Starting From Douluo, Glory is Invincible

 Chapter 272 The strongest blow

 As night falls, the first day of the knockout rounds comes to an end under the eyes of everyone. This fierce competition not only tests the strength of the contestants, but also a battle of minds. In this contest, Lin Fan stood out as a mysterious dark horse and successfully entered the encirclement. His performance attracted the attention of many forces and became the center of attention.

 At the same time, Lin Xiuya, Liu Yangdong, Catalina and others also showed amazing strength. Every time they make a move, they are eye-catching and become a topic that everyone talks about. The rise of these young talents not only adds more excitement to the upcoming games, but also injects new vitality into the future of the entire continent.

The setting sun gradually set, and the golden afterglow filled the Cang family’s huge backyard. This courtyard, which usually seemed a bit deserted, was now full of laughter and laughter. The family gathered together and talked about today's game, and everyone's face was filled with pride and joy. They know that no matter what the result is, these young people have won honor for their family with their own efforts.

 In this cheerful atmosphere, Lin Fan stood alone in the corner, looking deeply into the distance. His heart is full of expectation and determination. He knows that the road ahead is still long and he must work harder to go further. This knockout round is just the beginning, he still has more challenges waiting for him to face.

A tall figure danced a sword alone in the wide courtyard. He had a strong posture and a long sword in his hand, as if he was one with the wind. Every time he flew back and forth, the long sword followed his figure, like a wind-piercing arrow, extremely sharp. Every time his footsteps moved, every time the tip of his sword touched the ground, a small burst of dust would rise on the ground, as if to declare his power and majesty.

The long sword danced so flexibly in his hand, as if it was alive. As the sword danced, the surrounding air continued to overflow, forming a stream of undirected airflow. These air currents rushed around the courtyard, rustling the leaves around him, as if applauding his swordsmanship. And his black hair, which was gathered on his back, sometimes flew up and sometimes fell in the strong airflow, but it always maintained a neat shape without any sign of spreading out.

Suddenly, the figure rushed forward, and the whole person was like an arrow from the string, shooting forward in an instant. The tip of the sword in his hand swam flexibly like a snake letter, extending forward along with his figure. At this moment, he seemed to transform into a warrior flying to the moon, breaking through the resistance of the air and moving forward bravely. In mid-air in the courtyard, he drew a cold afterimage, which made people marvel at it.

While in mid-air, his long sword was suddenly twisted behind his back, and his body was also half-twisted. At this moment, all the muscles in his body seemed to be tense, and an extremely terrifying explosive force suddenly condensed. This power was like a savage beast that had been suppressed for a long time, suddenly released at this moment. As a burst of green light suddenly appeared, his whole body quickly spun down like a top. The powerful force stirred up dust on the ground, as if it was about to overturn the entire courtyard.

However, this is not his ultimate move. In the process of spinning, his left palm suddenly shot out, and another strong whirlwind followed. This whirlwind stirred his whole body into the air again, and his body shape also changed to standing upside down. At this moment, he seemed to have become a dancer who controlled the wind, flying freely under the support of the wind.

Hang upside down in the air, he did not stop for a moment, and continued to wave the long sword in his hand in a small range. The tip of the sword drew elegant arcs on the ground, seeming to be carving some mysterious pattern. A moment later, a small whirlwind formed out of thin air and swirled around him. He shouted softly, and his whole body hit the ground again like a top, and the sword blade pierced the hard ground at this moment!

As the long sword penetrated, the green light covering the sword burst out instantly. These green awns gathered together like thousands of raindrops, quickly converging along the sword body to the tip. At the moment when the green light bloomed, the ground was pierced by this powerful force, forming a small hole about one meter deep. This small hole seems to be a witness to his swordsmanship, recording his glory and power at this moment. The entire courtyard seemed to be shocked at this moment and impressed by his swordsmanship.

He slowly sheathed his sword and stood still, with the expression on his face still as calm as water. It was as if the series of thrilling swordsmanship just now was just his daily practice. He looked up into the distance, his eyes shining with determination. He knows that his swordsmanship still has a long way to go, but he also firmly believes that he will be able to reach the end and become a true swordsmanship master. An indescribable force stirred in the air, stirring up invisible dust around it. These tiny particles gradually gathered to form a slender column, rising slowly as if pulled by an invisible force. They dance violently in the air, as if dancing a silent dance, revealing mystery and unpredictability.

At the end of the corridor, Suzaku stood quietly, her eyes fixed on the rising dust. The originally calm face was now filled with a look of horror. She discovered that as the dust danced, writing gradually appeared on the ground—that was her name, Monroe!

These two words were particularly eye-catching in the afterglow of the setting sun, as if they had some kind of magic power, and Suzaku's heartbeat couldn't help but accelerate. Between these two words, the bunch of dust dyed red by the sunset is like a lantern, emitting a soft and mysterious light, which just shines on the word "Yan". This scene is so poetically beautiful that one can't help but be fascinated by it.

The joy in Suzaku's heart could not be suppressed. She couldn't help but take steps and ran towards the figure. That figure was none other than Lin Fan, whom she had been missing deeply.

 "Lin Fan..." Suzaku called softly, his tone full of excitement and joy.

Lin Fan turned his head slightly, and the afterglow of the setting sun shone on his face, making his already handsome face even more charming. A gentle smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and a little tenderness exuded in his black eyes as bright as stars, "Why are you out?"

Suzaku ran to Lin Fan's side, with a happy smile on her face, "I couldn't help but come out when I heard someone miss me." She smiled mischievously, her eyes full of affection for Lin Fan. Attachment.

"Haha, who is that guy?" Lin Fan deliberately teased her and put the long sword in his hand into the Canghen Crystal with a cool and calm movement.

Suzaku pretended to be mysterious and came close to Lin Fan's ear and whispered: "It's a guy named Lin Fan. He is a bad guy who is very good at capturing women's hearts." As she said that, her face showed The sly smile seemed to be proud of his discovery.

Suzaku raised his head, his eyes flashing with anticipation, "Then do you have any good ideas?"

 (End of this chapter)