Chapter 42: Too Strong, Winning by Lasting a Few More Moves

"Master Lingyu is still using this same move."

Lin Xuan raised his hand and blocked the incoming kick without even swaying his body.

Instead, Zhang Lingyu, who had enveloped his entire body in the Golden Light Spell, was sent flying back by the rebound.

After a few flips in the air, Zhang Lingyu landed, and without a moment's hesitation, he stomped his feet on the ground and charged forward again.

Before the gasps of surprise could even rise from the stands, Zhang Lingyu, who had rushed up, stood frozen in place, a fine layer of sweat seeping from his forehead.

The Golden Light Spell that had been covering his body had dissipated.

But it wasn't because he had dispersed it himself; it had been shattered by a single slap.

Glancing slightly to the side at the palm lingering near his ear, he realized it hadn't even touched him, yet it had forcibly blasted apart the Golden Light Spell he had cast.

But how on earth was this done?

It was a similar situation at the Lu family residence that day.

"I've lost again!"

Zhang Lingyu forced a smile, took a step back, then turned and leaped onto the stands.

"Junior Brother, this move looks familiar."

Tian Jinzhong said cheerfully.

He seemed unconcerned by Zhang Lingyu's defeat, his eyes fixed instead on Lin Xuan.

"It's different. This Life and Fate Dual Cultivation is truly formidable; perhaps even Na Ruhu's hard-body training is not as good as his."

The Quanzhen sect advocates the ultimate Life and Fate Dual Cultivation to nourish the inner elixir.

But he had truly never seen Life and Fate cultivation reach this level.

Lao Tianshi could tell that Lin Xuan's move just now wasn't a technique to shake the Upper Middle Lower Three Elixirs, but rather one that acted directly upon the Golden Light Spell.

He had forcibly shattered the cast Golden Light Spell.

Although Zhang Lingyu was young, his cultivation had not lagged behind, and he was outstanding among the younger generation.

To achieve this level, one's Life and Fate cultivation would need to be at least several times stronger to barely manage it.

Yet Lin Xuan looked completely at ease.

"He didn't even use the Hushou Zhou."

As he spoke, Lao Tianshi looked at Fang Dongtian beside him.

Fang Dongtian was smiling so hard his eyes were mere slits, watching the arena.

The stands were silent.

Junior Uncle Zhang Lingyu was defeated in a single exchange?

Where did this great expert pop out from? Judging by his age, he's about the same as Junior Uncle, right?

Junior Uncle Zhang Lingyu was taken in as a disciple by the Tianshi; his talent and aptitude were both very high.

Thus, the scene before them made many Longhu Mountain disciples doubt reality.

"Could it be some old senior who knows the art of retaining youth?"

Someone guessed.

"Have you been reading too many novels?"

Someone retorted, speechless.

Rong Shan and the others looked at the returning Zhang Lingyu, exchanged glances, and their expressions became incomparably serious.

Zhang Lingyu had just brought Lao Tianshi's words, telling them to go all out next.

The three of them had agreed readily, but in their hearts, they hadn't really intended to do so.

It wasn't a life-or-death battle; was it really necessary?

But now, seeing this scene, they finally understood their master's intention.

If they didn't go all out, they would likely be finished in a single exchange as well.

"Fourth Senior Brother?"

Rong Shan and Liang Guofu looked at the round-faced Zhao Huanjin.

"You know my strength; it's not even as good as yours, and Junior Brother is about to catch up to me."

Zhao Huanjin shook his head.

"Senior Brother, please don't be modest."

Rong Shan said, looking at Zhao Huanjin.

"Alright, I'll go test the waters."

After Zhao Huanjin finished speaking, his round body leaped down from the stands.

It looked somewhat clumsy, but when he landed, not even the dust in the arena was stirred up.

With his hands tucked into the wide sleeves of his Daoist Robe, Zhao Huanjin walked in front of Lin Xuan.

