Chapter 3264 - Ch: 46-50

Chapter 46: The First Round! Lin Chuan and Lin HePerform Well!

On the day of the Lin family clan competition, Lin Chuanstudied the betting odds opened by the Haicheng Martial Arts Trading Center.

Although this clan competition was just an internal selection for the Lin family, it concerned the successor to one of Haicheng's four major chambers of commerce.

The Martial Arts Trading Center had specifically opened a championship betting pool with a total prize pool of nearly 500 million yuan. While its scale could not compare to a provincial-level martial arts exam, it was still considered the most popular event in Haicheng recently.

Lin Xuance had the lowest odds of winning the championship, at only 1.35.

Lin He was at 1.8, while Lin Chuan was at 2.1.

Just as Lin Chuan was about to bet on himself to win, a notification popped up on his phone.

[Participants are prohibited from betting on this tournament!]

"They manage it quite strictly."

But it was just for show; if one wanted to buy, they still could.

Lin Chuan put away his phone and turned to look at Gu Shanhe: "Grandpa Gu, lend me your betting account for a moment."

Gu Shanhe immediately understood his meaning: "You want to bet on yourself to win?"

Lin Chuan directly transferred 50 million yuan to him. This was from the 500 million yuan loan the bank had previously given him, which was originally meant for the construction of Qingsong Ridge. However, Lin Chuan was very confident, so he temporarily diverted a portion of it.

"Put it all on me. The odds have already started to drop."

Looking at the received amount, Gu Shanhe added another 30 million to the account: "Then I'll follow with 30 million too. If we really lose, the two of us will go eat at the mine canteen together."

The two orders were quickly completed.

[Betting Target: Lin Chuan to win the championship!]

[Total Bet Amount: 80 million yuan!]

[Locked Odds: 2.1!]

[Winning Payout: 168 million yuan!]

Looking at the order, Lin Chuan's mood immediately improved significantly.

Winning the position of the Young Clan Master, and he could still earn 88 million from the bookmaker.

At nine o'clock in the morning, the Lin Family Martial Arena officially opened.

A sixty-meter-square alloy arena sat in the center of the grounds, with a Tier 4 protective barrier rising around it, and eight high-speed cameras locked onto the arena from different directions.

The Haicheng Martial Arts Association, the Lin Family Clan Council, and the Longdu Main Family each sent representatives to sit in the judges' seats. There were over three thousand spectators on-site, and the number of people in the livestream room exceeded 800,000 before the competition even started.

The first matchup list quickly appeared on the central large screen.

[First Round, Match One: Lin He vs. Lin Haiyue!]

[Lin He: 17 years old, Tier 3 Martial Artist, S-Rank TalentSix-Color Ancient Thunder!]

[Lin Haiyue: 22 years old, Tier 9 Martial Artist, B-Rank Talent Heavy Armor!]

The two had a five-year age gap, and their Realms differed by a full six tiers.

Lin Haiyue was also wearing the Tier 2 Peak armor prepared for him by the clan elders, with his chest, shoulders, and knees completely covered in black armor plates. Combined with his Heavy Armor talent, it was equivalent to having two layers of defense.

Seeing the information of both sides, Lin Nan silently clenched his fists.

Lin He's Six-Color Ancient Thunder was indeed powerful, but talents also required time to develop. As a Tier 3 Martial Artist facing a Tier 9 Martial Artist head-on, even a slight mistake could result in being heavily injured by a single punch.

Lin Haiyue walked onto the arena and rotated his shoulders. His Heavy Armor collided, making a dull, heavy sound.

"Little He, I trained in the Border Defense Reserve for two years. My moves won't be like those in the training grounds," Lin Haiyue looked at Lin He opposite him and warned him seriously.

"If I really get close to you, just forfeit directly. Don't try to hold out. The difference in our Realms is too great, and I might not be able to hold back my strength."

Six kinds of thunder light flashed across Lin He's fingertips in turn, his expression extremely calm: "Don't worry, Clan Brother, I didn't plan on letting you get close to me either."

The referee confirmed the status of both sides and raised his hand to announce the start of the match.

Lin Haiyue stomped his right foot heavily on the ground, and a shallow pit immediately appeared on the alloy arena.

Bearing his two layers of armor, he charged forward in a straight line, covering the twenty-meter distance in just three steps, his entire being resembling an armored car crashing head-on.

This kind of collision didn't involve much technique, but it concentrated all the strength of a Tier 9 Martial Artistdirectly in front. Lin He did not take it head-on; blue thunder light lit up along his legs as he activated Thunder Flash Step, his body instantly shifting four meters to the left.

Lin Haiyue's strike missed. He immediately planted his left foot, forcefully twisted his waist, and his Heavy Armor-clad right arm swept toward Lin He's chest.

Thunder light lit up on Lin He's toes once again, and his body slid backward right against the edge of the fist. Although he wasn't hit head-on, the front of his school uniform was still ripped open by the wind of the punch.

In their first exchange, neither side was injured.

But Lin Haiyue had already confirmed that Lin He's speed was much faster than what was listed in his public profile.

"Good speed, but you won't win by just dodging forever."

Lin Haiyue did not continue with straight-line charges. Instead, he repeatedly stomped on the arena, using the strength of a Tier 9 Martial Artist to create vibrations. Sure enough, Lin He's third Thunder Flash Step was half a beat too slow. Lin Haiyue immediately closed in and threw a punch at his left shoulder.

Lin He crossed his arms as white thunder light quickly covered his internal organs and bones. When the fist landed, he was blasted back six meters on the spot, his feet dragging two white marks on the arena, and a wave of numbness spread through both his arms.

The gap in Realms indeed existed.

Lin Haiyue immediately pressed his advantage. His strengths were power and defense; as long as he continued to compress the space and force Lin He to the edge of the arena, there would be no suspense left in this match.

But just as he took two steps forward, Lin He suddenly stopped.

"Clan Brother, look at your feet."

Lin Haiyue looked down, and his face instantly changed.

Lin He's continuous dodging just now was not simple fleeing. Every time he changed positions, he left a thunder mark on the arena. At this moment, six thunder marks of different colors intersected and closed, perfectly surrounding half of the arena.

And Lin Haiyue was standing right in the center.

"Six-Color Thunder Prison!"

Boom!

Six kinds of lightning rose simultaneously, and the livestream screen was instantly filled with thunder light of various colors.

The six bolts of lightning formed a prison, trapping Lin Haiyue inside.

Lin Haiyue grit his teeth, pushing his Heavy Armor talent to its limit.

The second layer of grayish-black armor plates continuously thickened. The falling lightning could only blast cracks onto the surface, temporarily unable to harm his inside.

He did not retreat. Instead, braving the lightning, he continued to charge toward Lin He.

Lin Haiyue's judgment was very clear.

For such a large-scale lightning-attributed Martial Technique, the consumption of True Qi was bound to be staggering. As long as he could charge through the final ten meters and force Lin He to take another heavy punch, there was still a chance to turn the tables.

Lin He stood in place.

Crimson and golden lightnings rapidly gathered at his fingertips.

"Meteor Thunder Finger!"

The Meteor Thunder Finger shot out instantly, the thunder light accurately striking the joint between the shoulder armor and the neck guard.

Crack!

The Tier 2 Peak armor snapped on the spot, and the crimson-gold lightning poured into the interior along the crack.

Lin Haiyue's entire right arm instantly lost all strength, and his body tumbled forward. Before he could even hit the ground, six streaks of thunder light had already stopped right in front of his forehead, chest, and neck respectively.

The referee immediately intervened: "Match over!"

The six-color thunder light dissipated simultaneously, and the arena timer froze at this very moment.

[Match Time: 38 seconds!]

[Winner: Lin He!]

The martial arena fell silent for a brief moment, followed by a wave of discussions.

A Tier 3 Martial Artist had defeated a Tier 9 Martial Artist, and from start to finish, Lin He had only been hit head-on once.

Lin Nan suddenly stood up, unable to suppress the joy on his face: "Excellent! This is the strength an S-Rank Talentshould have!"

Lin Haiyue sat up from the ground and glanced at the scorch mark on his shoulder. He fell silent for a moment before finally nodding to Lin He: "I lost.

You didn't just rely on your talent to overpower me; your connection between Thunder Flash Step and the Six-Color Thunder Prison was also excellent."

This was also the first adult Branch Family participant to publicly acknowledge Lin He's strength.

The sentiment in the livestream room shifted accordingly.

Some people still disliked Lin He, but they had to admit one thing—character aside, the S-Rank Six-Color Ancient Thunder was indeed the real deal.

A Tier 3 Martial Artist skipping six tiers to defeat an opponent meant the 80 million yuan the Lin family poured in every year couldn't be considered completely wasted.

In the corner of the spectator stands, Lin Qi only took one look before closing his eyes again.

The power of the Six-Color Ancient Thunder was decent, but Lin He's Mental Strength was too weak. As long as he was hit head-on once by the "Tianyi Art", the Six-Color Thunder Prison wouldn't even have a chance to form.

On the other side, Lin Xuance watched the entire battle seriously.

Aside from competing for the Young Clan Master position and the Xuanjin Mine, his coming to Haicheng also carried another task from the Longdu Main Family—to evaluate Lin He.

Even in the Longdu Main Family, an S-Rank Talent would only appear once every few years. If Lin He indeed had value for cultivation, the Main Family wouldn't mind opening up higher-level resources to him.

The Grandmaster Guard next to him asked in a low voice, "Young Master, how is this Lin He?"

"Put him on the Observation List for now." Lin Xuancelooked at the Six-Color Thunder Prison on the screen, "Although his Realm is a bit low, his combat awareness is decent. We'll see how he does later."

