One Person: Revitalize the Sword Sect, Start with the Sword Challenge of the Ten Lords

The minotaur swayed a few times, barely holding himself together. Sweat dripped down his forehead, making a soft sound as it fell into the dirt. "What kind of power did you use... Why couldn't even my ultimate move defeat you?" he demanded through gritted teeth, his tone filled with confusion and resentment.

"This isn't some crooked path." Ye Lin shook his head, a barely perceptible smile on his face. "A truly strong person relies on their character and willpower, not just external strength."

Ye Lin's gaze lingered on the Minotaur's ferocious face for a few seconds, and then he slowly said, "Do we need to fight again?"

"Hmph! How could I possibly give up just like that!" The minotaur's eyes flashed with resentment and anger, as if he were using all his strength to resist the fate of failure. He gripped the great axe tightly with both hands, and all his strength began to gather frantically.

Seeing this, Ye Lin did not retreat. Instead, he straightened his body and looked calm and composed.

Suddenly, the atmosphere around became oppressive, and a hot breath seemed to permeate the air.

I saw tiny cracks begin to appear on the ground where the Minotaur stepped, and then magma slowly emerged, accompanied by a heat that was difficult to ignore.

"Look! This is my true power!" With a roar, the space around him visibly distorted. As if guided by some force, magma rapidly gathered in his hands, forming a dazzling red curtain of light in just a few breaths!

"You are indeed powerful, but don't forget I'm no pushover either." Ye Lin responded calmly, his right hand firmly grasping his sword, ready for battle. He knew this battle would be difficult, but he was also filled with confidence—because he had a stronger belief and willpower than anyone else, supporting him to move forward.

Then, as the minotaur's attack approached, a rumbling sound seemed to resound throughout the valley, a heart-shaking earthquake. The two men, caught in the center of the vortex, collided without yielding. Ye Lin's agility was evident, as he tumbled through the air to dodge the opponent's heavy yet incredibly precise axe. Meanwhile, he constantly sought the right angle, wielding his light, graceful yet incredibly sharp sword in an attempt to break through the impenetrable defenses.

Every time the longsword struck the thick, sturdy armor, sparks flew, and even tiny marks could be seen left on the finest details. This thrilled and captivated the spectators. The Minotaur's face turned green with rage, and he roared, "Damn it! This armor I wear is forged from the rarest materials extracted from deep underground. Even divine weapons wouldn't be able to damage it so easily! How could you possibly do that?!"

However, facts speak louder than words. Facing this young man who looks a little thin but seems extremely determined, the Minotaur gradually feels an unprecedented sense of crisis - the other party not only has an absolute advantage in physical fitness, but more importantly, he has a spiritual realm that transcends the limitations of the mortal physical level!

As the two engaged in a fierce battle, the spectators watched with bated breath, captivated by this earth-shattering confrontation. Ye Lin found an opening, and his sword slashed in a brilliant, sharp arc, piercing his opponent's chest. Just as it was about to penetrate, it was blocked by the incredibly solid protective wall. Even so, several deep and shallow scratches were clearly visible on the surface of the armor, proving that the impact had reached a level strong enough to shake its foundation.

"Ha... You really impressed me." The minotaur was breathing heavily, his whole body soaked with sweat, but he still gritted his teeth and refused to admit defeat. "But do you think you can win like this? It's not that easy!"

Ye Lin smiled faintly, his eyes still clear and firm. "It's useless to say anything before the outcome is determined. Come on, let me see how long you can hold out?" As he finished speaking, he launched another fierce attack...

"Break the Army!" With a deafening incantation, Ye Lin clasped his hands together, then suddenly opened them. The air seemed to freeze in an instant, and everything around him slowed to a crawl. Only his increasingly powerful aura spread rapidly. The power of the first level of the Tyrant Scripture was fully unleashed at this crucial moment.

The originally faint red light on the longsword had now become as strong and deep as blood, exuding a domineering aura that shocked all the spectators. Just as everyone held their breath in anticipation, a figure faster than lightning vanished from its original position and appeared in front of the Minotaur not far away!

"You..." The minotaur barely managed to utter a single word before a sea of sword shadows enveloped him. "Dangdangdang—" the continuous sound of metal clashing rang out incessantly, each impact like thunder, shaking the surrounding air. Despite his heavy armor, even the incredibly strong minotaur seemed overwhelmed by the swift and unerring barrage of attacks.

Suddenly, a brief gap appeared between the man and the beast. An opportunity! Without hesitation, Ye Lin swiftly changed his moves, transforming into a sharp, cold ray that pierced the opponent's chest. "Hah!" Almost instantly, the minotaur, sensing the impending danger, roared loudly, raising his arm with all his strength to block the attack. "Ding—" A crisp sound followed, sparks flew, and a noticeable crack appeared in the solid metal...

"Hmph, not bad, you can even block my fatal blow." Seeing this, Ye Lin turned his head slightly, curling the corners of his mouth, "But this also means that your defense has been broken by me." As the words fell, the long sword in the young man's hand once again lit up with a strange red light, as if preparing to launch a more crazy and unpredictable attack.

The Minotaur groaned inwardly: Not only was this guy's strength beyond imagination, but even worse, he was able to maintain his composure and adjust his strategy at any moment during such a high-intensity confrontation. "Damn it..." Just as he was trying to figure out how to escape, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his shoulder—his distraction had allowed the opponent to find a gap and deliver a vicious blow!

"Ah—" A scream rang out, and at the same time, the situation on the entire ring became more subtle and complicated...

"Don't underestimate me, the battle has only just begun!" Even at a disadvantage, this incredibly powerful opponent still gnashed his teeth and roared, trying to suppress the slightly frail yet sharp-witted young man in front of him with his aura. But it was obvious that this was not very effective.

On the contrary, Ye Lin became even more motivated after hearing these words: "Really? Then let's have a good fight and see who will have the last laugh!" As soon as he finished speaking, the young man moved slightly, and the next moment he launched another fierce attack.