NOVEL NEXT WORLD Chapter 152: Chapter 152: The Strongest Strike
Chapter 152: The Strongest Strike
"Lord Langtian, I request your instruction!" Lin Dong's powerful voice echoed across the arena, lingering in everyone's ears. The entire crowd held its breath; Lin Dong was actually challenging Lin Langtian, the Lin clan's top genius!
Although Lin Dong had shown impressive strength earlier, Lin Langtian was a legendary prodigy, a once-in-centuries talent for the Lin family.
"Ah, true talent shines young," remarked the clan's Grand Elder, clapping his hands. "It's a blessing for our Lin family that such promising talent has emerged from the branch family."
"He's talented, yes, but still far from Langtian's level," Lin Zhi replied dismissively.
"Even so, reaching this point from the branch family, without substantial resources, is no small feat," the Grand Elder replied, sounding impressed. Lin Zhi didn't respond but remained convinced of Langtian's unmatched power. When he was about to chastise Lin Dong for his challenge, a soft chuckle interrupted him.
"Lin Dong, I've been looking forward to this match for quite some time," came a calm voice.
Instantly, the golden seating area fell silent, and all eyes turned toward the young man who spoke. It was none other than Lin Langtian himself.
Under the gaze of countless onlookers, Lin Langtian slowly stood.
"Lin Langtian's standing up!"
"Is he finally going to step in?"
"Lin Langtian is our clan's unrivaled talent. I wonder how much effort Lin Dong will make him exert!"
Every movement of Lin Langtian, the focal point of the arena, stirred up whispers among the spectators. Now, as he stood, a wave of excitement and anticipation spread through the massive arena.
"Big Brother Langtian is finally going to act!"
The clan's young members were thrilled, for in their minds, Lin Langtian was the undefeated hero. No matter how strong Lin Dong was, they believed he would pale in comparison to Lin Langtian.
"Lin Dong, Langtian... Are you really going to fight?" Qing Tan murmured, a complicated look in her eyes. A few years ago, she would have wholeheartedly wished for Lin Dong to win. But after half a year with Lin Langtian, she saw him as a brother, just as she did Lin Dong. She was conflicted, torn between the two.
"Don't worry, Qing Tan," Lin Xiao reassured her gently. "This fight will finally bring closure for Dong'er. Win or lose, he can finally let go of the past."
Qing Tan nodded slightly, her bright eyes shifting between Lin Dong and Lin Langtian, paying close attention to them both.
Under the watchful eyes of the entire crowd, Lin Langtian's figure shifted, and in an instant, he was standing in the center of the arena.
Facing Lin Dong, he spoke in a calm voice. "Cousin Lin Dong, I imagine you've waited a long time for this moment, haven't you?"
Lin Dong nodded, his expression serious. "There was a time when all I wanted was to face you here in the clan tournament and defeat you openly to avenge my father."
"But I know the past is buried; what's done is done. Right and wrong are hard to unravel now. So let's consider this fight a final reckoning. Regardless of the outcome, we'll let the matter of my father's injury rest."
Lin Langtian studied Lin Dong's determined gaze and understood this was a chance for him to rid himself of the wrongs of his former self. After this match, he could leave the sins of the past behind for good. Feeling unburdened, he nodded in agreement. "I promised you this duel back at the Tomb Mansion two years ago, and I intend to keep that promise."
He added, "But I am a few years your senior, and I've been training for longer. A straightforward duel would be unfair. How about this: use your strongest move. As long as you can push me off the platform, I'll concede defeat. Does that sound fair?"
Lin Dong was slightly surprised at this proposal. He pondered for a moment, then nodded firmly. He understood that defeating Lin Langtian outright would be nearly impossible. So he welcomed the chance to resolve things in a single move.
"In that case, Lord Langtian, I won't hold back!"
The moment Lin Dong's words fell, a powerful, swirling aura of Devouring Force surged from within him. Noticing this familiar energy, Lin Langtian's brow arched slightly. He recognized it instantly—this was the Devouring Ancestral Symbol.
With this surge of Devouring Force, the energy within the arena began to whirl and roar, transforming into torrents of power that flooded into Lin Dong's body.
The astonishing sight left the clan elders in the golden seating area looking on in disbelief.
"Lord Langtian, this move is something I gained from the Great Wasteland Ancient Stele. Its power is immense. I'm not one to ignore the past, but if you can take this strike, then from today forward, I will truly recognize you as my elder brother," Lin Dong announced, his voice unwavering as he kept his gaze fixed on Langtian.
Then, with a sudden step forward, the sky seemed to darken, and a mass of ominous black clouds appeared overhead, casting a shadow over the arena.
A massive vortex of power spiraled above Lin Dong, radiating a terrifying pressure across the land and sending chills down the spines of onlookers.
"Boom!"
With swift, precise hand movements, Lin Dong gathered every ounce of energy within him, which erupted in a golden beam that shot from the crown of his head, connecting with the swirling vortex above. The sky roared with energy, the vortex spinning faster as it grew denser. Lin Dong's face paled, but his eyes burned with intensity.
Then, as he raised his hand in a slow, deliberate motion, he pointed toward the heavens.
"Great Desolate Imprisoning Sky Finger—Four Fingers to Shatter the Firmament!"
As he spoke, a thunderous roar reverberated through the sky, as powerful as a lightning strike.
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