This was the first time he truly paid attention to Lin He.

Half an hour later, the second match of the first round began.

Lin Chuan walked into the waiting tunnel.

This was his first-round match.

Lin Sanshan, opposite him, was fully prepared.

He was 24 years old, a Tier 8 Martial Artist, and possessed the B-Rank Skin-Rock Battle Body.

Three days ago, Lin Rongchang spent 36 million yuan to fuse a Tier 3 Anti-Poison Stone Lizard Monster Core for him.

The pre-match test results were also projected directly onto the livestream screen.

[Toxin Resistance: 83%!]

[Skin Erosion Resistance: 88%!]

[Monster Core Fusion Degree: 92%!]

Seeing the final data, Lin Sanshan clearly gained a bit more confidence.

Standing in front of the interview camera, he made no secret of his judgment: "Lin Chuan was able to kill a Tier 3 Magical Beast mainly by relying on poison.

For this match, I have already raised my toxin resistance to eighty-three percent.

Today, I will let everyone see how much strength he has left without his poison."

This statement was not without basis.

An 83% toxin resistance was enough to weaken ordinary toxins to less than 20% of their original strength. Lin Sanshan's Realm was also significantly higher than what was in Lin Chuan's public profile, so no matter how one looked at it, he stood a fighting chance.

The two walked onto the arena. Seeing Lin Chuan empty-handed, Lin Sanshan couldn't help but ask, "You didn't prepare a weapon?"

Lin Chuan rotated his shoulders and smiled, saying, "I don't need one to deal with you for now."

Lin Sanshan sneered, "You really know how to boast!"

The referee stepped off the arena, and the protective barrier rose accordingly: "Match start!"

Grayish-brown rock patterns rapidly spread outward from Lin Sanshan's chest, forming a three-centimeter-thick layer of rock-like armor plates on the surface of his skin.

Once his talent was activated, his weight directly increased to 320 kilograms. Every time his feet landed, they left shallow pits on the ground.

Lin Sanshan did not charge blindly.

He had watched the video of Lin Chuan using the Four-Armed King Fist and knew that the four True Qi arms could attack simultaneously from the sides and the back. Thus, he lowered his center of gravity, protected his head and neck with his arms, and kept his back close to the edge of the arena, leaving no space for Lin Chuan to surround him.

This was a correct choice.

In the next second, four white True Qi arms unfolded from behind Lin Chuan.

There was no eerie green poison power, nor was there any poison mist. The toxin detector next to the judges' seats showed no fluctuations whatsoever.

[Toxin Concentration: Zero!]

Lin Sanshan's eyes lit up. Exerting force with both legs, his 320-kilogram body lunged along the edge of the arena toward Lin Chuan.

Wearing Alloy Brass Knuckles, his right fist shot from bottom to top, aiming straight for Lin Chuan's chin, with instantaneous power reaching 2.7 tons.

Lin Chuan did not take it head-on. Two of his True Qi arms pressed down simultaneously, one locking the wrist and the other bracing against the elbow joint.

Lin Sanshan's fist was forced to change direction, brushing past Lin Chuan's ear and striking the protective barrier behind him, causing a ripple to spread.

Lin Sanshan immediately pulled his arm back and rammed forward with his left shoulder, attempting to use his weight to force Lin Chuan back.

However, Lin Chuan's other two True Qi arms had already come down from the sides, striking both shoulder armors simultaneously and leaving two distinct shallow pits on the rock-like armor plates.

The rock armor did not break.

Confirming that his defense could withstand the attack, Lin Sanshan immediately backhanded a grab at one of the True Qi arms.

But just as his fingers closed, Lin Chuan had already closed the distance. His physical fists, combined with the four True Qi arms, launched an attack simultaneously.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

The dense sound of punches instantly merged into a single continuous roar.

Lin Sanshan was beaten backward repeatedly, while his Skin-Rock Battle Body continuously thickened, attempting to repair the damaged areas.

But just as each new layer of armor formed, the next punch had already landed.

Only now did Lin Sanshan truly realize the problem.

Without relying on poison, Lin Chuan was not someone he could handle just with the Four-Armed King Fist alone.

Crack!

The armor plate on his left shoulder shattered first, and large spiderweb-like cracks also appeared on his chest rock armor.

Lin Sanshan grit his teeth, refusing to continue defending passively.

Knowing that if he retreated two more steps he would be pressed to the edge of the arena, he actively contracted his entire body's armor plates, concentrating all his defense on the front. Then, braving the six fists, he lunged to grab Lin Chuan's waist.

As long as he could secure a close-quarters clinch, the True Qi arms would be thrown into disarray.

This judgment was not wrong.

Lin Sanshan's arms did indeed touch the sides of Lin Chuan's waist. But just as he was about to close his arms, the four True Qi arms suddenly abandoned their offense—two locking his wrists and the other two pressing down on his shoulders, forcefully freezing his movements in mid-air.

Lin Chuan pulled his physical fists back to his waist and then punched out, simultaneously striking the already cracked rock armor on Lin Sanshan's chest.

Bang!

A single punch pierced through the outer armor plate, and Lin Sanshan's chest instantly felt tight.

Before he could catch his breath, the second punch landed on the exact same spot. The remaining rock armor collapsed inward, and he was struck so hard his feet left the ground, flying backward.

Lin Chuan exerted force with his feet and appeared at the landing spot ahead of time.

Four True Qi arms came down from above simultaneously, locking onto Lin Sanshan's arms, and slammed him viciously against the arena floor like Hulk slamming Loki.

Boom!

The arena vibrated violently, and a large amount of debris splattered in all directions.

Lin Sanshan was embedded entirely into the arena.

The four True Qi arms stopped right above his head, the rock armor on his chest completely shattered.

No matter which punch landed next, it would no longer be armor that got hurt.

The referee immediately cut off the protective barrier and raised his hand to terminate the match.

[Match Time: 35 seconds!]

[Winner: Lin Chuan!]

Lin Sanshan lay in the pit.

He was completely speechless.

He had spent three days researching Lin Chuan's poison and even fused a Tier 3 Anti-Poison Monster Core worth 36 million yuan. In the end, from the start of the match to its finish, Lin Chuan hadn't used poison even once.

Medical personnel carried Lin Sanshan out of the arena.

Many people on-site looked at the toxin resistance test report on the big screen again, suddenly feeling that the eighty-three percent was somewhat useless!

Standing to the side, Lin Chuan looked at the carried-away Lin Sanshan and offered some sincere comfort: "Your toxin resistance training is indeed quite good. Next time, practice your beating resistance, and you'll be well-rounded."

Lin Sanshan closed his eyes, really not wanting to pay him any mind.

In the spectator stands, Lin Xuance sat up straight for the first time.

The Peak stage of the Four-Armed King Fist, terrifying strength, and body control capabilities.

This Lin Chuan was indeed not simple either!

The Grandmaster Guard lowered his voice and asked, "What about this Lin Chuan? Should he be put on the Observation List?"

"A bit unexpected, but not to that extent yet." Lin Xuanceleaned back in his seat again, his tone still flat, "His True Qiarms can shatter rock armor, but it's impossible for them to break through my Xuanjin Battle Bone."

"In Haicheng, he indeed counts as a Genius, but in Longdu, he is still far from it."

He still had the confidence to look down on Lin Chuan.

The hardness of an A-Rank Xuanjin Battle Bone was far superior to the Skin-Rock Battle Body. Lin Chuan's fighting style just now might not be replicable on him.

On the other side of the arena, Gu Shanhe looked at the real-time changing odds, smiling so wide his mouth couldn't close.

Lin Chuan's championship odds had already dropped from 2.1 to 1.42, while their 80 million yuan bet had long since locked in the original high odds.

As long as Lin Chuan ultimately won the championship, they would get back 168 million yuan.

"Young Master, keep working hard, we are going to make a fortune this time."

Walking off the arena, Lin Chuan casually took his coat from a staff member, "Grandpa Gu, just wait to count the money."

On-site, those participants who had prepared anti-poison equipment in advance could no longer laugh.

Ten minutes later, orders for three Anti-Poison Potioncompanies in Haicheng began to be canceled in bulk.

Chapter 47: Lin He: "Clearly we knew each other first!"

After all matches of the first round concluded, the Lin Clanclan assembly did not immediately announce the list of the top eight.

Because there was no top-eight knockout tournament to begin with.

The sixteen advancing participants would be re-divided into four groups, with four people in each group, to conduct a three-round round-robin battle.

Winning a match accumulated three points, while a draw accumulated one point; after the three rounds concluded, only the group leader could enter the semi-finals.

In other words, although the top sixteen looked crowded, only four could truly continue moving forward.

The Clan Elder stood in the center of the ring and continued to announce: "All contestants who enter the semi-finals will obtain the qualification to enter the Clancore treasury once, freely choosing a Tier-3 treasure."

"The higher the final ranking, the larger the open area of the treasury would be."

As soon as these words came out, the remaining sixteen people all turned serious.

The Haicheng Lin Family core treasury was by no means an ordinary martial armory on the outside.

Inside there were not only Tier-3 weapons, monster cores, and Cultivation potions, but it also preserved special treasures collected by several generations of the Haicheng Lin Family.

Some items placed on the market could simply not be bought just with money.

Lin Chuan also grew interested.

He had just finished buying the poison bead and six magic sabers, and his account balance had already been beaten into critical condition.

If he could get a free item from the Clan treasury, it would just happen to stop the bleeding for his wallet.

Soon, the grouping results appeared on the central screen.

[Group One: Lin Chuan, Lin Yue, Lin Gang, Lin Chengye!]

