landbeastnovel Chapter 104 Squad Clash: Technique Battle
Chapter 104 Squad Clash: Technique Battle
Three beams of true energy—red, cyan, and yellow—exploded almost simultaneously, like three signal flares rising in the dense forest, illuminating the darkness within a radius of dozens of feet.
Qin Hao's seven team members attacked simultaneously. They came from prestigious families and had cultivated high-level Xuan-rank techniques since childhood, possessing solid foundations and at least reaching the early stage of the Meridian Opening Realm. The seven of them joined forces, their auras intertwining in layers, like an invisible net, descending upon Lin Chen and his group of five.
The short-haired boy was at the very front.
He moved with lightning speed, his fists wreathed in azure energy, his movements so fast that only a series of afterimages remained. His Gale-Splitting Fist, unleashed to its fullest extent, roared through the air, each punch accompanied by a piercing shriek. This man, a mid-stage Meridian Opening Realm cultivator, possessed a powerful and domineering fist technique, earning him a small reputation among the new students. He had once shattered the skull of a third-tier ferocious beast with a single punch.
He headed straight for Leng Feng.
The cold front remained unfazed.
He slashed horizontally with his sword, unleashing the full power of his military internal energy, his body's protective aura condensing on the blade. He didn't retreat, didn't dodge, didn't even change his stance; it was just a simple horizontal slash, a head-on clash, sword against fist.
Boom—
The shockwave exploded, scattering debris and bits of vegetation everywhere.
The short-haired boy's fist slammed into Leng Feng's blade, producing a dull thud. He felt an overwhelming force surge from the blade; it wasn't internal energy, nor technique, but pure power—the power Leng Feng had honed while hunting ferocious beasts on the border, the power capable of cleaving a wild boar in two with a single strike.
His arm went numb, his thumb and forefinger split open, and he was thrown backward, stumbling seven or eight steps before barely managing to regain his footing. He looked down at his fist—the skin on his knuckles was completely torn, revealing the flesh beneath.
"Your swordsmanship is too solidly rooted." He gritted his teeth to steady himself, his tone filled with resentment, but even more so with apprehension.
Leng Feng did not reply. He had already sheathed his knife, holding it in front of him, waiting for the next target.
Two female disciples flanked them from the side.
They formed hand seals, activating their vine-binding martial art. Countless dark green vines burst from the ground, winding and coiling like snakes, sweeping towards Su Muyue and Chu Fan. This was their family's heirloom martial art, a mid-grade Xuan-level technique, primarily used to trap enemies. It had once trapped an opponent at the late stage of the Meridian Opening Realm during an intra-school sparring session. Once the formation master was imprisoned, Lin Chen's team's defensive system would have a huge flaw.
"wishful thinking."
Su Muyue spoke in a cold voice.
The Su family's ancestral exorcism array was immediately deployed, silver runes flowing and shining beneath their feet, possessing purifying power. The moment the vines touched the array patterns, they withered, turned black, and broke as if burned, turning into ashes. The evil aura was completely dispelled, and even the stench in the air lessened.
Chu Fan simultaneously raised his hand, summoning three array plates.
The array plates spun and intertwined in the air, spiritual energy threads gushing from their surfaces, weaving into a complex three-dimensional maze in mid-air. The illusionary array instantly materialized, enveloping the two female disciples. The world before them distorted and warped—trees became blurry shadows, their companions disproportionate outlines, and they completely lost their sense of direction. They frantically tried to maneuver, but ended up spinning in circles like headless flies, their attacks no longer able to accurately lock onto their targets.
Su Ling'er nimbly dodged from behind.
She had no fixed opponent, but rather moved like a wandering ghost, constantly shifting along the edge of the battlefield. Burning pills and bewitching pills were thrown alternately, the multicolored medicinal mists spreading through the air, interfering with the enemy's vision and disrupting their internal energy circulation. A scion of a noble family was struck in the face by one of her bewitching pills; his eyes immediately glazed over, his steps unsteady, as if he were drunk. Another had his sleeve burned by a burning pill, and in his frantic attempt to escape, he exposed a huge opening.
Her pills weren't deadly, but they were annoying enough. Annoying enough to distract, and distraction leads to mistakes, and mistakes lead to being beaten.
There were three people standing in front of Lin Chen.
Three scions of powerful families attacked simultaneously, their inner energy swirling and blocking all his escape routes. One focused on the front, another flanked him, and the third waited for an opportunity to ambush. Their coordination was seamless, clearly a battle formation they had practiced many times.
Lin Chen activated the Star Origin Technique at full power, his entire body enveloped in silvery-white star energy. Unperturbed, Lin Chen's Star Sword Technique shifted and changed, sometimes fiercely offensive, sometimes skillfully defensive. When a sword came from the front, he sidestepped, then thrust his sword at the opponent's ribs with a backhand strike; when a knife came from the flank, he swung his sword horizontally, using the force of the blow to redirect the blade towards the attacker behind him.
Despite being outnumbered three to one, he not only held his own but became increasingly composed as the fight progressed.
The tall young man was the strongest of the three. He activated his earth-elemental cultivation technique, condensing thick, earth-yellow true energy into a shield as solid as a city wall. At the same time, several stone spikes materialized, piercing straight from the ground and aiming for Lin Chen's lower body.
His cultivation technique is of the upper-grade Xuan level, and his defensive capabilities rank among the top of the freshmen. He once used this shield to withstand the combined attacks of three martial artists of the same level in an intra-school competition, earning him the nickname "Iron Wall".
"While its defense is strong, it lacks agility."
A cold glint flashed in Lin Chen's eyes.
The swordplay abruptly shifted. It was no longer a graceful and agile sword move, but a piercing strike refined to its extreme. Tiny starlight swirled around the blade, and silvery-white specks danced on the edge, like a thin line formed from condensed starlight.
Piercing the Milky Way.
This is a sword technique he created himself, derived from the Starry Sky Sword Technique, but incorporating the defensive penetration characteristics of the Star Martial Core. It doesn't aim for perfection in every aspect, nor for flashy or beautiful designs, but only for one thing—penetration.
click-
The earth-elemental true energy shield shattered like glass.
The tall young man's expression changed drastically. He watched as his shield crumbled beneath the sword's tip, the silvery-white power surging into his meridians along the blade, domineering and fierce. His inner energy was like paper before that power. He hurriedly withdrew, barely dodging the fatal blow, but his shoulder was still grazed by the sword's energy, oozing a faint trace of blood.
"you--"
He clutched his shoulder, unable to speak.
In just a few minutes of fighting, Qin Hao's team suffered repeated setbacks. The short-haired boy was forced back three times by Leng Feng, blood dripping from his arm; the two female disciples were still circling in the maze, their true energy depleting faster and faster, their faces growing paler; the tall youth had a cut on his shoulder, and his offensive clearly weakened. The encirclement advantage they had initially held was gradually eroded by the tacit cooperation of Lin Chen and his five teammates.
Qin Hao stood at the back watching the battle, his face as gloomy as the sky before a storm.
He had thought that with the advantage of numbers and techniques, he could easily defeat Lin Chen's team—seven against five, superior equipment, superior techniques, and superior numbers, what reason was there to lose? But in the current situation, his seven men not only did not gain any advantage, but were instead being suppressed and beaten.
These are wastes.
"A bunch of useless trash! They can't even take down a few people!"
Qin Hao gave a low shout.