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Just Lin Hu's brute strength alone was enough to cause him to bleed profusely. Among the core disciples of the Lin Clan, Lin Hu could be said to be the strongest person in the entire Lin Clan.
However, in a battle of martial artists, strength and the use of the world's martial energy was not a proper thing to do. Thus, with this thought in mind, Lin Nantian no longer feared Lin Yu.
From his point of view, Lin Yuan was assigned to a service disciple and had not practiced any martial arts. He only had a lot of power, which was why he was so confident.
He ignored Lin Nan Tian, who had a strong sense of superiority. Today, he was here for revenge and wanted to deliver it to him. How could he let this opportunity go?
He raised his iron rod and gently stepped forward. Following the rhythmic movement of his martial energy, he arrived in front of Lin Nantian in an instant and smashed down with his iron rod.
This step caused Lin Nan Tian's pupils to shrink. It didn't seem like the Wind Walk, and it was even more so than the Wind Walk he practiced.
This step alone was enough to change his impression of Lin Hua, who had not practiced any martial arts at all.
However, he was also known as one of the core disciples of the Lin Clan. Naturally, he would not be smashed by a stick like a normal person.
"Clang!"
The long spear swept, the side turned, the left foot exerted force, the waist slightly bent, the spear blade quickly met the iron rod.
A spark flashed, and Lin Yu's eyebrows twitched. This Lin Nantian was truly not bad. To be able to react in such a short period of time, and even counterattack, he was worthy of being called the Lin Clan's core genius.
Lin Zhu's spiritual sense was extremely sharp. Under that attack, the iron rod that he had picked up already had cracks in it. If he were to hit it again, his iron rod would definitely break.
After all, they couldn't compare to Lin Nantian's spear. This iron rod was only on the same level as a fire poker, a mortal weapon.
Using it a little more was one thing, because this iron rod was his most powerful advantage, considering he didn't use it. Eight moves of Chaotic Fist and Dragon Power were the prerequisites for it.
Raising his iron rod, Lin Hua once again charged towards the retreating Lin Nantian.
At this moment, Lin Nantian's heart was also in a mess. His palm, which already had blood flowing out of it, trembled slightly. However, it was quickly stopped by him and no one noticed it.
Lin Nan Tian raised his eyebrows at the sight of Lin Chu's incomparable strength. However, he soon revealed a smile as he discovered the crack on the metal rod.
The second stance was like a hot knife through butter. He tapped the Lin Hua iron rod, and the sound of metal colliding rang out across the stage.
After which, the metal rod in Lin Hu's hand shattered and fell onto the stage.
Of course, Lin Hu was not surprised. He dodged the incoming spear attack and looked at Lin Nan Tian with a smile.
The fact that his iron rod had been broken meant that he didn't want to expose his fist arts.
"Haha, this fool, does he think he has enough strength to take out a metal rod and defeat Senior-apprentice Brother Lin Nan Tian?"
"That's right, that's right. He simply doesn't know his place. Senior brother Lin Nantian's Dark Phoenix Spear is a half spirit artifact. How could this poor fellow even compare to it with a broken iron rod?"
"This guy can still laugh. It seems like he has exhausted all his abilities and has been forced to a dead end. He has already lost his mind."
Without a doubt, those who mocked him were people from the camp led by Lin Nantian, and those who belittled him were simply worthless.
On the stage, Lin Nantian breathed a sigh of relief as he saw Lin Hua's iron rod break apart.
"Lin Nan Tian, didn't you say you would give me a weapon? Can you give it to me now? "
Lin Nantian frowned. This Lin Yu was too shameless, but he was not stupid enough to give Lin Yu a weapon. If Lin Yu was used like a stick by him, he would not feel good.
Seeing Lin Nantian not saying a word, the corners of Lin Hu's mouth revealed his white teeth.
Below the stage.
"Shameless! I gave it to you earlier, but you didn't want it. Now that you want it, Senior brother Lin Nantian, ignore it!"
Since Lin Nan Tian had been beaten to a pulp, he took advantage of the situation and rushed straight up, aiming straight for Lin Yu's chest. One look and it was clear that he was going to take Lin Yu's life.
On the stage, the surrounding martial arts aura was filled with the sound of explosions. It was obvious how powerful they were.
Lin Hu's tattered clothes made 'kacha' sounds, and his long hair fluttered behind his back. Although his face was dirty black with dirt, his bright eyes were as bright as the starry sky.
"Actually, my strongest move is my fist."
After speaking indifferently, Lin Hu gently stepped forward. Facing the sharp aura of the battle, Lin Hu seemed to ignore it as he directly approached.
Facing such a vicious forest bud, Lin Nan Tian's spear flashed. This was a sign that martial energy had gathered to a certain degree.
How could Lin Hu allow him to continue gathering strength? He threw a punch straight at his face. There was no such thing as slapping someone in the face or not slapping them in the face. He could not bear to watch such a sinister and malicious face anymore.
This punch was filled with vigor, and the flow of qi around Lin Nantian's body was in complete disarray. His eyes widened as he finally understood why Lin Yue was defeated so thoroughly.
He didn't dare have too much confidence in the strength of this fist strike of his.
The second move of the Dark Rain Spear, with unstoppable momentum, was thrown towards Lin Hua's fist. Lin Hua was not conceited enough to throw his body against the blade. His left hand gripped the spear's body.
"Wow!"
His right fist struck right at Lin Nan Tian's abdomen, and he spat out a mouthful of blood on the stage.
With Lin Yu's formidable soul power, Lin Nantian's actions were like child's play in front of him. It could be said that his every move was full of holes.
In the past few days of cultivation, he practiced boxing the most.
There was a saying in Zi Tong's eyes: a fist should not cross blades with a weapon. He had learned how to look for flaws. He had remembered the words of his unparalleled beauty clearly.
Therefore, he was the one with the most combat power now, even if he was suppressed to the level of a Fighter 9-dan.
Lin Nan Tian was also not someone that could be defeated by Lin Nan Tian.
After this punch, Lin Nantian fell to one knee, his left hand clutching his chest, his right hand holding the spear. He looked at Lin Chu with a hideous expression, his eyes full of malice.
This was the first time in his martial arts practice that he was injured. Moreover, with a single punch, he made him kneel on the ground. As he looked at the man before his eyes, he returned to the scene from back then.
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Lin Hua was a martial artist at the Tenth Perfection. He was at the ninth level of the Fighter realm. The him of that year was punched to the ground by Lin Hu, causing him to be unable to stand up.
Now that he was one stage higher than Lin Hu, the scene seemed to have returned to the time when the Lin Clan disciples were competing in the martial arts competition many years ago.
Below the stage, many of the Lin Clan disciples gasped. The war god in their hearts, Lin Nantian, had actually been knocked down to his knees with a single punch.
This was simply unimaginable, surpassing common sense.
No one else dared to ridicule Lin Hu because they could not afford to offend someone like this. If he was left alone one day, then he would hold a grudge and lose his life.
Lin Hu took advantage of this moment of victory to beat the dog into the water. At this moment, he suddenly stopped in his tracks. His eyebrows were slightly raised, and he calmly stood there, not continuing to advance.