“Senior Brother Zong, you’re truly amazing.”
After Zong Hentian was pulled down from the stage, the elite disciples congratulated him. Although he lost the first match, he forcefully dominated the second one, winning back a round and boosting everyone’s morale.
At this moment, Zong Hentian, sitting there, had calmed down somewhat. He looked at Lin Fan with admiration, “All of this is thanks to Uncle Lin. If it weren’t for Uncle Lin, I might not have been that guy’s opponent.”
Now, thinking back to how he was on stage, pounding his chest and roaring at Feng Xiaoling, Zong Hentian felt a bit embarrassed.
The image he had painstakingly built in the sect had vanished in that moment.
“Uncle Lin, what kind of secret technique was that?” Zong Hentian asked curiously. He had never heard of such a technique before.
He was aware of combat techniques that could enhance one’s cultivation, but those were rare and difficult to master. The boost they provided was nowhere near as powerful as what he had just experienced.
“That’s not a technique, just a method. How did it feel?” Lin Fan asked.
“It hurt. Right now, I feel completely drained, as if all my energy and spirit have been sucked out,” Zong Hentian replied.
Lin Fan had a rough idea now. It seemed that after the enhancement, one would be left completely exhausted. He wondered if the “Kick to the Groin” would have the same effect on him.
But as soon as he had that thought, he dismissed it. Joking aside, he couldn’t kick himself.
“How about you guys? Want to give it a try?” Lin Fan asked, looking at the junior disciples with a smile.
Upon hearing this, the elite disciples immediately waved their hands.
“Uncle, forget it. Winning or losing doesn’t matter, as long as we try our best.”
“Yeah, as long as Uncle secures the top spot among the elites, we’ll have done our part.”
…
Joking aside, they had all seen Senior Brother Zong’s fierce expression, which had left them feeling conflicted.
And the way he had his legs clamped together was unbearable.
Losing the match was one thing, but with countless junior sisters watching from the stands, how could they afford to lose face?
How would they ever find a partner after this?
Lin Fan glanced at them, feeling somewhat helpless. He wanted to experiment a few more times to analyze the effects, but it seemed impossible now.
…
The matches that followed had their wins and losses, but overall, the disciples of the Nine Heavens Sect held the advantage.
Lin Fan also made an appearance, and the result was a crushing victory for him.
As soon as Lin Fan stood on the stage, his aura exploded, overwhelming his opponent from the get-go, leaving them with no will to resist. Everything went smoothly without a hitch.
In the end, only five disciples remained.
Three from the Nine Heavens Sect and two from the Sacred Sect.
“Brother Wuyu, it seems your chances of winning aren’t looking too good,” Liang Yichu said, somewhat satisfied with the result but still feeling a slight gap from his expectations.
In Liang Yichu’s view, the final contenders should all be from the Nine Heavens Sect.
But given the current situation, the Nine Heavens Sect was in a solid position to win.
“That’s not necessarily true. The outcome is still uncertain,” Wuyu replied with a smile.
“Brother Wuyu, look at that disciple. His legs are already trembling. He’s just barely holding on. If we exclude him, it’s three to one,” Liang Yichu said with a smile.
“Haha…” Elder Wuyu didn’t respond, instead countering with a cold laugh.
…
“Uncle, I’m afraid I’m done for,” Zong Hentian said regretfully.
After receiving the power boost from his uncle, Zong Hentian was completely drained. Making it this far was sheer luck.
“It’s fine…” Lin Fan waved his hand, speaking calmly.
Seeing the calm expression on Uncle Lin’s face, Zong Hentian felt reassured. With Uncle Lin like this, victory was surely within grasp.
Whether he was there or not seemed irrelevant now.
Lin Fan looked at the three elite disciples from the Nine Heavens Sect, feeling a bit troubled. This time, he was in a tough spot.
In terms of strength, he couldn’t take on any of these three Nine Heavens Sect elite disciples.
Although he could remain undefeated, he still needed to defeat his opponents.
What should he do when he stepped onto the stage?
The disciples in the audience were discussing the situation. At this point, things didn’t look favorable.
