Chapter 56: Slapping Someone Right in the Face
A single sentence from Lin Chuan made the surrounding few tables fall silent all at once.
Wei Ziang frowned.
"What do you mean?"
"Ever since I started eating, the few of you have been buzzing endlessly like flies."
Lin Chuan leaned back in his chair, looking at Wei Ziang, He Yunzhou, and Shen Ye.
"How boring is it to just try to teach people with words?"
"The finals are still three days away, and I happen to have time. The few of you can fight me one by one, and I'll sign a life-and-death waiver right now."
After he finished speaking, he opened the Martial Arts Association app and brought up the application for a voluntary life-and-death battle for Martial Artists.
The application interface was directly projected onto the large screen in the banquet hall.
[Battle Rules: Mutual consent!]
[Casualty Liability: Borne by oneself!]
[Number of Challengers: Unlimited!]
After filling in his name, Lin Chuan turned the signature position toward the few of them.
"Who's first?"
"You've been lecturing me for so long, surely you wouldn't even dare to sign your name?"
The guests in the banquet hall all looked over.
Wei Ziang did not agree immediately.
He possessed a Grade A Golden Flame Battle Body and carried a Tier 4 customized long saber on him. If they actually fought, he didn't think he would necessarily lose.
But the provincial martial arts exam was right around the corner.
Lin Chuan possessed a poison-type talent and was also a Spirit Reader.
Even if Wei Ziang ultimately won, as long as he was poisoned or suffered mental damage, it could affect his ranking in the provincial martial arts exam.
Lin Chuan had far too many hidden cards.
This brat had used Lin Qi to practice his movement techniques in the arena, and then suddenly pulled out six magic sabers at the end.
Who knew if he still had other things on him?
To run and sign a life-and-death waiver just over a verbal dispute was simply too risky.
He Yunzhou clearly thought of this as well.
"With the college entrance examination imminent, there is no need for us to engage in such a meaningless battle."
"If you really want to compete, once the provincial martial arts exam is over, there will naturally be an opportunity."
Lin Chuan nodded.
"Weren't you quite capable of running your mouth just a moment ago?"
"You said my talent was trash, said my battle records were falsified, and even said that Haicheng's younger generation were all trash."
"Now that it's time to actually fight with real swords and spears, you're saying it's meaningless."
Lin Chuan looked at He Yunzhou.
"Then what the hell were you acting all high and mighty for just now?"
Someone nearby couldn't hold it in and laughed out loud.
The laughter had just appeared when it was immediately suppressed back down.
Several young ladies from the provincial capital who had accompanied their families also looked at Wei Ziang and the others, their gazes somewhat strange.
Earlier, they had stood in front of Lin Chuan with the air of provincial geniuses instructing a country bumpkin Martial Artist.
Now that Lin Chuan had laid out the life-and-death waiver, they refused to accept it.
That speech really left them with no way to back down gracefully.
Wei Ziang's expression sank.
"Lin Chuan, don't think that just because we aren't signing the life-and-death waiver, it means we are afraid of you."
"As a Martial Artist from a small Clan in Haicheng, what qualifications do you have to challenge us?"
"If you want to fight, we have to accompany you?"
He Yunzhou also sneered, "There are plenty of people in the provincial capital who want to challenge us. If we accepted every single challenge, would we even have time to cultivation?"
Wei Ziang looked at Ye Qinghe.
"It's not that we don't dare, it's just that he isn't qualified to make us make a move."
Lin Chuan stood up.
"You don't dare, but I do."
Before Wei Ziang could understand the meaning of these words, Lin Chuan had already arrived in front of him.
Slap!
A slap landed fiercely across Wei Ziang's face.
Wei Ziang flew sideways, knocking over two chairs behind him, and the wine glass in his hand shattered into pieces.
The banquet hall instantly descended into chaos.
No one expected Lin Chuan to directly resort to violence right at the Lin Clan's banquet.
"Lin Chuan!"
As soon as He Yunzhou shouted his name, Lin Chuan's palm was already there.
The Perfection-stage Thunder Flash Step was simply too fast.
He Yunzhou's Wind Trace talent had only just activated when he took a hit to the face.
Slap!
His body spun a circle in mid-air, crashing headfirst into the dessert table nearby.
Cream, juice, and cake were plastered all over his body.
The He Family young master who had been spouting provincial capital this and provincial capital that just moments ago was now sprawled inside a cake, his hairstyle completely ruined.
"You're courting death!"
Shen Ye finally made a move.
His body melted into the shadows beneath his feet, appearing behind and to the side of Lin Chuan in the blink of an eye.
Dozen of black shadow darts flew out simultaneously.
The most troublesome aspect of the Formless Shadow Flow was its ability to use nearby shadows to move rapidly.
There were many tables and chairs inside the banquet hall, and shadows cast by the lights were everywhere.
This place was extremely advantageous for Shen Ye.
The dozen-plus shadow darts shot toward Lin Chuan's neck, back, and legs respectively.
Lin Chuan glanced back.
His Mental Strength erupted instantly.
All the shadow darts stopped dead in mid-air.
The dart closest to him was only a few centimeters away from Lin Chuan's neck, yet it could no longer advance an inch.
Shen Ye's pupils contracted.
"A First-Turn Spirit Reader cannot possibly possess this level of control!"
Lin Qi's Mental Strength was close to two hundred marks, yet all six flying shuttles had been suppressed by Lin Chuan.
After the efforts of seven members of the Tianyi Cultthroughout the night, Lin Chuan's Mental Strength had already reached two hundred and fifty-seven marks.
Shen Ye's dozen-plus shadow darts were far inferior to Lin Qi's six flying shuttles.
Lin Chuan flicked his finger.
The dozen-plus shadow darts flew backward in reverse at the same time.
Shen Ye immediately transformed into a black shadow and dodged.
But just as he emerged from another patch of shadows, Lin Chuan was already waiting right in front of him.
"You run quite fast."
Lin Chuan kicked him squarely in the chest.
Shen Ye flew back over a dozen meters, his body slamming into the edge of the main table.
The wine and dishes on the table spilled all over the floor.
From the moment Lin Chuan made a move to all three provincial geniuses being sent flying, it had only taken a few seconds.
He didn't even use his magic sabers or poison.
Holding his swollen face, Wei Ziang failed to get up for a long time.
He Yunzhou sprawled inside the dessert table, his mind still unable to process what had happened.
Shen Ye quickly propped his body up, his eyes staring fixedly at Lin Chuan.
He finally understood that Lin Chuan's previous refusal to pay attention to them wasn't because they had hit a sore spot.
The guy simply wanted to finish eating his meal first.
Now that the meal was finished, it was time for them to take a beating.
The surrounding young Martial Artists from the provincial capital all grew completely silent.
Hearing Wei Ziang and the others critique Lin Chuanearlier, quite a few of them had laughed along.
They had originally felt that Haicheng's Clan tournament lacked any real substance.
Lin Chuan being able to win all the way to the finals was simply because his opponents were too weak.
But Wei Ziang, He Yunzhou, and Shen Ye were all famous geniuses of the provincial capital.
