“Could it be that you truly fear death not at all?” Xinfeng asked at this moment.
Xinfeng’s heart began to waver slightly. From the first glance at this person, Xinfeng had sensed a kindred spirit, even feeling a desire to befriend him.
Although the scene of their first encounter had enraged Xinfeng, the current situation now made him hesitate.
At this moment, Lin Fan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said, “Brother Feng, come, the third sword.”
“You…” Seeing the other’s demeanor, Xinfeng began to waver inwardly.
Looking at the other’s fearless expression, Xinfeng felt he should no longer strike, or he would regret it for the rest of his life.
At this moment, on the high platform.
Wuya and Master Yan exchanged messages through secret transmission.
“Master, why do I feel something is wrong here?” Wuya observed the situation on the stage and felt something was amiss. They had been secretly observing this young man Lin Fan ever since they took him in.
The final conclusion was:
Trap, trap, trap… All traps. Not only was he mysterious, but also quite despicable.
How could someone who valued his own life the most show a fearless expression?
“Tactics determine everything. Let’s wait for the result,” Master Yan replied calmly through secret transmission.
Elder Wuya nodded slightly without speaking.
Lv Mingyang didn’t know Lin Fan’s situation, but seeing the calmness of the Master and Elder Wuya at this moment, he felt puzzled.
At this moment, Lin Fan stepped forward. “Third sword, come on. Don’t make me feel guilty for a lifetime. For 3,000 years, the Holy Sect and the Jiuxiao Sect have always helped and supported each other. Don’t let us be the generation that creates a rift between us. If so, I, Lin Fan, will be a criminal of the sect.”
At this moment, Lin Fan roared furiously, evoking heaven and earth’s sympathy. The previously clear sky gradually gathered a few dark clouds.
The disciples of the Jiuxiao Sect and the Holy Sect changed expressions dramatically, all deeply moved by Lin Fan’s words.
Indeed, for 3,000 years, the Jiuxiao Sect and the Holy Sect had always been like family.
At this moment, the Jiuxiao Sect’s outstanding disciples looked toward the Holy Sect. During the duel, they had shown disdain for the Holy Sect.
Now, these words were like thunderclaps echoing through heaven and earth, making them feel guilty.
Zong Hentian and Feng Xiaoling looked at each other from afar, then silently lowered their heads. Finally, they raised their heads, their faces carrying a hint of smiles.
As if all previous misunderstandings vanished in an instant.
“Holy Sect, Lin Fan, I have already etched this into my heart.”
“So have I. The Holy Sect is our Jiuxiao Sect’s ally, our friendly sect. I must spread this person’s name throughout the entire Jiuxiao Sect, letting the fellow disciples know that such a person exists in the Holy Sect.”
“I hope Senior Brother Xinfeng doesn’t strike with his sword.”
“No, you don’t understand. This sword must be struck. Senior Brother Xinfeng values this person even more than we do.”
…
“Brother Wuya, maybe we should call off this competition,” Liang Yichu said at this moment.
“Brother Yichu, don’t you care about first place?” Wuya smiled slightly.
Liang Yichu shook his head. “Brother Wuya, you know the truth in your heart. Why ask me? The Battle of the Heavens’ Most Talented was established by the old ancestors to maintain the relationship between the two sects and prevent estrangement. At this moment, who comes first isn’t important. Now that the Holy Sect has such a disciple, I don’t want him to perish here. it would be a loss for both the Holy Sect and the Jiuxiao Sect.”
“Even for my apprentice, it would be an insurmountable obstacle.”
Wuya looked at the arena platform and sighed lightly. “Brother Yichu, now that it’s come to this, let’s not interfere. Without this sword strike, your apprentice will never overcome this obstacle. Just like back then, if I hadn’t made you cry, would you and I be like this now?”
At first, Liang Yichu was still sentimental, but suddenly realizing the implication of those words, he humphed and no longer wanted to acknowledge Wuya. “Do as you please. Don’t cry when the person dies.”