“What do you think the final outcome will be?”
“Hard to say. The three elite disciples from the Nine Heavens Sect are very strong. That’s undeniable.”
“Yeah, Senior Brother Zong seems to be running out of steam. Now, only Uncle Lin is holding the fort. The situation doesn’t look good.”
“By the way, do any of you know Uncle Lin’s cultivation level?” one disciple asked curiously.
“Uh… I really don’t know.”
“…”
Lin Fan knew he had to come up with a plan. If he had to fight them one by one, it would be unreliable.
If he could directly confront Xin Feng, perhaps there was a way.
At this moment, Lin Fan stepped forward, slightly raising his head and staring at the Nine Heavens Sect disciples. “Xin Feng, we are both the top elite disciples. Let’s not waste time. How about we step onto the stage and have a match?”
Xin Feng looked at Lin Fan and said with indignation, “Fine.”
Lin Fan’s words left the Nine Heavens Sect disciples with no complaints. As Lin Fan had said, Xin Feng was the strongest elite disciple of the Nine Heavens Sect, and they all knew it.
Rather than wasting time, it was better to let the two of them settle it.
“Brother Wuyu, your disciple is quite clever, knowing my disciple’s temperament. But even with these little tricks, he’ll still lose in the end,” Liang Yichu said.
“Then tell me, what could your other elite disciples do even if they stepped onto the stage? Wouldn’t it just be a waste of time?” Wuyu replied.
…
Now, Lin Fan and Xin Feng stood on the martial arts stage, staring at each other, their eyes gleaming.
“What happened yesterday was my carelessness, but today you won’t succeed,” Xin Feng said, remembering the incident from the previous day. The brick had been strange, so this time, Xin Feng wouldn’t let Lin Fan get close.
“Ah, Brother Feng, I deeply apologize for what happened yesterday. After returning, I reflected on it and realized I was at fault,” Lin Fan said with a sigh.
“Hmph, words are meaningless. Let’s see what you’re made of. The title of the top elite disciple will be mine,” Xin Feng said coldly.
Originally, Xin Feng had thought he had met a kindred spirit and felt they might become friends. But he hadn’t expected this guy to look down on him, which Xin Feng couldn’t tolerate.
This time, he had to make Lin Fan understand his terror.
Lin Fan looked at Xin Feng’s determined eyes, his brain quickly working out a strategy. This time, he had to make Xin Feng understand the dangers of the world and the need to be cautious.
“Senior Brother Zong, you’re truly amazing.”
After Zong Hentian was pulled down from the stage, the elite disciples congratulated him. Although he lost the first match, he forcefully dominated the second, winning back a round and boosting everyone’s morale.
Now seated, Zong Hentian calmed down slightly, looking at Lin Fan with admiration. “All of this is thanks to Uncle Lin. If it weren’t for him, I might not have been that guy’s match.”
Reflecting on his earlier behavior on stage—pounding his chest and roaring at Feng Xiaoling—Zong Hentian now felt a bit embarrassed. The image he had painstakingly built within the sect had vanished in that moment.
“Uncle Lin, what kind of secret technique was that?” Zong Hentian asked curiously. He had never heard of such a skill before.
He was aware of combat techniques that could enhance one’s cultivation, but those were rare and difficult to master. Moreover, their effects were nowhere near as powerful as what he had just experienced.
“That wasn’t a technique, just a method. How did it feel?” Lin Fan inquired.
“It hurt. Now I feel completely drained, as if all my energy and spirit have been sucked out,” Zong Hentian replied.
Lin Fan had a rough idea now. It seemed that after the enhancement, one would be left completely exhausted. He wondered if the “Nut Cracker Kick” would have the same effect on him, but he quickly dismissed the thought—after all, he couldn’t kick himself.
“How about you guys? Want to give it a try?” Lin Fan asked, smiling at the junior disciples nearby.
Upon hearing this, the elite disciples immediately waved their hands in refusal.
“Uncle, forget it. Winning or losing doesn’t matter; what’s important is that we give it our best.”
“Exactly. As long as you, Uncle, secure the top spot among the elite disciples, we’ll have done our part.”
