Chapter 933: Purely Using Swordsmanship

Chapter 933: Purely Using Swordsmanship

The scene changed, leaving Lin Nuo somewhat surprised.

What was once a steep cliff with a rushing river transformed into a martial arts arena, and a floating one at that, like a realm for cultivating spirits suspended in the air.

The martial arts arena wasn’t very large; if someone fell off, they would plummet from the sky into the swirling clouds below, a vast white haze obscuring all.

According to the setting here, if one fell, they’d probably vanish like Xiao Su, not knowing where they’d end up.

A change of venue to shrink the battlefield? Guess they didn’t want any wild maneuvers.

But it wouldn’t help. As long as there was space, I, Lin Nuo, could dart around freely. Gonna toy with you just the same.

Lin Nuo tried to fly using Spirit Technique, but it was unsuccessful.

It seemed like Spirit Technique didn’t work here; he couldn’t take off, and even his spiritual energy couldn’t surge.

What was going on?

Was this her created game world? Randomly altering data?

If that’s how it is, you really think you won? Why not just delete my character too?

Maybe deleting wasn’t enough; create me just to beat me up vigorously—what a thrill.

How terrifying!

Even Lin Nuo’s sword had lost its spirit, and as for that dragon soul, it must have downed some sleep-inducing tea and drifted off.

Since he couldn’t fly, there was no retreating from the martial arts arena, or he’d completely drop into the abyss.

Now he faced the mature Su Kexin, whose expression remained icy. She wielded that sharp ancient divine sword, but there was no red glow surrounding her, nor any powerful fluctuations of spiritual energy.

She seemed just like an ordinary woman, nothing special at all.

How could that be? Lacking explosive power, what good was she?

Lin Nuo suspected the situation; he was restricted from using Spirit Technique, while Su Kexin opposite could still use hers—this was like changing the data to give someone cheat codes to beat up a kid.

How infuriating.

Even someone used to navigating through illusionary realms was now mute.

But with no way to retreat, he had to take it step by step.

At that moment, the sharp sword was still pointed at him, the opponent’s face as cold as ice.

“Lin Nuo, here we can simply duel with swords, without relying on any Spirit Techniques.”

“Ah? Are you serious?”

Lin Nuo asked, looking utterly skeptical. Even if you could use Spirit Techniques, if I didn’t want to be killed, you absolutely couldn’t! Without Spirit Techniques, you really think you have a chance?

Overconfident?

No, it’s a trap.

Lin Nuo remained cautious; after all, he no longer had any Spirit Techniques, but the question of whether she did remained unanswered.

“I am serious, please take this seriously too.”

With that, Su Kexin promptly raised her sword and slashed down toward Lin Nuo.

That speed indeed lagged quite a bit, resembling the pace of casual sword practice; there was no assistance from Spirit Techniques.

But to Lin Nuo, this seemed a mere distraction. You think these mediocre misdirection techniques could fool me?

Too naive.

So, Lin Nuo just dodged, the sword came, and he slipped left and right, with Su Kexin missing every swing.

The gap in reflex and agility was vast; even without Spirit Technique assistance, the disparity between the two was clear.

Su Kexin swung away for a long while but couldn’t land a single hit on Lin Nuo.

It was all too easy.

“Lin Nuo, can you take this seriously? Is dodging all you can do?”

“Yes, I can only dodge.”

Lin Nuo nonchalantly replied, still evading; he didn’t strike back, leaving Su Kexin to wildly swing her sword without ever getting close.

Lin Nuo shook his head, watching her swordplay; it was truly amateurish—what a main character he was, using such moves.

The sword techniques from Xuanyun Sect were truly subpar; without the backing of Spirit Techniques, they dropped to a low tier.

After all, the stuff from Xuanyun Sect was genuinely lackluster. If it weren’t for her explosive capabilities, she’d just be another nobody.

They exchanged blows back and forth, with Lin Nuo jumping backward, seemingly about to fall. Yet, he stopped at the edge.

He thought, when Su Kexin approached to strike, he’d dodge and she’d tumble down.

Of course, that was ideal and unlikely to happen.

But it was worth a shot to see.

“Come at me, I’m right here.”

Lin Nuo beckoned with his finger, provoking her. Su Kexin remained icy, a surge of defiance evident in her heart as she charged at Lin Nuo.

She swung her sword.

Just as it looked like she would strike Lin Nuo, he deftly dodged at the very last moment.

Nice, that missed.

Then Su Kexin continued along her force, tumbling off the floating martial arena.

She truly fell!

Lin Nuo turned, dumbfounded, realizing she really did fall.

No way, she genuinely went overboard?

Lin Nuo was stunned, thinking it couldn’t be real, yet here it was.

This was hilarious—having the main character unable to hit the villain, then watched them fall off!

This would be headline news for a century!

Lin Nuo hurried over to take a look, finding no trace of Su Kexin; she had vanished into the white mist.

Just like that?

Lin Nuo sat down nearby, staring into the white haze, falling into deep thought.

Suddenly, everything seemed to quiet down a lot.

Both Sus were gone, does that mean victory belonged to him?

No…

In the real world, maybe, but here in the illusion, he was stuck in this bizarre place without the ability to use Spirit Techniques—what kind of victory was that?

This was basically being imprisoned.

As Lin Nuo pondered how to move forward, the figure of mature Su Kexin materialized before him again.

She returned, right back to where she had started appearing.

Lin Nuo smirked and teased:

“Since you can control this place, why not just kill me outright? Why all the elaborate theatrics? You fell and came back, what are we even doing here?”

“This is merely an illusion, not something I can completely control. I cannot dictate your life or death.”

“If you could control it, then do it. Come on, end it. This is no fun anymore.”

Lin Nuo adopted a defeated tone, seemingly ready to throw in the towel.

“If you can defeat me in this sword duel, then you win and may leave here.”

Su Kexin said, Lin Nuo shot her a glance, knowing that was just bragging.

But it seemed there was no better option than to duel her.

Fine, at least he could land a few hits on her before going out.

Lin Nuo stood up, drawing his sharp sword, that helpless smile vanishing as a colder expression replaced it.

A chilling aura began to radiate, carrying an oppressive weight.

Su Kexin took a deep breath before rushing forward with her sword.

She swung.

Yet, Lin Nuo deftly evaded the attack, and in the next moment, he made his counterattack.

“Too slow.”

Sword strike!

In an instant, the sharp long sword left a deep mark on Su Kexin, spraying fresh red blood everywhere.