Urban Supreme Wild Son-in-Law War God

Chapter 101 The So-Called Genius

"Is this the legendary Northern Liang King? The strongest among the kings of the four war zones? He doesn't seem that impressive to me!"

"Right, how strong can this clean-cut guy really be?"

"Hey, keep your voices down! Our military strategist got killed by his men this afternoon for offending him. You still dare to talk about the Northern Liang King? Are you asking for death?"

"Psh, as if the Northern Liang King controls heaven and earth, can he also control what I say? I'm not cursing him; I'm just doubting he's as strong as the legends say! If he wants to kill me over these words, so be it!"

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With Ye Ling and his companions' arrival, murmurs from the Southern Border army soldiers watching the scene began to rise.

Everyone's attitude toward Ye Ling, the Northern Liang King, was extremely cold, even disdainful.

It was as if the execution of Shi Buyun earlier that afternoon wasn't enough to make them realize the Northern Liang King's capabilities.

"These damned creatures, my lord, let me kill a few more to make them recognize their place?"

Chen Dao's expression darkened to the extreme as he spoke in a cold voice.

Ye Ling heard this and just shook his head with a smile, saying nonchalantly, "I hope they can still laugh when Mo Tianwen dies in a while."

Hearing his words, Chen Dao stopped speaking and just looked at Mo Tianwen on the stage with an almost pitying gaze, who still appeared proud and arrogant.

"Northern Liang King, you've arrived. Why not come up to the stage?"

Mo Tianwen looked at Ye Ling with contempt and said.

Hearing this, Ye Ling let out a cold laugh and said lightly, "It's the first time I've seen someone so eager to die."

As soon as the words fell, Ye Ling leapt up and stood in front of Mo Tianwen!

"Elder Wu, this is the life-or-death agreement I signed with the Northern Liang King. Please, trouble yourself to witness this duel!"

Mo Tianwen took the life-or-death agreement bearing his and Ye Ling's names and threw it to an old man below the stage, speaking with respectful manners.

The old man nodded slightly and said slowly, "The life-or-death agreement is in order. Let fate decide the outcome of this duel!"

"If there are no objections from either side, then the fight may begin!"

Ye Ling looked at Chen Dao and said, "Throw me a blade!"

"Got it!"

Chen Dao immediately responded, strode to a Southern Border army soldier, plucked the saber from his waist, and threw it towards Ye Ling on the stage.

The blade glided through the air and landed firmly in Ye Ling's hand amid the crowd's watchful eyes.

Seeing Ye Ling prepare to withstand his strike with the back of his blade, Mo Tianwen also said disdainfully.

During the speech, he further increased the strength in his hand, and the speed of the broadsword surged again.

"Ding!"

The grating sound of metal clashing echoed in everyone's ears.

Everyone's expression changed, their eyes instantly filled with disbelief.

They saw that Mo Tianwen's broadsword had stopped just three centimeters from Ye Ling's neck.

And it was Ye Ling's ordinary Southern Border army saber that had blocked Mo Tianwen's strike.

One must know that Mo Tianwen, as a knife genius of the Guiyi Dao Sect, wielded a broadsword specially made by the sect's master smiths, unmatched in material and craftsmanship compared to ordinary swords.

And Ye Ling's blade was just a common saber issued to every soldier in the Southern Border army, in no way comparable to the broadsword in Mo Tianwen's hands.

Yet, such a disparity between the two blades, and they were at a stalemate.

Shock filled Mo Tianwen's eyes as well.

Only he, the one holding the broadsword, truly knew the terrifying force of the rebound when the two blades collided a moment ago!

The broadsword's edge was merely three centimeters from Ye Ling's neck—just three more centimeters would have been enough to kill Ye Ling on this stage.

But those three centimeters were like an insurmountable chasm between Mo Tianwen and Ye Ling, no matter how hard Mo Tianwen tried, he just couldn't cross that gap!

"Is this the strength of the so-called blade prodigy? Quite disappointing, I must say," Ye Ling said indifferently.

As the words fell, Ye Ling had already raised his other hand and flicked his finger against Mo Tianwen's broadsword.

"Crack!"

A sound of metal fracturing immediately followed.

To the horrified gazes of the onlookers, Mo Tianwen's specially crafted broadsword had developed a crack.

And the crack was spreading at a terrifying speed, covering the blade in just a few breaths.

One must realize this dreadful outcome was caused by just a flick of Ye Ling's finger.

"You... you are the War King..."

Mo Tianwen's face was filled with terror, his voice trembling as he spoke.

Mo Tianwen was no fool, by now, how could he not realize that Ye Ling's strength was far above his!