"Is that so?"
The purple-clad youth clapped his palms together, and wisps of spiritual energy flames immediately rose. He sneered, "If I strike you dead with one palm, you can't blame anyone else!"
Lin Zhao frowned, raised his fist forward, and chuckled, "If you truly have the ability, I beg you to kill me right now."
"Good!"
The purple-clad youth attacked again, enveloped in fierce flames. In the eyes of the spectators, the young man named Lin Zhao was struggling, dealing with the onslaught somewhat desperately. However, his solid foundation as a sixth-realm martial artist was substantial, giving him good endurance. If not for his robust physique, he would have been defeated long ago.
Thus, Lin Zhao unleashed over a hundred punches, fighting the purple-clad youth back and forth, neither gaining the upper hand.
...
"Hmph!"
A middle-aged seventh-realm sword cultivator, holding a bowl of noodles with scallions, slurped loudly before looking up at the battlefield. He sneered, "This kid Lin Zhao... his martial body is indeed solid, but it's a shame about his boxing techniques... they're simply not suitable for refined occasions..."
"Indeed."
A hunter carrying a roe deer on his shoulder frowned and said, "A few days ago, I saw Lin Zhao cultivating his boxing intent on the city wall and thought his intent was profound and his presence awe-inspiring. Now, it seems to be just a hollow show."
"Not necessarily."
A middle-aged martial artist with a unibrow squinted his eyes and chuckled, "Although that Zhang family kid in the gaudy purple clothes appears to attack ferociously and majestically, in reality, a spiritual cultivator who can't quickly defeat him will inevitably suffer losses in the end. Therefore, I believe Lin Zhao will ultimately win this match."
"Hmph~~~"
Someone scoffed, "If it's this difficult to fight a sixth-realm spiritual cultivator, how will he fight a born sword seed or a born general seed?"
The crowd erupted in laughter, and when they looked at Lin Zhao, it was as if they were watching a jester. Da Feng Novel Network
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In the center of the street, Lin Zhao delivered a powerful punch, causing the purple-clad youth to stagger backward. His spiritual energy was nearly depleted, yet this kid from Xueyu Tianchi seemed to possess inexhaustible strength. Moreover, his fist energy appeared to be increasing with each exchange, making it unbearable for the purple-clad youth.
"Old Six, give it up!"
Qin Yu frowned and said, "You are no match for him. Surrender!"
"I..."
The purple-clad youth was full of reluctance but still followed Qin Yu's words obediently. After retreating several steps, he frowned and said, "I lose."
"Thank you for your mercy!"
Lin Zhao clasped his fists and smiled, staggering slightly as if he might fall.
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"Next, shall I?"
Ye Lin, a seventh-realm spiritual cultivator known as the born affection seed, asked.
"Mm."
Qin Yu and Liu Xilong nodded in unison.
Ye Lin stepped out from the crowd, cupped his fist towards Lin Zhao, and smiled, "Are you still up for it? You look like you can barely stand steady. How about... we postpone the fight to another day?"
"No need."
Lin Zhao gritted his teeth and said, "Today. Let's decide the winner today!"
"Alright!"
Ye Lin smiled slightly, "Then I'll have you retreat within three moves, saving everyone's time."
"Fine."
Lin Zhao also smiled, "Then do your best."
"Hmph!"
Ye Lin couldn't stand this kind of defiance. This person was clearly refusing a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit. Did he truly not respect the entire Fusang Great Wall? With that thought, Ye Lin grew angrier, leaped forward, and lightly clasped his hand in the air. A wisp of peach blossom dharma image immediately swept in with the wind. In the next second, peach petals shot towards Lin Zhao's face like arrows.
"Huh?"
Lin Zhao hastily dodged to the side, but he didn't entirely escape. A thin bloody mark appeared on his cheek.
The Ye family's ultimate technique, "A Single Flower Pluck"!