Among them, Shen Ye even possessed the S-class Formless Shadow Flow, and had already secured special recruitment evaluation qualifications from two War Academies in advance.
Yet when the three of them attacked together, they didn't even touch Lin Chuan's clothes.
Lin Chuan glanced over them.
Those who had been laughing just moments ago averted their gazes one after another.
Only then did the young Haicheng Martial Artists present react.
Tonight, this group of people from the provincial capital had been acting high and mighty all along.
Every other word out of their mouths was about how Haicheng's matches were substandard and how Haicheng's geniuses were unworldly.
Several Haicheng Martial Artists had taken the initiative to go over and offer a toast, but Wei Ziang and the others had merely nodded perfunctorily, too lazy to even raise their cups.
They had long been holding back a surge of anger in their hearts.
But with provincial families and major conglomerates standing behind the other party, and their own Clan elders not daring to offend them, they could naturally only endure it.
Lin Chuan, however, completely ignored all of this.
When a provincial young master ran his mouth, he'd still slap him flying.
When an S-class Genius who had secured special recruitment evaluation qualifications for a War Academymade a move, he'd still kick him flat on the ground just the same.
At a table near the door, a young master of a Haichengmartial arts gym couldn't help cursing in a low voice.
"Damn, that is so fucking satisfying!"
The people next to him also laughed.
"A moment ago, their noses were practically pointing up at the chandelier; I really thought the provincial geniuses were something incredible."
"All three of them went up together, and they didn't even last a few seconds in Lin Chuan's hands."
"From now on, whoever says Haicheng has no geniuses, just send them today's recording to watch."
At first, only a few people were whispering among themselves.
Soon, the Haicheng youths at the nearby tables all straightened their backs.
When they looked at those visitors from the provincial capital again, there was much less fear in their eyes.
Someone directly picked up their wine glass and raised it from afar toward Lin Chuan.
"Young Master Lin, well done!"
"So what if you're from the provincial capital? Coming to Haicheng to act all high and mighty still gets you slapped by a Haicheng local!"
"Well said! Did they really think Haicheng had nobody left?"
For a moment, the Haicheng youths at several tables cheered and praised him.
Although Lin Chuan was venting his own anger tonight, this slap also struck back on behalf of Haicheng's entire younger generation.
Looking at those excited faces around them, the expressions of Wei Ziang, He Yunzhou, and Shen Yebecame even uglier.
They had originally wanted to step on Lin Chuan to show everyone the gap between provincial geniuses and Haicheng Martial Artists.
As a result, the gap was indeed demonstrated.
It was just that the ones stepped on the ground turned out to be themselves.
Lin Nan finally reacted, his face turning red with anger.
"Lin Chuan, are you crazy!"
"They are all children of major provincial families, and they are also guests invited by the Lin Clan!"
"Tiangong Equipment Group, the He Family's medicinal herb channels, and the Shen Family—these people all came here with partnerships in mind!"
"By beating them up like this, are you trying to cut off the future of the Lin Clan?"
Lin Chuan brushed the dust off his hands, completely ignoring him.
He looked at Wei Ziang and the others.
"You guys aren't much either."
"When I was eating just now, you guys were more eloquent than the next. Once you actually start fighting, it doesn't even count as a warm-up."
Wei Ziang gritted his teeth and stood up.
Golden flames surged out from his body.
He wished he could instantly draw his saber and hack Lin Chuan to pieces.
But after actually making a move, he discovered that Lin Chuan was even more terrifying than in the match recordings.
The Perfection-stage Thunder Flash Step was so fast that he couldn't react at all.
And then there was that Mental Strength.
Even Shen Ye's formless shadow darts had been blocked by just a single glance.
If they continued fighting, he might not necessarily win.
Even if he won, Lin Chuan still had poison.
The provincial martial arts exam was about to start, and he didn't dare gamble his future on this.
He Yunzhou similarly did not dare to make a move.
His biggest advantages were his speed and Clanresources, and his actual frontal combat capability was even inferior to Wei Ziang's.
Shen Ye's expression was the ugliest.
He was an S-class Genius.
Moments ago, he was still telling Lin Chuan that having too many cluttered abilities meant no future.
As a result, Lin Chuan used only his movement technique and Mental Strength to send him flying.
This wasn't just slapping him in the face anymore.
This was shoving a stinking foot straight into his mouth.
Beside the main table, Lin He originally wanted to say something.
But the moment Lin Chuan's gaze shifted over, he recalled the scene of himself being pinned to the ground and beaten brutally in the past.
The words that had reached his lips cowered back down.
"Everyone... should still calm down a bit."
After finishing, Lin He silently stepped back half a step.
Lin Chuan looked at the remaining provincial geniuses.
"Who else was laughing along just now?"
"Anyone who wants to teach me the rules can step forward."
"Today you don't need to line up, coming all at once is fine too."
No one spoke.
Even those elders from the provincial families did not speak up immediately.
Lin Chuan was Pei Wubing's Direct Disciple.
The Poison King was famously protective of his own.
If the youngsters exchanged a few words and ended up being beaten right back by the other person's child on the spot, it would only be even more humiliating if they, the elders, stepped into the fray.
Furthermore, Lin Chuan had already proven his strength just now.
The provincial geniuses came to Haicheng, putting on an attitude of being superior to others.
As a result, they were overturned with a few slaps.
If this matter spread out, the ones losing face would still be them.
After waiting for a moment and finding that no one stepped forward, Lin Chuan sat back down beside Ye Qinghe.
"Did you see that?"
"Provincial geniuses are invincible with their mouths, but their practical action skills just won't cut it."
Ye Qinghe suppressed a smile and pushed the pulse-clearing potion back in front of him.
"Drink your poison."
"Alright."
Lin Chuan opened the potion, tilted his head back, and drank it down.
The System prompt also appeared at this moment.
[New enemy detected!]
[Wei Ziang successfully bound!]
[He Yunzhou successfully bound!]
[Shen Ye successfully bound!]
The harder the three of them were beaten, the stronger their hatred toward Lin Chuan grew.
They were all geniuses of the provincial capital's younger generation.
One had a Grade A Golden Flame Battle Body.
One had a Grade A Wind Trace talent.
And another had the S-class Formless Shadow Flow.
They didn't feel they were inferior to Lin Chuan; they simply didn't dare to go all-in to the end, nor were they willing to truly risk their lives fighting to the death.
After all, to them, the upcoming college entrance examination was the most important thing.
However, this matter was far from over.
Chapter 57: cultivation Desperately, Return the Phantom Art to Me!
The banquet could no longer go on at all.
The host Clan's child beat people up on the spot, and beat three of them at once at that. How could it possibly go on?
Holding his swollen face, Wei Ziang was helped up by people from Tiangong Equipment Group.
Before leaving, he looked back and stared at Lin Chuan.
"I will remember what happened today."
"During the provincial martial examination, I will definitely make you pay it back double."
Lin Chuan waved his hand.
"Go back and practice well."
"If you can take two slaps next time, that will count as success."
Wei Ziang was so angry that his golden flames surged wildly, but he didn't dare to continue making a move.
He Yunzhou was in an even more pathetic state than him.
His face was covered in cream, and two pieces of cake were still hanging in his hair.
