One person: Starting with the Snow Drinking Blade

Chapter 305 Zhang Lingyu's Challenge

Zhang Lingyu took a deep breath, stepped forward, and cupped his hands to Nie Lingfeng and Zhang Chulan respectively: "Brother Nie, Chulan, I was deeply moved by your exchange just now, and my Qi is fluctuating. I wonder... if you could offer me some guidance? Consider it a discussion and exchange between fellow disciples."

His voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable firmness. He wanted to try it himself, to experience firsthand just how far his rapidly growing senior brother had progressed! He also wanted to verify whether his own arduous training on the mountain or the strength honed in the blood and fire at the foot of the mountain was superior!

The atmosphere on the training ground suddenly became somewhat subtle.

Xu San pushed up his glasses, while Xu Si grinned excitedly, muttering, "This is going to be good." Chen Duo remained quiet, only pulling Xiao Yun, who was curiously trying to run into the arena, back to her side. Xiao Yun grumbled in dissatisfaction, but still sat obediently, continuing to munch on her potato chips, her eyes fixed on the arena without blinking.

Nie Lingfeng glanced at Zhang Lingyu, who was looking serious, and then at Zhang Chulan, whose eyes had sharpened despite his smile. He knew that this sparring match was inevitable. He smiled slightly, took a few steps back, and cleared the center of the arena.

"When fellow disciples spar, let's stop when we've reached our goal," he said simply.

"Junior Uncle, please give me your guidance!" Zhang Chulan cracked his neck, and faint white lightning crackled around him again. His smile faded. He dared not be careless in front of his Junior Uncle, who had always been regarded as a role model for the younger generation of Longhu Mountain.

"Senior brother, please." Zhang Lingyu slowly assumed a starting stance, his aura contained, but a deep, heavy, seemingly all-consuming black lightning energy began to subtly circulate around him.

Yin Wu Lei - Northern Cangtan, poised to strike!

As if in response, the white Yang Lightning on Zhang Chulan's body became even more intense and flamboyant!

The purest and most masculine white and the purest and most yin and turbid black stand facing each other from afar in this underground training ground.

An internal showdown between the Thunder Magic of Longhu Mountain is about to unfold!

Inside the training ground, the air seemed to freeze. Two completely different yet equally powerful forces of lightning, one black and one white, silently confronted and collided within the confined space, emitting subtle crackling sounds that sent shivers down one's spine.

Zhang Lingyu's face was calm, his eyes as still as a deep well. The black lightning energy surrounding him was not ostentatious, but rather like the water of a deep pool—calm, viscous, and carrying a chilling, engulfing quality. The Yin Five Thunders - Northern Azure Pool technique did not pursue extreme speed and explosiveness, but rather excelled in its weight, corrosiveness, and density. The black lightning energy flowed across the ground, leaving faint, almost corroded marks on the specially made floor.

On the other side, Zhang Chulan presented a completely different picture. White arcs of electricity danced and flickered across his body, crackling and emitting joyful sounds, making him appear like a thunder god descending to earth. The intensity, ferocity, and speed of Yang Wu Lei were displayed to their fullest extent. The usual playful smile on his face had vanished, replaced by an unprecedented focus and sharpness. Facing this junior uncle who had always been the benchmark of the younger generation of Longhu Mountain, the one against whom countless people compared themselves, Zhang Chulan's heart was also churning with complex emotions—a sense of resentment, a desire to prove himself, and a touch of excitement at facing a strong opponent.

"Junior Uncle, be careful!" Zhang Chulan broke the silence first. He knew the characteristics of Yin Five Thunder well and absolutely could not fall into the opponent's rhythm and get entangled by that thick, sticky black lightning! Before he finished speaking, lightning flashed beneath his feet!

"Thunder!**"

His figure vanished from his spot in an instant, leaving only a twisted white trail of lightning! His speed was even faster than when he fought Nie Lingfeng earlier! Without any fancy probing, he unleashed his full power from the start, aiming directly for Zhang Lingyu's center. His fist was condensed with highly compressed white lightning, emitting a piercing shriek!

However, facing this lightning-fast attack, Zhang Lingyu merely raised his right hand slightly. His movement appeared slow, even somewhat deliberate, but just as Zhang Chulan's fist was about to strike, black lightning energy surged and converged before his slender, fair palm as if it possessed a life of its own, instantly forming a deep, inky lightning shield!

"Northern Cangtan·turbid current barrier.**"

Bang!

The white lightning fist slammed heavily into the black lightning shield! There was no earth-shattering roar, only a muffled rumble! The white lightning and the black lightning liquid frantically corroded and annihilated each other! Zhang Chulan felt as if his fist had smashed into a bottomless swamp; the violent power of the Yang lightning was weakened and swallowed up layer by layer by the viscous, thick black lightning! Moreover, a cold, slippery sensation spread up his fist, making his arm ache and go numb!