Seeing this list, an uproar instantly sounded from the spectator stands.

Lin Yue was a speed-type Martial Artist, most proficient in short-distance explosive power.

Lin Gang had Cultivated hard-body cultivation techniques for over ten years; purely speaking of physical strength, he was even a notch higher than the previous Lin Sanshan.

As for Lin Chengye, although his talent was only C-rank, he held a Tier-3 alloy long spear in his hand, and he had practiced spear techniques in the border defense reserves for three years.

All three people were adult Martial Artists.

The directions they excelled in were also completely different.

One was fast, one was hard, and one had long reach.

On the other hand, looking at the other groups, most had one or two young contestants who had just become adults.

The first group where Lin Chuan was located obviously became the most fiercely competitive group among the four groups.

Someone in the live broadcast room had already given it a name.

The Group of Death.

Lin Chuan did not feel there was any problem.

Looking at the data of the three people, he instead felt the arrangement was quite reasonable.

Speed, hard-body, long weapon—not a single one was repeated.

Exactly what was returned was also all good!

On the other side of the spectator stands, Lin Rongchangand several other clan Elders supporting Lin He revealed satisfied expressions.

"Lin Yue can force him to pursue with full effort and drain his stamina."

"Lin Gang can consume his True Qi, and Lin Chengye's long spear is precisely what restrains close-combat Martial Artists most."

An Elder lowered his voice and said: "All three round-robin battles are scheduled for tomorrow. Even if there is a break between each match, it is impossible for him to fully recover."

"It is best to let him get injured in the very first match."

Lin Rongchang stared at the list on the screen and slowly said: "Lin Chuan's explosive power is indeed strong, but his body is not made of iron.

After fighting three matches, even if he can manage to get first place in the group, he might not necessarily have any combat strength left for the subsequent semi-finals."

They did not expect Lin Yue and the other two to necessarily eliminate Lin Chuan.

As long as they forced out his trump cards, ground away his True Qi, and made him enter the semi-finals with injuries, they would have already achieved their goal.

After the grouping concluded, that day's matches also temporarily came to an end.

On the morning of the second day, the Lin Clan martial arts arena opened once again.

Because the first round of matches successively featured scenes such as Lin He defeating Lin Haiyue across six levels, and Lin Chuan smashing the Skin-Rock Battle Bodywithout poison, the people who rushed over to watch on the second day were nearly double compared to yesterday.

The seats at the venue were sold out early.

The number of viewers in the live broadcast room also broke 1.6 million, and the bullet comments had not stopped since before the match started.

The other three major families of Haicheng had all sent people over.

On the surface, they claimed to congratulate the Lin Clanon holding the clan competition, but in reality, they just wanted to see how much strength the younger generation of the Lin Clan truly had.

Aside from the local forces of Haicheng, there were also quite a few Clan representatives from surrounding small cities in the spectator stands.

These small families had limited resources, and the strongest person within the clan was usually only a Grandmaster, or even just a high-level Martial Master.

Wanting to continue developing, the simplest method was to attach themselves to a major Clan like Haicheng that controlled a large amount of industries and resource channels.

Yet attaching to whom was also a field of study.

A Clan having money now did not mean they would still have money twenty years later.

But as long as a true Genius could emerge within the Clan, breaking through to a Grandmaster or Martial King in the future would be enough to shelter the entire Clan for decades, or even a century.

"Do not rush to show your stance first." A small-city Clanhead looked toward the direction of the ring and said in a low voice, "After all, Lin Xuance is a person from the Longdu Main Family. No matter how strong he is, he might not necessarily stay in Haicheng."

The person beside him nodded.

"Therefore, we must look at Lin Chuan and Lin He."

"As long as one of these two people can grow up, the Haicheng Lin Family will not decline for the next few decades.

Relying on them now, there is still a chance. Once they truly become Martial Kings, we would even need to make an appointment just to enter their door."

All parties were observing.

The Lin Clan's young Clan head selection this time was no longer as simple as just the younger generation fighting for a position.

Whoever could win would even affect the power choices around Haicheng in the next few years.

Half an hour before the match started, contestants entered the rest area one after another.

Lin He had just finished his physical examination when he saw Ye Qinghe carrying a silver-white medicine box walking over from the passageway entrance.

The medicine box was not small; inside it were neatly placed over a dozen recovery potions, along with hemostatic spray, True Qi stabilizers, and bone repair needles.

Judging by the specifications, it was worth at least several million yuan.

Lin He immediately went up to greet her, a smile appearing on his face: "Qinghe, why did you come?"

Ye Qinghe stopped her footsteps and glanced at him.

"Delivering medicine."

"I also happen to have a match this afternoon." Lin Helooked toward the medicine box in her hand, "Are there any True Qi recovery ones in here?"

"There are."

Just as Lin He wanted to continue speaking, Ye Qingheadded another sentence: "However, they are not for you.

Senior Yue brought a lightning-type healer, and the Lin Clan also arranged a three-person medical team for you; you have no use for my medicine."

After she finished speaking, she bypassed Lin He and continued walking deeper into the rest area.

Lin He stood in place, the smile on his face stiffening slightly.

In the past, although Ye Qinghe could not be considered enthusiastic toward him, at least she would not be this cold.

Now that he took the initiative to greet her, the other party did not even have the intention to say a few more words.

Furthermore, if that entire box of medicine was not for him, who else could it be for?

The answer soon appeared.

Ye Qinghe walked to the innermost lounge and directly placed the medicine box in front of Lin Chuan.

"Extend your hand."

Lin Chuan looked at her—her pretty face, tender white calves, her entire body overflowing with an aura of youth and vitality.

"Left hand or right hand?"

"The one that hits people."

"I hit with six hands together, your request here is a bit difficult for a person."

Ye Qinghe looked at Lin Chuan for a moment.

Lin Chuan honestly handed over his right hand.

"This one is used the most."

Ye Qinghe grasped his wrist, checked his bones and meridians with True Qi, and only after confirming there were no hidden injuries did her expression soften a bit.

"You have to fight three matches in a while.

Lin Yue is fast, Lin Gang excels at hard-on-hard collisions, and Lin Chengye's long spear restrains your fists. Do not think that winning against Lin Sanshan means you can mess around."

Lin Chuan opened the medicine box and took a look: "Are these all for me?"

"Take them according to your injuries."

"With our relationship, can't I just pack all of them directly?"

Ye Qinghe closed the medicine box again: "You and I, what kind of relationship is that?"

Lin Chuan thought about it: "What kind of relationship do you want?"

Lin Chuan counter-questioned, and Ye Qinghe instantly retreated two steps with some shyness.

That feeling was like a little white rabbit encountering a big bad wolf.

"A creditor relationship, you owe it to me."

Lin Chuan smiled: "A person like me has always only owed and never repaid."

Ye Qinghe was amused to anger, took out a True Qirecovery agent from the medicine box, and tossed it to him: "Take it first.

Use it only when True Qi consumption exceeds fifty percent; drinking it in advance is a waste."

Lin Chuan caught the potion and casually shoved it into his pocket.

"Are there any more?"

"There are."

"Then give me two more."

"One is two hundred thousand; sign the IOU first."

"How can it be so expensive? To be blunt, your Clan is a pure rip-off shop."

"Your Clan is the rip-off shop."

Ye Qinghe smiled and pinched Lin Chuan. Looking from afar, the two of them seemed to be flirting.

At the entrance of the lounge, half of Lin He's body was hidden behind the door with a gloomy expression, seeing this scene clearly.

Ye Qinghe not only specially delivered a box of medicine to Lin Chuan, but she also personally examined his body, and even prepared a large pile of expensive potions in advance.

That appearance was almost no different from Lin Chuan's exclusive doctor.

Lin He clenched his fists, six kinds of lightning radiance flashing successively between his fingers.

"Why?"

"Why is this! Clearly I knew her first!"

"Son of a bitch Lin Chuan!"

Right at this moment, the rest area broadcast sounded.

[Group One round-robin battle is about to begin!]

[Match One: Lin Chuan versus Lin Yue!]

[Please, contestants from both sides, enter the waiting passageway!]

Lin Chuan stood up and put away the recovery potion.

Ye Qinghe also locked the medicine box again: "Lin Yue is very fast, don't let him circle around to your back."

"Rest assured."

Lin Chuan moved his shoulders a bit and walked out toward the passageway.

"No matter how fast he is, it is impossible for him to be faster than me."

Chapter 48: Advancing to the Semi-finals

Lin Chuan and Lin Yue entered the stage from opposite ends of the arena.

Lin Yue did not carry any weapons, and his competition uniform had also been changed to the lightest form-fitting style.

He had been soaking in the gravity training room for the past few days, and the muscles on his two legs were obviously a circle tighter and firmer.

Seeing Lin Chuan step onto the stage empty-handed, he did not underestimate him; instead, he actively opened up a distance of thirty meters.

Lin Sanshan was the lesson from the past.

Lin Chuan's four True Qi arms had almost no blind spots once close. Whether clashing head-on or engaging in close-quarters grappling, one would be greeted by six fists simultaneously.

Lin Yue's tactics were very clear.

Maintain distance, move quickly, and look for opportunities from the flank.

As long as he was not surrounded by the four True Qiarms, no matter how strong Lin Chuan's strength was, it would be useless.

"The match begins!"

The moment the referee's voice fell, Lin Yue had already disappeared from his spot.

His body moved rapidly along the edge of the arena, and every time his feet landed, they only left a faint footprint on the ground. After changing direction three consecutive times, his speed had already increased to seventy-three meters per second.

In the live broadcast footage, even three afterimages appeared simultaneously.

Lin Yue did not attack directly.