"Lin Chuan, you just wait."
"The He Family will not let this matter rest just like that!"
Lin Chuan glanced at the dessert table.
"Remember to pay for the cake."
He Yunzhou almost rushed forward again, but was grabbed by an elder of the He Family.
Shen Ye did not utter any harsh words.
He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and took a deep look at Lin Chuan.
"See you at the provincial martial examination."
After speaking, he turned around and left.
The three of them successively left the venue with the elders of their respective families.
The other provincial capital forces did not stay either.
The banquet hall, which had been filled across two floors just moments ago, quickly emptied by more than half.
Lin Qingxue walked to Lin Nan's side with her phone, her expression extremely ugly.
"Tiangong Equipment Group has withdrawn from the processing plant cooperation."
"The He Family's medicinal herb storage center has been suspended."
"The other six companies have also sent messages saying they want to re-evaluate their cooperation with the Lin Chamber of Commerce."
Over a dozen intention agreements for cooperation suddenly lost more than half.
Projects worth over one billion yuan turned into a pile of invalid documents in the blink of an eye.
Lin Nan's body swayed, and he almost fainted on the spot.
"Lin Chuan!"
"Do you know what you've done?"
Lin Chuan had already put on his coat.
"I know."
"I ate a meal and slapped a few big-mouthed idiots."
"I'm asking about the cooperation!"
Lin Nan pointed at the messy ground.
"Those projects are related to the Lin Clan's development for the next ten years! With a few slaps from you, they're all gone!"
"Cooperations that could only be negotiated by making me bow my head and take scoldings can go to hell if they fail."
Lin Chuan walked past him.
"If you can't bear to let them go, chase after them and kowtow to them."
After speaking, he took Ye Qinghe and left the banquet hall.
Lin Nan stood in place, his chest heaving continuously.
After a long while, he looked at Lin He.
"Xiaohe, come with me to the study."
After the two entered the study, Lin Nan locked the door from the inside and took out a wooden box from the deepest part of the safe.
Inside the box was a grey talisman and a black seal.
As soon as Lin He approached, he felt the True Qi in his body become sluggish.
"Dad, what is this?"
"spirit-blocking forbidden talisman."
Lin Nan picked up the grey talisman.
"After use, within a radius of fifty meters, it will be impossible to mobilize True Qi and Mental Strength for thirty seconds."
"This cost me over ten million to get for you on the black market."
Lin He's eyes lit up.
Lin Chuan's trickiest methods were precisely his Mental Strength and Perfection-Realm Thunder Flash Step.
As long as he lost True Qi and Mental Strength, his magic blades, movement technique, and poison arts would all lose their effect.
Lin Nan then handed the black seal to him.
"This is the Prohibition-Avoidance Seal."
"Carry it with you, and you won't be affected by the spirit-blocking forbidden talisman."
Lin He gripped the two items tightly.
"Dad, the competition doesn't allow the use of such things. What if the referee finds out?"
"The spirit-blocking forbidden talisman will turn to ashes once activated, leaving no traces at the scene. Besides, don't the referees have to listen to me, the head of the family?"
Lin Nan's expression was gloomy.
"The position of the Young Patriarch must fall into your hands."
"Only if you win the finals can the cooperations lost today come back."
Lin He still hesitated on his lips.
"But Eldest Brother is my biological brother after all; I don't want to use such methods against him."
Yet in his heart, he was already laughing.
Thirty seconds of time.
That was enough for him to break all of Lin Chuan's bones.
Lin Nan patted him on the shoulder.
"This is what Lin Chuan forced us to do."
"You don't need to carry any psychological burden."
Only then did Lin He put away the spirit-blocking forbidden talisman and the Prohibition-Avoidance Seal.
"I understand."
"During the finals, I will definitely let everyone see clearly who is truly worthy of being the Young Patriarch of the Lin Clan."
For the next three days, Lin Chuan did not go out again.
The seven people at the Haicheng stronghold of the Tianyi Cult cultivated the Tianyi Art every day.
The Mental Strength they improved, after being returned by the System, continuously entered Lin Chuan's Sea of Consciousness.
Only, the growth rate was much slower than the first night.
The higher the Mental Strength, the more power was needed to continue improving it.
Over the past three days, Lin Chuan's Mental Strength had increased by another hundred units.
[Host's Mental Strength has increased to 357 units!]
Three hundred and fifty-seven units.
He was still a Tier 1 Spirit Reader, but he had already exceeded the threshold of Tier 1 by three times.
In the underground training ground, six magic blades floated around Lin Chuan.
Lin Chuan's gaze locked onto the strength tester in front of him.
One of the magic blades instantly disappeared.
Boom!
A sonic boom sounded in the air.
The tester was hit squarely by the magic blade, and the numbers on it jumped wildly.
[Flight speed: 368 meters per second!]
[Instant impact force: 42.7 tons!]
The fastest speed of the magic blade had already broken the sound barrier.
The explosive power of a single magic blade also exceeded forty tons.
If all six magic blades attacked simultaneously, even an Advanced Martial Master might not be able to withstand a single round.
This was the might of a Spirit Reader!
Looking at the test results, Pei Wubing was endlessly shocked.
"Three days ago, your Mental Strength was only two hundred and fifty-seven units."
"Did you eat Spirit Readers these past three days?"
Lin Chuan thought about it.
"I ate seven."
"Get lost."
Pei Wubing cursed.
He was already used to it.
Whatever happened to this disciple could not be measured by the standards of ordinary people.
Aside from the Tianyi Cult members, Wei Ziang, He Yunzhou, and Shen Ye also began sending returns to Lin Chuan.
After leaving Haicheng, all three of them were holding in a breath of anger.
Wei Ziang directly soaked into the golden flame medicinal pool prepared by Tiangong Equipment Group.
He Yunzhou took the Body Tempering medicinal treasure treasured by the He Family.
As for Shen Ye, he entered the Shen Family cultivation room, cultivating the Formless Shadow Flow and the Phantom Art day and night.
System prompts popped up one after another.
[Bound enemy Wei Ziang is undergoing a golden flame medicinal bath, physical body has improved!]
[Triggered four hundred times return!]
[Bound enemy He Yunzhou took a Body Temperingmedicinal treasure, Qi and blood have improved!]
[Triggered six hundred times return!]
[Bound enemy Shen Ye is cultivating the Phantom Art, cultivation technique proficiency has improved!]
[Triggered a thousand times return!]
A massive amount of Body Tempering power entered Lin Chuan's body.
His bones, muscles, and meridians continuously strengthened.
On the first night, Martial Artist seventh layer.
On the morning of the third day, Martial Artist eighth layer!
This breakthrough improved his physical body the most.
Even without using True Qi, Lin Chuan could easily blast apart a Martial Artist of the same Realm purely with his physical strength.
Shen Ye's Phantom Art was also completely returned by the System.
Lin Chuan spent three days cultivating the cultivation technique to Great Mastery.
He circulated the Phantom Art.
Four figures simultaneously walked out from his body.
They were all condensed from True Qi, looking like illusory ghost bodies; this was because the Phantom Art had not yet been cultivated to Perfection.