…
“Come…” Lin Fan roared at this moment.
Xinfeng looked at Lin Fan, his body slightly trembling. “Alright, no matter what, I, Xinfeng, have decided you are my friend.”
“The third sword, from now on, shall be the Sword of Eternal Friendship.”
At this moment, sword light illuminated the void. Xinfeng’s figure moved, gripping the Sword of Eternal Friendship formed from sword intent with one hand, rushing toward Lin Fan.
Lin Fan stood there, a faint smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.
This sword’s brilliance surpassed the previous two. Even the five swords formed from sword intent behind Xinfeng began to vibrate. At the moment this third sword emitted its glow, the other five swords transformed into streams of light, merging into the third sword.
At this moment, Liang Yichu abruptly stood up, his expression showing a trace of disbelief.
“He has broken through.”
The disciples of the Jiuxiao Sect and the Holy Sect all stood up, their eyes carrying a hint of concern.
Please, don’t let anything happen.
Meanwhile, Lin Fan, preparing to receive the third sword, slightly changed expression. He discovered that Xinfeng had broken through.
This third sword seemed to have changed, its momentum even stronger than before.
But for some unknown reason, Lin Fan didn’t feel the slightest panic.
As the third sword touched Lin Fan’s chest, instead of a strong impact, the sword began to crack inch by inch, eventually disintegrating.
“The Sword of Eternal Friendship does not harm eternal friends.” Xinfeng placed his arm on Lin Fan’s shoulder, revealing the most sincere smile he had ever shown.
Lin Fan also smiled, patting Xinfeng’s shoulder.
“Brother Feng.”
“Brother Lin…”
They looked at each other, their shining eyes unable to look away for a long time.
“Brother Lin.”
“Brother Feng.”
Suddenly, they burst into laughter, shoulder to shoulder.
“Brother Feng, today I am truly honored to meet a friend like you. Though the Battle of the Heavens’ Most Talented is merely a formality, for the sake of future generations, there must be a first place. Therefore, I will withdraw and concede, letting Brother Feng take this year’s first place.” Lin Fan sincerely said.
“No, Brother Lin, you needn’t withdraw. I, Xinfeng, have no friends. Today, meeting you, my eternal friend, who takes first place is no longer important. I will withdraw.” Xinfeng stopped Lin Fan.
“No… I will withdraw.” Lin Fan said.
“Brother Lin, I will withdraw. Don’t argue with me, or you are not acknowledging me as your friend.” Xinfeng said.
“Are you truly unafraid of death?” Xin Feng asked at this moment.
Xin Feng’s heart began to waver. At first glance, this person gave Xin Feng a sense of camaraderie, even a desire to befriend him.
Although the circumstances of their first meeting had angered Xin Feng, the current situation made him hesitate.
At this moment, Lin Fan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said, “Brother Feng, come on, the third sword.”
“You…” Seeing Lin Fan like this, Xin Feng’s heart began to waver.
Looking at Lin Fan’s fearless expression, Xin Feng felt that he should not strike again, or he would regret it for the rest of his life.
On the high platform.
Wuya and Sect Master Yan communicated telepathically.
“Sect Master, I feel like there’s something off here,” Wuya said, watching the scene below. He had been observing Lin Fan ever since they took him in.
The conclusion they had reached was:
Tricky, tricky, tricky…
Full of tricks, not only mysterious but also quite cunning.
How could someone who valued his life so much show such a fearless expression?
“Strategy determines everything. Let’s wait for the result,” Sect Master Yan replied calmly through telepathy.
Wuya, the Grand Elder, nodded and remained silent.
Lü Mingyang didn’t know much about Lin Fan’s situation, but seeing that the Sect Master and Wuya were so composed, he was filled with confusion.
