Martial Master

Although You Qianxue had said multiple times that she wanted to kill Qin Chen, it was merely out of anger.

In fact, she just wanted to give Qin Chen a harsh lesson, to let him know the consequences of peeking into her affairs.

Who would have thought that Qin Chen would risk everything to counter her sword moves?

This was simply courting death.

Just as she was entangled in her thoughts, not daring to open her eyes to watch, a mysterious aura suddenly emanated from the front.

This aura felt as if it belonged to a peerless swordsman, traversing the martial world.

It was also akin to an extraordinary sword, unsheathed and astonishing the world.

This compelled You Qianxue to open her eyes.

What she saw next was an unprecedented aura rising from Qin Chen’s body, a shocking sword intent shooting out from his fingertips, which then pointed at the void of her sword moves.

Pfft!

The flawless sword moves instantly shattered, the dazzling sword light collapsing like a fallen domino, all broken in an instant.

That single finger of sword intent actually pierced through all of her sword light, like an immortal descending from the heavens, unstoppable.

You Qianxue was dumbfounded.

How could this be? How is this possible?

She murmured to herself, feeling the urge to cry, as her painstakingly honed sword moves over more than a decade were instantly broken by a late-stage Earth Level martial artist who was even two years younger than her.

The psychological shock left You Qianxue pale, unable to react for a moment.

She began practicing swordsmanship at the age of three, mastered sword moves by five, and could unleash a complete set of sword techniques by seven.

In Ling Tian Sect, she was hailed as a prodigy.

All along, You Qianxue had never encountered a rival in the sword path; she always believed she was the top genius in swordsmanship among the Five Nations of the Northwest.

She had even decided that after securing first place for Ling Tian Sect in the upcoming competition between the Five Nations, she would leave the Northwest and head to the vast continent for higher-level cultivation.

At this moment, Qin Chen’s finger had instantly shattered her inner aspirations.

As she recalled that finger of Qin Chen, though it was very simple, the sword principles it contained were actually more profound than the sword intent she had mastered over ten years.

In this moment, You Qianxue was deeply lost in thought.

Qin Chen did not expect that his casual finger would have such a huge impact on You Qianxue.

What a good opportunity.

At that moment, he no longer hesitated, his figure flickered, turning into a streak of light as he vanished into the forest.

With such a great opportunity, why not run? What are you waiting for?

Not good!

When Qin Chen moved, You Qianxue snapped back to her senses, raising her head to see Qin Chen's figure disappearing into the woods.

Gritting her teeth, she quickly pursued, but where was Qin Chen’s figure?

That guy actually ran away?

Biting her red lips, You Qianxue felt a mix of emotions, only experiencing waves of fear afterwards.

She had lost her composure during the battle just now, which was simply unforgivable.

In that state, any Earth Level martial artist could easily kill her.

That guy didn’t take the opportunity to attack me!

She sheathed her sword, unable to comprehend.

If Qin Chen had attacked her just now, there was an eighty to ninety percent chance she would have met her end on the spot.

Hmph, does he think he can get away?

Taking out an array disk, a glint of cunning flashed in You Qianxue’s eyes.

Much like the mesmerizing confusion array of the Blood Spirit Pool, the array for the initial test of the Five Nations competition was also set up by her father back in the day.

This was why she had been able to so easily locate Qin Chen earlier.

Eh!

However, when she activated the array disk again, the trace of Qin Chen had actually vanished.

How is this possible?

You Qianxue fumbled around, and soon realized that the array disk had completely lost Qin Chen’s trace.