They had all seen Senior Brother Zong’s agonized expression and the way he clenched his legs together. Losing the match was one thing, but countless junior sisters were watching from the stands. How could they afford to lose face like that? Finding a partner in the future would be impossible.
Lin Fan glanced at them, feeling somewhat helpless. He wanted to experiment a few more times to analyze the effects, but it seemed that wasn’t going to happen.
…
The subsequent matches had their ups and downs, but overall, the disciples of the Nine Heavens Sect held the advantage.
Lin Fan also took the stage once, and the result was a crushing victory for him. The moment he stood on the platform, his overwhelming aura alone was enough to suppress his opponent, leaving no room for resistance. Everything went smoothly without a hitch.
In the end, only five disciples remained: three from the Nine Heavens Sect and two from the Sacred Sect.
“Brother Wuyu, it seems your chances aren’t looking too good,” Liang Yichu remarked, somewhat satisfied with the outcome but still feeling a slight gap from his expectations. In his view, all the finalists should have been from the Nine Heavens Sect.
However, as things stood, the Nine Heavens Sect was poised for victory.
“That’s not necessarily true. The outcome is still uncertain,” Wuyu replied with a smile.
“Brother Wuyu, look at that disciple. His legs are already trembling. He’s just hanging on by a thread. If we exclude him, it’s three to one,” Liang Yichu said with a laugh.
“Haha…” Elder Wuyu didn’t respond, instead countering with a cold smile.
…
“Uncle, I’m afraid I can’t go on,” Zong Hentian said regretfully.
After receiving the power boost from his uncle, Zong Hentian was completely drained. Making it this far was already a stroke of luck.
“It’s fine…” Lin Fan waved his hand, his expression calm.
Seeing his uncle’s composed demeanor, Zong Hentian felt reassured. With Uncle Lin’s confidence, victory seemed assured. Whether he was part of it or not no longer mattered.
Lin Fan looked at the three elite disciples from the Nine Heavens Sect, feeling a bit troubled. This was turning into a real headache.
In terms of strength, he couldn’t match any of these three Nine Heavens Sect disciples. While he could remain undefeated, he still needed to defeat his opponents. What was he going to do when he took the stage?
Meanwhile, the disciples in the audience were discussing the situation. Given the current state of affairs, things didn’t look favorable.
“What do you think the final outcome will be?”
“Hard to say. Those three elite disciples from the Nine Heavens Sect are incredibly strong. That’s undeniable.”
“True. Senior Brother Zong seems exhausted. Now it’s just Uncle Lin holding the fort. The situation doesn’t look good.”
“By the way, do any of you know Uncle Lin’s cultivation level?” one disciple asked curiously.
“Uh… I really don’t know.”
“…”
Lin Fan knew he had to come up with a plan. Fighting them one by one didn’t seem reliable. If he could directly confront Xin Feng, perhaps there was a way.
At that moment, Lin Fan stepped forward, slightly raising his head to gaze at the Nine Heavens Sect disciples. “Xin Feng, as the top elite disciples of our sects, let’s not waste time. How about you and I take the stage and have a match?”
Xin Feng looked at Lin Fan and responded with determination, “Fine.”
Lin Fan’s proposal met no objections from the Nine Heavens Sect disciples. As he had said, Xin Feng was their strongest elite disciple, and they all knew it. Rather than wasting time, it was better to let the two of them settle it.
“Brother Wuyu, your disciple is quite clever, knowing my disciple’s temperament. But even with these little tricks, he’ll still lose in the end,” Liang Yichu said.
“Then tell me, what about your other elite disciples? Even if they took the stage, what difference would it make? Wouldn’t it just be a waste of time?” Wuyu retorted.
…
Now, Lin Fan and Xin Feng stood on the martial arts stage, staring at each other, their eyes gleaming with intensity.
“Yesterday was my mistake, but today you won’t succeed,” Xin Feng declared, remembering the incident with the brick. This time, he wouldn’t let Lin Fan get close.
“Ah, Brother Xin, I deeply apologize for yesterday. After returning, I reflected on it and realized I was in the wrong,” Lin Fan said with a sigh.
