Urban Divine Doctor Descends the Mountain Chapter 2744 - 2743: The Power of Sword Two!

"Next, come at me together," Lin Dong declared, his voice cold and resolute, resonating with an aura of unwavering determination.

In this instant, he assumed the role of the invincible warrior, mirroring the very dynamic Xue Chen had employed just moments before.

Both Xue Chen and Macaron wore expressions of grim despair; Xue Chen, in particular, looked utterly devastated.

It was a bitter irony; he had been the one dominating a two-on-one skirmish until recently, only for the tables to turn, leaving him on the receiving end of such a lopsided confrontation.

Yet, he had no other recourse. Having experienced the ferocity of their exchange, he knew deep down that he was no longer a match for Lin Dong.

"Make your move, Xue Chen! Use every skill you have, or we are going to die here today," Macaron yelled, his voice laced with desperation and lingering resentment.

He immediately tapped into the forbidden arts of the Dark Family. Like a phantom, he lunged at Lin Dong, swathed in an eerie black mist that exuded a chilling, malevolent presence.

Macaron gritted his teeth in agony; he had already sacrificed a significant portion of his life essence to sustain this fight and was struggling to muster more.

Nonetheless, he did not surrender. Drawing upon the esoteric techniques of the Blood Clan, he fought to reverse his waning prospects.

Under the cover of night, Macaron’s eyes glowed with a dark, sinister radiance. He inhaled deeply, awakening the dormant dark power within him, causing the temperature around them to plummet.

He let out a guttural growl, his hands blurring into a complex seal as he chanted, "Dark Touch, consume everything!"

As the final word escaped his lips, jet-black energy erupted from his palms, morphing into twisted, serpentine mists that coiled through the air with a suffocating, crushing weight.

This was Macaron’s ultimate technique, the 'Dark Touch'.

The swirling fog seemed to possess an insatiable hunger, weaving into a massive, jagged tapestry that sought to drag Lin Dong into an eternal void.

This was his final, decisive gambit. If Lin Dong could shatter this, he had no choice but to flee for his life.

Meanwhile, Xue Chen refused to sit idle.

He knew well that Macaron’s effort alone would be insufficient to bring down the current Lin Dong.

Summoning the last vestiges of his Blood Clan strength, he prepared for a final, lethal strike.

His eyes shifted to a blood-red hue, a carnivorous grin spreading across his face as if he hungered to drain every drop of Lin Dong’s blood.

"Blood Feast, End-night!" he whispered. As he spoke, a crimson mist materialized around him, rapidly hardening into razor-sharp blades that glinted with a lethal, ominous sheen.

These blood blades seemed to pulse with a predatory intent of their own, swirling around Xue Chen like a violent scarlet cyclone before thundering toward Lin Dong, threatening to shred everything in their path.

Macaron’s 'Dark Touch' and Xue Chen’s 'Blood Feast' converged from either side like twin dirges of death, pinning Lin Dong in a lethal pincer maneuver.

In the darkness of the night, the clash of these hostile forces caused the very earth to quake, as if the world itself shuddered in anticipation of the impending carnage.

Faced with this dual encirclement, Lin Dong remained remarkably composed.

He gripped the Yangxin Sword, its blade humming with a steady, luminous glow that mirrored his own unshakeable resolve.

A confident, almost faint smile touched his lips as he spoke.

"I possess a blade that has yet to taste combat. I wonder, can this sword dispatch you both simultaneously?"

No sooner had he finished speaking than his internal power began to erupt, and the tip of the Yangxin Sword blazed with blinding brilliance.

For a fleeting moment, time seemed to freeze, with existence itself centered upon Lin Dong and the weapon in his hand.

The Power of Five Elements Origin within his Dantian surged, threatening to burst past the limitations of his physical form and unleash an overwhelming might.

"Sword two!"

Lin Dong roared, and the Yangxin Sword blossomed with a radiance so pure it seemed capable of banishing the night sky, infused with the very essence of the Power of Five Elements Origin.

The blade carved a perfect arc through the air, vibrating with an indescribable, crushing pressure as it lunged toward the converging onslaught.

This was the secret technique 'Sword two', a masterpiece Lin Dong had just attained.

It surpassed his previous 'Sword one' by a hundredfold; blended with the essence of the Power of Five Elements Origin, it seemed capable of cleaving any obstacle that dared to impede it.

The strike descended like a surging Milky Way, while the stray sword Qi sparkled like cold, distant stars, pulsating with terrifying explosive energy.

Upon the moment of contact, the world beneath them shuddered, and a shockwave of immense force erupted, obliterating the surrounding terrain.

A brilliant, sun-like sword light drenched the landscape in an incandescent glare.

Because the light was saturated with the Power of Five Elements Origin, it rendered everything it touched into nothingness.

The combined techniques of Macaron and Xue Chen fractured instantly, appearing as fragile as glass before the encroaching radiance.

The residual sword Qi did not dissipate but surged forward like a peerless blade, slicing through the very fabric of space as it roared toward the two aggressors.

Xue Chen and Macaron recoiled in terror; they had never encountered such a visceral, lethal manifestation of sword Qi.

The energy seemed to possess a will to dismantle reality, filling them with an profound, primal fear.

They threw everything they had into their defense, yet against this absolute sword intent, their efforts felt utterly meaningless.

"Is this truly your final ace? It is so powerful... it rivals the strength of a Secondary Ancestor... ah!"

Before Macaron could finish his cry, a agonizing scream tore from his throat. The sword Qi shredded his form, scattering fragments of blood and flesh across the air.

Xue Chen fared no better; his body was twisted and warped under the sheer atmospheric force of the strike, dissolving into a fine crimson mist that vanished into the night.

He hadn't even had the time to utter a single scream.

As calm returned to the mountain ridge, a deathly silence descended over the battlefield.

Lin Dong remained motionless, the faint luminescence of the Yangxin Sword slowly fading, as if the preceding chaos were merely a phantom recollection.

However, the gore and debris strewn across the earth confirmed that the violence was all too real.

"The battle is finally settled. 'Sword two'—truly extraordinary," Lin Dong murmured, exhaling a long, steady breath of relief.