Otherwise, those True Qi Avatars could even condense details like clothes and strands of hair.
Five Lin Chuans suddenly appeared in the room.
Each Avatar possessed fifty percent of the main body's power and could also execute the Martial Techniques mastered by Lin Chuan.
Four Avatars plus the main body simultaneously surrounding and attacking a person—that scene must be quite beautiful.
Lin Chuan looked at the four versions of himself in front of him and nodded with satisfaction.
This return was quite satisfying.
In the future, he had to rack his brains to go to all kinds of occasions and brutally beat up geniuses.
Chapter 58: Big Brother Will Let You Take Three Moves!
Soon, the finals for the Lin Clan's Young Clan Master officially began.
Before the match time even arrived, the Lin Clan's Martial Arts Arena was already packed with people.
The major families, martial arts dojos, and chambers of commerce in Haicheng had all sent people over, and quite a few young Martial Artists had also come from the provincial capital.
Shen Ye sat in the second row, his injuries having healed long ago.
Tang Hanyi sat beside him, and Wei Ziang and He Yunzhouhad also come, though the expressions of both men did not look too good.
They came here wanting to see to what extent Lin He's Six-Color Ancient Thunder had developed.
"That time with Lin Chuan was a surprise attack and cannot be considered his true strength."
Tang Hanyi looked at Lin He, who was entering the arena.
"Comparatively speaking, I want to know even more to what extent the Thunder King has developed the Six-Color Ancient Thunder."
Shen Ye nodded.
With an S-Rank Talent and the guidance of a king-tier powerhouse, they were all very curious about Lin He's potential.
On the other side, Zhou Ye led the students from Haicheng No. 1 High School, occupying a large area in the stands.
As soon as Lin He showed his face, they stood up and shouted.
"Let's go, Young Master Lin!"
"Show him the true strength of an S-Rank Talent!"
"The position of Young Clan Master will definitely be yours!"
Zhou Ye shouted the fiercest. As long as Lin He won, he could also recover some of the face he had lost before.
There were many fewer people on Lin Chuan's side.
Ye Qinghe stood beside the railing, and behind her were several Martial Artists who had rushed over from the Border Defense Force.
Captain Liang Feng, who had fought side by side with Lin Chuan in the Border Defense Force, had also come. He looked at the ring and asked in a low voice, "Can Lin Chuandefeat the S-Rank Lin He? After all, he even defeated Lin Xuance."
"He will definitely be able to."
Ye Qinghe answered very decisively.
Captain Liang Feng chuckled.
"Then let's see whether his Divine Sense and poison are stronger, or Lin He's thunder is stronger."
This final was simultaneously broadcast live on the Martial Arts Association platform of Haicheng. In less than ten minutes of broadcast, the online viewership had already exceeded 500,000.
A disciple of the Poison King against a disciple of the Thunder King, plus brothers fighting for the position of Young Clan Master—such an event might not be seen in Haicheng for several years.
Above the ring, the protective barrier rose.
Pei Wubing sat in the main stands, holding a wine gourd in his hand.
The Thunder King sat beside him, with a long black box placed in front of him.
Pei Wubing glanced at the long box.
"Oh my, did you bring everything?"
"Fourth-tier resources, wasn't this agreed upon? Could it be that you didn't bring them?"
The Thunder King's tone was calm.
Pei Wubing took a sip of wine.
"Rest assured, of course I brought them. However, this disciple of mine will not give you the chance to take the items away."
The two reconfirmed their bet.
Whichever person's disciple lost would take out a fourth-tier resource.
As the news spread, the atmosphere in the stands became even more lively. This match was not only competing for the position of Young Clan Master, but it also concerned the face of the two king-tier powerhouses.
Lin He stepped onto the ring a step earlier.
Six-color thunder light flashed across his body one after another, and the surrounding air emitted subtle explosive sounds.
Over the past few days, the Thunder King had helped him clear several critical meridians, allowing him to endure the Six Thunders Piercing the Body simultaneously.
Lin Chuan walked onto the ring and raised his head to glance at him.
After the referee finished inspecting the weapons and protective gear of the two and briefly explained the rules, he asked if they had any questions.
Lin He shook his head, but Lin Chuan moved his shoulders.
"I have something to say."
Everyone looked at him.
Lin Chuan looked at Lin He and spoke, "After all, I am your elder brother. With so many people watching today, I have to give way to you a little."
"For the first three moves, I will only defend and not attack."
"Within three moves, if you cannot defeat me, you are finished."
The voices in the martial arts arena instantly became chaotic.
Zhou Ye was stunned for a moment before bursting into laughter.
"Lin Chuan, do you really take your successful sneak attack at the banquet as your own strength?"
"Young Master Lin, since he is asking for a beating himself, don't stand on ceremony with him!"
The bullet comments in the live broadcast room suddenly increased as well.
"To let an S-Rank Talent take three moves, he really dares to say that."
"Lin Chuan's strength is very high, but this is simply too arrogant."
"The Six-Color Ancient Thunder is inherently good at bursts. To stand there and take three moves, is his brain ruined by poison?"
Several Clan elders of the Lin Clan all felt that Lin Chuanwas being overconfident. Lin Nan sat in the first row and sneered, "With a little strength, he doesn't even know his own name. Since he's asking for a beating himself, no one should stop him."
However, Shen Ye straightened his body. "I also studied this guy these past few days; he has a strong sense of purpose in what he does."
Tang Hanyi also said, "I estimate he wants to test Lin He's upper limit to determine his combat strategy."
On the ring, Lin He was already laughing inwardly. To take the initiative to let him make three moves, wasn't this being overly confident!
"This is what you said yourself."
Lin He stared at Lin Chuan.
"When you get injured then, don't blame me for being too heavy-handed."
Lin Chuan raised his chin. "Don't waste time, let's begin."
Lin He spread his feet apart, pressed the two fingers of his right hand together, and six kinds of thunder light gathered toward his fingertips simultaneously.
The entire ring was illuminated.
"Then watch closely! Meteor Thunder Finger, Sixth Form!"
"Six Thunders Transforming into a Dragon!"
Boom!
A thick bolt of thunder light rushed out from his fingertips, rapidly transforming into a dozen-meter-long thunder dragon in mid-air.
The thunder dragon rushed forward closely skimming the ring, and the floor tiles along the way cracked piece by piece.
Red light also lit up on the protective barrier.
Zhou Ye in the stands was so excited that his face flushed red.
"This is the real Six-Color Ancient Thunder!"
"Lin Chuan, what are you going to use to block this!"
The Thunder King nodded lightly.
For Lin He to master the sixth form in such a short time, his Comprehension was indeed quite good.
The power of this strike had already reached the limit of an Advanced Martial Artist.
In the blink of an eye, the thunder dragon rushed in front of Lin Chuan.
Lin Chuan still crossed his arms.
Swish!
Two thick True Qi arms extended from behind his back, grabbing the big mouth of the thunder dragon from left and right.
The True Qi arms exerted force simultaneously.
Bang!
The dozen-meter-long thunder dragon was torn apart on the spot.
The six-color thunder light burst and scattered to both sides, all crashing into the protective barrier.