He first circled around Lin Chuan for half a circle, confirming that the coverage range of the four True Qi arms was only about six meters, before suddenly turning back and cutting in from Lin Chuan's left rear.

This angle precisely avoided three True Qi arms.

As long as he went forward two more meters, his right leg could kick Lin Chuan's lower back.

But just as Lin Yue was about to exert force, a low thunder roar suddenly sounded from beneath Lin Chuan's feet.

Swoosh!

Lin Chuan did not use Purple Heaven Divine Thunder.

He simply used the Thunder Flash Step Martial Technique.

He was too fast, directly blocking Lin Yue.

Lin Yue was startled in his heart and hurriedly changed direction.

Lin Yue went left.

Lin Chuan also went left.

Lin Yue retreated backward.

Lin Chuan blocked the retreat path half a step in advance.

The two sides continuously changed positions, and Lin Chuan seized the opportunity.

Bang!

A kick was lashed out.

Lin Yue's entire body slid more than ten meters along the arena, and only when his head was left with half a meter from the edge was he lifted back up by Lin Chuan.

The four True Qi arms had already sealed his limbs.

Lin Yue struggled twice and found that he couldn't exert force at all, so he could only speak out, "I concede."

[Match Duration: 9.6 seconds!]

[Winner: Lin Chuan!]

Lin Yue was put back on the ground, and the look he cast at Lin Chuan was still somewhat difficult to understand.

"What you used just now was Thunder Flash Step?"

"Consider it so."

"You're a poison-type Martial Artist, why do you know a thunder-type movement technique?"

"If I'm not well-rounded, how can I become the young Clanhead."

Lin Yue opened his mouth, but in the end still did not continue asking.

This was no longer a matter of being well-rounded.

Lin Chuan's three consecutive direction changes just now wasted almost no power. Solely judging by the control over the rhythm of the footwork, it had already far surpassed the Minor Achievement level.

Beside the referee's stand, Thunder King Yue Jingleisimilarly stared at the slow-motion footage for a long time.

Others could only see that Lin Chuan was fast.

But he could clearly see that every position where Lin Chuan's True Qi erupted was the most core operational node of Thunder Flash Step. There were even two turning movements that were smoother than the public version of the Thunder Association.

It was as if what Lin Chuan mastered was an even more Advanced Thunder Flash Step.

Thunder King Yue Jinglei turned his head to look at Pei Wubing.

"Did you teach this?"

Pei Wubing did not reply.

He had not been teaching Lin Chuan poison arts for long; how could he have time to study Thunder Flash Step?

Moreover, he was a poison Martial King; if he could really teach a thunder-type movement technique to this extent, what kind of Poison King would he be? He might as well change his name to All-King.

Pei Wubing sucked on his teeth, looking at Lin Chuanwalking down from the arena, a deeply absurd thought arising in his heart for the first time.

Could this brat be one of those reincarnated Immortal Emperors written about in novels?

Otherwise, how could anything that fell into his hands feel like it had been practiced for decades after just a few days of training!

Lin He in the spectator seats was even more stunned for half a day, unable to recover his senses.

Thunder Flash Step was the movement technique personally passed down to him by Thunder King Yue Jinglei.

He had used a massive amount of thunder-type resources and continuously Cultivated in the high-pressure training room before barely reaching Minor Achievement.

Yet the footwork Lin Chuan used just now was faster than his and more stable than his.

It was as if it had already reached Great Mastery!

Where did he even find the time to cultivation!

Damn it!

"How could Big Brother know Thunder Flash Step?"

Lin He stared at Lin Chuan's back, his face filled with puzzlement.

Could it be that Lin Chuan had peeked when Thunder King Yue Jinglei was teaching him before?

But this was an internal Martial Technique of the Thunder Association. Without the corresponding True Qi circulation diagram, matching breathing method, and meditation method, even standing beside it and watching a hundred times would only allow one to learn a few movements.

One hour later, Lin Chuan welcomed his second opponent.

Lin Gang.

He was close to two meters tall and weighed over 150 kilograms. After going on stage, he stood directly in the center.

"My speed is not as good as Lin Yue's, nor will I play those illusory tricks with you."

Lin Gang clashed his two fists together in front of his chest, and his skin rapidly turned dark red.

"Let's fight head-on."

Lin Chuan nodded, "Alright."

As soon as the referee announced the start, Lin Gangstepped forward.

Two fists slammed toward Lin Chuan's chest simultaneously.

Four True Qi arms unfolded from behind Lin Chuan, two of which met the fists, while the other two smashed toward Lin Gang's shoulders respectively.

Four muffled sounds appeared almost simultaneously.

Lin Gang's body swayed slightly.

He had Cultivated external-training cultivation techniques for ten years, and his bones, skin, and muscles had all been reinforced multiple times through medicinal baths.

Lin Chuan's True Qi fists smashed onto his shoulders, leaving only two light red fist prints.

Confirming that he could withstand it, Lin Gangimmediately abandoned defense and raised his right knee to ram into Lin Chuan's abdomen.

Lin Chuan sidestepped to avoid it.

Lin Gang's right elbow closely followed with a horizontal sweep, precisely smashing onto one of the True Qi arms. The overbearing strength transmitted along the arm caused Lin Chuan's shoulders to tremble slightly.

"Your external training is stronger than Lin Sanshan's."

Lin Gang grinned, "I didn't spend money buying anti-poison monster cores; all my money was smashed into my body."

"This money was spent worthily."

As soon as Lin Chuan's voice fell, all six fists were retracted simultaneously.

Lin Gang immediately protected his head, neck, and chest.

He had already prepared to take consecutive attacks head-on.

"Your strength is not enough!"

"Is that so?"

Lin Chuan smiled faintly, slightly employing a trace of Purple Heaven Divine Thunder's power.

Under the infusion of thunder power, his strength surged by two times.

Against a clansman like Lin Gang, it was impossible for Lin Chuan to use ten times the strength, or it would blast him apart.

But even with two times the strength, it was still quite terrifying.

Boom!

The first fist fell, and Lin Gang felt as if he had been hit by a heavy truck; the Qi and blood in his body churned violently.

Before he even had time to adjust his breathing, the second fist had already slammed in.

Bang!

"Ugh!" Lin Gang was dazed. The magnitude of strength this brat displayed today was almost two to three times that of his duel with Lin Sanshan yesterday.

In other words, in other words, yesterday he hadn't even used half of his strength.

Then what was the point of him studying his combat recordings?

"I won't lose! I have never lost!"

Lin Gang's external-training skin and membrane hadn't broken; enduring the pain with blood flowing from his mouth, he gritted his teeth and let out an angry roar.

Lin Chuan did not give him a chance to regain his footing.

It was simply a straightforward straight punch.

Boom!

This time.

Lin Gang could no longer hold on; his legs went weak, and a single knee smashed onto the arena.

After checking his state, the referee directly announced the end of the match.

[Match Duration: 13.2 seconds!]

[Winner: Lin Chuan!]

The medical personnel helped Lin Gang up.

"He's not dead, just briefly passed out."

Lin Chuan moved his fists around and walked off the stage.

Today, the feeling Lin Chuan gave people was far too oppressive; even Lin He, who possessed an S-Rank Talent, was inferior to him.

Yet he was only a C-rank at the very beginning; how could the poison body's strength be so great!

"Old master, exactly what kind of foundation did you leave him! Bastard!"

The expressions of Lin Rongchang and the others were no longer as relaxed as before.

They couldn't figure out what Lin Chuan's grandfather had actually left him.

Was it One Piece!

They originally wanted to use the three round-robin matches to wear Lin Chuan down.

As a result, the first two matches combined didn't even add up to thirty seconds.

Incredible!

Let alone getting injured, Lin Chuan hadn't even taken out the recovery potion given to him by Ye Qinghe.

At 3:00 PM, the final match of the first group began.

Lin Chengye walked onto the arena carrying a 2.4-meter-long black alloy spear.

After overnight modifications, twelve silver inscribed patterns had appeared on the spear body.

After True Qi was injected, all the inscribed patterns lit up simultaneously, and a circle of subtle distortion also appeared in the air around the spear tip.

[Tier 3 Qi-Breaking Inscribed Pattern!]

[Effect: Accelerate the shattering and dispersing of True Qi condensates!]

In order to install this set of inscribed patterns, Lin Chengye had spent a full 12 million yuan.

Having watched Lin Chuan's first two matches with his own eyes, he was well aware that an ordinary spear would find it difficult to break through the blockade of the four True Qi arms.

Only by first crippling the Four-Armed King Fist would he have a chance to win.

The referee announced the start of the match.

Lin Chengye did not rush to charge; instead, he gripped the spear with both hands, maintaining an eight-meter distance from Lin Chuan at all times.

The moment Lin Chuan took a step forward, the spear tip already flickered with three flashes of cold light, pointing directly at his glabella, throat, and chest respectively.

The four True Qi arms reached out simultaneously.

The moment one of them touched the spear shaft, twelve Qi-breaking inscriptions suddenly lit up.

Crack!

Large cracks appeared on the surface of the white True Qiarm, and the next moment it shattered on the spot.

The other three arms attempted to grab the spear shaft from the side, but the Qi-breaking power diffused along the entire length of the spear, causing dense cracks to appear on their surfaces as soon as they made contact.

Lin Chuan immediately retreated backwards.

All four True Qi arms were damaged!

The audience at the scene instantly perked up.

Seizing the opportunity, Lin Chengye thrust his hands forward, sending the spear tip across the eight-meter distance to pierce straight at Lin Chuan's left shoulder.

Lin Chuan sidestepped to dodge, but the spear edge still grazed his sleeve, leaving a faint bloodstain on his shoulder.

