Chapter 39 Turning Defeat into Victory

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Under this fierce, storm-like onslaught, Lin Chen’s figure dodged left and right, agile and swift like a swallow in the rain.
The bamboo stick in his hand danced into an impenetrable defense before him, acting as an immensely sturdy barrier as he desperately fended off Wen Yun’s surging attacks.
However, a considerable gap in their cultivation realms still existed after all. As time wore on, Lin Chen gradually began to feel overwhelmed.
Several more horrifying wounds were added to his body, blood gushing out and instantly staining his shattered garments, dripping onto the ground to form eye-catching pools of blood.
Yet that unyielding and defiant spirit deep within Lin Chen’s heart burned brighter and fiercer like a raging inferno amidst this desperate realm of life and death,
as though intent on incinerating every single piece of injustice and humiliation in this mortal world.
During a perilous dodge, when Wen Yun’s long sword lunged forward once more like a venomous snake,
relying on his razor-sharp insight and indomitable will, in the flash of a spark,
Lin Chen suddenly caught sight of an extremely subtle, fleeting flaw in Wen Yun’s sword stance.
In an instant, Lin Chen seemed to catch a glimpse of the dawn of victory, like a warm beam of sunlight piercing through the dark corners of his heart.
Without the slightest hesitation, he took a deep breath, and the remaining, nearly exhausted karmic virtue within his body surged frantically toward the bamboo stick in his hand like a roaring tide.
Instantly, the bamboo stick burst into brilliant light, its entire body shimmering with a dazzling radiance while emitting a low, buzzing hum,
accumulating boundless power as it awaited its ultimate eruption, resembling a long-slumbering giant about to awaken.
Throwing his head back, Lin Chen let out a heaven-shaking roar filled with rage, unresigned bitterness, and indomitable fighting spirit, as if determined to shatter the very shackles of heaven and earth.
Pouring all his remaining strength unreservedly into this single strike, with the resolute momentum of burning his boats and fighting a desperate battle for survival, he thrust fiercely toward Wen Yun’s chest.
This single strike condensed all his hope and power, carrying an unstoppable, resolute determination.
Sensing the imminent danger rushing toward her, Wen Yun widened her eyes in terror, her gaze brimming with disbelief and despair.
She tried to retract her long sword to parry, but it was already too late.
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With a deafening crash reminiscent of the heavens collapsing and the earth splitting, the bamboo stick struck heavily against Wen Yun’s chest.
An overwhelmingly formidable force erupted instantly, blasting Wen Yun’s body backward through the air.
Like a kite with a broken string, she traced a despairing arc across the sky, resembling a fallen meteor as she crashed heavily into the corner of the courtyard, kicking up a cloud of dust.
"Puff!" A mouthful of blood spewed wildly from Wen Yun like a blossoming fountain, instantly staining the ground before her. The blood appeared exceptionally glaring under the sunlight, emitting a pungent, fishy odor.
The long sword she had been gripping tightly slipped from her grasp, hitting the ground nearby with a crisp, metallic clanging sound.
The overwhelmingly powerful and intimidating spiritual energy that had previously surrounded her dissipated instantly into nothingness like bursting bubbles, ceasing to exist.
Her complexion was as pale as paper, devoid of all color, and her eyes were filled with horror, despair, and helplessness as her entire body trembled uncontrollably,
much like a solitary leaf shivering in the bitter wind, or a wounded lamb awaiting slaughter.
"This... How is this possible..." Wen Yun stared wide-eyed, fixing her gaze firmly on Lin Chen with an expression brimming with utter disbelief and dread.
She could never have imagined that this person whom she had always regarded as trash, someone to be trampled upon at will,
could turn defeat into victory right here in this desperate plight, and even completely abolish the cultivation realm she had painstakingly cultivated for many years, instantly plunging her from the clouds down to the lowest depths and reducing her to a crippled nobody at the mercy of others.
All of this felt like a nightmare, yet the piercing, agonizing pain told her this was a cruel reality.
Lin Chen walked toward Wen Yun step by slow step, each stride steady and powerful as though stepping upon the very strings of Wen Yun’s heart,
making her heartbeat grow increasingly frantic. Every footfall accompanied by the friction of shoe soles against the ground sounded exceptionally clear within the silent courtyard.
Lin Chen’s gaze exuded an iron-willed, ice-cold brilliance. Although the bamboo stick in his hand was already covered in dense cracks and could snap at any moment,
he still gripped it tightly, refusing to loosen his hold by even the slightest fraction. The bloodstains on the bamboo stick appeared exceptionally glaring under the sunlight,
serving as the emblem of his unyielding spirit, seemingly recounting the hardships and difficulties he had endured along this journey.
"You... You cannot kill me..." Wen Yun stared in terror at the approaching Lin Chen, her voice trembling violently like a candle flickering in a biting gale.
She tried to prop up her paralyzed and limp body with her hands, frantically dragging herself backward in a desperate attempt to escape this place of despair.
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However, her severely injured body refused to obey her commands, and she could only struggle futilely on the ground, leaving a long trail of blood in her wake—a winding, crimson streak that was deeply shocking to the eye.
At that exact moment, Ye Ling'er, who had been standing on the sidelines watching coldly, turned instantly pale. She had never anticipated that the situation would reverse so drastically.
The outcome she had assumed was firmly within her grasp had completely collapsed in the blink of an eye, catching her utterly off guard and filling her heart with a profound sense of terror and unease.
"Useless trash, how dare you murder a fellow sect member? Pay with your life!" Ye Ling'er cried out sharply, attempting to mask her inner fear with a furious roar.
With a wave of the long whip in her hand, she lashed toward Lin Chen amidst a fierce, biting gale. The whip carved an arc through the air, producing a whistling sound
like an angry python baring its fangs and brandishing its claws as it lunged at its prey.
Sidestepping to evade the blow, a flash of resolute decisiveness crossed Lin Chen’s gaze.
Holding the bamboo stick horizontally, he assumed a stance. With karmic energy surging within his body, he unleashed the Breeze Sword Technique.
His strikes emerged like a gentle breeze brushing across the face, evoking a feeling of spring warmth yet concealing lethal intent underneath, every single movement and form brimming with endless profound mysteries.
Using the bamboo stick in place of a sword, Lin Chen drew upon his profound understanding and comprehension of the sword technique to execute its absolute essence to the fullest.
Catching sight of this, Ye Ling'er was deeply shocked; she had never expected Lin Chen to possess such exquisite sword mastery.
This sudden turn of events caught her off guard, but finding herself already riding the tiger and unable to dismount,
she could only bite the bullet and lash out with her whip once more, attempting to salvage the lost battle.
However, her heart was filled with panic and dread, and the long whip in her hand seemed to have lost its former might.
Stepping to the rhythm of the Breeze Sword Technique, Lin Chen moved with supreme agility. Wielding the bamboo stick like a sword, he parried, thrust, and swept, every single stroke targeting Ye Ling'er’s flaws with pinpoint precision.
His gaze remained focused and resolute, as though everything around him had ceased to exist, leaving only the opponent before him and the bamboo stick in his hand.
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