Three punches defeat Qin Yu!
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Everyone was stunned. The entire street was silent. No one expected Qin Yu to be defeated in such a manner, nor to be defeated so miserably. He lay on the ground, motionless.
"Heh heh..."
Lin Zhao turned and flashed a brilliant smile at the green-skirted and pink-skirted maidens in front of Mingyue Tower, saying, "Your Brother Qin Yu has lost..."
"You!"
Everyone gritted their teeth.
Lin Zhao brushed the dust off himself, clasped his hands at the crowd, and disappeared into the throng.
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All day long, the news of Lin Zhao defeating Qin Yu in three punches spread through Fusu Great Wall like a thunderclap. In just one day, everyone knew that Qin Yu, the foremost young talent of Fusu Great Wall, had been defeated. And he was knocked out in three punches by a young martial artist of the same age and realm. For a time, the faith of the younger generation in Fusu Great Wall crumbled.
Late at night, Lin Zhao sneaked out of the inn.
He went to a gambling house and exchanged his betting slips for a large sum of money. A thousand Qingfu coins had doubled two thousand times, becoming 2 million Qingfu coins. However, the gambling house didn't have that much Qingfu coin on hand, so it was converted into 180 Jinzi coins and 2,000 Feiyu coins. Overnight, Lin Zhao had taken away a corner of Fusu Great Wall's wealth.
"Time to go."
Lin Zhao frowned. When else would he leave if not now? He had offended too many people in Fusu Great Wall, having knocked down geniuses like Qin Yu, Liu Xilong, and Ye Lin. His reputation in Fusu Great Wall was currently unparalleled, and those who wanted to cause trouble for him would surely be numerous. Moreover, he had just taken so much money; the gambling house might be watching him. He had to leave.
Thus, under the moonlit night, the young man donned a gray cloak, slung his sword and bamboo basket on his back, and left the inn, heading south to quickly depart from Fusu Great Wall.
However, as he walked out of the south gate of Fusu Great Wall, a graceful figure stood on the city wall.
Lin Wanhua, a Golden Core Sword Cultivator of the Eighth Realm!
"Lin Zhao."
Lin Wanhua called out from atop the city wall.
"Huh?"
The young man turned and saw a woman of ethereal beauty standing on the city wall. She was very beautiful, but her eyes, as she looked at him, clearly held indignation, as if she wished she could cut him down with a single sword.
"Is something wrong?" Lin Zhao asked.
"My name is Lin Wanhua."
The other party smiled slightly and said, "Qin Yu's cousin."
"Oh..."
Lin Zhao scratched his head. "Miss Lin, are you here to see me off? Or to seek justice for Qin Yu?"
"Both."
Lin Wanhua gracefully descended from the city wall and stood before Lin Zhao, smiling. "During the day, you deliberately concealed your strength, causing Ye Lin, Liu Xilong, and my Qin Yu to suffer greatly. Afterward, you also swept away a large sum of money from the gambling house. Our Fusu Great Wall is a harsh and cold place. Everyone strives for advancement in martial arts, and it is not easy for every cultivator to save money. Is it appropriate for you, Lin Zhao, to act this way?"
"It's nothing, really."
Lin Zhao said, "After all... I was cultivating on the city wall before, and Fusu Great Wall gave me no small amount of humiliation. Those arrogant fellows like Qin Yu and Liu Xilong didn't even regard me, an outsider, with respect. But in my eyes, their strength was only average. If I don't beat them, who should I beat? Miss Lin, if you attack me now, you're being unreasonable."
"Indeed!"
Lin Wanhua gently pushed the sword blade out of its scabbard with her thumb. A cold gleam flashed. She smiled slightly, "I just want to be unreasonable tonight. Since you, Lin Zhao, can beat my brother when you don't like him, why can't I, Lin Wanhua, beat you when I don't like you?"
"There's some sense to that..."
Lin Zhao stroked his chin and mused, "But in the end, it's just bullying people by relying on your higher realm?"
"What else?"
Lin Wanhua pointed her sword blade and laughed, "Shall we fight further away? So as not to let the city guards see your disgrace?"
