Shenwu Yutianlei

Chapter 271 Shen Yun VS Liu Xuan 4

In terms of cultivation, he was clearly one level higher than Shen Yun, and the difference in realm was like a chasm, which should have given him an absolute advantage. In terms of age, he was several years older than Shen Yun, and in these extra years, he should have accumulated more combat experience and profound skills.

As proud as Liu Xuan was, he was filled with resentment and unwillingness at the current evenly matched situation. This result was a great shame for him. But what could he do? He had already used all his skills and techniques without reservation. Every move contained his powerful strength and superb skills.

However, Shen Yun on the opposite side was by no means an ordinary person. He was able to barely withstand his fierce attack. That tenacious resistance made Liu Xuan feel unprecedented pressure.

On the other side, Shen Yun stood with a sword in his hand, his posture as straight as a pine tree, his expression solemn and focused. He secretly evaluated in his heart: This Liu Xuan is indeed quite capable, and should not be underestimated. Without using the "Thunder God Jue" to activate the lightning spirit power, it would be no easy task for him to defeat the opponent.

Lin Zhen and Liu Zheng, who were watching the fight on the side, looked at each other. Their eyes met, and it seemed that in this brief moment, they conveyed some unspeakable thoughts.

Lin Zhen spoke first: "Brother Liu, look, my nephew Liu Xuan and Shen Yun are quite evenly matched in this fierce confrontation. With such a stalemate, it will probably be hard to determine the winner if the competition continues. I don't think there is a need to continue the competition?" Lin Zhen's tone was calm, with a hint of negotiation, and his eyes revealed his careful consideration of the competition.

Liu Zheng nodded slightly after hearing this, and said in agreement: "Brother Lin is right. These two children have already demonstrated their extraordinary strength. If they continue to compete, they may suffer some damage, which is not good."

Then, Liu Zheng turned his gaze to Liu Xuan with a serious and solemn expression, and said, "Okay, Xuan'er, come back." His voice was not loud, but it contained unquestionable majesty.

Liu Xuan heard this, even though he was still a little unwilling, but he didn't dare to disobey his father's order, so he had to show off his sword skills to vent the fighting spirit in his heart. Then, he put the long sword into the storage ring with a swift movement, turned around and walked towards Liu Zheng, with a little reluctance in his steps, but he could only accept this outcome helplessly.

Seeing this, Shen Yun quickly cast his eyes towards Lin Zhen, with a hint of inquiry and expectation in his eyes. With a slight nod from Lin Zhen, Shen Yun then safely put away the Jinghong Sword in his hand, and the flashing light on the sword also disappeared. Then, he jumped off the competition platform lightly and stood behind Lin Zhen with steady steps.

"Brother Yun, are you okay?" Lin Ruyi looked concerned, her beautiful eyes full of anxiety and worry, and she hurriedly stepped forward and asked.

"Don't worry, I'm fine." Shen Yun responded with a smile, which revealed confidence and calmness, as if the fierce competition just now was just an ordinary experience for him.

"Good, good, Yun'er, you did a great job." Lin Zhen was also in a very happy mood at this time, with a smile of satisfaction and pride on his face. Shen Yun fought against the strong with the weak, and was able to hold his own in the battle with Liu Xuan, which really earned him enough face. Originally, according to Lin Zhen's expectation, as long as Shen Yun could fight Liu Xuan for about a hundred moves, he would find a reason to stop the competition, which would not only give Liu Zheng enough face, but also not lose face himself. But he didn't expect Shen Yun to be so outstanding, far exceeding his expectations, which made Lin Zhen feel very honored in front of everyone.

Liu Zheng on the side did not look so good. His face was so gloomy that it seemed like water could drip out. He had originally planned carefully to use the name of sparring to give Lin Zhen a warning, but he did not expect that the development of things was completely deviated from his expectations and he actually sprained his ankle.

Thinking of this, he looked at Liu Xuan fiercely with resentment, his eyes like a sharp blade.

He couldn't help but curse in his heart: "You useless thing. What a waste. All your daily training has been in vain? You can't even beat someone with lower cultivation than you. You've wasted this great opportunity I created for you. You're totally useless." Liu Zheng's chest was heaving violently, and it was obvious that he was very angry.

Liu Zheng suppressed the rage in his heart that was like a volcano about to erupt, and forced a very reluctant smile on his face. He bowed to Lin Zhen and said, "Brother Lin, I am not as skilled as you in today's competition. I will come to learn from you another day." As he finished speaking, his clenched fist trembled slightly, showing his extreme unwillingness. After that, he turned around abruptly, and his wide sleeves swung out a sharp arc in the air, and he was about to leave in a hurry with Liu Xuan.

Liu Xuan hung his head at this moment, his eyes dodging, not daring to look directly at his father's angry eyes that seemed to be able to spit out flames. In his heart, he was cursing: "It's all Shen Yun's fault. If it weren't for him, how could I be so embarrassed!" Thinking about it, he couldn't help but look at Shen Yun fiercely. His face was as pale as paper, his lips were tightly closed, and he followed Liu Zheng silently. His footsteps were as heavy as dragging a thousand-pound boulder. Every step he took seemed to be filled with deep self-blame and endless shame. His originally upright figure now seemed a little hunched, as if the burden of failure had bent his spine.

Seeing this, Lin Zhen took a few steps forward, still with a seemingly kind smile on his face, and said, "Brother Liu, this is just a friendly competition. Winning and losing are common. Don't take it too seriously." However, to Liu Zheng, his words sounded more like a winner's show-off.

Liu Zheng snorted coldly, and the sound from his nose was like the cold wind in winter, full of disdain and anger. He did not respond to Lin Zhen's words, but his pace became faster and faster, as if he wanted to escape from this place that made him lose face as soon as possible. The curious, mocking, or sympathetic eyes of the people around him were like countless sharp thorns in his back, making him feel ashamed and wishing he could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

Just after walking out of the vermilion gate of the Lin Mansion, Liu Zheng finally couldn't help but stop his hurried steps. He turned around suddenly, his eyes wide open, veins popping out on his forehead, and shouted at Liu Xuan: "You useless thing, you made my Liu family lose face today! When you go back, face the wall for a month and reflect on your mistakes!" His voice was like thunder, echoing in the empty streets, scaring the birds foraging on the roadside to flap their wings and fly away in panic.

Liu Xuan's body trembled violently, and he replied timidly: "Yes, father, I know I was wrong."