“Enough talk. Let’s settle this with our skills. The title of the top elite disciple will be mine,” Xin Feng said coldly.
Initially, Xin Feng had thought he had found a kindred spirit, someone he could potentially befriend. But this guy hadn’t taken him seriously, which Xin Feng couldn’t tolerate. This time, he had to make Lin Fan understand his true power.
Seeing Xin Feng’s determined gaze, Lin Fan’s mind raced, thinking of strategies. This time, he had to teach Xin Feng a lesson about the harsh realities of the world and the importance of caution.
At this moment, sitting quietly, Zong Hentian had calmed down a bit and looked at Lin Fan with admiration in his eyes. “All of this is thanks to Master Lin. Without Master Lin, I might not have been able to defeat that guy.”
Thinking back to how he had pounded his chest on stage and roared angrily at Feng Xiaoling, Zong Hentian now felt a bit embarrassed. The image he had carefully built within the sect had vanished in an instant.
“Master Lin, what kind of secret technique was that?” Zong Hentian asked curiously; he had never heard of such a martial art before.
He knew about techniques that could temporarily boost one’s power, but those were rare and difficult to cultivate, and their enhancement effects were nowhere near as strong as what he had just experienced.
“That’s not a martial art; it’s just a certain method. How did it feel?” Lin Fan asked.
“It hurt like hell. Even now, I feel completely drained, as if my energy and spirit were completely emptied,” Zong Hentian replied.
Lin Fan had a rough idea of what was happening. It seemed that after the enhancement, the side effect was total exhaustion. He wondered whether this “testicle-kick” technique would work on himself.
But as soon as he had this thought, Lin Fan dismissed it immediately. Come on, how could he possibly kick himself?
“Hey, how about you guys? Want to give it a try?” Lin Fan smiled as he asked the younger disciples beside him.
Upon hearing this, the gifted disciples immediately waved their hands in refusal.
“Master Lin, no thanks. Whether we win or lose doesn’t matter much; as long as we do our best, that’s fine.”
“Yeah, as long as you, Master Lin, can eventually claim the top spot among the gifted disciples, we’ll be satisfied with doing our best.”
…
“Senior Brother Zong, you’re truly amazing.”
After Zong Hentian was pulled down from the stage, the elite disciples congratulated him. Although he lost the first match, he forcefully dominated the second match, winning back a round, which was truly uplifting.
At this moment, Zong Hentian, sitting there, calmed down slightly and looked at Lin Fan with admiration, “All of this is thanks to Uncle Lin. If it weren’t for Uncle Lin, I might not have been a match for that guy.”
Now, thinking back to his time on the stage, pounding his chest and roaring at Feng Xiaoling, Zong Hentian felt a bit embarrassed.
The image he had painstakingly built in the sect was completely shattered in that moment.
“Uncle Lin, what kind of secret technique was that?” Zong Hentian asked curiously, as he had never heard of such a skill before.
He was aware of combat techniques that could enhance one’s cultivation, but those were extremely rare and difficult to master, and their effects were nowhere near as powerful as what he had just experienced.
“That wasn’t a technique, just a method. How did it feel?” Lin Fan asked.
“It was painful. Now I feel completely drained, as if all my energy and spirit have been sucked out,” Zong Hentian replied.
Lin Fan had a rough idea now. It seemed that after the enhancement, one would feel completely exhausted. He wondered if the “Egg Kick” would have the same effect on him.
But he quickly dismissed the thought, joking to himself that he couldn’t kick himself.
“How about you guys? Do you want to give it a try?” Lin Fan asked, looking at the junior disciples beside him with a smile.
Upon hearing this, the elite disciples immediately waved their hands in refusal.
“Uncle, forget it. Winning or losing doesn’t matter, as long as we do our best.”
“That’s right. As long as Uncle wins the top spot among the elite disciples, we’ll have done our part.”
…
They were joking, but they had all seen Senior Brother Zong’s expression earlier, and the ferocious look on his face had left them feeling conflicted.
