Technique was the key to victory.
Strength alone wasn't enough to guarantee victory.
Of course, this was under the condition that the two had similar strength. If there was a huge difference in strength, the winner would win.
In terms of offense, Long Chen wasn't as good as Yang Chen, but he had something that could kill his opponent.
Yang Chen had underestimated Long Chen and overestimated his immortality ability. When Long Chen helped him remove the Divine Ghost Gu, he didn't use the power of Lingxi's sword. But now that he used all his power, his opponent collapsed.
In fact, this was all within Long Chen's expectations.
When Long Chen stood high up and Yang Chen knelt on the ground and howled miserably, the entire Martial God Palace became extraordinarily bustling.
"This … the power of the Eighteen Martial Gods' Possession … it was broken so easily."
"Of course, both of Long Chen's swords are terrifying …"
Everyone was discussing. Wenren Jingtao and the others were confused too. He asked, "The young Martial God has always been famous for his immortality. No one has ever been able to break his immortality. But now he's in so much pain. Could it be that Long Chen's sword has the power to kill him?"
The old man beside him clicked his tongue in surprise. His face was filled with excitement. Smiling, he said, "If that's the case, we wouldn't have lost so badly."
"Hall Master Hanwu and the others are so arrogant and despotic, and Little Martial God is also powerful. He even used the Eighteen Martial Gods' Possession. However, I didn't expect that we would have an even more powerful Long Chen …"
"Don't be too happy yet. The winner hasn't been decided yet."
This crucial change caused chaos on Ye Futu's side.
The Hanwu Hall master's face darkened. He stood beside Ye Futu and asked in a trembling voice, "Mas … Master, I think that sword can break the immortality."
Ye Futu was equally shocked. He said in a low voice, "I can see it. It's a rare sword that can hurt the primordial spirit. It can kill beasts because of this ability. It's Yang Chen's … natural enemy."
The Hall Master of the Hanwu Temple was shocked.
He forced himself to calm down, feeling fear for the young man in the sky. However, he finally smiled when he thought of something. "Fortunately, Yang Chen is already a Saint Martial Emperor. Besides, Master is here. This little guy's treasure is going to be gone.
Since he had discovered the Lingxi Sword, Ye Futu would not let it continue to appear in Long Chen's hands.
Of course, this was not the time to stop it.
After struggling for a while, Yang Chen struggled to stand up.
He had lost half of the power of the eighteen Martial Gods.
As the power faded and his primordial spirit was pierced, he gradually regained consciousness.
"No, I'm immortal."
Yang Chen forced himself to tell himself.
"Only you will die. I won't die."
It was as if he had been stabbed in his weakest spot by Long Chen. Hysterical, he used his remaining strength to launch another powerful attack. The World-Shaking Emperor Fist shot up into the sky.
Long Chen countered every move and used Blood Drop Rebirth to teleport.
"Your speed is even slower."
After appearing behind Yang Chen, Long Chen said coldly.
Yang Chen turned around in shock. Long Chen used the God Slaying Sword to suppress the young Martial God. At the same time, he rushed forward with the sword in his right hand. The Lingxi Sword was right in front of him and it pierced Yang Chen's abdomen.
Yang Chen let out a painful howl.
Long Chen raised his leg and kicked Yang Chen's head. Yang Chen's skull exploded, and he tumbled a few times in the air before landing on the ground with a loud thud.
After his skull was broken, the power of the eighteen Martial Gods dissipated even more.
Everyone was silent as they watched the scene.
Their hearts had long been shaken.
At this moment, they couldn't help but be more shocked.
After seeing Yang Chen's pitiful state, everyone took a deep breath.
They were shocked by Long Chen's cold-bloodedness and decisiveness.
At this time, the outcome was obvious.
Long Chen defeated Yang Chen with his calmness and decisiveness, coupled with his foundation that was almost on par with Yang Chen after being possessed by the eighteen Martial Gods, and the mysterious Lingxi Sword.
This directly proved how powerful Long Chen was. Not only was he skillful, but he was also calm and his foundation far surpassed his opponent. Especially in terms of his physical body, he was even more like a rare beast.
Feng Zhilin sighed.
"Maybe the feeling of powerlessness Yang Chen feels when facing Long Chen is the same feeling I had when facing Yang Chen."
She saw Yang Chen stand up again. His head recovered quickly but the damage to his primordial spirit was more severe.
He looked at Long Chen blankly and murmured, "I, I won't die …"
He was just a person who was immersed in his fantasy and couldn't extricate himself.
Long Chen walked towards him step by step and Lingxi Sword pointed at his forehead. She said coldly, "Yang Chen, can you not use such a ridiculous posture? I have nothing to do with you. Even if I kill you now, it seems to be more beneficial to me. Maybe I will even become the Saint Martial Emperor but I don't want to kill you. Some things have to be fought for openly. Since you're my enemy, don't act like a coward. Besides, you're not immortal. No one is truly immortal. You're just a small exception."
