C21 Fourteenth Prince Qin Xuan Vs Grayhands Yu Lin

The Fourteenth Prince, Qin Xuan, faced off against Yu Lin from the renowned Grayhands Sword Sect. To onlookers, Qin Xuan was nothing more than a martial arts failure, while Yu Lin was celebrated as a prodigious talent, the second most exceptional youth of the Grayhands. The outcome of their match seemed a foregone conclusion, giving rise to the betting miracle with odds of 1:10000.

In the stands, spectators cast looks of pity and remorse toward Qin Xuan. Wu Ji, her fists clenched tightly, resolved that if things took a turn for the worse, she would shatter the rules to rescue him.

"1:10000?" Qin Xuan couldn't decide whether to laugh or cry upon hearing the odds. It seemed no one had faith in him; he was seen as a complete waste. Yet, the thought of such staggering odds made him consider the fortune he stood to gain.

"My time has come to take the stage. Let the world quake at my feet!"

Yu Lin, a vision in white, executed a graceful Sword Flight to land in the arena, his hair fluttering in the breeze, his handsome features causing a stir among the women watching. Across from him, the Fourteenth Prince of Atrela, with a Peacock Feather Fan in hand, ascended the steps with a gentle sway. He took his place in the arena with an air of refined elegance.

"Fourteenth Prince, it seems palace life has been unkind to you, pushing you to seek your own demise," Yu Lin sneered, his brows arching provocatively. "But worry not, falling to an Innate Seventh Level practitioner like myself will leave you without regrets." He regarded Qin Xuan as nothing more than a lump of useless clay, fit only to be trampled underfoot.

"The outcome is not yet decided! Don't count your chickens before they hatch," Qin Xuan replied, unfazed, offering Yu Lin only a smile.

"You spineless turtle, today I'll sever your head and feed it to the dogs! Meet your end!" Yu Lin's face twisted with loathing as he brandished the Meteor Sword, thrusting it toward Qin Xuan's heart with a mere 30% of his strength. After scanning Qin Xuan's body with his inner energy and detecting no power, Yu Lin was confident this strike would be fatal.

However, the sword did not pierce Qin Xuan's chest as Yu Lin had anticipated. Instead, Qin Xuan nimbly dodged it with his Peacock Feather Fan. "Impossible! How did he dodge that? He knows martial arts!"

"Yue Li System, display the martial arts realm: Acquired Realm, third level!" Hmph, today I'm going to play the fool to catch the wise. Let them think I'm merely at the third level of the Acquired Realm! He had already reached the sixth level of the Innate Realm but had no desire to reveal his true power. With a "ding," the system revealed Qin Xuan's martial arts prowess: Acquired Realm, third level!

Jing Wuheng was the first to sense something was amiss. His brows furrowed, his face a picture of astonishment. He couldn't fathom how someone's cultivation realm had suddenly escalated to the third level of the Acquired Realm. Gradually, others began to notice the anomaly with Qin Xuan—he possessed inner strength! Yet, after their initial shock, they displayed a mix of sympathy, pity, and mockery. To them, the gap between the third level of the Acquired Realm and Yu Lin's seventh level of the Innate Realm was as vast as the difference between heaven and earth. Yu Lin was to Qin Xuan what an elephant is to an ant.

How could this be? Yu Lin couldn't understand. He had just examined Qin Xuan, who had shown no signs of inner strength, and now he was at the third level of the Acquired Realm? But it no longer mattered. To him, the third level of the Acquired Realm was as insignificant as a mouse, not worth fearing in the slightest.

"Fourteenth prince, take this!" Yu Lin from the Grayhands, his face as dark as the depths of the ocean, his gaze piercing, exuded a menacing aura. Holding the Meteor Sword, he unleashed the Phantom Blade technique, slicing through the air, aiming straight for Qin Xuan's face.

Qin Xuan had never been in a fight before. At that moment, he deeply regretted not taking Wu Ji's Sword Manual seriously. Even a single move or two would have been helpful now. But it was too late for regrets. He would have to rely on instinct—fighting back as best he could. Facing Yu Lin's lethal swordplay, Qin Xuan ducked and weaved, narrowly escaping each deadly strike, his movements desperate and uncoordinated. His clothes were slashed to ribbons, his body bore numerous cuts, and his face was marred by wounds.

"Come on, grandaunt, lend me a hand here. Can you bear to see me in such a sorry state?" Qin Xuan implored, trying to connect with the Peacock Feather Fan's Divine Sense, hoping the Divine Weapon would assist him. Yet, all he was met with was silence—nothing but silence.

Yu Lin, on the other hand, was growing increasingly impatient. His once-prized Phantom Blade technique was being repeatedly dodged by the seemingly inferior third-level Innate opponent before him. It was beyond belief, an utter farce! "You're like a scurrying rat. Have the guts to face me in a proper fight instead of skulking around!" In his frustration, Yu Lin had forgotten that he was leveraging his superior martial arts prowess to dominate Qin Xuan, even demanding a straightforward battle.

"You're quite the comedian. Who was it that wanted me dead? Well, I refuse to oblige," Qin Xuan taunted while nimbly evading the oncoming blows and running circles around his adversary, even sticking out his tongue in mockery. Amidst his evasive maneuvers, he seemed to catch on to some of Yu Lin's patterns. The movements of his opponent were becoming more predictable. What was happening? Was Qin Xuan getting stronger, or was Yu Lin slowing down?

The audience was equally baffled. What was happening with the fourteenth prince? Despite the clear disparity in their strengths, how was he managing to dodge every attack? Some spectators, moved by Qin Xuan's display, began to root for the fourteenth prince with growing enthusiasm.

Feeling his pride wounded by Qin Xuan's jeers and the crowd's cheers, Yu Lin's resolve hardened. He thought to himself, "I can endure my uncle's taunts, but not my aunt's!" With that, his sword strikes grew even more fierce and swift.

In a dramatic moment, as Yu Lin executed his Phantom Blade technique aiming for Qin Xuan's face, a clang rang out. Yu Lin was sent flying back several meters, staring at Qin Xuan in disbelief.

A hush fell over the training field. What had just happened? The onlookers shared a collective look of astonishment. Qin Xuan had actually parried Yu Lin's sword strike! How had he done it?

"Phantom Blade?!" Yu Qing's brow furrowed in consternation, his gaze fixed on Qin Xuan. Amidst the stunned silence of the training field, only Wu Ji allowed herself a smile of relief, her beauty shining through her satisfaction.

In the midst of Yu Lin's relentless assault, Qin Xuan had been meticulously analyzing his adversary's techniques. His understanding of Yu Lin's movements became increasingly clear, allowing him to slowly master the essence of the Phantom Blade technique. Just recently, Qin Xuan wielded the Peacock Feather Fan as if it were a sword, employing the Phantom Blade skills he had learned to parry Yu Lin's onslaught.

Shock! Anger! Humiliation! Yu Lin of the Grayhands was overwhelmed by a tumult of emotions! He had never experienced such a profound defeat in his life, especially not at the hands of someone who was merely at the third level of the Acquired Stage—a person he considered no better than refuse!