This was the first time Lin Chuan had truly been injured since participating in the Clan tournament.

"The Qi-breaking inscriptions precisely counter the True Qiarms!"

"Without the Four-Armed King Fist, Lin Chuan's close-combat advantage is gone."

"As long as Lin Chengye maintains his distance, he really has a chance in this match!"

"Damn, could Lin Chengye be a dark horse?"

Discussions in the livestream chat increased rapidly.

Lin Nan couldn't help but sit forward a bit more.

After three rounds of the round-robin battles, someone had finally found Lin Chuan's weakness.

Lin He was likewise staring intently at the arena.

Lin Chuan's strongest public means were poison and the Four-Armed King Fist.

It was difficult for poison to pierce through the curtain of spears formed by the Qi-breaking inscriptions, and the four True Qi arms would be directly shattered by the long spear.

As long as he couldn't get close, more than half of this match was already lost.

Lin Chengye evidently thought so as well.

He did not rashly pursue despite having the upper hand; instead, he steadily controlled the eight-meter distance, using his long spear to block Lin Chuan's route whenever he stepped forward.

After seven consecutive thrusts, Lin Chuan had been forced to the edge of the arena.

"Lin Chuan, you can't get in."

Lin Chengye raised his spear tip once again.

"Surrender."

Lin Chuan lowered his head to glance at the bloodstain on his shoulder, then suddenly reached for his waist.

A third-rank Demonic Blade, eighteen centimeters long, was grasped in his right hand.

This was one of the six Demonic Blades he had purchased.

There was no telekinetic control.

Lin Chuan simply treated it as an ordinary short blade.

Seeing this, Lin Chengye furrowed his brow slightly.

"You want to use such a short blade to block my spear?"

"Who said I was going to block it?"

Lin Chuan reversed his grip on the hilt and moved forward once more.

Lin Chengye did not hesitate, thrusting his spear straight at the chest. Lin Chuan swerved his body to the left, pressing the Demonic Blade against the spear shaft in an attempt to approach along the outer side.

Lin Chengye immediately retracted his spear, taking advantage of the momentum to sweep horizontally with the spear tail.

Bang!

Lin Chuan blocked it with his left arm and was forced back two meters on the spot.

In this round of exchange, Lin Chengye did not make a single mistake.

Once someone closed in on a long spear, immediately using the spear tail to widen the distance was the most basic and practical countermeasure in border-defense spear arts.

But Lin Chuan already knew the rhythm of his spear retrieval.

Lin Chengye had performed eight thousand thrusting training sessions every day for the past few days; his force-exertion habits, spear-retrieval movements, and close-combat responses had long since been reflected onto Lin Chuan hundreds of times over through the System.

In other words, Lin Chuan's spear arts were not weak either.

Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will never be defeated in a hundred battles.

During the second attack, Lin Chuan deliberately re-condensed a True Qi arm, grabbing at the spear shaft from the right side.

True to form, Lin Chengye poured True Qi into the Qi-breaking inscriptions, shattering the True Qi arm with a single thrust.

The long spear had fully thrust out.

Just at the moment he prepared to retract the spear, Lin Chuan suddenly exerted force with his feet.

His body control had reached near perfection as he took two steps forward, clinging closely to the spear shaft.

The eight-meter distance was directly shortened to one meter!

Lin Chengye reacted extremely quickly, immediately loosening his front hand and preparing to shorten his grip on the spear to attack Lin Chuan's chest with the spear tail.

But Lin Chuan's Demonic Blade had already pressed against the spear shaft and flicked upward.

The short blade did not forcefully block the power of the long spear; it merely deflected the spear tail upward by half a chi.

Just by that half chi, the spear tail grazed past Lin Chuan's shoulder.

Lin Chuan grabbed Lin Chengye's wrist with his left hand and slammed his right shoulder forward, directly squeezing into the close-quarters zone where the long spear could not exert force.

Lin Chengye wanted to retreat further, but the Demonic Blade was already resting right in front of his throat.

The blade tip was only two centimeters away from his skin.

The arena fell completely silent.

Confirming that Lin Chengye could not escape, the referee immediately raised a hand.

"Match over!"

[Match Duration: 58 seconds!]

[Group 1 Points Leader: Lin Chuan!]

[Three consecutive wins, advancing to the semi-finals!]

Lin Chuan withdrew his Demonic Blade and glanced back at the four True Qi arms that were slowly dissipating.

The Qi-breaking inscriptions were indeed effective.

If Lin Chengye's Realm were slightly higher, or if the long spear's attack range were slightly larger, closing in would not have been so easy for him.

However, this battle also helped him confirm one thing.

Having his four arms broken did not mean he lacked hands of his own.

In the spectator seats, the gaze Lin Xuance directed at Lin Chuan grew truly earnest for the first time.

Movement technique, fist strength, short weapons.

In three consecutive matches, Lin Chuan had used three completely different fighting styles.

What was more important was that, up until now, he still seemed not to have used his trump cards.

This youth from the Haicheng branch Clan likely had hidden far more than what he had displayed publicly.

At six o'clock in the afternoon, the matches for the other three groups also came to an end.

Lin Xuance won all three of his matches.

Suppressing his Realm to the ninth layer of the Martial Artist Realm, still no opponent was able to force him to use a second Martial Technique.

Lin He similarly secured three victories; once the Six-Color Thunder Prison took form, ordinary Martial Artists were utterly incapable of breaking through it head-on.

The final person to advance was Lin Qi.

In his three matches, he used the Wind Blade spell, Earth-Binding spell, and Body-Protection Incantation respectively, all of which were conventional spells publicly circulated throughout Daxia.

Yet his spellcasting speed was shockingly fast.

spells that took ordinary Spell Cultivators two to three seconds to complete took him at most half a second. His three opponents didn't even get to touch a corner of his clothing before they were forced off the arena by a continuous stream of spells.

After the matches ended, several Lin Clan elders immediately swarmed over.

"Lin Qi, you have been cultivating outside all these years; you probably haven't joined any other factions yet, right?"

"As long as you are willing to enter my lineage, cultivation resources, properties, and positions are all open for discussion."

Facing everyone's recruitment offers, Lin Qi's face did not show any surprise.

He just listened quietly, then gave a slight nod.

"I will consider it."

His voice was flat.

Watching Lin Qi from afar, Lin Xuance also gained a hint of interest in his eyes.

"To think a Haicheng branch Clan would produce such a spell-cultivation talent."

He said to the guard beside him: "Pull up his complete profile. After the Clan tournament concludes, if there are no issues with his background, you can give him a chance to enter the Main Family's spell hall."

The central screen soon announced the final roster.

[Advancing to the semi-finals: Lin Chuan, Lin He, Lin Xuance, Lin Qi!]

[The four advancers acquire the qualification to enter the Clan's core treasury to select treasures!]

[The semi-finals will take place tomorrow morning!]

Immediately afterward, the computer completed the random pairings.

[Semi-final Match 1: Lin Chuan versus Lin Qi!]

[Semi-final Match 2: Lin He versus Lin Xuance!]

Seeing the pairings for the second match, the joy on Lin Nan's face instantly vanished.

Although Lin Xuance would suppress his Realm to the ninth layer of the Martial Artist Realm, his body was still at the Grandmaster level, accompanied by an A-Rank Xuanjin Battle Bone.

For Lin He to win, the difficulty was far greater than all previous matches combined.

"Xiao He," Lin Nan couldn't help reminding him, "tomorrow, if the situation doesn't look right, don't push yourself blindly. Lin Xuance is a Main Family Genius, so losing to him isn't shameful. Our Qi Fortune is simply too terrible; there's nothing we can do about it."

Looking at the names on the screen, Lin He lit up six types of lightning radiance from his fingertips.

"Dad, the match hasn't been fought yet."

"Who wins and who loses—it's still too early to say."

He paused for a moment, his gaze sweeping past Lin Xuance before finally falling upon Lin Chuan.

"This time, I will win everything."

Chapter 49: Able to Conjure Lightning Openly From Now On

The next morning, the four people who entered the semifinals obtained the qualification to enter the core treasury of the Lin Clan.

The rules were very simple.

Each person could only choose one treasure, and the highest Level could not exceed Tier 3.

Once a treasure left the display case, it would be considered as the final choice and could not be replaced afterward.

When Lin Chuan, Lin He, Lin Xuance, and Lin Qi rushed to the ancestral hall, Lin Nan, Lin Rongchang, and several clan elders were all there.

After verifying their identities, the clan elder in charge of guarding the treasury raised his hand to open the alloy heavy door leading underground.

"Do not touch things randomly after going in. Whatever you take a fancy to, read the display case data first and make sure it suits you before taking it."

Lin Chuan followed the others inward and asked casually, "What if we find it is not useful after taking it out?"

The treasury-guarding clan elder did not even look back.

"You can choose to sell it."

"The Clan treasury is not a shopping mall; there is no seven-day unconditional return policy."

The underground passage extended downward for more than forty meters.

At the very bottom layer, there were three more alloy doors, and each one required identity verification by a different clan elder.

After the last door opened, rich Spiritual Qi rushed towards them.

The interior of the treasury was much larger than Lin Chuan had imagined.

Weapons, monster cores, potions, Magical Artifacts, and special materials were stored separately in different areas.

Every display case had independent protection, and the treasure name, Level, and functions were also marked next to it.

"You have one hour."

The treasury-guarding clan elder glanced at the time.

"Come out once you have chosen, do not spend the night inside."

After the four entered the treasury, Lin He went straight to the weapon area.

He had clearly done his homework in advance and did not waste time in front of other equipment.

After walking past two rows of display cases, he stopped directly in front of a pair of silver-blue gloves.