"I'm not going."
Lin Zhao shook his head. "Let's fight here. If I lose, it doesn't matter if I'm disgraced; I have a thick skin. But if Miss Lin loses, that would be a true disgrace."
"Sharp tongue!"
Lin Wanhua gritted her silver teeth. "Do you really think of yourself as someone important?"
"What else do you think?!"
"Asking for a beating!"
Lin Wanhua directly attacked. A streak of white sword light bloomed in the south of the city, slashing straight towards Lin Zhao. Beyond the sword light, there was only a dense mass of sword energy. After this strike, no matter from which angle Lin Zhao retreated, he could not evade it. An Eighth Realm Golden Core genius sword cultivator, this was Lin Wanhua's strength, far beyond what someone of Qin Yu's age could compare to.
Lin Zhao's heart chilled. He instantly ignited a Speed Talisman, channeling all his true qi. A Battle God Gall within him emitted a radiant golden light. Through his meridians, a fire Qilin burned fiercely, circulating with the true qi within him. He immediately lunged to the left, shattering countless fine sword energies with a punch, and then, with all his strength, he threw a punch at Lin Wanhua.
"Delusional!"
Lin Wanhua swung her sword, and rolling sword energy erupted. She directly clashed with Lin Zhao's punch, causing his fist to throb with pain. The fine sword energy drilled straight into the martial artist's Qi Sea. The attack of a Golden Core Sword Cultivator was indeed extraordinary. Fortunately, the Battle God Gall anchored his physical body, and coupled with the fierce surge of the Fire Qilin's power within him, he could suppress these chaotic sword energies for a short time.
Lin Zhao threw his second punch, heading straight for Lin Wanhua's face.
Lin Wanhua gritted her teeth, splitting off a strand of sword energy to her left and right, then pointed her sword directly at Lin Zhao's throat. This was clearly a killing blow.
"A bit ruthless!"
Lin Zhao roared, unleashing a punch with the force of a charging bull onto Lin Wanhua's sword blade. A streak of blood appeared on his fist, while Lin Wanhua, along with her sword, was forced to retreat repeatedly. An Eighth Realm Sword Cultivator taking a punch from a Seventh Realm Martial Artist was naturally not easy, not to mention Lin Zhao's punch's intent and aura were enhanced by the Battle God Gall.
"Don't go!"
Lin Zhao let out a low growl, stomped his feet, and leaped forward, throwing another punch at Lin Wanhua's legs in mid-air.
"You..."
Lin Wanhua was not only enraged but also felt a hint of coldness in her heart. The Seventh Realm martial artist before her was simply too extraordinary, actually able to block her profound sword energy? She knew that north of Fusu Great Wall, when Lin Wanhua was pursuing an Eighth Realm demon cultivator, even the demon's robust physical body could not withstand the erosion of her sword energy. Who exactly was this Lin Zhao?
A Seventh Realm martial artist clashing head-on with an Eighth Realm Golden Core Sword Cultivator, wasn't this too absurd? After all, if a martial artist could defeat an opponent one realm higher, a sword cultivator could do the same. Why was it that here, she was being outdone by him?
With the Formation of the Galloping Horse and Sailing Ship style activated, in a flash, Lin Zhao had thrown dozens of punches, each hitting Lin Wanhua's protective sword aura. Lin Wanhua also unleashed rolling sword energy, filling the area outside the south gate with chaotic sword energy. Under this flawless offensive, Lin Zhao could only rely on his physical body to withstand the sword energy, seeking an opportunity to close in and strike a decisive blow.
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"Tsk tsk..."
Many people had already gathered on the south city wall.
A female Sword Immortal of the Eleventh Realm narrowed her eyes and smiled, "Just watched the excitement during the day, and now it's continuing at night... Tsk tsk, the people of our Fusu Great Wall are truly fortunate to have such a spectacle! Speaking of which... this little girl Lin Wanhua is only eighteen years old, her figure is so well-developed. Her sword energy is also rarely flawed. Give her a little more time, and she will surely reach the Upper Five Realms."
