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Furthermore, from the looks of it, Lin Caixuan still had some lingering memories for this boy. The relationship between Lin Hu and Lin Caixuan back then was a secret that no one else knew, because the clan head had not announced his presence in the Lin Clan Estate at that time.
She was blushing slightly. He knew better than anyone else how he had treated Lin Yu all those years ago. Just as he was about to stand up and refute, a voice rushed in front of him.
"I don't know her, and I don't know what you're talking about. There's no need to slander your Lin Clan's young mistress."
Upon hearing these words, all the Lin Clan disciples unknowingly nodded their heads, as if they agreed with his words. This was because, in their opinion, Lin Hu was unworthy of being together with the Lin Family's Ming Zhu.
"You guys can stop calling him trash. This guy is truly worthy of being called a genius. His meridians were all destroyed back then, but now they are actually restored."
"Right, don't yell anymore. No matter what, his tenth level Fighter's cultivation is not something we can fight against."
The sounds of discussion from below the stage caused Xiaohu to feel proud of himself. The Big Brother Lin Chu in his eyes was amazing. Just as expected, disciples of the Lin Clan came to curry favor with him immediately.
On the stage, the Lin Clan's elder furrowed his brows as he glanced at Lin Hu. From Lin Hu's tone, he could tell that he was dissatisfied with the Lin Clan.
"Xuan'er, what's going on? Tell me about it."
Towards her father, she would not act like a young miss, nor would she dare to. She stood up and hugged Lin Shan's right arm like a kitten, her face full of unwillingness as she placed her face on Lin Shan's right arm.
"Speak."
Lin Shan's expression turned strict as he glared at the young girl beside him.
Only then did Lin Caixuan pout her small mouth and speak slowly.
Lin Shan's expression turned unnatural. She was the one who said 'scram' to Lin Hua from the Lin Family's Ming Zhu's mouth. I don't want to have anything to do with trash.
However, now that they had returned to the Lin Family, it meant that there was still a chance for a turning point. The birth of a genius in the Lin Family would be the foundation for the development of the Zong Clan, and he did not want to miss out on this genius.
But he did not know that Lin Hua's return had little to do with them, mainly for the sake of something else.
Lin Nantian stared at Lin Hua as his long spear danced in the air. The moment the Tremendous Tremor of the Raging Tremor was unleashed, the battle qi in the surroundings became extremely violent. Where the long spear pointed to, the might it exuded was astonishing.
Facing this long spear filled with power, Lin Hua finally moved. He executed the Zen Soft Steps, executing the eight types of Chaotic Fists.
Facing the incoming spear, Lin Hu blocked it with his right hand while his left hand formed a fist and punched the spear's tip, causing Lin Nan Tian's spear to deviate from its trajectory and pierce through Lin Zhu's right cheek.
A stream of fresh blood appeared on Lin Hu's face. He already knew that the person before him was not a simple person after his defeat. He was definitely stronger than he was all those years ago.
Among the warriors, there were very few people who could break his move in the blink of an eye because wherever the long spear passed, it was accompanied by the condensed and sharp Martial Qi. There was no need for the long spear to pierce the enemy; just this Martial Qi was enough to injure the enemy.
However, Lin Hu was able to disregard martial qi and use his punches to punch his own long spear. This proved that Lin Hua's physique was extremely powerful, and the strength of his fists were extremely terrifying as well.
Lin Nan Tian didn't know what was going on. Lin Hua's eight moves of Chaotic Fist should be able to deal with such a situation. To be able to counter the surrounding martial qi, this move could be considered to be able to counter Lin Nan Tian's attack.
As a result, although Lin Nan Tian's spear art seemed amazing, it was actually useless on Lin Hua. After flicking away the tip of the spear with his fist, Lin Hu followed suit and moved his right fist up to his waist, shifting his center of gravity from his left foot to his right foot, throwing out a punch.
However, the punch missed. Lin Nantian was puzzled. Was this fellow in front of him stupid? Why did he punch the air?
Lin Hua did not pay attention to Lin Nan Tian's gaze. He could feel that the direction of his attack was a part of the flow of martial energy. Once this fist was thrown out, the opponent's moves would inevitably be thrown into chaos.
Sure enough, when Lin Nantian thrust out his spear again, the power of the spear greatly weakened. Lin Hua casually punched out, but Lin Nantian did not know what had happened.
With just eight thrusts of his long spear, the sound of the wind breaking was extremely loud. However, Lin Hua knew that Lin Nan Tian's every move seemed to be shocking, but it was just a feint.
"Lin Hua couldn't have gone stupid, right? Every time after parrying a spear, he would strike the air with his fist. What is he doing?!"
"I don't know. To be able to block Senior Apprentice Brother Lin Nantian's four moves, the Tempest Spear Technique, is not simple at all."
Lin Shan's eyes narrowed. As a Martial King, he naturally knew what Lin Hu was trying to do. The astonishment hidden in his eyes was concealed within his eyes.
"Impossible, how can a warrior sense the flow of martial qi!" After muttering to himself, Lin Shan carefully sized up Lin Hua who was on the stage.
Beside him, Lin Caixuan looked at her father's shocked expression. The complicated look in her eyes became even more apparent. She knew that for many years, her father had not revealed such an expression in a long time.
According to common sense, Lin Hu could not feel the flow of martial qi, but the Eight Movement Chaotic Fist taught by Zi Tong made up for the gap in his martial arts cultivation.
Eight techniques of Chaotic Fist, the fist strike missed. Lin Nan Tian's spear attack became even more violent and invisible. The martial qi around Lin Hua began to gather towards Lin Chong and Zhou Tian.
These streams of qi were called martial qi, as Lin Hua's body started to gather towards his right fist.
The time had come. Lin Hua could feel that his martial arts had been brewed. Now, he only needed one final punch to decide the outcome.
On the stage, Lin Hua was sizing up Lin Hua for a long time. As a martial king expert, he could naturally feel the martial aura around Lin Hu.
Lin Hua quickly stood up after Lin Yu had finished gathering his energy and shouted at Lin Nan Tian. This was his only son, and he didn't want him to be angry at all.
Lin Nantian was ready to strike again, but he gave a loud shout and dispelled this thought. "Nantian, retreat! Use all your strength to defend!"
No one was allowed to interfere with the martial arts competition on the stage. This was common knowledge and respect for martial arts.
"This old thief."
Lin Hu cursed in his heart. As he looked at Lin Nantian who was putting away his spear to defend himself, he realized that this earthen yellow light wall was the embodiment of Lin Nantian's Iron Cliff Skill.
However, it was not a big problem. Lin Hua's Eight Style Chaotic Fist had been prepared to the last punch. Lin Hua's weight shifted from his left foot to his right foot, as he clenched his right fist and punched out.
A stream of air that could be seen with the naked eye instantly exploded. The surrounding rocks flew backwards as a large ditch appeared in the middle of the martial stage.