A large number of thunder-type spiritual patterns were distributed on the surface of the gloves.

As soon as Lin He pressed his palm against the display case, the relevant information appeared on the electronic screen.

[Tier 3 Peak Weapon: thunder pattern gloves!]

[Thunder-type spell power amplification: forty percent!]

[Thunder-type Martial Technique True Qi consumption reduction: twenty-five percent!]

Lin Nan walked over, took a glance, and immediately spoke, "There is no need to look further back; this pair of gloves suits you perfectly."

Lin He did not take it immediately.

"There are a few more thunder-type equipment further back, I want to compare them first."

"Weapons emphasize suitability, not the more expensive the better."

Lin Nan turned down a page of the data, "It can simultaneously reduce consumption and increase spellpower. What your thunder-type Martial Techniques lack the most is precisely this."

Lin He looked at it a few more times and finally nodded.

"Alright, Dad, then I will choose it."

Seeing that Lin He listened to him, Lin Nan instantly felt that his authority had been maintained, and his mood became good.

After the display case opened, Lin He directly put on the thunder pattern gloves.

Six types of lightning light flowed rapidly along the spiritual patterns on the gloves, finally gathering in the palm.

Lin He only released a little bit of power, and the lightning light became much denser than usual.

Lin Nan was very satisfied.

"Xiao He, although you are an S-Rank Talent, your True Qireserves far exceed ordinary people, but the thunder type consumes too much energy. Now that you have these gloves, you do not need to hold back in the subsequent matches."

Lin He clenched his fists.

"I know."

Then he glanced sideways at Lin Chuan, his eyes full of hostility.

Lin Chuan was very gratified by this.

What a peerless good younger brother!

As soon as he got the equipment, he wanted to become stronger to take revenge on himself.

If he went back and practiced for a few more hours, tonight's performance definitely would not be bad.

Lin Qi was gloomy, but after entering the Lin Clan treasury, he was also carefully selecting.

He bypassed the monster core and potion areas, stopped in front of a row of Spell Cultivator equipment, and then picked up an earth-yellow round bead.

Spell Cultivators mostly used staves, earth vein dharma beads, and Formation Plates.

They relied on mental perception and spell control, and rarely used close-combat weapons.

What Lin Qi selected was precisely a Tier 3 earth vein dharma bead.

[Tier 3 High-Grade Magical Artifact: earth vein dharma bead!]

[Earth-type spell power amplification: thirty-five percent!]

[Can absorb underground earth-type energy to restore magical power!]

[Earth vein perception range: three hundred meters!]

Lin Rongchang had been secretly observing Lin Qi.

Seeing that he had finished choosing the dharma bead, he took the initiative to walk over.

"You primarily cultivation earth-type spells?"

Lin Qi gripped the earth vein dharma bead into his palm.

"Sort of."

This answer was somewhat vague.

Lin Rongchang did not continue to press, but only said, "Dharma beads require matching spells. If you lack a Inheritance, you can come find me after the match ends."

Lin Qi glanced at him.

"We will talk about it then."

He neither agreed nor refused.

Lin Rongchang instead felt that there was a chance.

Lin Qi had no parents and no support from any clan elders.

As long as he was willing to accept resources, he would naturally lean towards his side in the future.

Both of them had finished choosing.

As for Lin Xuance, he walked back and forth and delayed in making a choice.

The collection in the treasury of the Longdu Main Familywas far from being comparable to that of the Haichengbranch Clan.

He walked from the weapon area to the monster core area, stopping only twice during the period, but did not open any display cases.

Lin Nan followed behind, feeling somewhat uncomfortable.

"Young Shifu Xuance, do you look down on everything in the Haicheng treasury?"

"A few items are okay, but they are not very useful to me."

Lin Xuance spoke very directly.

He had no need to waste this selection opportunity just to take care of Lin Nan's face.

It wasn't until he came to the special materials area that his footsteps suddenly stopped.

In the low-temperature display case in front of him, a dark golden bone marrow crystal was preserved.

Countless tiny golden patterns slowly swam inside the crystal, and every few seconds, they would release a burst of heavy metal-type energy.

"Mystic Gold bone marrow?"

Lin Xuance finally revealed a bit of surprise.

The treasury-guarding clan elder walked over and introduced, "The old Clan head killed a Mystic Gold beast back then and entrusted an Artifact Refiner to refine it. No one in Haicheng awakened a Mystic Gold-type talent, so it has never been used."

"Good stuff."

Lin Xuance opened the display case and took out the Mystic Gold bone marrow.

This Material had the same attribute as his Xuanjin Battle Bone.

Long-term wearing could nourish the bones.

Coupled with special potion absorption, there was also a chance to increase the strength of the Xuanjin Battle Bone.

"The foundation of the Haicheng branch Clan is a bit stronger than I imagined."

Lin Xuance put away the Mystic Gold bone marrow.

Hearing these words, Lin Nan's expression finally looked a bit better.

Although it was only "a bit", at least it was a compliment.

The other three people had already finished their choices.

Yet Lin Chuan was still wandering around the treasury.

His Tier 3 magical saber had just been bought not long ago, so there was no need to replace his spiritual weapon in a short time.

As for poison-type equipment, the Tier 3 poison bead on his body was already enough for use.

Lin Chuan finally came to the auxiliary Magical Artifactarea.

The items in this area had relatively special functions.

Some could hide aura, some could change voices, and some were used to set up small Formations.

In the innermost display case, a black-and-white metal round disc was placed alone.

A very thin layer of dust had fallen on the round disc.

The records next to it showed that this thing had been stored in the treasury for twenty-eight years.

Lin Chuan stopped.

[Tier 3 Supreme Grade Auxiliary Artifact: Liangyi Bagua Plate!]

[Yin and Yang dual slots, can be embedded with a Tier 3 energy artifact each!]

[Can coordinate and fuse two forces of different attributes!]

[Maximum single operation time: sixty seconds!]

Lin Chuan read the data from beginning to end.

The Bagua Plate itself could not release any power.

To make it run, one must first prepare two Tier 3 energy artifacts, and then place them into the Yin and Yang dual slots respectively.

Normal Martial Artists only had one talent.

To fuse two powers that they might not be good at, and additionally purchase two expensive Magical Artifacts, no matter how one calculated it, it was not cost-effective.

Seeing him staring at the Bagua Plate all along, the treasury-guarding clan elder reminded him, "This thing has been placed here for twenty-eight years. Although it is a treasure, its use is really not big!"

Lin Chuan opened the display case.

"This one."

The treasury-guarding clan elder thought he had heard wrong.

"Did you hear what I said just now?"

"I heard it."

Lin Chuan held the Liangyi Bagua Plate in his hand.

"This gadget is a treasure, but unfortunately other people cannot use it."

The treasury-guarding clan elder was choked by him for a moment.

"Fine then."

Gu Shanhe walked over, seeing the Bagua Plate in Lin Chuan's hand, and immediately became worried.

"Young Shifu, this kind of unpopular thing has no power in itself, and to use it, you also have to throw in two Tier 3 Magical Artifacts."

Lin Chuan looked up at him and smiled.

"Rest assured, Grandpa Gu, this thing is of great use to me!"

After speaking, Lin Chuan raised his right hand.

The dark green poison bead flew out on its own and accurately fell into the Yin slot of the Bagua Plate.

Click!

The poison bead completed its combination with the slot.

The left half of the Liangyi Bagua Plate immediately lit up with eighteen dark green spiritual patterns.

A large amount of poison-type energy flowed along the Yin slot and finally stopped in the center of the disc.

[Yin slot artifact: Tier 3 poison bead!]

[Attribute connection complete!]

The treasury-guarding clan elder took two steps forward.

He didn't expect that Lin Chuan already had an energy artifact in his hand that matched the Bagua Plate.

Lin Rongchang looked at the half-lit Bagua Plate and shook his head.

"It still lacks the Yang slot; embedding only one bead is useless."

"Do you have a second Tier 3 energy artifact?"

"Not right now."

Lin Chuan removed the poison bead and put away the Bagua Plate again.

"Just buy one."

"Easier said than done."

Lin Rongchang stared at him, "Tier 3 energy Magical Artifacts cost at least ten million yuan at the cheapest. As a poison cultivator, what use do you have for this thing?"

"You will know soon enough."

After finishing the selection, Lin Chuan turned around and walked out of the treasury.

Leaving the Lin Clan, Lin Chuan went straight to the Haicheng Martial Arts Association.

He indeed did not have a second energy artifact right now.

However, what to buy, he had already thought about it long ago.

Purple Heaven Divine Thunder belonged to the 5 S-Rank Talent.

Once this level of power was exposed, it wouldn't just be the Lin Clan eyeing him.

Domestic top-tier forces, foreign organizations, and even old monsters who rarely showed their faces all year round might find ways to take him back for research.

Lin Chuan was not prepared to gamble on those people's moral standards.

Hiding Purple Heaven Divine Thunder could not be done by sneaking around and making moves every time.

He needed an explanation that could be put out in the open.

Inside the Martial Arts Association equipment center, the staff member brought up the thunder-type artifact catalog and asked, "Which kind do you want? Energy storage, spellamplification, or weapon enchantment?"

"Energy storage."

Lin Chuan sat in front of the counter.

"The color of the lightning must be purple."

The staff member looked up at him.

"There are requirements for the color too?"

"I only have this one requirement, the purpler the better."

"How strange."

The staff member muttered, and re-filtered the inventory.

"There are only two pieces that meet the requirements. One is a Tier 3 purple pattern thunder bead, and the other is a purple lightning staff. The staff is forty-seven million, and the thunder bead is eighteen million."

