<h4>Chapter 1196: Chapter 1203: Ling’s Duel (1)</h4>


    Under Ling Chen’s urging, the taxi driver sped all the way and finally arrived at the hotel where Nanrong Wanqing was staying after more than ten minutes.


    Entering the elevator, Ling Chen pressed the floor button. However, the elevator suddenly stopped on the third floor. At the same time, the elevator doors slowly opened. Looking at the corridor outside, Ling Chen frowned slightly, feeling a bit strange. Nanrong Wanqing lived on the fifth floor, but the elevator automatically stopped on the third floor, which was really odd. As thoughts raced through his mind, a young man appeared in the corridor.


    "Mr. Ling, my master invites you over for a chat."


    Upon hearing this, Ling Chen immediately understood. It seemed that all of this was deliberately arranged by someone, with the purpose of drawing him here. With this in mind, Ling Chen looked at Zhu Qing beside him and said, "You go to the fifth floor first to find Wanqing and ensure their safety; leave things here to me."


    Zhu Qing nodded, then took the stairs from the side emergency exit. After Zhu Qing left, Ling Chen strode directly towards the young man.


    The third floor of this hotel was not a guest room but a spacious fitness room. Entering the fitness room, Ling Chen immediately saw someone sitting on the floor in the center of the room.


    Ren Han!


    Ling Chen squinted his eyes, thinking it would be Hong Wei personally, but it turned out to be Ren Han. At this moment, Ren Han sat cross-legged on the ground, wearing a loose training suit, with a tea table ced in front of him, brewing Kung Fu tea.


    Hearing the approaching footsteps, Ren Han did not raise his head or look at Ling Chen, but simply reached out to make a cup of Kung Fu tea and ced it opposite him, lightly saying "Please."


    Ling Chen smiled slightly and, without wasting words, sat down by the tea table. After drinking a cup of tea, Ling Chen looked directly at Ren Han and asked, "Does Chairman Ren have something to discuss with me?"


    "Ling Chen, we all understand, so there’s no need to waste words. You’ve killed so many people and gravely injured my son; do you think I’d let it go without doing anything?"


    "Chairman Ren, Ren Chong is really like you; both of you never provide evidence when using others, making it seem as if the court is yours. Chairman Ren, let’s not beat around the bush. If you want to make trouble for me, just say it. There’s no need to find such excuses. I’m not the kind of person who is afraid of causing trouble. If you want to make trouble, bring it on; I’ll deal with it all. However, you are at least my senior, so... don’t me me for not warning you. Before you do anything, think clearly whether you can bear the consequences."


    Ren Han picked up a cup of tea and said expressionlessly, "People are often not in control of themselves."


    Ling Chen nodded. At this stage, there’s no point in saying more. After finishing a cup of tea, Ren Han slowly stood up. At this time, the young man who brought Ling Chen over quickly moved the tea table from the center of the room.


    Looking at the spacious surroundings, Ling Chen slightly raised his right hand, making a ’please’ gesture.


    "Ling Chen, our Ren Family’s ancestral skill is the Lianyang Saber Technique, so only weapons can let me unleash my full power. For a fair duel, you can choose the weapon you are good at, and I will have someone bring it to you." As he spoke, the young man walked up to Ren Han with a long rectangr wooden box.


    The wooden box opened, revealing a three-foot three-inch long steel saber inside. The saber’s back was thick, and its edge sharp enough to cut hair, truly a rare Divine Weapon. Ren Han picked up the steel saber, skillfully moving his wrist and arms.


    "Ling Chen, you may choose now."


    Ling Chen stood still, staring at the steel saber in Ren Han’s hand. After a while, he smirked and said, "The Ren Family is famous for its sword technique; I too would like to experience it. If I must choose a weapon, then give me a saber."


    "Are you sure?"


    Ling Chen nodded. Soon, the young man handed Ling Chen a saber. As Ling Chen gripped the steel saber, his eyebrows furrowed slightly.


    Damn! I’ve seen shameless people, but never this shameless. They talk about a fair duel, but then give me such a pathetic saber. I get it now, Ren Han never intended to have a fair duel. Letting me choose a weapon was just his first deceit.


    "Are you ready?" Ren Han looked at Ling Chen and said, "I’m going to make my move."


    Ling Chen remained silent, quietly assuming a defensive stance. Seeing his move, Ren Han said nothing more, lightly tapping the floor with the tip of his toes and charging forward, covering a few meters in an instant. As the force of his strike approached, Ling Chen looked up, seeing only the sharp de rapidly approaching, aiming directly at his head.


    Seeing this, Ling Chen slid his foot, immediately activating the Nine Yang Qiankun Step, vanishing from under Ren Han’s steel saber like a phantom.


    Seeing the target disappear from the de’s edge, Ren Han didn’t hesitate; the Sword Force shifted, directly slicing towards his left side.


    This sh instantly frightened Ling Chen into a cold sweat. It was as if Ren Han saw through his movement technique, as the de’s edge fell exactly at his moving position. If not for his quick reflexes, stopping his legs in time, the sharp de would likely have shed into his body.


    Was it a coincidence? Or skill?


    Ling Chen couldn’t figure it out. He had faced many Earthly List experts, but no Earthly List expert had ever urately judged the position of the Nine Yang Qiankun Step and attacked preemptively. If Ren Han possessed such an ability, it would mean his Nine Yang Qiankun Step would be entirely ineffective.


    Thinking of this, Ling Chen bit his teeth and once again activated the Nine Yang Qiankun Step, like a gust of wind, rapidly changing positions around Ren Han’s body. Listening to the wind stirred by the pping clothes, Ren Han remained standing still, his eyes fixed straight ahead.


    Suddenly, Ren Han raised his hand gripping the saber slightly, shing towards his right side. As he attacked, only a shadow flickered past his eyes, instantly widening the distance between them.


    Seeing the piece of cloth falling to the ground, Ling Chen’s gaze gradually grew solemn. He had been testing Ren Han earlier, trying to figure out if that previous sh was coincidence or something else. Now it seemed that Ren Han relied not on luck but indeed on skill.


    What Ling Chen couldn’t understand was that although Ren Han was an Earthly List expert, his skills were at most slightly stronger than Wang Hao’s. Wang Hao not only practiced the Nine Yang Qiankun Step but was also proficient in the Shattered Leaf Step. Yet, even so, Wang Hao couldn’t see through his identity. Could Ren Han’s skills truly be that strong?


    ording to what Tong Zhentian had told him, the Nine Yang Qiankun Step, ranked first among the three great movement techniques as an Absolute Skill, was extremely formidable. Unless the opponent mastered equally powerful and countering methods, it would be difficult for an Earthly List expert to see through his movement technique.


    From this perspective, Ren Han’s consecutive ability to see through wasn’t a coincidence; he must have mastered some means or techniques.


    His strongest ability being countered made Ling Chen a bit worried.