I cultivate the Chaos Technique

Inside the Lingyun Sword Sect, the atmosphere suddenly tensed at the final round of the disciple competition. The duel between Zhang Yifan and Ling Tianya was about to begin. Ling Tianya, the Holy Son of the Lingyun Sword Sect, possessed a late-stage Golden Core cultivation and was known for his strength and ruthlessness. This battle between Zhang Yifan and him not only concerned their own lives but also the ultimate fate of the Holy Son.

Zhang Yifan stood on the arena, his gaze calm as still water, the Heavenly Profound Spirit Sword trembling slightly in his hand, as if sensing the impending fierce battle. Opposite him, Ling Tianya's expression was cold and stern, a faint glint of cold light flashing in his eyes. His indifferent gaze seemed to see through everything, making the surrounding air feel heavy.

"Zhang Yifan, your reputation has spread throughout the entire sect, and even outsiders are talking about you." Ling Tianya broke the silence first, his voice low and cold. "However, do you really think that with your petty cleverness these past few days, you can compete with me?"

Zhang Yifan smiled calmly and replied nonchalantly, "Ling Tianya, as the Holy Son of the Lingyun Sword Sect, you certainly have the right to be proud. However, the outcome of today's battle is still uncertain. We are both disciples of the Lingyun Sword Sect, so why be so confident before the fight even begins?"

“Confidence?” Ling Tianya smiled dismissively. “This confidence comes from my strength, not from empty boasting. Zhang Yifan, although you have some skill, in my eyes you are still just an immature junior.”

Zhang Yifan remained calm. He knew Ling Tianya's words were merely a test, but he wouldn't be easily provoked by words either. "The difference in strength isn't about who speaks louder, but about the clash of swords. Since things have come to this, let's settle this with our swords."

A cold glint flashed in Ling Tianya's eyes. He slowly drew his longsword, its blade reflecting the sunlight and radiating a sharp, chilling aura. "Since that's the case, then I'll test your strength first."

Having said that, Ling Tianya moved swiftly, his sword energy like a rainbow, carrying an irresistible force as it hurtled towards Zhang Yifan. The sword light flashed like lightning, tearing through the sky, and in an instant, it was in front of Zhang Yifan.

Zhang Yifan's heart tightened. Although he knew this was a test, Ling Tianya's sword strike clearly carried killing intent. He dared not be careless. He gently trembled the Heavenly Profound Spirit Sword in his hand, and the sword energy intertwined to form a light screen, neutralizing Ling Tianya's attack. The two swords clashed, and a buzzing sound erupted in the air, as if even the heavens and earth trembled.

"Indeed extraordinary." Ling Tianya gave a light snort, his gaze becoming more serious. "It seems you do have some skill. No wonder you stood out from the preliminary rounds."

Zhang Yifan lightly wielded the Heavenly Profound Spirit Sword, its sword energy swirling around him like flowing clouds, as if awaiting its next attack. He said calmly, "Likewise, your swordsmanship is no ordinary skill either; the title of Holy Son is truly well-deserved."

Ling Tianya's eyes were icy cold. He shifted his sword, his attack becoming even more ferocious. He struck again, his sword energy raining down on Zhang Yifan like a storm. This time, his attack was even faster, the sword light so sharp it was almost impossible to see the trajectory of each strike.

Zhang Yifan knew that Ling Tianya's real test had begun, so he dared not be careless. He wielded the Heavenly Profound Spirit Sword like a dragon emerging from the sea, deflecting Ling Tianya's attacks one by one. The sword light between the two intertwined, flashing like lightning on the arena, each strike carrying unparalleled precision and ferocity.

"Zhang Yifan, your swordsmanship is not bad, but in my eyes, there are still many flaws." Ling Tianya's voice carried a faint sarcasm, as if he were stating an undeniable fact.

Zhang Yifan's expression changed slightly. He knew that Ling Tianya's words weren't entirely false. The other party had extremely sharp eyes and could indeed see some subtle flaws in his swordsmanship. However, this was precisely part of Zhang Yifan's deliberate strategy. He needed to use this method to test Ling Tianya's true strength.

"A weakness? Perhaps." Zhang Yifan smiled, and then the swordplay in his hand suddenly changed. The originally fierce attack suddenly became as gentle as flowing water, but each sword stroke carried a hidden killing intent, which gradually suppressed Ling Tianya's attack.

Upon seeing this, Ling Tianya's eyes flashed with a cold light, and he became secretly vigilant. He sensed that Zhang Yifan's swordsmanship was not as simple as it appeared on the surface; in fact, it could be said that his swordsmanship concealed many unknown variations.

The two exchanged blows, their swords flashing like ribbons across the arena, the fierce clash escalating rapidly. However, despite the intensity of their attacks, both knew this was merely a test, not yet a moment for them to fight to the death.

Ling Tianya's probing grew increasingly intense; he constantly changed his sword techniques, attempting to force Zhang Yifan to reveal his trump cards. Meanwhile, Zhang Yifan secretly observed Ling Tianya's every move, trying to find his opponent's weaknesses. However, both were cautious, neither willing to expose their true strength prematurely.

“Zhang Yifan, I admit you’re more troublesome than I imagined, but do you really think you can win with just this?” Ling Tianya’s voice carried a hint of sneer. Suddenly, the longsword in his hand emitted a piercing buzzing sound, and the sword energy surged violently, making his attack even more ferocious.

Zhang Yifan frowned slightly. He sensed an extremely dangerous power hidden within Ling Tianya's sword energy, a power that made him feel uneasy. However, he did not back down. Instead, he gripped the Heavenly Profound Spirit Sword even tighter, and the sword energy surged once more to meet Ling Tianya's attack.

The two swords clashed, sparks flew, and an invisible force seemed to surge through the air. Zhang Yifan and Ling Tianya's probing had reached a fever pitch; both were secretly vying for dominance, neither willing to yield.

"Is this all the strength you have? If this is all you've got, I'll take your life." Ling Tianya said mockingly, his voice low and firm, his gaze like a sharp sword, staring directly at Ling Tianya.

"It's not certain who will take over!" Zhang Yifan retorted sharply, showing no sign of backing down.

The two clashed again, their sword energy crisscrossing, their killing intent surging like a tide. The entire arena seemed to be shrouded in their sword energy, transforming into a battlefield fraught with danger. Although both were testing each other, every strike carried immense risk, as if the slightest misstep would result in instant death.

As time went on, the probing between Zhang Yifan and Ling Tianya gradually subsided, and their offensives began to weaken, as if they were gathering strength for the upcoming real showdown.

“You are very clever and cautious.” Ling Tianya suddenly stopped his attack and said coldly, “But this test ends here. What follows is the real duel.”

Zhang Yifan also stopped his sword strike. He knew that Ling Tianya hadn't used his full strength, and that he himself had also held back. He nodded slightly, his eyes filled with fighting spirit, "Just what I wanted."

The two stood facing each other, the air in the arena seemingly freezing. The surrounding audience held their breath, everyone waiting for this breathtaking final battle to truly begin.