"Okay, I want the thunder bead, it's quite cheap."

Lin Chuan did not hesitate in the slightest.

The staff member projected the data of the purple pattern thunder bead onto the screen.

[Tier 3 energy artifact: purple pattern thunder bead!]

[Can store and release thunder-type energy!]

[Maximum output Level: Tier 3 Peak!]

[Selling price: eighteen million yuan!]

The purple pattern thunder bead did not require the user to possess a thunder-type talent.

A non-attribute Martial Artist injecting spiritual power could convert it into thunder power through the spiritual patterns for their own use.

Only without the cooperation of a thunder-type talent, control precision and spell power would both be restricted.

This thing was generally used more often against gloomy and evil entities that had weak resistance to the thunder attribute.

The staff member glanced at Lin Chuan's data.

"Your talent is the poison type. If you buy the thunder bead, at most you can only use it to enchant weapons. More complex thunder-type Martial Techniques probably cannot be used."

Lin Chuan did not explain and directly took out the Liangyi Bagua Plate.

"Match it with the Yang slot."

Seeing the Bagua Plate, the staff member immediately understood.

"That's fine. The Liangyi Bagua Plate is responsible for coordinating energy, and it can indeed resolve attribute conflicts."

"Would you like to process equipment registration?"

"Process it."

Lin Chuan came precisely for registration.

The purple pattern thunder bead had an independent serial number, and the lightning released from it was naturally purple.

Once the Martial Arts Association filing was completed, whenever he used purple lightning in public occasions in the future, the first thing the outside world would think of would be this equipment.

As for where the power inside the thunder bead actually came from.

These things didn't need to be cared about.

And no one would care.

Lin Chuan completed the payment.

[Payment successful!]

[Payment amount: eighteen million yuan!]

The staff member bound the purple pattern thunder bead with Lin Chuan's personal identity, and then issued a complete equipment usage certificate.

After all the procedures were finished, Lin Chuan placed the purple pattern thunder bead into the Yang slot of the Bagua Plate.

The poison bead was placed into the Yin slot.

Both energy artifacts combined simultaneously, and the spiritual patterns on both the black and white sides lit up completely.

The poison-type power and the thunder-type power intersected in the center of the Bagua Plate, yet no conflict occurred.

Purple lightning light flowed along the edge of the disc, and an extra layer of dark green patterns appeared on the outside.

Lin Chuan injected a wisp of Purple Heaven Divine Thunder into it.

After passing through the purple pattern thunder bead and the Bagua Plate, the energy fluctuation detected externally was completely consistent with the equipment records.

Done.

From now on, he finally wouldn't have to sit on a full body of thunder-type power and pretend every day that he couldn't discharge electricity.

As long as he controlled the output intensity, Purple Heaven Divine Thunder could wear the legal cloak of the purple pattern thunder bead and appear uprightly on the ring.

That same night, Pei Wubing came to Lin Chuan's residence.

After entering the door, he first saw the Liangyi Bagua Plate placed on the table, and then saw the poison bead and thunder bead in the Yin and Yang dual slots.

"As a poison-type Martial Artist, why are you buying a thunder bead?"

"Overcome lightning with lightning, and give my younger brother a good lesson."

Lin Chuan poured him a cup of water.

Pei Wubing picked up the water cup and stared at him for two seconds.

"Awesome, you've got ideas."

Pei Wubing took a sip, put down the water cup, took out a silver heart-protecting mirror from his bosom, and pushed it in front of Lin Chuan.

"Put it on."

Lin Chuan picked up the heart-protecting mirror.

The mirror surface was only the size of a palm, with a closed eye carved in the center.

As soon as Mental Strength approached, it was blocked back by an invisible layer of power.

"Protects against Mental Strength attacks?"

"Mainly protects against control."

Pei Wubing leaned against the sofa.

"Lin Qi cultivations the Tianyi Art. Who knows what other means he has hidden. After going on stage tomorrow, don't make eye contact with him for too long, and don't think that just because you have become a Spirit Reader, you can casually contest Mental Strength with him."

Lin Chuan turned the heart-protecting mirror over to the back.

"You don't use it yourself?"

"I am a King! A Grandmaster can already practice Mental Strength. Although I haven't developed towards a Spirit Reader, it's not something he can control."

Pei Wubing raised his chin.

"I'm giving it to you, so you take it."

Lin Chuan wore the heart-protecting mirror close to his body, and unusually did not make a joke right away.

"Shifu, thank you."

Pei Wubing picked up the water cup and avoided his gaze.

"Stop with these useless things. The heart-protecting mirror can only block mental control, not other weapons. If someone really makes a hole in your forehead, don't say you're my disciple when you come back."

Lin Chuan smiled.

"Rest assured, I will try my best not to embarrass you."

"Not try your best."

Pei Wubing looked up at him, his tone turning serious.

"You must win tomorrow. Our lineage is not allowed to lose to the Tianyi Cult even once."

"In addition, you still need to leave the tracking poison on Lin Qi."

"Understood."

Chapter 50: Fighting Lin Qi

On the day of the semifinals, the number of spectators at the Lin Clan martial arts arena increased once again.

All seats at the venue were sold out.

The live stream audience even broke two million, and with ten minutes left before the match started, comments already flooded the screen.

Lin Chuan, Lin He, Lin Xuance, and Lin Qi.

No matter which of the four won, they were only one step away from securing the position of Young Clan Head.

In the front row of the spectator stands, several clan elders conversed in low voices.

"If Lin Qi can win, that's not bad either."

"Wasn't there still no one willing to support him yesterday?"

"Yesterday was yesterday."

An elder looked at Lin Qi in the waiting area and lowered his voice to say, "This child has no parents, and no branch truly supports him. Whoever is willing to give him resources, he will naturally lean toward them in the future."

The people beside him understood.

Lin Qi was unlike Lin He and Lin Chuan.

He was a loner with no fixed forces behind him, and although he looked indifferent, once such a person lacked cultivation resources, they were actually easier to win over.

For these clan elders, as long as the position of Young ClanHead did not remain in Lin Nan's lineage, they would have considered half of their goal accomplished.

"Don't get ahead of yourself just yet."

Lin Rongchang looked toward the arena.

"Wait until he wins against Lin Chuan before talking."

At this moment, Lin Chuan had already walked into the waiting passage.

Ye Qinghe stood at the entrance of the rest area, straightened his collar, and asked with lingering concern, "Did you wear the heart-protecting mirror?"

"I'm wearing it."

Lin Chuan patted his chest.

"It's tied down extra tight. Aside from pressing a bit hard against my chest, there are no other issues."

Ye Qinghe gave him a sidelong glance.

"Lin Qi uses a spell, and since he chose the earth vein dharma bead yesterday, his earth-type spells today will definitely be stronger than before."

"Understood."

Lin Chuan waved at her.

"Just watch from below. If something really goes wrong, remember to come up and rescue me at the first instance."

"Can't you say something nice?"

Ye Qinghe raised her foot, wanting to kick him.

Lin Chuan already smiled and walked into the passage.

On the other side of the arena, Lin Qi also appeared at this moment.

He was still wearing a black jacket with empty hands, floating above the palm of his right hand was only that earth vein dharma bead just obtained from the Clantreasury.

The two entered the arena.

Lin Qi glanced at Lin Chuan's waist, but did not find the Magical Artifact.

"You didn't bring the Magical Artifact you chose yesterday."

"There's no rush for now."

Lin Chuan loosened his wrists.

"Pulling out all new equipment right at the start of a fight makes my Clan assets look too thin."

Lin Qi did not pick up on his joke.

"You will regret it."

Lin Chuan nodded.

"Alright. When I regret it, I'll notify you again."

The referee confirmed both parties' status and quickly exited the arena.

"The first match of the semifinals!"

"Lin Chuan versus Lin Qi!"

"The match begins!"

As soon as the referee finished shouting, Lin Qi already raised his right hand.

Swish!

Three earth-yellow earth spikes rose simultaneously from under Lin Chuan's feet.

True Qi burst out beneath Lin Chuan's feet.

Activating Thunder Flash Step, his entire body shifted five meters horizontally to the right.

Just as he landed, two wind blades had already crossed and slashed toward him.

Lin Qi's earth spikes were not meant for attack, but to force him to move right in advance. The wind blades were already waiting at the position where Lin Chuan would land.

Lin Chuan's toes tapped the ground, flashing away once more.

The wind blades brushed past his school uniform, leaving two half-meter-long cut marks on the ground.

Before he could steady himself, a three-meter-high earth wall suddenly rose from the ground, blocking right in front of him.

Lin Chuan stepped on the wall with his right foot, flipped his body upward, and vaulted over the top of the earth wall. But the moment his head just exposed itself, more than a dozen fragments of stone shot toward his face like bullets.

Bang, bang, bang!

Two white True Qi arms blocked in front of him, slapping all the stone fragments away.

Lin Chuan landed again.

The distance between the two sides was still maintained at around twenty-five meters.

In the first clash, Lin Qi only used three ordinary spells.

Earth spikes to force position.

Wind blades to seal the path.

Earth wall to reopen the distance.

There was almost no gap between the three spells.

The people in the live stream room who were originally discussing how long Lin Qi could last quickly quieted down quite a bit.

A truly powerful Spell Cultivator does not just raise a hand to cast a big fireball.

Instead, starting from the very first spell, they force their opponent to move according to their own thoughts.

Lin Qi formed a spell seal with his left hand.

The ground vibrated once more.

This time, six earth spikes rose consecutively from different positions, and two earth walls at the rear closed in toward the middle simultaneously. Just as Lin Chuan was about to rush forward, three wind blades skimmed across the ground, directly sealing his legs.

