Sword Intent!
Lin Yu had actually comprehended Sword Intent!
As Lin Yu's words fell and his aura surged, the powerful Sword Intent he unleashed swept through the area like a tidal wave, causing the surrounding students to gasp in disbelief.
"Wait... Lin Yu really managed to comprehend Sword Intent?!"
"This is insane! As expected of the most promising genius in Lingyun Academy!"
"Sword Intent is a true martial arts essence—it's invincible at the same level! Jiang Chen is definitely in trouble this time!"
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Even Meng Qingxue, who had been calm up to this point, could not hide the shock in her beautiful eyes.
She knew very well how difficult it was to comprehend Sword Intent.
Even with her exceptional talent, after numerous attempts in Sword Mark Hall, she had only managed to scratch the surface of the intent.
Yet Lin Yu, standing before them now, had not only grasped it but had reached the rudimentary form of a complete Sword Intent!
Once fully mastered, Lin Yu could eventually condense a true Sword Essence, making him nearly invincible at his level.
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Sword Intent.
It was synonymous with absolute power.
Anyone who comprehended Sword Intent could dominate opponents of the same level and even defeat enemies of higher cultivation realms.
Meng Qingxue clenched her fists tightly, a trace of worry surfacing on her face as she glanced at Jiang Chen.
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Lin Yu stood with his sword gleaming ominously, his killing intent sharpened to a blade's edge.
But opposite him, Jiang Chen remained perfectly calm, as though the surging Sword Intent didn't faze him in the slightest.
"Not bad. You've got some talent to comprehend Sword Intent," Jiang Chen said casually, his tone indifferent.
"But… with the mere prototype of Sword Intent, you think you can challenge me?"
Jiang Chen's words struck the crowd like thunder.
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"What arrogance!" Lin Yu sneered. "If you're so confident, let's see what you've got!"
Jiang Chen turned his head slightly toward Meng Qingxue, who looked surprised as he called out:
"Qingxue, lend me your sword."
Startled, Meng Qingxue quickly pulled a silver longsword from her storage ring and tossed it to Jiang Chen.
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Jiang Chen caught the sword with ease. Twirling it gracefully in his hand, he performed a beautiful sword flourish.
The blade gleamed brightly under the sunlight, and at that moment, Jiang Chen's voice rang faintly through the air:
"When I was observing the Sword Mark Stone in the Sword Mark Hall earlier, I accidentally comprehended Sword Intent."
"I suppose it's fate. Since you're so eager to fight with Sword Intent, I'll confront you with the Sword Intent I happened to understand!"
His calm, matter-of-fact tone reverberated like a bomb in the courtyard.
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The crowd stared at Jiang Chen in utter disbelief, their jaws dropping so far that they could almost swallow their tongues.
"This… this guy said he comprehended Sword Intent accidentally?!"
"Does he think Sword Intent is something you can just stumble upon while walking in the park?!"
"Is he serious? Lin Yu worked so hard to comprehend the rudimentary form of Sword Intent, and Jiang Chen says he just happened to realize it?!"
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Lin Yu's face darkened, and his lips curled into a mocking sneer.
"Jiang Chen, you expect me to believe you comprehended Sword Intent on your first visit to Sword Mark Hall?!" Lin Yu scoffed. "Fine, then show me. I want to see just how ridiculous your so-called Sword Intent really is!"
Without another word, Lin Yu's body surged with energy as his sword slashed forward, unleashing a powerful Sword Intent-infused strike.
"Take this!"
A chilling, gray-white sword aura erupted from Lin Yu's blade, roaring toward Jiang Chen with murderous intent. The air trembled under the terrifying pressure, and the very ground seemed to quake beneath their feet.
The energy of the strike was so fierce that several weaker students in the crowd stumbled back instinctively, their faces pale.
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Jiang Chen, however, stood completely unshaken.
As the devastating sword aura approached, Jiang Chen's eyes glinted coldly.
Boom!
In the next moment, a powerful Sword Intent surged from Jiang Chen's body—so sharp and pure that it seemed to slice through the very air.
Jiang Chen gripped the silver longsword tightly, his palm steady.
With a slight flick of his wrist, he swung the sword once.
It was a simple and casual motion—devoid of any unnecessary flair—but the sheer power radiating from the strike sent chills through the crowd.
"Break it!" Jiang Chen's voice rang out, calm yet resolute.