Lin Chuan stood in place, the small patch of floor tiles under his feet completely undamaged.
The smile on Zhou Ye's face froze for a moment.
The bullet comments in the live broadcast room directly multiplied several times.
"Two True Qi arms tore the thunder dragon apart?"
"He really didn't move!"
"Damn! He's not putting on airs, he's genuinely awesome!"
Lin He's reaction was even faster.
The moment the thunder dragon exploded, six bolts of thunder light had already entered his body simultaneously.
Six Thunders Piercing the Body!
His speed suddenly increased, thunder light flashed under his feet, and his entire person disappeared from the spot.
Thunder Flash Step!
Making use of the scattered thunder light, Lin He circled behind Lin Chuan, compressing the six-color thunder on his right fist together, and fiercely blasted toward Lin Chuan's back.
This move linked together very quickly.
The thunder dragon in front was both an attack and a cover to obstruct vision.
Many people only reacted after Lin He appeared behind Lin Chuan.
"Beautiful!"
Wei Ziang finally spoke.
"This is the combat style a thunder-attribute talent should have."
Lin Chuan did not turn his head.
Two other True Qi arms condensed from above his lower back, crossing to block his back.
Thump!
Lin He punched the two arms.
The six-color thunder light exploded all the way along the True Qi arms, and the shockwave kicked up a large patch of gravel.
Lin Chuan's body still did not move.
Those four True Qi arms existed simultaneously, two protecting his back and two still lingering in front of him.
Shen Ye's gaze changed.
"The four arms can defend different directions separately."
"He doesn't need to turn around at all, nor are there any blind spots in his vision."
Tang Hanyi added a sentence.
"And until now, he hasn't even used his spiritual Divine Sense."
The voices of the two were not loud, but the nearby Martial Artists from the provincial capital all heard them.
The gazes they looked at the ring with had a bit less contempt.
After landing, Lin He quickly distanced himself.
Failing to make Lin Chuan move even once with two consecutive moves, his expression was somewhat ugly.
"There is still a third move!"
Lin He pushed his hands forward.
Orbs of thunder condensed around him one by one. Each orb was only the size of a fist, but the six-color thunder inside had been compressed multiple times.
In the blink of an eye, the thunder orbs already exceeded thirty.
The dense thunder orbs suspended in mid-air completely sealed off all of Lin Chuan's dodging directions.
"Explode for me!"
Lin He abruptly brought his hands together.
All the thunder orbs shot toward Lin Chuansimultaneously.
Lin Chuan still did not put down his arms.
A trace of a smile held at the corners of his mouth, his main body not moving.
The four True Qi arms swung out in four directions.
Boom, boom, boom!
Before the thunder orbs even approached Lin Chuan, they exploded consecutively in mid-air.
Dozens of clusters of thunder light connected into one piece.
The protective barrier constantly vibrated.
The two Martial Masters responsible for maintaining the Formation simultaneously increased their True Qi output to suppress the aftermath of the explosion inside the ring.
The thunder light dissipated.
Lin Chuan still stood in his original position, without even changing his posture.
The three moves ended.
The shouting in the stands reduced by more than half.
Zhou Ye was still holding up his fist, but there was no sound in his mouth.
In the live broadcast room, the people who were just cursing Lin Chuan for putting on airs had already changed their tune.
"He caught all three moves and didn't retreat a single step."
"He didn't even use his Divine Sense or those six sabers."
"What level on earth is this Four-Armed King Fist?"
Captain Liang Feng stared at Lin Chuan, his expression becoming much more serious.
"The output and landing points of the four arms are all different. He simultaneously controls four directions and can also judge the position of each thunder orb; this level of control already surpasses many Martial Masters."
"He is even stronger than when he executed missions previously!"
Ye Qinghe smiled.
"He will definitely win."
Pei Wubing turned his head to look at the Thunder King.
"Don't forget the fourth-tier resources."
The Thunder King did not pick up the conversation. Lin Hedid not fight poorly, but Lin Chuan's defense far exceeded his expectations.
On the ring, Lin He also understood this point.
His expression turned alternately green and white.
With so many people watching, Lin Chuan crossed his arms and received his three moves.
He didn't even manage to make Lin Chuan move a single foot.
"The three moves have ended."
Lin Chuan looked at him.
"Next, it's my turn."
"It's not over yet!"
Lin He abruptly raised both hands.
Six bolts of thunder of different colors rushed out from his body, landing in six directions of the ring respectively.
Six thunder pillars rose simultaneously!
The thunder pillars quickly connected with each other, transforming into a Six-Color Thunder Prison that completely locked Lin Chuan in the center.
Lin He pressed his hands downward, and the thunder prison began to contract inward.
This was a control Martial Technique specially perfected for him by the Thunder King.
The six thunder forces superimposed on each other; the further inward it pressed, the stronger the power.
"This is the fourth move."
Lin Chuan raised his eyes to look at the surrounding thunder pillars.
"You stinky little brother, you don't keep your word."
Lin He gritted his teeth.
"The match hasn't ended yet, who is talking about a three-move agreement with you!"
Lin Chuan nodded. "Alright."
The four True Qi arms pressed toward the surroundings simultaneously, and the contracting Six-Color Thunder Prison abruptly paused.
Lin Chuan pushed outward.
Crack!
Cracks appeared on the six thunder pillars simultaneously.
Lin He desperately urged his True Qi, wanting to stabilize the thunder prison, but those cracks became more and more numerous.
The next second, the entire thunder prison exploded with a roar.
The six-color thunder light soared into the sky, and the center of the ring was completely swallowed by the dazzling light.
The people in the stands raised their hands one after another to block their eyes.
Standing behind the thunder light, Lin He finally completely confirmed one matter.
Continuing to fight using normal methods, he could not win against Lin Chuan.
The Four-Armed King Fist could block his thunder dragon, thunder fists, and thunder orbs, and Lin Chuan hadn't even used his spiritual Divine Sense, magic saber, and poison yet.
Dragging it out further, he would only lose even more ugly.
Lin He's right hand quietly reached into the inner side of his clothes, grasping that gray talisman.
Sheltered by the all-pervasive thunder light, he squeezed hard.
The spirit-blocking forbidden talisman shattered silently.
Ashes fell from between his fingers.
An invisible wave instantly swept across the entire ring.
Chapter 59: I Don't Want to Be Second Anymore! Lin HeBreaks Through to the Greater Profound Meaning!
An invisible ripple swept across the arena.
The True Qi within Lin Chuan's body instantly went dormant, and the Mental Strength in his Sea of Consciousness was also forcibly suppressed by a force.
The four True Qi arms that had originally supported the surroundings simultaneously turned illusory.
Bang!
The four arms dissipated on the spot.
Lin Chuan tried to mobilize his Mental Strength, but the six demonic blades showed no reaction at all.
This feeling was something he had encountered in his past life.
A spirit-blocking forbidden talisman!
After the talisman took effect, both True Qi and Mental Strength would be sealed within a certain radius for thirty seconds.
Lin He was still carrying a talisman-Evading Seal, so he was unaffected.
There were not many people in Haicheng who could get such contraband from the black market.
Lin Nan happened to be one of them.