At this moment, Lin Fan took a step forward and said, “The third sword, come on. Don’t let me regret this for the rest of my life. The Sacred Sect and the Nine Heavens Sect have been supporting each other for three thousand years. Let’s not let our generation create a rift and sever this relationship. If that happens, I, Lin Fan, will be the sinner of our sect.”
Lin Fan roared, and the heavens seemed to mourn. The clear sky gradually darkened with a hint of clouds.
The disciples of the Nine Heavens Sect and the Sacred Sect were deeply moved by Lin Fan’s words.
Indeed, the Nine Heavens Sect and the Sacred Sect had been like family for three thousand years.
At this moment, the elite disciples of the Nine Heavens Sect looked towards the Sacred Sect. During the competition, they had felt disdain for the Sacred Sect.
But now, Lin Fan’s words echoed like thunder, shaking their hearts and filling them with guilt.
Zong Hentian and Feng Xiaoling exchanged glances from afar, then silently lowered their heads before looking up again, smiles on their faces.
It seemed as if all previous grievances had vanished at this moment.
“Lin Fan of the Sacred Sect, I will remember him.”
“Me too. The Sacred Sect is our ally, our friend. I must spread his name throughout the Nine Heavens Sect, so all our fellow disciples know that there is such a person in the Sacred Sect.”
“I hope Brother Xin Feng doesn’t strike.”
“No, you don’t understand. This strike must happen. Brother Xin Feng cares more about this person than we do.”
…
“Brother Wuya, maybe we should let this one go,” Liang Yichu said at this moment.
“Brother Yichu, don’t you care about the first place anymore?” Wuya asked with a faint smile.
Liang Yichu shook his head. “Brother Wuya, you know very well why I’m saying this. The Strongest Heavenly Pride Battle was established by our ancestors to strengthen the bond between our two sects and prevent them from drifting apart. Who wins first place now is not important. With such a disciple emerging from the Sacred Sect, I don’t want him to perish here. It would be a loss for both the Sacred Sect and the Nine Heavens Sect.”
“Moreover, for my disciple, it would be an insurmountable hurdle.”
Wuya looked at the arena and sighed. “Brother Yichu, at this point, it’s better not to interfere. If this strike doesn’t happen, your disciple will never overcome this hurdle. Just like back then, if I hadn’t made you cry, would we be where we are now?”
Liang Yichu was initially moved, but then he realized the implication of Wuya’s words and snorted, refusing to respond. “Do as you wish. Don’t cry when he dies.”
…
“Come on…” Lin Fan roared at this moment.
Xin Feng looked at Lin Fan, his body trembling slightly. “Alright, no matter what, I, Xin Feng, consider you a friend.”
“The third sword, from now on, shall be called the Sword of Brotherhood.”
At this moment, the sword’s radiance illuminated the void. Xin Feng moved, gripping the Sword of Brotherhood formed from his sword intent, and charged towards Lin Fan.
Lin Fan stood there, a faint smile on his lips.
The brilliance of this sword surpassed the previous two. Even the five swords formed from Xin Feng’s sword intent began to tremble. As the third sword shone, the other five swords turned into streams of light and merged into the third sword.
At this moment, Liang Yichu stood up abruptly, a look of astonishment on his face.
“He’s broken through.”
The disciples of the Nine Heavens Sect and the Sacred Sect all stood up, their eyes filled with concern.
He must not die.
Lin Fan, who was preparing to receive the third sword, noticed that Xin Feng had broken through.
The third sword seemed to have changed, becoming even more powerful than before.
But for some reason, Lin Fan felt no panic.
As the third sword touched Lin Fan’s chest, there was no violent impact. Instead, the sword shattered piece by piece, eventually disintegrating.
“The Sword of Brotherhood does not harm a brother,” Xin Feng said, his arm resting on Lin Fan’s shoulder, wearing the most sincere smile of his life.
Lin Fan also smiled, patting Xin Feng’s shoulder.
“Brother Feng.”
“Brother Lin…”
The two looked at each other, their shining eyes unable to look away.
“Brother Lin.”
“Brother Feng.”
