Wu Yaohan, Mu Zhan, and Chu Hanrou, who have all faced Lin Chen, are at the eighth level of the Martial God rank, yet when they unleash their full potential, they may not necessarily lose to Wu Lang and others—the gap between them isn't significant.
Therefore, in the Sky Sword Pavilion, there are two at the ninth level of the Martial God rank. Even with other sects claiming to be strong, they don't have much advantage. They're all first-tier sects, and recruitnt remains fairly balanced and equitable.
Soon, this round of the competition concluded, and the fifty victors bead with joy, while the defeated wore expressions of frustration and resentnt. But alas, a loss is a loss.
Lin Chen sighed inwardly and quickly stepped forward to et Li Ping, who had just finished competing.
Recognizing Lin Chen, Li Ping forced a smile.
"Li Ping, don't worry, you've done really well!"
"Yeah, I know, thank you Lin Chen, I just feel a bit down at the mont."
"No worries, how long have you practiced? Just a month, it's normal not to beat them yet. Just train for a few more months, and there's always another opportunity to fight! You must believe in yourself!"
Lin Chen spoke the truth; individuals like them, joining the sect for rely over a month and then participating in battles, were essentially just numbers, cannon fodder.
For Lin Chen and Li Ping to have advanced to this round and stood out in the scuffle was already quite an achievent, considering their opponents might have trained for six months or even a year.
Upon hearing this, Li Ping's mood eased slightly, and he promptly looked at Lin Chen and said:
"Brother Lin Chen, I understand, thank you! After this, I'll treat you to a drink! You haven't competed yet, so best of luck!"
Seeing Li Ping regain his spirit, Lin Chen smiled and said:
"I will, rest assured! I'm counting on that drink you promised!"
"Hahaha!"
At this mont, seeing that all the arenas had determined their winners, Sword Bone spoke up:
"Ahem, alright, since all one hundred disciples have found their win or loss, now the ones holding numbers fifty-one to one hundred should proceed to the arena in order!"
Upon hearing this, Lin Chen nodded at Li Ping, gave a reassuring look, and then directly headed to his designated arena.
A mont later, Lin Chen saw his opponent, a Martial Artist at the fifth level of the Martial God rank. Judging from his attire, he was a disciple of the Sunlight Sect.
The Sunlight Sect disciple glanced at Lin Chen, noticed his cultivation was at the fourth level, and instantly sneered:
"A four-level Martial God actually coming out victorious from the lee? Tsk, tsk, you sure got lucky!"
"Hey, kid from Sky Sword Pavilion, the one who defeats you is nad Huang Hao! Rember it well!"
Faced with the arrogance of Huang Hao, Lin Chen felt sowhat resigned—why are there always people with such inflated egos? He didn't know that Huang Hao had truly relied on luck during the lee; his skills were not exceptional, succeeding only by chance and avoiding elimination. Hence, he constantly watched his surroundings, retreating to a new spot if anyone stronger than the fifth level appeared, successfully advancing through evasion.
Compared to Lin Chen, Huang Hao was indeed the lucky one, yet he believed Lin Chen's advancent was due to sheer luck, not knowing Lin Chen's true strength.
Naturally, Lin Chen couldn't be bothered with argunts, casually saying:
"So, you're Huang Hao? I'm not interested in more words; it's all futile. Rember, the one who defeats you is Lin Chen!"
Retorting Huang Hao's words in kind, his face turned slightly awkward, leading him to angrily shout:
"Kid, you're too arrogant! Humph! Fine, let's see my power!"
With that, Huang Hao said no more, determined to teach the reckless Lin Chen a lesson.
He focused his energy, and his aura burst forth, revealing the fifth-level Martial God presence.
Seeing Lin Chen's continued calm deanor, Huang Hao inwardly cursed:
"Hmph, still putting on a calm act at this point! Just wait, I'll knock you flat!"
He then moved his hand, and the yellow divine energy surged from within, making his hand resemble solid gold, radiating intense heat.
"Taste the power of my Sunlight Palm!"
Without further words, Huang Hao dashed forward towards Lin Chen, his yellow divine energy growing hotter.
At this point, Lin Chen remained inactive, just slowly raised his hand.
Seeing this, Huang Hao squinted suspiciously, yet his movents did not slow.
"Playing tricks, let
defeat you in one strike!"
Confident in his attack, Huang Hao believed the entry-level Sunlight Palm of the Sunlight Sect, though low-level, was powerful due to his diligent practice. As the gap closed, he already envisioned Lin Chen being struck down, lying and pleading.
But as Huang Hao's palm neared Lin Chen's chest, Lin Chen's energy suddenly erupted—though at the fourth-level, it seed incredibly solid and robust.
He channeled his divine energy, causing his loose sleeve to bulge, resembling steel under its influence, then, seemingly slowly yet swiftly, he aid at Huang Hao's palm.
Suddenly, Huang Hao's heart skipped—a sense of danger surged within him.
Despite his moderate skills, Huang Hao was gifted at sensing danger; it was why he successfully navigated the lee, relying on this sharp intuition.
Now, he sensed the sa intuition regarding Lin Chen.
Initially appearing steady like an unyielding stone, Lin Chen's abilities and intentions seed inscrutable. However, his sudden burst felt like a powerful tiger, fierce and unstoppable, yet he was rely a fourth-level Martial God—a contradiction making Huang Hao pause, noticing Lin Chen's sleeve changing trajectory, striking Huang Hao's wrist head-on. His once imposing attack was instantly neutralized, and Lin Chen's strength surged, making Huang Hao's wrist feel as if it might break, forcing him to retreat several steps.
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