Lin Chuan glanced in the direction of the main viewing platform.
Lin Nan leaned forward, staring dead at the arena, his mouth almost unable to suppress a grin.
It really was him.
Sensing that the talisman had taken effect, Lin He swept away all the panic on his face.
"Lin Chuan, let's see what you have to block this time!"
Six Thunders Piercing the Body was activated once again.
A cluster of lightning burst beneath Lin He's feet, and his entire body leaped high into the air.
He arrived above Lin Chuan's head, opening his hands downward as small thunder pellets rapidly condensed.
Ten.
Fifty.
Over a hundred!
These thunder pellets were only the size of eggs, but their number was far too great, almost covering the entire arena.
Lin He violently pressed his hands downward.
"Explode for me!"
Over a hundred thunder pellets fell simultaneously.
Lin Chuan raised his arms to protect his head and arched his body forward.
Boom, boom, boom!
The arena was instantly submerged in six-color lightning.
Just as the first round of thunder pellets exploded, the second round smashed into the smoke and dust.
The floor tiles continuously shattered, the protective barrier shook violently, and the expressions of the several Martial Masters responsible for maintaining the Formationchanged.
Zhou Ye in the spectator stands grew excited once again.
"He hit him!"
"With so many thunder pellets hitting him squarely, Lin Chuan definitely won't be able to hold on!"
The viewers in the livestream room were also dumbfounded.
"Why isn't Lin Chuan blocking anymore?"
"His True Qi arms suddenly disappeared, yet he's still standing there to take it head-on. Is he acting too arrogant?"
"Won't he be blown into charcoal like this?"
Shen Ye stared at the arena, his brows slowly furrowing.
Earlier, Lin Chuan had already proven that the Four-Armed King Fist could block the thunder pellets.
Now that all four arms had vanished together, and the six demonic blades had not flown out either, this matter was obviously abnormal.
Tang Hanyi likewise discovered the problem.
"Could he be overestimating himself?"
Wei Ziang's expression also shattered: "That's too insane! Using his physical body to block thunder pellets!"
No one at the scene saw Lin He crush the talisman, so they could only assume that something had gone wrong with Lin Chuan's cultivation technique.
Ye Qinghe gripped the railing tightly.
Captain Liang Feng also stood up, ready at any moment to have the referee terminate the match.
Thunder King likewise furrowed his brows.
Lin Chuan's state was clearly wrong, but the protective barrier isolated most of the aura, so he couldn't figure out the reason for a moment.
Over ten seconds later, the final thunder pellet fell.
Lin He dropped back down to the arena from mid-air, panting heavily.
Releasing over a hundred thunder pellets in one breath was also a substantial consumption for him.
Yet looking at the churning smoke and dust before him, a smile still appeared on his face.
Lin Chuan had foolishly given him three chances and even dared to stand in place to endure this round of bombardment.
This match, he was bound to win.
Whoosh!
The smoke and dust were blown away by the defensive Formation.
A figure reappeared in front of everyone.
Lin Chuan's upper garment had already been blown to pieces by the thunder pellets, more than a dozen lightning-strike scars had appeared on his body, and his arms were somewhat blackened.
Yet he was still standing in the center of the arena.
His aura was steady, and his waist was not even bent.
The shouting in the spectator stands quickly quieted down.
Zhou Ye opened his mouth wide, the rest of his words stuck completely in his throat.
"He can even endure this?"
"Over a hundred thunder pellets! Those aren't chicken meatballs or fishballs, those are thunder pellets! What is his physical body made of?"
Captain Liang Feng slowly released the railing.
He had executed border defense missions together with Lin Chuan and knew very well that Lin Chuan's physical body definitely hadn't been this strong back then.
How much time had passed since then?
Lin Chuan's physical body strength had improved by another huge chunk.
Lin He's smile also froze.
"Impossible!"
He quickly found an answer for himself.
Lin Chuan must have suffered heavy injuries; standing now was just to scare him.
The spirit-sealing time hadn't ended yet.
He still had a chance!
Lin He grabbed with his right hand, and a massive amount of six-color thunder converged toward his palm, quickly condensing into a three-meter-long thunder spear.
Thunder Flash Step was activated.
He dashed forward close to the ground, thrusting the thunder spear straight at Lin Chuan's chest.
Lin Chuan sidestepped to avoid the spear tip, pulled two demonic blades from behind his waist, and slashed backward at the spear shaft.
Clang!
The demonic blades and the thunder spear collided.
Lin Chuan's body smoothly slid away to the side.
The thunder spear pierced into the arena, blowing a large crater out of the hard floor tiles on the spot.
Lin He pulled out the thunder spear and swept horizontally at Lin Chuan's waist.
Lin Chuan leaned backward, the spear tip brushing past his abdomen. He propped himself up with his double blades, flipped his body over the thunder spear, and upon landing, had already arrived at Lin He's rear flank.
Lin He immediately turned around and thrust out with another spear.
Spear after spear.
Explosive sounds continuously came from the arena.
Every time the thunder spear missed, it would leave a large crater on the ground. Gravel flew everywhere, yet Lin Chuan kept moving right against the spear tip.
When he truly couldn't dodge, he would use his demonic blades to deflect the spear tip off course.
In a mere few seconds, the two had already exchanged blows over a dozen times.
Lin He's attacks grew faster and faster, yet he could never touch Lin Chuan's vital points.
Shen Ye watched with a solemn expression.
"He has this kind of speed purely relying on his physical body? That's too outrageous!"
Tang Hanyi stared at Lin Chuan's footwork.
"His combat skills probably reached above the fourth rank! Every time, he waits until Lin He exerts his force before dodging, leaving Lin He with no time to change directions."
In the world of Martial Artists, combat skill ranks also existed.
They were respectively level ten down to level one.
Then rank one up to rank ten.
Beyond rank ten, one was called a Martial Supreme, but they were also divided into Supreme One, Supreme Two, among which Supreme Ten was the highest.
Above the Supremes was even the legendary Divine Realm!
However, up until now, no one had been able to reach that Domain.
Thunder King likewise saw the problem.
Lin He's attacks were too hurried, yet he held no advantage in strength.
That Lin Chuan didn't even seem to use True Qi, relying purely on physical body strength, yet it reached such an outrageous extent.
On the arena, Lin Chuan used the back of his blades to knock away the thunder spear and suddenly took a step forward.
The bodies of the two were almost pressed together.
Lin Chuan lowered his voice.
"That talisman was given to you by Lin Nan, right?"
Lin He's pupils constricted.
"You..."
"If it's thirty seconds, there are only fifteen seconds left now." Lin Chuan smiled at him, "If you don't breakthroughto something, once I can use True Qi and Mental Strength, you're dead meat."
"Hurry up, my foolish younger brother."
After saying that, Lin Chuan proactively pulled back the distance.
Holding the thunder spear, Lin He's heart was completely in disarray.
Lin Chuan had recognized the spirit-blocking forbidden talisman and even calculated the remaining time accurately.
If he dragged it out for another fifteen seconds, all his advantages would vanish.
He didn't want to lose.
Even less did he want to live under Lin Chuan forever, acting as the second place of the Lin family!