And the way he had clenched his legs together was something they couldn’t bear to watch.
Losing the match was one thing, but the key was that countless junior sisters were watching from the audience stands. How could they afford to lose face like that?
How would they ever find a partner in the future?
Lin Fan glanced at them, feeling a bit helpless. He wanted to experiment a few more times to analyze the effects, but it seemed that wasn’t possible.
…
The matches that followed had their wins and losses, but overall, the disciples of the Nine Heavens Sect held the advantage.
Lin Fan also took the stage once, and the result was a crushing victory for him.
As soon as Lin Fan stood on the stage, his aura exploded, and just from his presence alone, he surpassed his opponent, leaving them with no will to resist. Everything went smoothly without any issues.
In the end, only five disciples remained.
Three from the Nine Heavens Sect and two from the Sacred Sect.
“Brother Wuya, it seems your chances of winning aren’t looking good,” Liang Yichu said, somewhat satisfied with the result, though it still fell short of his expectations.
In Liang Yichu’s view, the disciples in the final showdown should all have been from the Nine Heavens Sect.
But as things stood, the Nine Heavens Sect was still in a strong position.
“That’s not necessarily true. The outcome is still hard to predict,” Wuya replied with a smile.
“Brother Wuya, look at that disciple. His legs are already trembling. He’s just hanging on by a thread. If we exclude him, it’s three to one,” Liang Yichu said with a laugh.
“Haha…” Elder Wuya didn’t respond, instead countering with a cold smile.
…
“Uncle, I’m afraid I can’t go on,” Zong Hentian said regretfully.
After receiving the power boost from his uncle, Zong Hentian was completely drained. It was only by luck that he had made it this far.
“It’s fine…” Lin Fan waved his hand, his expression calm.
Seeing Uncle Lin’s composed demeanor, Zong Hentian felt reassured. With Uncle Lin like this, he must be very confident of victory.
As for whether he himself was still in the running, it seemed it no longer mattered.
At this moment, Lin Fan looked at the three elite disciples from the Nine Heavens Sect and felt a bit troubled. This time, he was really in a tough spot.
In terms of strength, he couldn’t match any of these three Nine Heavens Sect elite disciples.
Although he could remain undefeated, he still needed to defeat his opponents.
What should he do when he took the stage later?
The disciples in the audience were discussing among themselves. At this stage, the situation didn’t look favorable.
“What do you think the final outcome will be?”
“I don’t know. The three elite disciples from the Nine Heavens Sect are very strong. That’s undeniable.”
“Right. Senior Brother Zong seems to be exhausted. Now only Uncle Lin is holding on. The situation doesn’t look good.”
“By the way, do any of you know Uncle Lin’s cultivation level?” one disciple asked curiously.
“Hmm… I really don’t know.”
“…”
At this moment, Lin Fan knew he had to come up with a plan. If he had to fight them one by one, it really didn’t seem reliable.
If he could directly confront Xin Feng, perhaps he could think of a way.
At this moment, Lin Fan stepped forward, slightly raised his head, and stared at the Nine Heavens Sect disciples, “Xin Feng, since we are both the strongest elite disciples, let’s not waste time. How about the two of us take the stage and have a match?”
Xin Feng looked at Lin Fan and said with indignation, “Fine.”
Lin Fan’s words left the Nine Heavens Sect disciples with no complaints. As Lin Fan had said, Xin Feng was the strongest elite disciple of the Nine Heavens Sect, and they all understood that.
Rather than wasting time, it was better to let the two of them settle it.
“Brother Wuya, your disciple is quite clever, knowing my disciple’s personality. But even with these little tricks, he will still lose later,” Liang Yichu said.
“Then tell me, what could your other elite disciples do even if they took the stage? Wouldn’t it just be a waste of time?” Wuya replied.
…
At this moment, Lin Fan and Xin Feng stood on the martial arts stage, staring at each other, their eyes flashing with light.
“What happened yesterday was my carelessness, but today you won’t succeed,” Xin Feng said, remembering the events of the previous day. That brick had been strange, so this time, Xin Feng would not give him a chance to get close.