"Tsk!" Zhang Chulan's heart skipped a beat, and lightning flashed beneath his feet as he retreated without hesitation! He didn't want to be touched by this strange black lightning.

But Zhang Lingyu's counterattack came at the same time he retreated! Zhang Lingyu pointed forward with his left hand, fingers pointing like a sword.

"Water-stained Thunder - Swimming Earthworm".

The black lightning shield suddenly softened and deformed, transforming into several viscous lightning streams resembling black earthworms. These streams, moving at an eerie speed and angle, meandered towards Zhang Chulan's retreating path! While seemingly slow, these black lightning streams were incredibly swift, their trajectories treacherous, blocking all possible escape routes for Zhang Chulan!

"Damn! This is so troublesome!" Zhang Chulan cursed under his breath, his internal energy surging wildly, and white lightning crackled all over his body! He stopped retreating and instead twisted his body to the side, narrowly slipping through the gap between the two black lightning bolts. At the same time, he flicked his hands, sending several fingertip-sized white lightning beads raining down on the black lightning bolts and Zhang Lingyu behind him!

"Thunder Talisman - Chain Reaction!"

Bang! Bang! Bang! The white lightning beads collided with the black lightning stream, unleashing a series of muffled thuds as they canceled each other out. But Zhang Lingyu's figure, like a ghost, darted through the aftershocks of the explosion, and he was already close to Zhang Chulan! On his palm, black lightning energy condensed into the shape of a short sword, silently stabbing towards Zhang Chulan's chest! The black short sword didn't flash with any lightning; instead, it seemed to absorb all the surrounding light, exuding an extreme chill and danger!

"So fast! And... so silent!" Zhang Chulan's pupils shrank. This was definitely not the traditional method of Yin Five Thunder! His junior uncle was also changing! He didn't have time to think it through. He instinctively crossed his arms to protect his chest, while simultaneously gathering a large amount of Yang Thunder on his arms!

"Golden Light Mantra - Body Cover!" (Although his Golden Light Mantra skill is average, it can still enhance his defense for a short time.)

clang!**!

A crisp sound, like metal clashing, rang out! The black lightning sword pierced the arm covered in white lightning and a faint golden light! Zhang Chulan felt an icy, bone-chilling, and intensely corrosive force frantically drilling into his body, causing him to groan involuntarily. He was pushed backward by this force, sliding more than ten meters, his feet leaving two shallow tracks in the ground!

"Impressive!" Xu Si, watching from the sidelines, couldn't help but exclaim in admiration. "Zhang Lingyu's Yin Five Thunder technique is so refined, almost tangible, and its variations are entirely at his command. Moreover, he has brought out the corrosive and poisonous properties of Yin Thunder to their fullest extent! This kid hasn't been idle on the mountain, has he!"

"Chu Lan's response was also quite good," Xu San adjusted his glasses and analyzed. "He didn't try to withstand it head-on, but instead used the explosive power and speed of the Yang Lightning to fight a hit-and-run, avoiding a direct confrontation with the Yin Lightning. Furthermore, although his use of the Golden Light Mantra was rudimentary, his timing was excellent, successfully neutralizing most of the piercing force."

Nie Lingfeng nodded slightly, but his gaze lingered more on Zhang Lingyu. He could sense that Zhang Lingyu's Yin Five Thunders were purer and more refined than during the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony. Moreover, it seemed to have incorporated something else... Was it an understanding of the nature of "water"? Yin Five Thunders, also known as "Water-Dirty Thunder," is inherently similar to water. The heavy, viscous, and all-pervasive feeling that Zhang Lingyu was currently using did indeed resemble flowing water, especially the still water of a deep pool. He was no longer confined to the form of thunder magic, but rather focused more on its "intention." It seemed that while he was improving, others weren't idle either.

In the arena, Zhang Chulan shook his slightly numb arm and grinned, "Junior Uncle, your Yin Five Thunder is getting more and more terrifying. If someone got hit by that, they'd probably be lying in bed for half a day, right?"

"Your Yang Wulei technique has also progressed rapidly," Zhang Lingyu said calmly. "However, if you only engage in this kind of hit-and-run combat, I'm afraid you'll find it difficult to win."

"Hehe, that's not necessarily true!" Zhang Chulan's eyes flashed with a sharp light. "Junior Uncle, try taking this move!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the white lightning on his body suddenly receded, shrinking back into his body! His aura seemed to vanish for a moment! But in the next instant, an extremely violent and powerful lightning pressure erupted from him!

"Thunderbolt - Full Power!**"