He wanted the Young Lord position, and he wanted to trample Lin Chuan under his feet.
"You forced me into this!"
Lin He threw away the thunder spear, pulling all the six-color lightning back into his body.
Thunder King abruptly stood up.
"Lin He, is he about to use the Thunder-Self Esoteric Art?"
This Profound Meaning stimulated the whole body's acupoints and meridians with thunder, boosting the power of the cultivation technique by three times in a short period.
This was an extremely difficult thunder-path Profound Meaning.
Even Thunder King had taken nearly half a year to cultivate it to success.
Yet Lin He had been learning from him for less than a month now!
Lin He shouldn't have fully mastered it yet.
Using it rashly now, the moment a single mistake was made while circulating energy...
His meridians could be burned to ashes by the Six-Color Ancient Thunder.
But Lin He could no longer care about that now.
He was already driven mad by hatred!
The six types of thunder power frantically circulated along different meridians, forcibly blasting open one Acupoint after another.
Lightning patterns lit up beneath his skin, and his eyes were also covered by lightning.
A deviation occurred during the first circulation.
Lin He bit the tip of his tongue, forcibly adjusted the thunder power, and struck the remaining acupoints once again.
Boom!
Six-color lightning burst out from within his body.
The Thunder-Self Esoteric Art activation was successful!
The aura on Lin He's body instantly surged threefold.
A System prompt simultaneously appeared before Lin Chuan's eyes.
[Bound enemy Lin He comprehended the thunder-type Profound Meaning: Thunder-Self!]
[Profound Meaning quality, circulation route, and proficiency gained a 1,200-fold return!]
[Congratulations to the host for obtaining: Purple Heaven Thunder-Self Esoteric Art!]
[Current proficiency: Perfection!]
A massive amount of insights regarding the Thunder-Self Esoteric Art entered Lin Chuan's mind.
However, Lin Chuan was still in the spirit-sealing state, so the Purple Heaven Thunder-Self Esoteric Art could likewise not be activated.
"Hahaha, something dropped again at last."
Lin Chuan's mood immediately improved quite a bit.
This meal of thunder pellets hadn't been endured in vain.
"Lin Chuan!"
Lin He roared angrily, transforming into six-color lightning as he rushed over.
His speed was three times faster than before.
Just as Lin Chuan raised his double blades, Lin He had already crashed into his defensive range, smashing a punch right into the intersection of the two demonic blades.
Thud!
The two demonic blades fiercely slammed against Lin Chuan's chest.
The massive force pushed him sliding backward all the way, his feet plowing out two deep trenches on the arena.
Five meters.
Ten meters.
Fifteen meters!
Lin Chuan slid all the way to the front of the protective barrier before stopping.
Two bloodstains pressed out by the back of the blades appeared on his chest, and a trickle of fresh blood also flowed from the corner of his mouth.
All the spectators in the stands stood up.
"Three times! Lin He's strength has increased by at least three times!"
"Lin Chuan was beaten back by more than ten meters!"
"This time he's really going to turn the tables!"
Zhou Ye excitedly slapped the railing.
"Young Lord Lin, take advantage of now to finish him off!"
Lin He panted heavily, the lightning still stimulating his meridians.
He had succeeded.
He had finally beaten Lin Chuan back.
As long as he delivered one more strike, this match could end.
Lin He re-clenched his fists, preparing to rush toward Lin Chuan.
Right at this moment, the thirty seconds of the spirit-blocking forbidden talisman ended.
The dormant True Qi within Lin Chuan's body flowed anew, and the Mental Strength in his Sea of Consciousness also broke through the blockade.
He smiled and slowly raised his head.
"Time is up."
Chapter 60: Break through another barrier, and Big Brother won't hit you anymore.
breakthrough one more time, and Big Brother won't beat you."
"Time is up."
As Lin Chuan's voice fell, the suppressed True Qi within his body began to circulate again.
The Mental Strength in his Sea of Consciousness also returned to normal.
Hum!
The two Demonic Sabers in his hands flew out of his grip.
The other four Demonic Sabers rose into the air simultaneously, rapidly revolving around Lin Chuan.
The blades of all six Demonic Sabers aimed at Lin Hetogether.
The excitement on Lin He's face vanished instantly.
The spirit-blocking forbidden talisman had already expired.
Those thirty seconds just now were his most hopeful chance to defeat Lin Chuan.
Yet even after using the Thunder-Self Esoteric Art, he only pushed Lin Chuan back by a dozen meters.
Now that Lin Chuan's True Qi and Mental Strength had fully recovered, he had to seize the final opportunity before the Thunder-Self Esoteric Art ended.
"If I can push you back once, I can push you back a second time!"
Lin He grabbed forward with both hands.
A massive amount of six-color thunder light rapidly converged, re-condensing into a thunder spear.
The Six Thunders Piercing the Body was still operating.
The Thunder-Self Esoteric Art also maintained his cultivation technique's power at a triple state.
Lin He gripped the thunder spear tightly and charged out first.
"Break for me!"
The thunder spear swept horizontally.
The six Demonic Sabers met it simultaneously.
Clang, clang, clang!
The thunder spear and the Demonic Sabers collided continuously.
Six-color thunder light constantly exploded, and large patches of rubble were blasted into mid-air.
Gripping the spear with both hands, Lin He blocked the two Demonic Sabers in front, then used the butt of the spear to knock away the third.
The remaining three Demonic Sabers flew over from the left and right sides.
He immediately spun the thunder spear.
The thunder light formed a circle of spear images, sweeping all three Demonic Sabers away.
"Blocked!"
Zhou Ye grew excited again.
"Young Master Lin still has a chance!"
Lin He also felt that he could win.
The Thunder-Self Esoteric Art had boosted his strength and speed by threefold.
As long as he maintained his current state, the six Demonic Sabers couldn't even approach him.
But just as he blocked a round, the six Demonic Sabers flew back again.
The first Demonic Saber hacked toward his shoulder.
The second stabbed toward his chest.
The other four blocked his left, right, and rear.
Lin He let out a loud roar, and the light on the thunder spear surged violently once more.
The long spear swept continuously.
Clang, clang, clang!
All six Demonic Sabers were blocked away.
Lin He was also pushed back a few steps by the immense force.
Before he even had time to catch his breath, the next round of attacks had already arrived.
The thunder spear and the Demonic Sabers collided endlessly.
Ten times.
Twenty times.
Thirty times!
The explosions on the arena merged into one continuous sound.
Ordinary spectators could only see six streaks of saber light constantly shuttling around Lin He.
The thunder spear in Lin He's hand grew faster and faster, each horizontal sweep stirring up massive patches of six-color thunder light.
Shen Ye stared at the arena with an extremely solemn expression.
On the day of the banquet, his Formless Shadow Darts had been blocked by Lin Chuan using Mental Strength.
Now that Lin Chuan controlled six Demonic Sabers simultaneously, the power was even stronger than back then.
The fact that Lin He could persist until now already proved the might of the Thunder-Self Esoteric Art.
But continuing to fight like this was extremely unfavorable for Lin He.
A Spirit Reader controlling weapons consumed Mental Strength.