"Hmph!"
A Tenth Realm Martial Artist frowned and said, "This Lin Zhao is simply a monster. He defeated Qin Yu in three punches during the day, and at night... he's gone toe-to-toe with Qin Yu's cousin..."
"Interesting, interesting."
A sword-wielding young sword cultivator watched the battle outside the city gate and smiled, "Although Lin Wanhua is not a natural sword seed, her talent is actually stronger than Qin Yu's. Don't be fooled by Lin Zhao seemingly fighting her to a draw. Once Lin Wanhua gets serious and uses her innate flying sword, I'm afraid Lin Zhao will be at a disadvantage."
"What is Lin Zhao after?"
A middle-aged martial artist frowned. "Is he trying to tear down our Fusu Great Wall?"
"Hmph~~~"
An Eleventh Realm male Sword Cultivator sneered, "Since the first day Lin Zhao entered Fusu Great Wall, have the children of our Fusu Great Wall given him a single good look? Haven't those ignorant brats pointed at Lin Zhao's nose every day and told him to get lost? To put it bluntly, Lin Zhao's realm is too low. If he were a Rebirth Realm martial artist, he could truly tear down our Fusu Great Wall. Why should he endure insults without retaliation, endure beatings without fighting back, just because we are particularly good at bullying outsiders?"
His words silenced the group. This Sword Immortal had a bad temper; if you dared to talk back, he would draw his sword and cut you, and he was not responsible for any injuries.
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Outside the city gate, a fierce battle was underway.
After Lin Wanhua had unleashed over a hundred swords, Lin Zhao was already covered in injuries. Fortunately, the Battle God Gall protected his body, so they were only minor injuries. His punches became more and more fierce. After repeatedly clashing his fists against Lin Wanhua's long sword, Lin Zhao had become familiar with that sharpness. As a born martial artist, his scars were the best tempering.
"It's time to end this!"
Lin Wanhua suddenly thrust her sword forward, and then, a beam of white moonlight shot out from the Sword Cultivation Lake, instantly transforming into hundreds of beams!
Lin Wanhua's innate flying sword was named Feihua!
"Hm?!"
Lin Zhao was slightly startled. A rain of swords fell. If he couldn't defend himself now, he might die. He narrowed his eyes and retreated rapidly. The Battle God Gall hummed and buzzed. In a flash, Lin Zhao spotted something. Among the hundreds of Feihua swords, only one contained a dense sword aura. That was it!
A Valiant Spirit Talisman, and a Speed Talisman!
The young man charged forward against the danger and smashed a punch onto the innate flying sword Feihua. The flying sword vibrated with a hum, but its momentum remained fierce, piercing towards Lin Zhao's throat.
"You really want to kill me!?"
Lin Zhao roared, an inexplicable anger rising within him. He brought his fists together in front of his chest. With a loud clang, he forcefully clamped Feihua between his chest. At that moment, the flying sword began to show slight cracks. At the same time, Lin Zhao's mind stirred, and a beam of white light flew out from the first Sword Cultivation Lake!
Mingyue!
"Clang~~~"
With a light sound, Lin Wanhua's innate flying sword Feihua was directly shattered by half by Mingyue. You have a higher realm and a faster flying sword, that's fine. The flying sword my senior sister gave me is far superior to yours!
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"Ah..."
Lin Wanhua stumbled back dozens of steps. Her innate flying sword was damaged, and her realm began to become unstable.
The moment Lin Zhao released Feihua, he sank his body and landed a heavy punch on Lin Wanhua's chest, immediately pressing the beauty of Fusu Great Wall against the city wall.
As Lin Wanhua spat out blood in pain, Lin Zhao quickly retreated and fled.
"Lin Wanhua, we have no grudges, let this be the end of it!"
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Watching the figure disappear into the night, Lin Wanhua bit her red lips, her expression complex. Her beautiful eyes were covered with a misty veil, on the verge of tears. At this moment, she was no longer the genius sword cultivator of Fusu Great Wall, nor the most beautiful woman in the Xia Dynasty. She was merely a heartbroken woman.