“Ah, Brother Feng, I deeply apologize for what happened yesterday. After returning, I reflected on it and feel truly sorry,” Lin Fan said with a sigh.
“Hmph, words are useless. Let’s see what you’ve got. The title of the strongest elite disciple will be mine,” Xin Feng said coldly.
Originally, Xin Feng thought he had met a kindred spirit and felt a sense of camaraderie, thinking they might become his first friend. But he hadn’t expected this guy to not take him seriously, which Xin Feng couldn’t tolerate.
This time, he had to make him understand his terror.
Lin Fan looked at Xin Feng’s determined gaze, which seemed to say he wouldn’t stop until Lin Fan was knocked down. His brain quickly started thinking of strategies. This time, he had to make Xin Feng understand that the world was a dangerous place, and it was best to be cautious.
Losing the match wasn’t a big deal, but with so many female juniors watching from the audience stand, how could they afford to lose face like that?
How would they ever find a partner afterward?
Lin Fan looked at them with some disappointment. He had hoped to run more tests to analyze the effects, but apparently, that was impossible now.
…
The following matches had mixed results, but overall, the disciples of Jiuxiao Sect had the upper hand.
Lin Fan also participated once, and unsurprisingly, he won decisively.
As soon as Lin Fan stepped onto the stage, his aura erupted. Just from his presence alone, he completely overpowered his opponent, leaving them no will to resist. Everything proceeded smoothly without any issues.
Eventually, only five competitors remained.
Three disciples from Jiuxiao Sect and two from the Holy Sect.
“Brother Wuya, it seems your chances of winning aren’t very high,” Liang Yichu was somewhat satisfied with the current outcome, though it still fell slightly short of his expectations.
In Liang Yichu’s opinion, all the final competitors should have been from Jiuxiao Sect.
But given the current situation, Jiuxiao Sect was already certain to win.
“You can’t be so sure. It’s hard to say who will win,” Wuya replied with a smile.
“Brother Wuya, look at that disciple over there; his legs are already trembling. He’s clearly at the end of his strength and can be disregarded. By this calculation, it’s three to one in our favor,” Liang Yichu said with a smile.
“Hehehe…” Elder Wuya of the Holy Sect did not respond but instead countered with a cold laugh.
…
“Master Lin, I’m afraid I won’t be able to continue,” Zong Hentian said regretfully at this point.
After receiving the power boost from Master Lin, Zong Hentian had become completely exhausted. Making it this far was already a matter of luck.
“It’s okay…” Lin Fan waved his hand casually, saying calmly.
Seeing Master Lin’s calm expression, Zong Hentian’s heart steadied. Judging from Master Lin’s demeanor, he must be very confident about winning.
Whether or not he himself participated now seemed to be of little importance.
Looking at the three gifted disciples from Jiuxiao Sect, Lin Fan felt a bit troubled. This time, he had really gotten himself into a tough spot.
By strength alone, he couldn’t beat even one of these three Jiuxiao Sect gifted disciples.
Although he could remain undefeated, he still needed to defeat them, right?
When the time came to step onto the stage, what should he do?
The disciples in the audience seats were discussing among themselves. At this point, the situation looked quite unfavorable.
“What do you think the final outcome will be?”
“I don’t know. The three gifted disciples from Jiuxiao Sect are indeed very strong; we have to admit that.”
“Senior Brother Zong, you’re truly amazing.”
After Zong Hentian was pulled down, the elite disciples congratulated him. Although he lost the first match, he forcefully dominated the second one, winning back a round and boosting everyone’s morale.
At that moment, Zong Hentian, sitting there, calmed down slightly and looked at Lin Fan with admiration. “All of this is thanks to Uncle Lin. If it weren’t for him, I might not have been that guy’s opponent.”
Now, Zong Hentian thought back to his time on the stage, pounding his chest and roaring at Feng Xiaoling. He felt a bit embarrassed now. The image he had painstakingly built in the sect was completely shattered in that moment.
“Uncle Lin, what kind of secret technique was that?” Zong Hentian asked curiously. He had never heard of such a technique before.