What Lin He consumed to maintain the Thunder-Self Esoteric Art, however, was True Qi and his body.
His strength increased threefold, and his consumption skyrocketed along with it.
The match lasted for more than thirty seconds.
Lin He's breathing grew heavier and heavier.
His hands had been shaken numb, and the webbing between his thumbs and index fingers had split open.
The six-color light on the thunder spear began to grow dim.
"No..."
"How can my True Qi be consumed so fast?"
Lin He wanted to continue urging the Six-Color Ancient Thunder.
But only a sense of emptiness came from within his body.
The consumption of True Qi by the Thunder-Self Esoteric Art was simply too great.
Having released over a hundred thunder pellets just now, he didn't have much True Qi left to begin with.
Being able to persist until now was already close to his limit.
The six-color thunder light in Lin He's eyes began to dissipate.
The thunder patterns beneath his skin also vanished one by one.
The Thunder-Self Esoteric Art was lifted.
The thunder spear in his hand shook a few times and directly dissipated into thunder light.
Lin He stood on the arena, panting heavily.
He looked at the six Demonic Sabers surrounding him, despair appearing in his eyes for the first time.
The spirit-blocking forbidden talisman had been used.
The Thunder-Self Esoteric Art had also been successfully unleashed.
Yet he still couldn't beat Lin Chuan.
Why?
"How could this be..."
"I clearly worked so hard, and I have an S-Rank Talent."
"I even took the Thunder King as my master."
"How could I possibly lose to you?"
Lin Chuan put away the six Demonic Sabers and walked toward him.
"Your performance just now was not bad."
Lin He abruptly raised his head.
Four True Qi arms had already rushed out from behind Lin Chuan.
Two grabbed Lin He's wrists.
The other two grabbed his ankles.
Lin He's True Qi was exhausted, making it utterly impossible for him to break free.
The four True Qi arms exerted force simultaneously, lifting his entire body into mid-air.
His hands and feet were pulled completely apart.
"Lin Chuan!"
"What are you going to do?"
A strong sense of unease arose in Lin He's heart.
Lin Chuan stood in front of him, clenching his right fist.
"Under pressure just now, you successfully comprehended the Thunder-Self Esoteric Art."
"This proves that method is useful."
"I'll give you a bit more pressure."
Looking down and seeing Lin Chuan staring at his crotch, Lin He's face instantly turned pale.
"You're insane!"
Lin Chuan raised his fist.
"breakthrough one more time, and Big Brother won't beat you."
Bang!
The fist smashed against the crotch protector.
Lin He's body trembled violently.
"Awooh!"
The miserable scream echoed throughout the entire martial arts arena.
All the spectators were stunned.
The men in the stands subconsciously clamped their legs shut.
Zhou Ye had originally wanted to cheer for Lin He, but seeing this scene, the voice in his mouth was forcibly held back.
The bullet comments in the livestreaming room also completely exploded.
"Holy shit, this strike is way too vicious!"
"Of all places to hit, why hit specifically there?"
"Killing is fine, but don't torture!"
"I feel the pain through the screen!"
"Is this fucking a match or execution by torture?"
Lin Nan stood up directly from his seat.
"Lin Chuan, stop!"
"The outcome of the match is already very obvious, what else do you want to do?"
Lin Chuan didn't even look at him.
The rules of the match stated it very clearly.
The match would only end when one side conceded, fell out of the arena, or lost combat capability.
Lin He was still conscious and hadn't conceded out loud.
Naturally, the match could continue.
"Work a bit harder."
Lin Chuan threw another punch down.
Bang!
"Awooh!"
Lin He was in so much pain that his eyes bulged out, and his body struggled continuously.
"Are you going to breakthrough?"
"breakthrough your mom!"
Just as Lin He finished cursing, Lin Chuan's third punch arrived.
Bang!
A crisp sound came from the crotch protector.
A tiny crack appeared on it.
Seeing that crack when looking down, Lin He completely panicked.
This was a Tier-3 protective equipment specially prepared by the Lin family.
Now even the Tier-3 protector had been cracked by blows.
If this kept going, the protector might really shatter completely.
"Lin Chuan!"
"You fucking lunatic!"
"I see your spirit is still quite good."
Lin Chuan raised his fist once again.
"Come on, breakthrough one more time."
Bang!
The fourth punch fell.
The cracks on the protector increased once more.
The people in the stands no longer dared to look directly.
Even geniuses from the provincial capital like Shen Ye and Wei Ziang felt a chill down below.
Tang Hanyi looked at the arena with a strange expression.
She had seen quite a few ruthless people.
But this was the first time she had ever seen someone like Lin Chuan, forcing his own younger brother to breakthrough before his crotch protector shattered.
Sitting in the main grandstand, Pei Wubing almost spat out the wine in his mouth.
The Thunder King's expression was already dark and terrifying.
"Is this how you usually teach your disciple?"
"This has nothing to do with me."
Pei Wubing hurriedly waved his hand.
"Before he took me as master, his strikes were already quite vicious."
The Thunder King looked toward his disciple.
Although Lin He was beaten until he howled, no new thunder light appeared on his body.
Being able to comprehend the Thunder-Self Esoteric Artjust now was because he had previously learned the esoteric art's circulation route.
Now that Lin Chuan continued to apply pressure, it was impossible for him to comprehend a second Profound Meaning out of thin air.
Yet Lin Chuan still refused to give up.
Just a single return from the System earlier had allowed him to acquire the Perfection-level Purple Heaven Thunder-Self Esoteric Art.
If Lin He broke through one more time, he could still get another return.
With such a good opportunity, of course he had to try a few more punches.
"Don't just howl."
"Focus your attention, and try to feel the limit."
Bang, bang, bang, bang!!
"Awooh, ahhhh!!"
Although the protector wasn't shattered, the force still shook inside. With his hands and feet controlled, Lin Hewas in so much pain that tears came out.
"Did you feel anything?"
"I felt your mom! You beast!"
Lin He cursed while crying.
"It seems it's still not enough."
Lin Chuan nodded and threw several more punches down.
Snap!
The cracks on the crotch protector spread outward.
Looking down at the protector that could shatter at any moment, Lin He's lips trembled continuously.
He still wanted to curse.
But Lin Chuan's fist had already been raised once more.
Bang, bang, bang, bang!
"Ahhhhhh!!!!"
Lin He simply couldn't hold on anymore. It was too painful, a heart-piercing pain. His body shuddered, and his eyes rolled upward.
Foam came out of his mouth, and his head directly tilted backward.
He passed out cold entirely.
Lin Chuan stopped his fists.
The four True Qi arms placed Lin He down on the arena.
The referee immediately stepped forward to check.
Lin He was rolling his eyes, having completely lost consciousness.
"Lin He has lost combat capability!"
"The winner of this Lin Family Young Patriarch finals is—Lin Chuan!"
Cheers erupted from the stands in large numbers.
Lin Chuan, however, wasn't all that happy.
He stood beside Lin He and waited for a few seconds.
The System never showed any new prompt.
He only got one Profound Meaning.
Could his younger brother breakthrough one more time at the very last moment under extreme pressure?
Lin Chuan sighed.
"What a pity."