"I don't believe it," Yang Chen yelled in pain.
Long Chen didn't say anything and Lingxi Sword stabbed him.
Yang Chen knelt on the ground and his limbs were powerless. At this moment, the power of the eighteen Martial Gods was exhausted.
He wasn't Long Chen's opponent at all. Maybe Long Chen hadn't reached the ninth level of the Divine Martial State, so it would be more difficult to deal with him.
With his current understanding of the Heavenly Dao, it was quite difficult for him to perform the eighteen Martial Gods' Possession.
Otherwise, it wouldn't have dissipated so quickly.
It could be said that without the Immortal Body, Yang Chen was nothing.
It was this Immortal Body that was restraining him from becoming stronger.
When the Immortal Body was destroyed, Yang Chen couldn't live anymore.
"Tell me if you want to live and I'll let go."
The sword pierced through his head.
Looking at this bloody scene, everyone trembled with fear.
"Master." The Hall Master of Hanwu Hall was shocked. If this continued, the young Martial God would definitely die.
Ye Futu clenched his teeth and didn't make a move.
He wouldn't let the young Martial God die anyway.
Long Chen was the only one who could force Ye Futu to this extent.
"It's up to you whether you want to live for yourself, or die for others, or die for lies. To be honest, I'm not related to you in any way. I even look down on you, but I sympathize with what you've been through. Maybe your experience is different from mine, but let me tell you this: people should live for the people who truly love them."
At this point, Long Chen's tone changed. "But do you think that in the eyes of the person who truly loves you, you are nothing more than a worthless tool? The reason why your life is so sorrowful is all because of you."
These words entered Yang Chen's mind when he was in extreme pain under Lingxi's sword.
Yang Chen's eyes widened and his body twitched. Tears streamed down his face. His face was pale and he was almost suffocating. He looked at the world blankly. The pain in his primordial spirit and the pain from Long Chen's merciless words made him break down again and again.
He wanted to die just like that.
However, he thought of the people who truly loved him.
His parents might have passed away many years ago, but their dying wish was for him to live on. So what was he doing?
People should live for the people who truly love them.
Living was more important than anything else.
These words were like bombs, exploding in Yang Chen's head over and over again.
Before death came, he suddenly realized how much he didn't want to die.
At that moment, he resolutely grabbed the blade of the Spirit Dawn Sword and pulled with all his might, pulling out his head from within. He ignored the blood on his body, ignored the intense pain in his head, and struggled to stand up. He even wailed loudly.
At this moment, only Long Chen stood in front of him.
"I want freedom, I want freedom …"
For everyone else, the simplest thing was so difficult for him.
He vented his emotions hysterically, smashing everything around him. When he turned around, he saw Long Chen's smiling face.
Long Chen didn't know what he was thinking.
To be honest, it was best for him to kill Yang Chen. That was his original plan. He wanted to kill Yang Chen quickly so that he could become the Saint Martial Emperor.
But he didn't choose to do that.
Deep down, Yang Chen wasn't a bad person, so Long Chen gave him a way out. Of course, he had to fight for it himself in the end. If he didn't choose to live, Long Chen could only send him to his death.
Long Chen didn't regret this choice.
He had killed too many people. Saving someone by chance actually made him feel more open-minded, as if there was a light at the end of the tunnel.
Their eyes met. Long Chen saw the gratitude in Yang Chen's trembling eyes.
"I've lost," Yang Chen said loudly.
He didn't look in Ye Futu's direction. Instead, he turned around.
He was extremely embarrassed, but he said with passion in his heart, "From the beginning to the end, I've never won. I've only lived in my own fantasy."
His emotions stabilized, and he became very calm. This was his original appearance.
"In the first round, because of bribery and inciting people, I had all the advantages. In the second round, my performance was the worst, but I got a good score. In the third round, I lost miserably without cheating. How am I qualified to be the Saint Martial Emperor?"
As soon as he said this, the crowd started to make noise.
Ye Futu's eyes narrowed, and his body emitted cold air. The Hall Master Hanwu beside him also trembled.
"This guy's brain is broken. I'll go get him."
The Hall Master Hanwu hesitated, then announced, "The Saint Martial Emperor selection has ended. Although Long Chen won the last battle, his total score was lower than Yang Chen's. So, the Saint Martial Emperor is the Little Martial God Yang Chen. Let's cheer. Yang Chen, come over."
The Hall Master Hanwu threatened.
"No." Yang Chen rejected decisively.
This was the first time in his life that he spoke to Ye Futu in such a firm tone.