Chapter 980: Chapter 980

"So, you are Lin Chen. I've heard that the women around you are all as beautiful as flowers. If I kill you, those women will all belong to me. I'll train them into my slaves and bring them back to the Island Nation for my pleasure!" Wind Demon Ichiro's lips curled into a bloodthirsty smirk.

As he spoke, a wave of blood-soaked energy surged throughout Wind Demon Ichiro's body, gathering on his Blood Blade.

"Over the past few days, my Blood Blade has absorbed enough ghostly resentment. It's the perfect opportunity to show you the power of the Island Nation's Ghost Blade."

As the sinister aura enveloped the Ghost Blade, everyone's faces turned pale with fear.

Only Lin Chen remained indifferent, "You kill our Chinese martial artists, insult our Chinese martial arts. Within three moves, I will cripple your limbs and sever your head."

"Within three moves, I will cripple your limbs and sever your head!"

Arrogant, domineering!

However, such words seemed overly conceited to those present.

Everyone had just witnessed Wind Demon Ichiro's power. To cripple his limbs and decapitate him in three moves? How could that be possible!

Wind Demon Ichiro was already more than arrogant enough, but no one had expected Lin Chen to be even more audacious.

Wind Demon Ichiro had defeated five elite martial artists from China in a single move. Facing such a formidable opponent, Lin Chen dared to boast about killing him in three moves!

Many were curious about this mysterious martial artist from China. Who was he to be so brazen?

Defeating Wind Demon Ichiro in just three moves seemed like pure nonsense. It wasn't just the foreign martial artists who didn't believe it—even the Chinese martial artists thought it was unlikely.

"Long Yin, what do you think?" Mu Yun, the Celestial Maiden, asked.

"Wind Demon Ichiro hasn't revealed his true strength yet. Lin Chen's boasting seems overly reckless," Long Yin replied calmly.

"This guy must've had too much of an easy time so far, which made him overly arrogant. Wind Demon Ichiro's strength is absolutely on par with ours. To kill him in three moves—impossible!" Mu Yun sighed.

Both of them looked visibly tense. After all, this World Martial Arts Tournament was a matter of honor for Chinese martial artists. If they lost, the other side would surely exploit it to their advantage, which would be a significant blow to the development of Chinese martial arts.

"Master, don't worry. Lin Chen defeating that bastard is merely a matter of minutes. His gains from the secret realm are beyond your imagination. Plus, he's now a Void God Realm expert." Wang Zixuan smiled as she spoke.

"What did you just say?" Mu Yun and Long Yin's expressions immediately hardened.

Wang Zixuan stared at Lin Chen on the fighting stage, unable to hide her admiration for him.

"The Lin Chen standing here today is no longer the same one you met at Jade Maiden Peak. He's become a true powerhouse!"

"That's impossible!" Mu Yun and Long Yin exclaimed in unison.

A Void God Realm expert is not something just anyone could achieve. Even in the entire world, such experts are exceedingly rare.

Long Yin, one of China's top martial artists, had been stuck at the peak of the Divine Vessel Realm for years. For a young man like Lin Chen to have supposedly attained the Void God Realm—it was simply unbelievable.

Seeing their incredulous expressions, Wang Zixuan cracked a faint smile. "If you don't believe me, just watch. I hope you won't be too surprised!"

Mu Yun froze at her words, silent for a moment before saying, "If what you say is true and you like Lin Chen, I won't object to you being together."

Mu Yun had previously disapproved of their relationship because Lin Chen wasn't exceptional enough. If Lin Chen truly became a Void God Realm expert, he would be standing at the pinnacle of greatness.

Hearing Mu Yun's words, Wang Zixuan's cheeks flushed slightly as her gaze returned to the boy on the stage.

Scenes of their past together flashed in her mind as if they had just happened.

Unknowingly, Wang Zixuan's cheeks were tinged with a hint of red, "Yes, I've truly fallen for this man!"

On the stage, the two adversaries stared at each other intently, ready to strike at any moment.

Wind Demon Ichiro's eyes gleamed murderously upon hearing Lin Chen's words. "Hahaha! Lin Chen, you're the first person to ever dare utter such arrogant remarks to me. Fine, let's see how you manage to kill me in three moves!"

His lips curled into a vicious grin. The Ghost Blade in his hand exuded bloody energy and a sharp chill. "Kill you and absorb your ghostly spirit, and I'll bet my Ghost Blade's rank will rise even further. Boy, as a reward for your insolence, I'll use your soul to consecrate my Blood Blade!"

As soon as he finished speaking, eerie wails arose from the Blood Blade, striking terror into everyone present.

With a cruel chuckle, Wind Demon Ichiro suddenly vanished from the spot, reappearing instantly behind Lin Chen.

His Blood Blade transformed into countless blood-red hands, tightly entangling Lin Chen while the razor-sharp edge of the blade moved toward Lin Chen's neck.

Below the stage, the Chinese martial artists' faces turned pale. None had expected Wind Demon Ichiro's Blood Blade to possess such abilities.

Only now did they realize Wind Demon Ichiro had never truly revealed his power before; this was his real strength.

Seeing Lin Chen bound by the blood-red hands, everyone's hearts raced with anxiety.

Even Mu Yun and Long Yin secretly blamed Lin Chen for his carelessness, falling into the opponent's trap.

The situation Lin Chen faced was nearly an inescapable deadlock.

His body was tightly bound, the Blood Blade was less than a foot from his neck — even Wang Zixuan, who had absolute faith in Lin Chen, started to feel apprehensive.

The Blood Blade descended, prompting everyone to shut their eyes in shock.

"It's over. Lin Chen is doomed."

However, to everyone's surprise, the Blood Blade didn't strike Lin Chen; it merely sliced through his shadow.

"What! How's this possible!"

Wind Demon Ichiro's expression twisted in disbelief. With his ghostly bindings in place, how could Lin Chen possibly evade his strike?

From behind him came a mocking voice: "Your petty tricks, meant to fool children, dare to be displayed before me? Utterly laughable."

"Bastard!" Wind Demon Ichiro trembled with rage at Lin Chen's taunts and swung his blade again.

Wind Demon Ichiro's attacks flashed like snowflakes, continually slashing toward Lin Chen, but Lin Chen remained composed, dodging effortlessly with nimble movements.

"Whoa! Did you learn that sword technique from someone? Because it's absolutely pathetic."

"Or is this your Snail Sword Technique? Can it possibly get any slower?"

While evading, Lin Chen incessantly mocked Wind Demon Ichiro's swordsmanship.

Everyone in the audience was stunned. In just the blink of an eye, dozens of moves had passed. Lin Chen's agility left them speechless. Despite Wind Demon Ichiro's rapid assault, it hadn't even grazed Lin Chen's clothing.

If Wind Demon Ichiro could be called a monster, then Lin Chen was clearly the monster's master.

The prowess Lin Chen showcased made the injured martial artists who'd been defeated by Wind Demon Ichiro earlier smile bitterly, "Geniuses? Compared to Lin Chen, we're nothing more than hopeless trash!"