He knew of combat skills that could enhance one’s cultivation, but those were rare and difficult to master. The boost they provided was nowhere near as powerful as what he had just experienced.
“That wasn’t a technique, just a method. How did it feel?” Lin Fan asked.
“It hurt. Now I feel completely drained, as if all my energy and spirit have been sucked out,” Zong Hentian replied.
Lin Fan had a rough idea now. It seemed that after the boost, one would feel completely drained. He wondered if the “Egg Kick” would have any effect on him. But he quickly dismissed the thought—after all, he couldn’t kick himself.
“How about you guys? Want to give it a try?” Lin Fan asked, smiling as he looked at the junior disciples nearby.
Upon hearing this, the elite disciples immediately waved their hands in refusal.
“Uncle, forget it. Winning or losing doesn’t matter; as long as we do our best.”
“Yeah, as long as Uncle wins the top spot among the elite disciples, we’ll have done our part.”
They were joking, but they had all seen Senior Brother Zong’s expression earlier. The ferocious look had made them feel uneasy. And the way he had clenched his legs together was something they couldn’t bear to watch.
Losing the match was one thing, but countless junior sisters were watching from the stands. How could they afford to lose face? How would they ever find a partner after that?
Lin Fan glanced at them, feeling a bit helpless. He wanted to experiment a few more times to analyze the effects, but it seemed that wasn’t going to happen.
…
The matches that followed had their wins and losses, but overall, the disciples of the Nine Heavens Sect held the advantage.
Lin Fan also took the stage once, and the result was a crushing victory for him.
As soon as Lin Fan stood on the stage, his aura exploded. Just the sheer presence he exuded was enough to overwhelm his opponent, leaving them with no will to resist. Everything went smoothly, without any issues.
In the end, only five disciples remained: three from the Nine Heavens Sect and two from the Sacred Sect.
“Brother Wuya, it seems your chances aren’t looking too good,” Liang Yichu said, somewhat satisfied with the result, though it still fell short of his expectations.
In Liang Yichu’s view, the final contenders should all have been from the Nine Heavens Sect. But as things stood, the Nine Heavens Sect was still in a strong position.
“That’s not necessarily true. The outcome is still hard to predict,” Wuya replied with a smile.
“Brother Wuya, look at that disciple. His legs are already trembling. He’s just hanging on by a thread. If we exclude him, it’s three to one,” Liang Yichu said with a laugh.
“Haha…” Elder Wuya didn’t respond, instead countering with a cold smile.
…
“Uncle, I’m afraid I can’t go on,” Zong Hentian said regretfully.
After receiving the boost from his uncle, Zong Hentian was completely drained. Making it this far was already a stroke of luck.
“It’s fine…” Lin Fan waved his hand, his expression calm.
Seeing Uncle Lin’s composed demeanor, Zong Hentian felt reassured. It seemed that Uncle Lin was confident of victory. Whether he was there or not didn’t seem to matter anymore.
At that moment, Lin Fan looked at the three elite disciples from the Nine Heavens Sect and felt a bit troubled. This time, he was in a tough spot.
In terms of strength, he couldn’t match any of these three elite disciples from the Nine Heavens Sect. Although he could remain undefeated, he still needed to defeat his opponents.
What should he do when he took the stage?
Meanwhile, the disciples in the audience were discussing the situation. At this point, things didn’t look favorable.
“What do you think will happen in the end?”
“I don’t know. Those three elite disciples from the Nine Heavens Sect are really strong. We have to admit that.”
“Yeah, Senior Brother Zong seems to be running out of steam. Now it’s just Uncle Lin holding the fort. The situation doesn’t look good.”
“By the way, do any of you know Uncle Lin’s cultivation level?” one disciple asked curiously.
“Uh… I really don’t know.”
“…”
At that moment, Lin Fan knew he had to come up with a plan. If he had to fight them one by one, it would be unreliable.
If he could directly confront Xin Feng, perhaps he could think of a way.
At that moment, Lin Fan stepped forward, slightly raised his head, and stared at the disciples of the Nine Heavens Sect. “Xin Feng, we are both the strongest elite disciples. Let’s not waste time. How about we take the stage and have a match?”