Lin Chuan had no choice but to activate Thunder Flash Step once again.

His figure changed continuously among the earth spikes.

Every pause did not exceed half a second, and his body crossed through almost brushing against the wind blades and earth walls.

Lin Qi's spell connection was already fast enough.

Yet Lin Chuan's Thunder Flash Step was obviously faster.

Seven blockades all missed.

Not only was the distance between them not pulled apart, but it was compressed to fifteen meters by Lin Chuaninstead.

Lin Qi's gaze changed for the first time.

He originally thought that Lin Chuan's most dangerous abilities were poison and close-combat strength. As long as he controlled the distance and didn't give Lin Chuan a chance to touch him, this match would not have much suspense.

However, Thunder Flash Step at the Great Mastery level had already exceeded the limit that ordinary spells could stably blockade.

In fact, if Lin Chuan wanted to, he could finish off Lin Qiimmediately.

However, he still wanted to use this battle to understand the Tianyi Cult a bit.

As the saying goes, know yourself and know your enemy, and you will never be defeated in a hundred battles.

Lin Chuan dodged the last earth spike and took advantage of the momentum to rush forward.

"Your spells are cast quite fast."

He looked at Lin Qi and casually commented, "It's just that the accuracy is a bit poor."

"You think you can keep dodging?"

Lin Qi pressed his right hand downward.

The alloy arena in front of Lin Chuan suddenly softened, transforming into a continuously sinking quagmire. At the same time, an earth wall rose on each of the left and right sides, forcing Lin Chuan to retreat backward.

"That won't do."

Lightning light lit up beneath Lin Chuan's feet once more.

"So I'm planning to go over and hit you."

Lin Chuan stepped on the side earth wall with his right foot, used the force to soar into the air, and directly leaped over the ten-meter quagmire.

Four white True Qi arms unfolded behind him simultaneously, smashing toward Lin Qi from above.

Lin Qi did not panic.

The earth vein dharma bead lit up, and three layers of earth walls rose consecutively.

Boom!

The first earth wall shattered on the spot.

The second earth wall was smashed with large cracks by the four True Qi arms.

It wasn't until the third earth wall that Lin Chuan was barely blocked.

Lin Qi seized the opportunity to retreat eight meters backward, widening the distance once again.

"Almost."

Lin Chuan walked out from the rubble and looked at Lin Qi, who had regained his footing.

"Remember to build two more layers next time."

Lin Qi did not speak.

An earth-yellow light gradually lit up in his pupils.

The earth vein dharma bead floating above his palm began to spin, and a massive amount of earth-type energy beneath the arena was rapidly extracted. Six spell lines spread outward along the ground, stopping around Lin Chuan respectively.

Rumble!

The arena vibrated violently.

Six rock Puppets over three meters tall slowly stood up from the ground.

They had no facial features, with only an earth-yellow spot of light on their heads, and large areas of complex spelllines distributed across their chests. Their legs were connected to the alloy arena, and with every movement, earth-type energy would converge back into their bodies from beneath their feet.

The six stone Puppets just happened to form a half-circle.

Two blocked the front.

Two sealed the sides.

The last two compressed Lin Chuan's active space from the rear.

Lin Qi stood outside the encirclement.

"Now, where else can you hide?"

Lin Chuan looked back.

Behind him, less than five meters remained from the edge of the arena.

The stone Puppet at the very front raised its arms and smashed down heavily toward Lin Chuan.

Lin Chuan clenched his four True Qi fists simultaneously and blasted outward from the front.

Bang!

The stone Puppet's right arm exploded on the spot.

The two True Qi arms continued forward, smashing into its chest. Large amounts of rock splashed in all directions, and nearly a third of the entire stone Puppet was shattered.

Yet the stone Puppet did not fall.

The earth-yellow lines lit up along its legs, and the stone fragments that fell to the ground vibrated simultaneously, flying back into its body as if dragged by an invisible force.

In less than three seconds.

The severed right arm grew back anew, and the gap on its chest recovered as before.

A large wave of discussions instantly appeared in the live stream room.

"It can still be repaired?"

"How is this supposed to be fought? However much Lin Chuan smashes with a punch, it grows right back."

"The earth vein dharma bead can extract earth-type energy from beneath the arena. As long as the stone Puppets' feet do not leave the ground, they can keep recovering!"

People at the scene who understood spells likewise saw the problem.

These rock Puppets were not truly immortal.

Yet wanting to completely destroy them with fists would inevitably consume a terrifying amount of energy. Lin Chuan needed to use True Qi to smash the rocks, while Lin Qi could rely on the earth vein dharma bead to continuously replenish energy from underground.

The longer it dragged on, the more unfavorable it was for Lin Chuan.

The six stone Puppets compressed inward simultaneously.

Lin Chuan swung his four True Qi arms once more, blasting apart the shoulder of one of the stone Puppets, but another two had already crashed in from the sides.

He had no choice but to turn around to block.

Bang!

The front collision of the three-meter-high stone Puppetwas likewise not weak in strength.

Lin Chuan was forced back two steps, and the other three stone Puppets immediately filled the vacancy. They did not pursue actually hitting Lin Chuan, only responsible for sealing paths and compressing space.

The stone Puppets squeezed frantically.

Wind blades and earth spikes would also continuously fall from the gaps between the stone Puppets.

For a time, Lin Chuan seemed to have been locked into a constantly tightening stone prison.

On the spectator stands, a smile finally appeared on Lin Rongchang's face.

"Lin Chuan's Four-Armed King Fist is indeed suitable for close-quarters combat."

"Pity that someone who only knows how to use fists fears this kind of undying thing the most."

Several clan elders nearby also began to reassess Lin Qi.

Six stone Puppets that could continuously repair themselves, coupled with long-range spell blockades.

Ordinary Martial Artists couldn't even manage to get close to Lin Qi.

Lin Nan looked at Lin Chuan, who had already been forced into the corner of the arena, with a complex expression.

He wanted Lin Chuan to lose.

Yet the stronger Lin Qi performed, the greater the threat he posed to Lin He.

The six stone Puppets surrounded them once more.

Lin Chuan also saw clearly the energy flow of the stone Puppets.

Every time it was repaired, earth-type energy would enter the body from beneath the feet, and then along the spelllines on the chest, converge into the central core.

Ordinary fist force could only shatter the outer rock.

As long as the spell core was still there, the stone Puppetcould re-aggregate.

Lin Chuan's gaze followed those lines, landing on the brightest position on the stone Puppet's chest.

Found it.

The four white True Qi arms quickly dispersed, and dark green poisonous Qi surged out from behind his shoulders, condensing into six translucent Poison Crystal Claws.

The stone Puppet at the front swung its fist to smash over.

Lin Chuan sidestepped to let the fist edge pass, and two Poison Crystal Claws clasped the spell lines on its chest, fiercely ripping along the direction of the energy flow.

Rip!

Five deep marks appeared on the stone Puppet's chest.

The Nether Bone-Eroding Poison poured into the core along the wound, and the earth-yellow lines rapidly turned dark green. The energy surging from underground was corroded by the poison as soon as it entered the legs.

Boom!

The three-meter-high stone Puppet collapsed on the spot.

The stone fragments on the ground vibrated gently a few times and completely quieted down.

Lin Qi's pupils shrank slightly, and he immediately urged the other five stone Puppets to surround them. Two suppressed the front, three sealed the left and right, and earth spikes rose continuously from the center of the encirclement.

Lin Chuan stepped on the side of the earth spike and rushed up, passing between the shoulders of the two stone Puppets. The six Poison Crystal Claws dragged out dark green traces, each cutting into a spell line.

His hands parted outward fiercely.

The cores on the chests of the five stone Puppets shattered one after another.

The Nether Bone-Eroding Poison spread along the lines, and the earth-yellow lights extinguished one after another. The five stone Puppets lost their spell support and collapsed downward one after another.

In less than ten seconds.

All six stone Puppets turned into scattered stone fragments on the arena.

On the spectator stands, the smile on Lin Rongchang's face froze.

The Four-Armed King Fist could only smash the outer rock, but the Poison Crystal Claw could follow the spell lines and directly tear apart the internal core.

Lin Chuan shook off the stone chips on the Poison Crystal Claws.

"The stones are quite sturdy."

"The lines inside are connected a bit poorly."

Lin Qi stared at the stone fragments on the ground, and that trace of contempt on his face finally disappeared.

His right hand clenched fiercely.

The six piles of stone fragments exploded simultaneously!

Rumble!

Dust mixed with stone fragments swept across the arena, instantly obscuring both figures.

Deep within the smoke and dust, the earth-yellow light in Lin Qi's eyes rapidly faded, replaced by a layer of silver-white shimmer.

Hum!

Six slender flying shuttles slid out from the inside of his black jacket, floating around Lin Qi.

Mental Strength!

Lin Xuance changed his expression for the first time.

Only after ordinary Martial Artists reached the Grandmaster stage did they have the opportunity to System cultivation Mental Strength. A tiny fraction of Geniuses could breakthrough one hundred marks during the Martial Master stage, becoming a Spirit Reader in advance; their talent was enough to compare with A-grade Awakening.

The six flying shuttles hovered in the smoke and dust, their mutual distance remaining stable throughout.

Controlling six flying shuttles simultaneously while still being able to maintain this precision.

Lin Qi's Mental Strength was very likely approaching two hundred marks!

The smoke and dust gradually dispersed.

Two flying shuttles locked onto Lin Chuan's front, while the other four had already circled toward his side and rear.

Lin Qi stood thirty meters away, his silver-white eyes looking at him quietly.

"Surrender."

"You cannot possibly be my opponent."