"Daoist, I am Zhao Huanjin, the Tianshi's fourth disciple and Lingyu's fourth senior brother. However, I am not very skilled in cultivation, so I hope you will show mercy, Daoist."

Zhao Huanjin, with his eyes squinted, looked amiable, and he spoke neither fast nor slow.

"Please, Daoist!"

Lin Xuan nodded slightly and raised his hand in a gesture of invitation.

"Master said my mind is complex and designated me to specialize in the Golden Light Spell. Although my mind is restless, I am still obedient, so I hope you will offer some guidance on my nearly thirty years of Golden Light Spell cultivation, Daoist."

As his voice fell, he cast the Longhu Mountain Golden Light Spell.

The originally round Zhao Huanjin turned into a golden, shining fat man.

Even his facial features were somewhat obscured.

But this golden light was not as overly externalized as Zhang Lingyu's; it seemed to be just a layer on his body.

It's just that the texture looks extremely strong.

Clearly, his cultivation of the Golden Light Spell alone is quite a bit stronger than Zhang Lingyu's.

To be accepted as a disciple by the Tianshi, not a single one is an easy opponent.

"Daoist, your Golden Light Spell technique is truly formidable."

Lin Xuan also sighed with emotion.

The disciples of Longhu Mountain on the spectator stand were also stunned.

In the past, Zhao Huanjin always appeared kind, as if he were always smiling.

I never expected him to be this formidable.

"I don't deserve such praise, Daoist; I only hope to withstand one slap from you. However, since my master saw that my cultivation of the Golden Light Spell was decent, he taught me a few tricks.

So, Daoist, please be careful."

Zhao Huanjin warned, and with white electric light flashing beneath his feet wrapped in golden light, he arrived in front of Lin Xuan in an instant.

Lightning Method.

Facing the punch aimed at his chest, Lin Xuan raised his hand to catch it with his palm.

Bang!

A muffled sound rang out, stirring up ripples of airflow.

Lin Xuan, having blocked the incoming fist, curled his five fingers, intending to seize the fist in his hand.

But the next moment, the fat man before him flashed with lightning beneath his feet once more.

No wonder they are fellow disciples; the angle of this kick was exactly the same as the one Zhang Lingyu used just now.

He raised his arm to block just as before, and then, a gust of wind struck toward his back.

It seems there are still some differences.

Blocking the incoming kick, Lin Xuan turned slightly to the side, evading the strike.

Zhao Huanjin, missing his strike, immediately withdrew and retreated, not pausing for even a moment.

It seemed he had no intention of letting Lin Xuan grab him at all.

"Very fast, but I am actually not slow either."

Looking at Zhao Huanjin, who was seven or eight meters away and appeared to be thinking about how to strike next, Lin Xuan chuckled and said.

Zhao Huanjin was stunned, and then his pupils contracted sharply.

The figure that was seven or eight meters away just a moment ago had arrived before his eyes in an instant.

Before he could react, he felt as if his chest had been hit head-on by a heavy truck.

Boom!

With a loud explosion and a ring of sonic boom clouds, the golden-shining Zhao Huanjin flew backward, his speed extremely fast, appearing as if he were about to crash into the wall at the edge of the arena.

At this speed, even with a formidable cultivation of the Golden Light Spell, he would likely be injured.

No matter how tough a human body is or how deep one's cultivation, it is still far inferior to the stones used to build the arena.

Especially at such a high speed.

Just as he was about to crash, Lao Tianshi almost intervened; a figure appeared behind Zhao Huanjin, raised a hand to catch him, and then used the momentum to flick his wrist.

The round body flew up and landed toward the spectator stand.

But by this time, the speed had already decreased significantly.

Zhao Huanjin also recovered from his shock, and after flipping and landing on the spectator stand, he felt his entire body soaked in sweat.

Good heavens, I had absolutely no power to fight back.

Still shaken, Zhao Huanjin looked at his three junior brothers and shook his head with a bitter smile.

"Too strong, we are completely not on the same level. You guys too—just lasting a few more moves counts as winning; this has truly been an eye-opener."