Suddenly, the two burst into laughter, arms around each other’s shoulders.
“Brother Feng, I am fortunate to have met a friend like you today. Although the Strongest Heavenly Pride Battle is just a formality, for the sake of future generations, there must be a first place. Therefore, I withdraw and concede, letting Brother Feng take the first place this time,” Lin Fan said sincerely.
“No, Brother Lin, you don’t need to withdraw. I, Xin Feng, have no friends. Today, having met a brother like you, who takes first place is no longer important. I withdraw,” Xin Feng said, stopping Lin Fan.
“No… I withdraw,” Lin Fan insisted.
“Brother Lin, I withdraw. Don’t argue with me, or you’re not acknowledging me as a friend,” Xin Feng said.
“Brother Feng…” Lin Fan was about to say something, but Xin Feng decisively jumped out of the arena.
In the end, only Lin Fan remained on the stage.
“The winner of the 1000th Strongest Heavenly Pride Battle is Lin Fan of the Sacred Sect.”
At this moment, an ordinary elder grabbed Lin Fan’s arm and raised it high.
Lin Fan stood there, allowing the elder to lift his arm.
This…
“Long live the Sacred Sect!”
“Long live the Nine Heavens Sect!”
…
The disciples in the audience cheered loudly. At this moment, the atmosphere of the Strongest Heavenly Pride Battle truly reached its peak.
Lin Fan looked at Xin Feng and the elite disciples of the Nine Heavens Sect.
“Clap, clap…”
At this moment, Xin Feng and the elite disciples of the Nine Heavens Sect clapped, applauding for Lin Fan.
At this moment, Lin Fan wiped the corner of his eye with one hand, looked up at the sky.
Was it easy for him? No, it wasn’t.
Today was truly a happy day for Lin Fan.
Today’s act was the one he was most satisfied with.
Not only did he win first place, but he also made the other party willingly applaud for him and gained a precious friendship.
Perhaps in the future, he might not be able to surpass this act, but for now, Lin Fan was content.
At this moment, Lin Fan truly experienced what it meant to kill three birds with one stone.
On the high platform.
“Brother Wuya, I feel like something is a bit off,” Liang Yichu said, clapping and turning his head, somewhat puzzled.
Wuya clapped and smiled, “No, everything is perfect. The Sacred Sect is first.”
Liang Yichu: “…”
Eventually, only Lin Fan remained on the stage.
“The 1000th Battle of the Heavens’ Most Talented, the final victor is Lin Fan of the Holy Sect.”
At this moment, an ordinary elder raised Lin Fan’s arm high.
Lin Fan stood there, allowing the elder to raise his arm.
This…
“Long live the Holy Sect!”
“Long live the Jiuxiao Sect!”
…
The disciples in the audience seats cheered loudly. At this moment, the atmosphere of the Battle of the Heavens’ Most Talented truly reached its peak.
Lin Fan looked at Xinfeng, at the Jiuxiao Sect’s outstanding disciples.
“Clap… clap…”
At this moment, Xinfeng and the Jiuxiao Sect’s outstanding disciples clapped, cheering for Lin Fan.
At this moment, Lin Fan wiped the corner of his eye with one hand, lifting his head to look at the sky.
How difficult had it been for him? Indeed, it hadn’t been easy.
Today had been a very happy day for Lin Fan.
Today’s show-off had been the most satisfying one he had ever done.
Not only did he gain first place, but he also made the opponent willingly cheer for him, and gained a precious friendship.
Perhaps in the future, he might never surpass this show-off again, but for now, Lin Fan was already completely satisfied.
At this moment, Lin Fan truly experienced what it meant to kill three birds with one stone.
On the high platform.
“Brother Wuya, why do I feel like something is slightly off?” Liang Yichu clapped and turned his head, asking with some confusion.
Wuya clapped and smiled. “No, everything is perfect. The Holy Sect takes first place.”
Liang Yichu: “…”.
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