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Chapter 138: Lingxiao vs. Ye Huan (Part One)
After reaching the Golden Core Stage, cultivators primarily relied on their Flying Swords and magical artifacts as their main means of attack, while physical contact became nearly nonexistent. If one reached the Nascent Soul Stage, as Yu Wuxia, the leader of Yuxu Palace, would say, the spiritual energy within could summon the might of heaven and earth. Close combat was something cultivators would do everything to avoid.
Ye Huan fully agreed with this notion, especially considering he had access to a comprehensive arms manual from 2012. He was even less willing to gamble with his life. Summoning a Barrett rifle, he stood straight in the snow beside a Type 99 main battle tank, coldly gazing at Lingxiao, the cultivator wielding the Crimson Beauty Sword over a hundred meters away.
When they had initially ventured to the Southern Xiongnu Empire Capital, if it hadn't been for Lingxiao's interference, five Ninth-Level Practitioners and twenty Eighth-Level Practitioners might have successfully infiltrated the palace. Who knows what the outcome would have been? Subsequently, out of fear, they had retreated to the Eastern Continent; otherwise, they wouldn't have remained oblivious even as Huaxia Nation faced near annihilation. Therefore, Ye Huan held no fondness for this individual and wished nothing more than to consume him alive.
From a distance, upon seeing Ye Huan for the first time, Lingxiao felt similarly. A man who dared to blow up a fifth of the palace in the nation he served was far more unsettling than being bitten by a mosquito on his second toe. How could Lingxiao not harbor resentment towards Ye Huan? The only thing he couldn't comprehend was where a Fifth-Level Summoner found the courage to leap out of a tank and stand before him.
In silence, both Lingxiao and Ye Huan stepped forward a distance—exactly forty-eight meters each—leaving six meters of space for dialogue. Around them, in a circular area spanning over a hundred meters, Southern Xiongnu Empire soldiers retreated dozens of meters away, vigilantly watching while leaving behind a ground littered with corpses that had been swept by M60 machine gun fire.
This wasn't due to cowardice; they simply lacked the qualifications to participate in this battle. If they advanced, it would be tantamount to seeking death. However, they overlooked one crucial detail: thirty-five tanks were not operated by a single person. Even if Ye Huan moved further away, as long as there was someone inside those tanks, they could still be activated. Not to mention that each tank averaged three crew members.
The rumble of engines roared once more as the thirty-five tanks continued their advance. The cannons in front occasionally let out angry roars while the M60 machine guns on either side kept firing incessantly, creating a symphony of death that forced the Southern Xiongnu Empire soldiers—who had already retreated—to move again in an encircling formation around the tanks. They raised massive shields and some clever ones called for friends to bring siege vehicles in an attempt to breach the thick armor of the Type 99 main battle tank.
While their idea wasn't bad, it was unfortunate that the sides of the Type 99 main battle tank were armored with steel plates up to one meter thick. A group of ordinary soldiers simply lacked the capability to breach such defenses. In fact, under the weight of forty or fifty tons of tank armor, despite their efforts, they couldn't even make it budge; instead, many were crushed into pulp at close range.
Observing everything around him without concern for the fate of the regular soldiers, Lingxiao smiled at Ye Huan and gently asked, "Ye Huan, you truly are incredibly lucky. Otherwise, knowing all that you have accomplished later on, you would have already died when I first sent you to Heavenly Prison."
As they spoke, Lingxiao placed the Blood-red Beauty Sword horizontally in front of him, lowered his head, and gently stroked its surface with his left hand. Before Ye Huan could respond, he continued softly, "However, it seems it's not too late. Even though your identity as a summoner grants you special abilities, you are still just a Fifth-Level Summoner..."
Fifth-Level Summoner?
Ye Huan did not deny this identity, but what Lingxiao did not know was that Ye Huan, like him, also held the title of Cultivator. However, having just reached the Golden Core stage, Ye Huan's only possession was a Flying Sword, lacking any powerful magical artifacts. This put him at a slight disadvantage in terms of strength. As for the Flying Swords in his Spatial Ring, they had not been refined and were essentially useless. Therefore, Ye Huan did not refute Lingxiao's statement; he merely shrugged slightly, wanting to conceal his true power to achieve a surprising effect and psychologically suppress Lingxiao, hoping to seize an opportunity for victory.
Not receiving a response from Ye Huan, Lingxiao frowned slightly. With his head lowered, it was hard to discern the thoughts hidden in his eyes. He then continued, "Ye Huan, can you tell me whose sword is outside the Royal Capital City Gate?"
"I don't know." Without hesitation, Ye Huan quickly replied. He also made sure to compress all the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy within his Dantian as much as possible, fearing that Lingxiao might sense something.
After lifting his head again and hearing Ye Huan's answer, Lingxiao's eyes glinted with a hint of cruelty and bloodlust, starkly contrasting with his Dao Robe. He spoke coldly, "Don't know? If you don't know, then you can die!"
With that, he suddenly appeared at Ye Huan's right side, moving at a speed many times faster than a Ninth Level Warrior—there was no warning at all; not even an afterimage remained.
Fortunately, Ye Huan was no longer the ordinary summoner who had never seen the world before. During his time in Yuxu Palace, he had grown accustomed to Yu Wuxia's elusive techniques. Thus, when Lingxiao abruptly appeared beside him, he felt little surprise and instinctively took a step back just in time to evade Lingxiao's strike. This drew an expression of astonishment from Lingxiao as he exclaimed, "Huh?!"
Missing his attack and retreating swiftly was a common saying among Cultivators during battle. When fighting Ye Huan, Lingxiao instinctively retreated about ten meters after missing his strike. This showed that despite the years spent on the Nine Provinces Continent, he still adhered to his old habits without any change.
Trying to use Divine Sense to sense Ye Huan nearby, Lingxiao could only feel the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy belonging to a Fifth-Level Summoner emanating from him. He found it quite strange how Ye Huan had managed to dodge his earlier elusive attack and couldn't help but think that Ye Huan's luck was indeed extraordinary...
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