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After the brewing process, the wisps of flame became even stronger.
The white saber was already completely red, and the simple young man's martial qi had already reached a certain point. He was ready to launch the attack at any moment.
Lin Hu was taken aback. If he was in Qin Wentian's place, he wouldn't have allowed the youth to gather all his energy.
With a smile, Lin Caixuan clearly believed in her own defense, so she wanted to give it a try.
"Lin Caixuan, victory and defeat will be decided in this one attack."
The youth moved. Not only was the blade surrounded by fiery light, even his body was covered in fiery threads.
Facing the attack that the girl had been preparing for a long time, Lin Caixuan was still smiling as she activated the Iron Cliff Skill.
She stood with her hands behind her back, her black hair fluttering in the wind, and her clear eyes that were as clear as autumn water, giving the Lin Clan disciples standing below the stage a deep gulp of saliva.
"As expected of Senior Sister Lin Caixuan, the only person I like with such enchanting confidence is you."
"Scram to the side to pick up senior sister Xuanxuan. Is that something you can meddle in? I am the only one who can confess to my goddess. "
The youth's ferocious eyes were filled with determination as he slashed the blade upwards, landing on the wall of light formed by the Iron Cliff Skill.
"Clang clang clang!"
A series of metallic sounds rang out, accompanied by sparks of fire.
"I never thought that you, who are a small realm lower than me, would be able to cause cracks to appear in my Iron Cliff Skill!"
Lin Caixuan retracted her smile. The strength of this blow had somewhat exceeded her expectations.
Lin Caixuan's right hand formed a seal and pressed down on the Iron Cliff's light wall, where a crack had appeared.
The originally cracked wall of light was being repaired at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The youth was not surprised by this scene. He looked at the Iron Cliff's light barrier that was originally on the verge of shattering, and slowly placed his left hand on the corner of his mouth.
"What is he trying to do?"
The actions of the youth caused all the elders on the stage to be shocked. They then turned to look at the Second Elder.
"The one who uses the saber will live to the death. He's burning his blood essence."
After the Second Elder finished speaking, he stood up and jumped onto the Martial Stage. The two people who were at the Martial Spirit Stage nodded in satisfaction as they saw the young man in front of them.
"For a martial artist to release their blood essence through their cultivation, the road ahead won't be easy for you."
The youth looked at the old man in front of him, his gaze unwavering. "I didn't lose. I won this round."
Looking at the young man's determined expression, the old man stroked his white beard. "Can't you tell that she's been letting you win all this time?"
The youth smiled as he stared at the relaxed Lin Caixuan for a long time. Then, he withdrew his dagger and crossed his hands, "Senior Sister Caixuan, I concede."
After that, he turned around and walked off the stage. An old right hand patted his shoulder as he looked at the old man with a puzzled expression.
"From now on, you will cultivate with me."
The words of the old man caused the Lin Clan disciples to suck in a breath of cold air, unable to conceal their astonishment.
"I can't believe the Second Elder has taken a fancy to him. This guy's luck is too good. It's much better than entering the inner sect."
"Why is it that the Second Elder has set his eyes on me? This is too unfair. Why is it not me?"
"You are also a Stage Nine Warrior core disciple, but can you use the Flame Blade Technique to that level?"
Hearing this, the person remained silent.
Over time, the disciples of the Lin Clan also learned that as long as they performed well, the elders would take a liking to them and take a shortcut to enter the inner sect.
With this simple-minded youth as a precedent, the disciples of the Lin Clan that were participating in the Martial Arts Competition all brought out their greatest abilities.
However, the martial arts competition that followed was very sparse and ordinary. Not one of them surpassed the ordinary youth, and they were the focus of attention of the Lin Clan elders on the stage.
Time passed bit by bit, and night arrived. The martial stage was already in full swing, and there were only twenty or so people left.
Although they had been practicing martial arts for a long time, the Lin Clan disciples were not the least bit tired. As usual, they gazed at the stage enthusiastically.
"Senior brother Lin Nantian still hasn't gone up. When will he be ready?"
"I was waiting for him too, but it wasn't his turn."
After some discussion, Lin Nantian stood up, dragging his spear with him as he leapt onto the stage.
"Number forty-five has been waiting for a long time."
The crowd below the arena screamed.
"Did you see Senior brother Lin Nantian's leap? He's so relaxed."
A young girl covered her face and looked at Lin Nantian, who was on the stage, with an infatuated expression. She wished that she could give birth to a baby for him right away.
"Did you see that!?" Just this simple leap in the air was enough to see Senior Brother Lin Nantian's attainments in movement techniques. "
Lin Hu smiled. Then, he quietly watched Lin Nantian's performance onstage.
In the first round, Lin Nan Tian obviously went through the back door, so he couldn't see his true strength, but he could guess what this situation was like.
On the Martial Stage.
Lin Nantian was carrying his spear in his right hand and had a smile on his face. His handsome face was filled with cynicism and his hair swayed in the wind, giving off a confident look.
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It was as if this match was not a threat to him at all, as if he was here to play.
The flow of martial qi was slow and heavy, and its foundation was solid. Although the stance was casual, no one dared to underestimate a peak level martial artist.
When he looked down at Lin Caixuan, he found that she was still secretly watching him. Following Lin Nantian's gaze, Lin Caixuan gave him a smile.
Lin Nantian's face darkened only for a split-second. He faintly looked at Lin Chu, the murderous intent in his eyes only lasted for an instant before he retracted his gaze.
Lin Hu furrowed his brows, but he did not place him in his eyes. He continued calmly looking at the arena.
"Where's my opponent!?" "Get on the stage quickly, you're wasting my time."
Lin Nantian's spear flashed with a pitch-black spear light. The pure wood spear shaft trembled, and a crack appeared on the firm ground of the martial stage. This was a response to Lin Nantian's current mood.
"This gun is not bad."
The sharp spear point was imbued with a martial air, it was obvious that it was no ordinary item. Looking at the iron rod in his hand, Lin Hu couldn't help but smile.
"Senior brother Lin Nantian can't wait any longer. Who is his opponent?!" "Hurry up and get on the stage."
"That's right, that's right. Don't disturb me so I can see Senior brother Lin Nantian's heroic appearance."
Unsatisfied voices instantly arose from below the stage, responding to the voices from below the stage. A plump and plump man slowly climbed up the stage.
"It's here!" It's here! "What's the rush? I went to the latrine."
This dramatic scene shocked the eyes of the Lin Clan disciples.
The fatty was indeed too fat. With a height of 1.65 meters, he weighed at least 200 Jin at a glance.
As he climbed up the martial stage, he was still panting heavily. The fat on his abdomen was shaking, and from time to time, he would wipe off his sweat, causing Lin Hua to be stunned.
"Lin Nantian, wait for me to rest."
Fatty, who had finally climbed onto the stage, took a deep breath and straightened his back. However, no matter how good Fatty was, he was still in the shape of a ball.
His eyes were small, his nose was sunken, his hair was full of curls, and he had a pair of eye-catching ears.
The most important thing was that from time to time, he would stroke his hair and shake his head, his handsome face immersed in his own image.