"Be careful~~~"
Ye Lin laughed heartily and, in the blink of an eye, flew forward. Countless dancing flower petals transformed into offensive techniques, shooting towards Lin Zhao with exceptional ferocity and beauty. Instantly, the gazes of the watching young girls turned towards Ye Lin with immense admiration and affection. A born affection seed was indeed a born affection seed, possessing high realm and beautiful moves. His attack surpassed countless others in the mortal world. No wonder he could be infatuated everywhere along the Fusang Great Wall.
Lin Zhao spread his boxing stance, his body radiating boxing energy. In the next moment, he punched with all his might, sending waves of energy towards the oncoming rain of petals, forming a wall of fist energy. It was indeed extremely difficult for a sixth-realm martial artist to fight a well-grounded seventh-realm cultivator like Ye Lin. In an instant, Lin Zhao felt his true qi was about to falter.
"Kneel and surrender... immediately!"
Ye Lin leaped into the air, plucked three petals, and unleashed them like lightning bolts, each imbued with faint thunderous power, striking towards Lin Zhao!
"It's over..."
A middle-aged eighth-realm martial artist frowned, "Lin Zhao is going to lose!"
"The Ye family's ultimate technique, 'Plum Blossom Three Questions,' is indeed formidable!"
A seventh-realm young sword cultivator holding a long sword frowned, "Seventh realm against seventh realm, I wouldn't be able to defeat Ye Lin."
"Lin Zhao, what a pity..."
Someone sighed, "At such a young age, he's already achieved such a solid sixth-realm martial cultivation. It's a shame... he's still far inferior to the top talents of our Fusang Great Wall. Fighting Ye Lin, he has absolutely no chance of winning..."
...
Just as everyone was certain Lin Zhao would lose, with a "bang," a wave of white energy exploded outwards from Lin Zhao's dantian. In that instant, Lin Zhao's martial aura surged by at least fifty percent, his speed skyrocketed, and with a twist of his body, he dodged two of the "Plum Blossom Three Questions" and then smashed the third one with a head-on punch.
"Ah?!"
The eighth-realm middle-aged martial artist who had spoken earlier was astonished, "Breaking through mid-battle? He's reached the seventh realm!"
"Hahahaha~~~"
An old sword immortal drinking yellow wine squinted his eyes, "He's reached the seventh realm. This kid is sly, suppressing his cultivation~~~"
In the crowd, Lin Wanhua, wearing a white dress and holding a sword, frowned. This heavenly proud daughter had secretly blended into the crowd to watch the duel. In truth, she didn't want to come, but since her cousin Qin Yu was also scheduled to fight, she decided to observe.
On the street, Lin Zhao and Ye Lin were engaged in battle.
This time, it was a seventh-realm martial artist against a seventh-realm spiritual cultivator.
Lin Zhao was now a seventh-realm Chaoyuan realm martial artist. His true qi flowed from outside to inside, reaching his internal organs, giving him a sensation of opening the Ren and Du meridians. His boxing winds were sharp and fierce, constantly clashing with Ye Lin's "A Single Flower Pluck." As a proud scion of the younger generation of the Fusang Great Wall, Ye Lin's seventh realm was also exceptionally powerful.
An ordinary seventh-realm spiritual cultivator, facing a well-grounded seventh-realm martial artist, would generally lose. They might be able to withstand ten of the opponent's punches, but certainly not a hundred. The continuous fist energy and the rock-solid physique of a seventh-realm martial artist were enough to overwhelm a seventh-realm spiritual cultivator, like a praying mantis facing a beetle, with no way to retaliate.
However, Ye Lin was a genius. Even after Lin Zhao broke through, he could still suppress Lin Zhao in the fight!
Peach blossoms whirled in the air, leaving numerous scratches on Lin Zhao's body. Although they were all superficial wounds, the overall picture clearly showed Ye Lin gaining the upper hand, with a significant advantage!
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"Hmph..."
