NOVGO.NET Chapter 239: Chu Ziyan Vs Lei Zhensheng!
Chapter 239: Chu Ziyan Vs Lei Zhensheng!
Before either could make a move, Lei Zhensheng’s lips curved into a faint smile.
He lowered his sword, clearly not feeling any urgency to begin.
“You know,” he said, “it’s a shame someone as beautiful as you is engaged to that Bai Zihan.”
He shook his head with a mocking chuckle.
“I was looking forward to crushing him myself… but the moment he saw my name on the roster, he disappeared like the coward he is.”
Lei Zhensheng’s eyes roamed over Chu Ziyan, his expression dripping with condescension.
“I don’t know why someone as pretty as you is still with a coward like him.”
Chu Ziyan’s eyes snapped open.
“Hah? If Bai Zihan were here,” she said, “the moment you muttered such nonsense, your head would already be touching the ground.”
Her gaze sharpened
“And you—Lei Zhensheng—you aren’t even worthy to clean my fiancé’s shoes. Consider yourself fortunate he’s not here!”
Lei Zhensheng’s smirk faltered for the briefest moment before he laughed, the sound edged with anger.
“Haha… We’ll see if you can still talk like that after I break you. And I wonder how Bai Zihan would react.”
Chu Ziyan’s only response was to shift her stance, her fingers tightening on her sword hilt.
Whoosh!
Lei Zhensheng’s figure blurred the instant the overseer signaled the start.
Lightning crackled faintly along his frame, and then—he vanished.
The next instant, a blinding streak of sword-light tore across the arena.
Chu Ziyan twisted to the side just in time, her robes whipping from the wind pressure alone.
A sharp BOOM! erupted behind her as Lei Zhensheng’s blade cleaved into the arena floor, sending stone and dust spraying outward like shrapnel.
The impact left a jagged scar several meters long, the fractured ground still sizzling with lingering arcs of violet lightning.
The crowd gasped—not just at the destruction, but at the sheer speed.
Until now, Lei Zhensheng hadn’t even shown fifty percent of the speed he used against Chu Ziyan.
Lei Zhensheng straightened, his sword humming with thunder.
It wasn’t merely physical speed—his Thunder Dao infused every motion, turning him into a storm given form.
Fast! Strong! Deadly!
There wasn’t a single visible weakness.
“Too slow!”
Lei Zhensheng taunted, flickering forward again.
His afterimages swirled around her, each step punctuated by a faint thunderclap, each sword stroke carrying the weight of annihilation.
But Chu Ziyan’s eyes did not waver.
The storm of sword-light and thunder crashed down from every angle—yet not a single strike found its mark.
Chu Ziyan moved like flowing water, each step a ripple, each turn a gliding arc.
Her sword swept through the air with such effortless grace that the deadly onslaught seemed almost… choreographed.
Robes fluttering, hair streaming behind her, she danced between Lei Zhensheng’s killing blows as though she had all the time in the world.
The edge of his blade grazed only wind and shadow, never her flesh.
Gasps rippled through the spectators.
This was not desperate evasion—it was artistry.
Every dodge, every pivot, every parry carried a rhythm, a precision that spoke of countless hours honing her craft.
“You think you can win just by dodging?”
Lei Zhensheng was getting irritated by how easily his attacks were being dodged.
He was fairly confident that with his speed, there weren’t many capable of avoiding his attacks.
Yet, despite several strikes, he had managed to land none—and that too against someone who was fairly unknown.
Compared to others, perhaps Chu Ziyan’s fame wasn’t widely spread, especially since Bai Zihan’s fame overshadowed hers.
But many forgets just how strong she truly is.
Still, Lei Zhensheng thought he would only need to land a single hit to win.
He assumed that if Chu Ziyan’s specialty was speed, then her strength wouldn’t be that great.
So, he aimed for a hit she would have no choice but to defend against.
Slash! Slash!
Lei Zhensheng’s blade carved arcs of searing light through the air, the thunder within crackling louder, sharper.
Then, with a sharp exhale, he planted his foot and unleashed—
“Twin Thunders Rend the Sky!”
From his sword burst two jagged bolts of violet lightning, lancing out to either side of Chu Ziyan.
The arcs crashed into the arena floor, searing black lines that twisted and forked outward until they formed a deadly corridor.
The air vibrated with raw power. One wrong step and the lightning would tear straight through flesh and bone.
The crowd understood instantly—her freedom of movement was gone.
She could no longer weave and circle as before. The thunder’s range forced her to move only forward or backward… straight into Lei Zhensheng’s killing zone.
Lei Zhensheng’s lips curled into a triumphant grin.
“Got you!”
Whoosh!
In a single flicker, he appeared before her, sword raised high, the hum of his Thunder Dao reaching a deafening crescendo.
“This ends now!”
His blade descended like a lightning-split mountain, a blow meant to crush her utterly.
CLANG!
The shockwave rang across the arena.
But the one who staggered back wasn’t Chu Ziyan—it was Lei Zhensheng.
Chu Ziyan stood firm, her own sword braced against his, not an inch of ground ceded. Her grip was steady, her stance unshaken, her eyes cold and unyielding.
The moment of impact had shattered not just his attack, but his certainty.
She hadn’t just blocked him—she had matched him in raw strength.
Lei Zhensheng’s pupils contracted.
“Impossible…!”
In his mind, speed and strength were always trade-offs.
If she was fast enough to evade him all this time, then she shouldn’t have the power to meet him head-on.
And yet, here she was, deflecting his full-force blow like it was nothing more than an annoyance.
(Could she have practiced Thunder Dao like him?)
He didn’t think so—she hadn’t used a single thunder technique since the beginning.
He believed that only those with Thunder Dao were perfect and strongest, capable of insane speed and destructive power.
But someone without Thunder Dao was able to obtain both—he didn’t know what to think.
Still, he didn’t lose his confidence in winning.
That would just mean he would need to reveal his true strength, which he thought was quite a waste since it was only the third round of the competition.
On the other hand, Chu Ziyan was now getting ready for her counterattack.
With a sudden shift, her sword trembled—once, twice—before unleashing a brilliant arc of light.
The ground beneath her feet seemed to pulse as she called upon the Chu Family’s treasured Earth-Grade technique, “Crimson Petal Tempest!”
The strike bloomed like a field of scarlet blossoms, petals of sword-qi spinning outward in a blinding flurry, each one sharp enough to pierce steel.
The arena trembled beneath the force, the petals converging toward Lei Zhensheng from every direction.
For the first time, the audience leaned forward, holding their breath.
But Lei Zhensheng… only smiled.
With a single, almost lazy sweep of his sword, lightning burst from the blade like an exploding star.
CRACK!
The petals shattered mid-flight, dissolving into fragments of dissipating qi. The tempest was gone in an instant, erased as though it had never been.
Lei Zhensheng stepped forward through the fading glow, his aura swelling with thunderous dominance.
“Pretty trick,” he said coldly. “But far too fragile.”
His next step cracked the arena floor like brittle ice and finally his cultivation was revealed.
He wasn’t just in the Soul Formation Realm but in the Mid Soul Formation Realm.
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