Lin Xuan’s breath came in heavy gasps, his body trembling from the intensity of the battle. The battle against the Inner Sect disciples had escalated far beyond his expectations. What started as a test had transformed into a fight for survival. Every movement, every decision mattered.

The weight of Zhao Feng's aura pressed down on him like a storm. Zhao Feng was different from the others. His presence was commanding, his strength far beyond the disciples Lin Xuan had faced so far. The blade in Zhao Feng’s hand shimmered with a deadly intent, each slash carrying a promise of destruction.

Lin Xuan clenched his fists, the power of the Heavenly Script surging within him. His body felt like a vessel of boundless energy, ready to explode with force. Yet even with the Heavenly Script empowering him, Zhao Feng’s speed was overwhelming.

Without warning, Zhao Feng blurred into motion. His figure vanished, and in the next moment, the cold gleam of his sword was inches away from Lin Xuan’s throat.

“Too slow.”

Lin Xuan’s heart raced. He barely managed to twist his body, the blade grazing his skin and drawing a thin line of blood. But that was enough of a warning. Zhao Feng was testing him, pushing him to the edge.

Lin Xuan took a step back, gathering his thoughts. He couldn’t rely on pure power alone. He needed to outthink Zhao Feng, not just outfight him.

Zhao Feng grinned, clearly enjoying the challenge. “You’re not bad, but you’re still not worthy.”

Lin Xuan's eyes narrowed. "We’ll see about that."

He drew upon the Heavenly Script once more, focusing his mind. The power it granted surged through him, amplifying his speed, his reflexes. Every detail of Zhao Feng’s movements became clear to him. He could feel the pressure mounting with every second, but he would not falter.

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Zhao Feng advanced again, this time with a series of rapid strikes designed to overwhelm Lin Xuan. Each slash came in a perfect arc, aimed to exploit any gap in Lin Xuan’s defense. But Lin Xuan was no longer reacting blindly. His movements were swift and calculated, dodging the attacks with fluid precision.

Shadow Step!

In the blink of an eye, Lin Xuan appeared behind Zhao Feng, his palm glowing with a concentrated energy strike. But Zhao Feng was fast. He spun around just as Lin Xuan’s attack landed, narrowly avoiding the full force of the blow. Still, the impact caused the ground to shake beneath them.

“Impressive,” Zhao Feng muttered, wiping a trickle of blood from his lip. “But it’s not enough.”

With that, Zhao Feng began to channel his sword intent, the blade crackling with a fierce aura. The air around them seemed to grow heavy, and Lin Xuan’s senses screamed at him. Zhao Feng was about to release his full power.

Lin Xuan's eyes burned with determination. He couldn’t afford to hold back anymore. If he wanted to survive, he had to fight with everything he had.

He took a deep breath, his Heavenly Script glowing brighter than ever. He was ready.

Without warning, Zhao Feng lunged forward with terrifying speed, his blade aimed directly at Lin Xuan’s heart. Lin Xuan could see it all—each movement, each shift in Zhao Feng’s stance, the deadly purpose behind every strike.

Heavenly Script – Sword of the Wind!

Lin Xuan moved with blinding speed, his body almost a blur as he summoned the power of the Heavenly Script in a focused, devastating counterattack. His hand formed a sword strike, a burst of energy that clashed against Zhao Feng’s blade with a deafening crash.

The force of their collision sent shockwaves through the arena, and the two combatants were momentarily locked in a stalemate. Sweat dripped down Lin Xuan’s face as he gritted his teeth, pushing against Zhao Feng’s overwhelming power.

This is the true battle. This is where I prove my worth.

With a final surge of willpower, Lin Xuan twisted his body, breaking free from the deadlock. Zhao Feng’s sword missed its mark by inches, leaving Lin Xuan an opening.

Seizing the moment, Lin Xuan struck with a flurry of precise, rapid blows, targeting Zhao Feng’s defense gaps. The Heavenly Script flowed through his every motion, his body becoming an extension of the technique itself.

Zhao Feng staggered back, caught off guard by the unexpected onslaught. His expression shifted from arrogance to surprise.

“You... you’re not as weak as I thought,” Zhao Feng muttered, his eyes narrowing in recognition of Lin Xuan's growing power.

Lin Xuan stood tall, his breathing heavy but steady. He wasn’t finished yet. The battle had just begun, and he was no longer the prey.