A ninth-realm old sword immortal gnawing on corn sneered, "What if he broke through? He's still just a paper-thin seventh-realm martial artist. Perhaps in the territory of the Great Shang Dynasty, he could call himself a master and roam freely, but what waves can he make in our Fusang Great Wall? Although Ye family's born affection seed is flashy and disgusting, his family background and personal strength are undeniable. What right does Lin Zhao have to win?"
Someone echoed, "Exactly, Lin Zhao's injuries are getting worse. Although he's seventh realm, compared to Ye Lin's seventh realm... he's truly too far behind!"
"Within thirty moves, Lin Zhao will surely lose!" someone declared loudly.
However, the two youths in the arena fought with increasing fervor. Ye Lin's moves became more elaborate, plucking a rain of flowers from the sky, while Lin Zhao's punches were solid and unpretentious, shattering Ye Lin's peach blossoms with each exchange. Simultaneously, he retreated continuously, with little room for counter-attack. Even so, Lin Zhao continued to "fight desperately," and before long, the battle had surpassed two hundred moves.
The crowd watched with some annoyance. How many fierce blows had the youth taken from Ye Lin? Yet, he simply refused to fall.
Ye Lin in the arena was also troubled, even feeling a chill in his heart and a growing sense of unease. Lin Zhao's punches, though appearing soft and weak, had managed to block every killing blow. A martial artist could fight day and night with a single breath of true qi, but as a spiritual cultivator, Ye Lin couldn't. His spiritual energy was depleted, naturally weakening his combat power.
"Lin Zhao!"
Ye Lin pointed a finger, and dozens of peach petals shot out like sword qi. He sneered, "If you don't surrender now, don't blame me for being ruthless!"
Lin Zhao stumbled backward, somersaulting and falling to the ground in a disheveled state, but he managed to dodge this killing blow.
The youth scrambled to his feet and continued to punch the born affection seed!
...
"Ye Lin isn't looking good..."
Someone frowned, "His face is flushed red. Is he really going to lose?"
"Lin Zhao is a seventh-realm martial artist, and he's incredibly tenacious. Ye Lin's aura is already starting to decline..."
"This is bad, the Ye family will be disgraced this time!"
"Indeed, indeed!"
Amidst the crowd's murmurs, Lin Zhao threw punches, his body swaying and on the verge of collapsing with each one, yet he refused to fall. Eventually, Ye Lin collapsed first, sent staggering backward by Lin Zhao's punch, then kneeling on the ground, utterly depleted of strength.
"Ye Lin is exhausted!"
An old sword immortal gently flicked his sleeve, "Help him down."
"Yes!"
Lin Zhao stood in place, then plopped down onto the ground, beginning to recover his breath.
The surrounding cultivators buzzed with discussion.
"In reality, Ye Lin didn't lose. In terms of mastery of techniques and realm strength, he still crushed Lin Zhao. It's just that because Lin Zhao is a martial artist, Ye Lin's loss is quite unfair."
"Indeed, Lin Zhao has won two consecutive matches. He's truly walked into a pile of luck."
Someone cursed angrily, "Damn it... what a worthless born affection seed! The Ye family actually produced such a disgrace, causing me to lose five hundred Qingfu coins. I'm so furious!"
In the crowd, many were grumbling. Far too many people had bet on Ye Lin to win in the gambling houses. Conversely, those who bet on Lin Zhao did so with the idea of a long shot, and in the end, they made a fortune.
Everyone looked at Lin Zhao. Someone frowned, "He's already in this state. How will he fight the next match? Going against Liu Xilong, or Qin Yu, what's the difference from seeking death? Let's place bets. Quickly, bet on Liu Xilong. He'll likely be the next opponent!"
Instantly, a subtle undercurrent surged through the street, with everyone harboring their own thoughts.
...
"Whoosh!"
Lin Zhao slowly rose and pointed at Liu Xilong, the born general seed, saying, "Come on, seventh-realm martial artist versus seventh-realm martial artist!"
"Just what I wanted!"
Liu Xilong smiled slightly, took off his robe and handed it to a servant, his boxing intent surging powerfully.