“Prince Consort, I’ve already suppressed my cultivation from 4th stage Martial King Realm down to 8th stage Martial Master Realm. Do you dare accept my challenge?”
Lu Daoshi grinned coldly, his clenched fists crackling with tension.
Lin Ze’s lips curved upward into a confident, radiant smile. “Bring it on. I accept!”
Hearing that, many experts inside the hall couldn’t help but change expressions.
“He actually dared to accept?”
“Tsk tsk… Is he really that capable or just plain stupid?”
“Even with his cultivation suppressed, Lu Daoshi’s physique and martial arts alone aren’t something a mere Martial Master can resist.”
“Exactly. Though Lu Daoshi’s a bit dumb, his strength ranks in the top three among the younger generation of Netherveil Continent.”
Many of the major powers sighed internally. To them, the outcome was clear—Lin Ze would definitely lose!
Even quite a few elders and disciples from Netherveil Palace sighed heavily when Lin Ze agreed without hesitation, anxious to the point of panic.
After all, Lin Ze was now the Empress’s Prince Consort—he represented the face of Netherveil Palace!
If he got beaten down like a dog by Lu Daoshi, it would be a public disgrace. Their prestige would be gone. How would they continue to rule?
Just thinking about it made those elders feel like coughing blood.
“Hahaha… let’s see what skills this loud-mouthed Prince Consort actually has!” Lu Daoshi sneered and stepped onto the arena.
Lin Ze stood across from him, still wearing that relaxed, careless smile.
Hundreds of eyes locked onto him, every movement scrutinized, everyone holding their breath to see just what kind of ability this Prince Consort had.
You Yiran, however, remained composed, calmly resting with her eyes closed as if she had no concern for Lin Ze’s chances. Shangguan Yi slowly sipped her tea, completely unconcerned.
But Grand Elder Ji Mingyun and Second Elder Li Wuya looked grim. In their eyes, even with Lin Ze’s outstanding talent, facing a suppressed Martial King Realm expert was still highly unfavorable. This was going to be a tough battle.
And yet…
The hall was silent.
Lin Ze, hands behind his back, didn’t hesitate for even a second. His body moved like a pouncing leopard—blink and he was already in front of Lu Daoshi!
Lu Daoshi reacted swiftly. Black light burst from his fists as he struck out with all his strength.
Lin Ze raised his hand and formed a sword with two fingers, clashing directly with Lu Daoshi’s punch.
Boom! A dull explosion echoed through the arena, accompanied by the crisp crack of bone breaking.
Everyone stared in shock. No one expected this seemingly refined Prince Consort to initiate such a reckless direct clash!
Just as they were about to criticize Lin Ze for being too impulsive, they saw Lu Daoshi’s right arm twist violently the moment it made contact with Lin Ze’s fingers.
Crack—!
The true essence of the Wildblade Sword Scripture erupted at Lin Ze’s fingertips. In the next instant, Lu Daoshi was sent flying like a cannonball, blasted back by a single strike.
Then, with his right hand clenched into a fist, he pounded Lu Daoshi like a sandbag—six punches in the blink of an eye!
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The combo was fast, ruthless, and seamless.
Lu Daoshi couldn’t even make a sound before he collapsed to the floor, completely unconscious.
One move knockout.
Lights out!
The entire hall fell silent!!
Most hadn’t even clearly seen what happened. Staring at the arena, their widened eyes were filled with disbelief.
The Black Demon Sect Master’s smirk froze halfway, his expression turning from smug to grim. He slammed the table and roared, “That’s supposed to be 8th stage Martial Master Realm?!”
All the experts were just as dumbfounded, waves of shock roiling in their hearts.
From Lin Ze’s speed and reaction, he didn’t seem much different from a typical Martial Master. But that exchange of blows—now that was something else entirely.
Lu Daoshi had used the Black Demon Sect’s ultimate technique, Mountain-Shattering Demon Fist, famed for its brutal power. Few could take it head-on.
But Lin Ze? He casually poked out a finger—and sent the guy flying!
Unbelievable!
As everyone was still trying to process what just happened, a shocked voice broke the silence.
“My heavens! That’s the Wildblade Sword Scripture!!”
“He just used the most difficult sword technique to master—the Wildblade Sword Scripture?!”
“Wasn’t he supposed to be a cripple?”
“How is he using the Wildblade Sword Scripture?”
“No wonder he said he was invincible among peers. He wasn’t boasting—he meant every word!”
In that moment, the faces of many experts changed dramatically. They all gasped, stunned by the display they had just witnessed.
The Wildblade Sword Scripture—even Martial Saints and Martial Deities had failed to master it.
Apart from that legendary Sword Demon of old, no one on the Nine Provinces Continent had ever been known to learn it.
And now, a mere 8th stage Martial Master… had just used it effortlessly!
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Seeing the shocked expressions of the sect masters and emperors, You Yiran remained indifferent and casually commented, “Lin Ze has incredible talent in swordsmanship. This level of strength is nothing surprising.”
Her words weren’t wrong.
“The Prince Consort is actually a swordsmanship genius?”
“No wonder he became Prince Consort. The Empress really has an eye for people!”
“And not only that, he’s insanely handsome too. It’s infuriating!”
Elders and disciples of Netherveil Palace looked at Lin Ze with admiration, all now singing his praises.
Meanwhile, the Black Demon Sect Master’s face had turned black as ink. His jaw clenched, teeth grinding as he stared angrily at Lin Ze’s smirking face.
“Don’t get too full of yourself! Do you dare face all my disciples at once?!”
“Oh?” Lin Ze raised his brows, surprised that this shameless man could even say something like that.
“Sure, why not? But we’ll make it interesting,” Lin Ze said lazily, digging in his ear.
“What bet?”
“I’ll take all your disciples on by myself. If I lose, do whatever you want with me. But if I win, you—Black Demon Sect Master—will give everyone a striptease for entertainment.”
Lin Ze chuckled, his gaze playful as he stared at the sect master.
The Black Demon Sect Master couldn’t stand that smug look. Without even thinking, he agreed.
One guy against all my disciples? Who does he think he is?!
“Everyone—go! Beat him to death!” he shouted.
All the Black Demon Sect disciples stepped onto the arena, their eyes filled with hostility as they stared down Lin Ze.
They exchanged glances, then simultaneously suppressed their realms to 8th stage Martial Master and gathered their full internal power, preparing to unleash their strongest attacks.
In an instant, a tidal wave of energy surged toward Lin Ze—an overwhelming barrage of strikes, roaring like a tsunami, capable of flattening mountains.
All the onlookers were horrified. The entire arena was bathed in deadly attacks, with nowhere to hide.
The crowd fell completely silent, eyes locked on this shocking scene.
You Yiran clenched her fists in secret, her divine sense tightly locked on Lin Ze, ready to intervene the moment he was in danger.
However, facing dozens of ferocious strikes, Lin Ze’s expression didn’t change at all. Instead, the corner of his mouth curled into a disdainful smile.
He casually summoned a chopstick into his hand, raised the small wooden stick, and flicked it forward with a whisper,
“Go screw your old tree!”
Everyone: “…eh?”
Li Wuya’s eyes lit up. His blood boiled with excitement. What a move! So badass!