Xin Feng looked at Lin Fan and said indignantly, “Fine.”
Lin Fan’s words left the disciples of the Nine Heavens Sect with no complaints. As Lin Fan had said, Xin Feng was the strongest elite disciple of the Nine Heavens Sect, and they all knew it.
Rather than wasting time, it was better to let the two of them settle it once and for all.
“Brother Wuya, your disciple is quite clever, knowing my disciple’s temperament. But even with these little tricks, he’ll still lose in the end,” Liang Yichu said.
“Well, what about your other elite disciples? Even if they took the stage, what could they do? Wouldn’t it just be a waste of time?” Wuya replied.
…
At that moment, Lin Fan and Xin Feng stood on the martial arts stage, staring at each other, their eyes gleaming.
“What happened yesterday was my carelessness, but today you won’t succeed,” Xin Feng said, remembering the incident from the previous day. That brick had been strange, so this time, Xin Feng wouldn’t let Lin Fan get close.
“Ah, Brother Feng, I deeply apologize for what happened yesterday. After returning, I reflected on it and realized I was at fault,” Lin Fan said with a sigh.
“Hmph, words are meaningless. Let’s see what you’ve got. The title of the strongest elite disciple will be mine,” Xin Feng said coldly.
Originally, Xin Feng had thought he had met a kindred spirit, someone he could respect and perhaps even befriend. But he hadn’t expected this guy to look down on him, which was something Xin Feng couldn’t tolerate.
This time, he had to make Lin Fan understand just how terrifying he was.
Lin Fan looked at Xin Feng’s determined expression, his mind racing as he began to think of a strategy. This time, he had to make Xin Feng understand that the world was a dangerous place, and it was best to be cautious.
“By the way, does anyone know what cultivation level Master Lin is at?” one disciple asked curiously.
“Uh… Actually, I don’t know.”
“…”
At this moment, Lin Fan knew he had to come up with a plan. If he had to fight each one individually, it might not be very reliable.
If he could directly confront Xinfeng, maybe he could think of something.
At that moment, Lin Fan stepped forward, slightly lifting his head and staring at the disciples from Jiuxiao Sect. “Xinfeng, you and I are both the strongest among the gifted disciples. There’s no need to waste time anymore. Let’s both step onto the stage and have a match.”
Xinfeng looked at Lin Fan and angrily agreed, “Fine.”
Hearing Lin Fan’s words, none of the Jiuxiao Sect disciples raised any objections. Just as Lin Fan had said, Xinfeng was indeed the strongest among Jiuxiao Sect’s gifted disciples, and they all understood that in their hearts.
Rather than wasting time, they might as well let the two of them decide the outcome.
“Brother Wuya, your disciple is quite clever, knowing my apprentice’s temperament. But even with such tricks, he will still end up defeated in the end,” Liang Yichu said.
“Then tell me, even if my other gifted disciples step onto the stage, what difference would it make? It would still be a waste of time, wouldn’t it?” Wuya replied.
…
At this moment, Lin Fan and Xinfeng stood on the martial stage, staring at each other with sharp glints in their eyes.
“I was careless yesterday, but today you won’t get away with it,” Xinfeng said, still bearing a grudge over yesterday’s incident. That brick had definitely been suspicious, so this time, he would not allow his opponent any chance to get close.
“Ah, Brother Feng, I sincerely apologize for yesterday’s incident. After returning, I even punished myself a bit. I’m really sorry,” Lin Fan sighed.
“Hmph, no need for words. Show me your skills. The title of strongest gifted disciple will be mine,” Xinfeng said coldly and arrogantly.
Xinfeng had originally thought he had encountered a kindred spirit, someone he could sympathize with and perhaps even become his first friend. But he never expected this person to look down on him, which Xinfeng could not tolerate.
This time, he must make the opponent understand his power.
Looking into Xinfeng’s eyes, which clearly said he would not stop until his opponent was defeated, Lin Fan’s mind raced as he began thinking of strategies. This time, he had to make the opponent realize that the world is full of dangers and that one must always be cautious.
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