Chapter 1399 - 1398: Dwarf Elder

Chapter 1399: Chapter 1398: Dwarf Elder

Buzz!

On the Thousand Zhang Giant Sword, Ling Chen’s name suddenly lit up, then jumped straight into the thirteenth level, releasing an astonishing brilliance.

"Ling Chen has rushed to the thirteenth level!"

The crowd was initially stunned, then burst into a series of astonishing uproars.

"How is that possible?"

Gongben Yeliang, Source Yoshihiro, and others wore expressions of disbelief. The one guarding the twelfth level was that Dragon Man, Beichuan Ye was also defeated on this level, how could Ling Chen have passed through?

"Truly the one who defeated Beichuan Ye."

Jue Mingxiang shook her head. Upon careful thought, it wasn’t really shocking to them because Ling Chen was originally stronger than Beichuan Ye. Breaking Beichuan Ye’s record was understandable; they were just surprised now because they initially underestimated Ling Chen.

"We underestimated him."

A thoughtful expression appeared on Snow Princess’s pretty face, the title of Sword King was indeed well-deserved. His previous slow progress might not have been due to the difficulty of the challenges, but because he was proceeding steadily and surely.

"The thirteenth level isn’t too hard to surpass either."

Gongben Yeliang’s eyes were slightly gloomy. Thinking back, if he hadn’t been caught off guard, letting the Gatekeeper sneak attack succeed, he might not have been eliminated so quickly. If he had been more careful before, he might have reached the thirteenth level too.

"The thirteenth level, this height, is undeniably the first among the younger generation."

Liusheng Bushou looked grim. Though he never praised anyone, he had to acknowledge Ling Chen. In the future, he should keep a respectful distance, interacting as little as possible, avoiding meetings altogether if he can.

Source Yoshihiro looked at the Thousand Zhang Giant Sword, "He should be coming out soon, right?"

"Should be soon."

Gongben Yeliang said coldly.

Having already reached the thirteenth level, Ling Chen absolutely didn’t have the ability to advance further. Beyond this, even the top swordsmen of today’s Yingzhou Sword World like Beichuan Xiongjie, LiuSheng Qianbingwei, these people’s achievements in Swordsmanship are unmatched by the younger generation.

"Really?"

Not far away, Hong Ye smiled and shook his head. Was the thirteenth level really Ling Chen’s limit?

Sword Prison, the thirteenth level.

The environment here underwent a tremendous change. As Ling Chen stepped onto the thirteenth level, he found himself amidst a range of snowy mountains, ice and snow everywhere, with the sky still drifting with heavy snow, extremely cold.

Even Ling Chen felt the chill, the biting cold wind swept in from all directions, leaving no corner untouched.

"Who will the opponent on this level be?"

Ling Chen gazed around. On the tenth, eleventh, and twelfth levels, he had successively defeated the Swordsman with the strange Long Sword, the Ju Ancestor, and the Dragon Warrior Swordsman. These three were all top figures in the Yingzhou Sword World.

Now, the Gatekeeper of the thirteenth level was certainly no ordinary person.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

At this moment, a violent cough came from afar, drawing Ling Chen’s gaze. There, on the peak of the snow mountain ahead, appeared a dwarf-like old man.

A dwarf old man with a bamboo sword strapped to his back, moved sluggishly, with a wine gourd hanging from the sword hilt, slowly walked towards Ling Chen.

"Is this the Gatekeeper of the thirteenth level?"

Ling Chen was slightly surprised. This Gatekeeper of the thirteenth level seemed much weaker than the previous three, looking like an old man about to topple over in the wind, equipped very simply, seemingly easy to defeat.

But Ling Chen wasn’t foolish, he didn’t think this old man would be as weak as he appeared. If he underestimated the opponent because of appearances, he might be caught off guard and die miserably.

The dwarf old man stopped about twenty meters in front of Ling Chen. He took the wine gourd from the bamboo sword and, in front of Ling Chen, started gulping down the wine.

After drinking the strong liquor, the old man’s face turned crimson, with his body swaying, seemingly unable to stand steadily, making him appear even more negligible.

However, it was at this moment that the dwarf old man made his move.

He drew the bamboo sword from his back with an extremely simple posture, swinging towards Ling Chen in a wavering manner.

Ling Chen, having been on guard, immediately evaded, yet the bamboo sword seemed to have a mind of its own. As Ling Chen dodged to the left, the bamboo sword preemptively aimed left, striking Ling Chen precisely, as if Ling Chen deliberately ran into the sword.

Face changing, Ling Chen immediately drew his sword to block. Although he blocked the bamboo sword, his body was pushed back, losing the initiative.

Having won the upper hand, the dwarf old man’s bamboo sword continuously stabbed and slashed. Each move seemed forced, but they all hit Ling Chen accurately, and Ling Chen couldn’t figure out the opponent’s patterns at all, clouded and confused, pressed hard by the dwarf old man.

Ling Chen watched as the dwarf old man kept drinking, with his bamboo sword becoming more ghostly and harder to defend against. In a blink, three sword marks appeared on his body, struck thrice by the dwarf old man. Fortunately, none were in critical areas; otherwise, it would have been dire.

"Drinking not only didn’t weaken him but made him stronger?"

Narrowing his eyes, Ling Chen realized this state was somewhat similar to Taibai Sword Immortal. After all, Taibai Sword Immortal is also a drinker, but the more he drinks, the more powerful he becomes, because to Taibai Sword Immortal, wine and sword are one, achieving such effects.

Unexpectedly, this dwarf old man had reached this level as well.

Poof!

With a careless move, Ling Chen was struck again in the chest by the dwarf old man, the Protective True Qi at his chest shattered, creating a gushing Blood Cave.

Repeatedly struck by the dwarf old man, Ling Chen’s expression grew grim, his eyes flashed before shining brightly, seemingly having thought of something, his lips quickly curling into a smile.

Competing by drinking?

As if only the old man knew how to drink, not him.

"Wine, come!"

Ling Chen shouted fiercely, extending his left hand, with light gathering between his palms, a pot of fine wine appeared out of nowhere. After all, this is the world of Sword Prison, not the real world, where desired objects can be materialized by the will of a Swordsman.

Holding the wine pot, Ling Chen removed the lid without hesitation and started drinking in large gulps.