Thunderflash Instant Kill Step propelled him forward like a cannonball.
Boom!
The ground cracked. Concrete splintered. Stones leapt into the air.
Gripping his Black Long Spear with both hands, Lin Chen’s Vital Force surged like coiling serpents. The weapon hummed with latent power.
Facing the storm of blades, his body ignited like a blazing inferno.
He swung the Black Long Spear in a sweeping arc—a dragon rising from the sea, obliterating all in its path with the force of a thousand charging armies.
Whoosh!
The spear cleaved the air, tearing a jagged fissure through space itself.
Crash!
Clang!
Blade met spear in an instant. The air detonated.
The collision sent wind-like Vital Force surging through Lin Chen’s weapon—an incorporeal force slipping past defenses, slicing through gaps in his guard.
Like a hurricane, it struck everywhere at once: his skin, his eyes. The pain was like a thousand tiny daggers.
He finally understood what Xiang Long had felt.
In this first exchange, he knew: Xiang Long had never stood a chance.
“So strong!”
Miyamoto’s heart pounded. He’d held nothing back—this was his peak speed.
Sixty-eight and a half meters per second. His swordstorm blurred reality itself.
Yet Lin Chen’s speed matched his own. The spear had blocked his strike. Worse, the counterattack carried a tidal wave of Vital Force—an armored juggernaut smashing through barriers.
The shock coursed through his arm, numbing his nerves. He had to disperse the force with his own Vital Force to avoid injury.
Tap-tap!
He stumbled backward.
Miyamoto’s brow furrowed. He finally understood why others had fallen.
His innate combat instincts kicked in, analyzing the battlefield in milliseconds.
“Head-on, I’m outmatched.”
“I must exploit my advantages.”
“Find that single opening!”
Whoosh!
He pivoted, activating his Wind Shadow Steps, blending into the wind as he dashed toward the arena’s ruins.
Whoosh!
Lin Chen roared forward, spear raised, chasing the storm.
The arena—a wasteland of shattered buildings, abandoned vehicles, tanks, and armored wreckage.
Most fighters avoided terrain advantages, favoring open duels. But Miyamoto defied convention.
At the Sakura Kingdom Vip stand, a middle-aged man in black and white robes nodded approvingly.
“A true martial artist does whatever it takes to win.”
“Victory justifies every means.”
Beside him, a rotund man smirked.
“Gen’ichiro’s Black Gold Hawk Evolution Method grants unparalleled affinity with wind. His awakened ability, Rapid Wind, and techniques like Wind Shadow Steps make him an untouchable phantom.”
“He could defeat Lin Chen yet.”
The Xia Kingdom delegation watched with detached calm.
“Clever,” muttered Wu Yueze. “But only a temporary reprieve.”
To them, the outcome was inevitable. They waited to savor Lin Chen’s victory.
Back in the arena—
Crash!
Boom!
Lin Chen tore through the ruins, a lightning bolt in pursuit.
Miyamoto wove between debris—twisting, accelerating, weaving again. His speed never faltered.
Most fighters slowed when turning. Not Miyamoto. He moved like wind, slipping through any gap.
Crash!
Lin Chen’s spear shattered tanks and cars, carving a path of destruction.
Miyamoto vaulted over a wrecked sedan. Lin Chen followed.
Boom!
As Lin Chen soared, Miyamoto spun, kicking the car toward him. Crouching, he charged.
Lin Chen descended, spear raised. With a thunderous Boom!, his weapon cleaved the car in half.
As he landed, the air shimmered. A windstorm erupted around him—Miyamoto’s ambush.
The Japanese swordsman unleashed his Rapid Wind Sword Technique’s ultimate move: Tornado Storm!
Vital Force swirled into a hurricane around his blade. The wind itself became his weapon, fusing with his body as he struck.
“Faster!”
His speed spiked. His swordwork and footwork broke through limits.
This is it! Miyamoto thought. Victory is mine!
Whoosh!
The windstorm tore the arena apart, scattering dust and debris.
Lin Chen sensed death. His body tensed.
He glimpsed the blade—the speed was lethal.
But his Thunderflash Instant Kill Step erupted.
His muscles fired, bones braced. He leaned back, hands firm on his spear, feet planting precisely.
Swish!
The tornado lashed his face, slicing his skin. Blood dotted his cheek.
Only five centimeters away…
“Impossible!” Miyamoto’s mind screamed. How did he evade?
He tried to halt, slashing downward.
Lin Chen’s muscles screamed. Vital Force surged.
Mountain-Shaking Force!
He thrust upward, channeling raw power through his spear.
Crash!
Crack!
The impact shattered Miyamoto’s defenses. Vital Force ravaged his body. Bones snapped. Muscles tore.
He flew backward, a ragdoll in the wind.
Lin Chen twisted, piercing the air.
Thrust!
The spear’s tip, gleaming with cold fire, pierced Miyamoto’s chest. Blood sprayed.
“I…”
Miyamoto stared at Lin Chen, blood dripping from his lips. His mind reeled. The battle had ended in a heartbeat.
“Your speed… was fast.”
“You were this close to victory.”
Lin Chen’s voice held respect.
A sigh. Miyamoto’s body dissolved into mist.
[Match 2: Lin Chen (Xia Kingdom) Wins]
(End of Chapter)
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