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Chapter Twenty-Three: Reunion with Lin Qing
"Seven, eight, nine, ten."
As the ten breaths came to an end, Lin Feng still had not appeared. The Head Elder felt a surge of anger; he had presided over the Inner Sect Disciples Competition for decades, yet there were still disciples who failed to arrive on time. It was utterly disrespectful.
"Lin Yun, is this the person you carefully selected?" The Head Elder shot a glance at Lin Yun before loudly announcing, "Outer Disciple Lin Feng's failure to appear on time will be considered as abandoning..."
"I'm here!"
Just as the Head Elder was about to finish his sentence, Lin Feng arrived just in time and spoke first. He dashed forward, his figure swiftly entering the Training Ground.
Upon seeing Lin Feng's arrival, Lin Yun instinctively looked for Lin Miaomiao. Sure enough, Lin Miaomiao returned alongside Lin Feng. Lin Yun walked directly towards Lin Miaomiao, completely ignoring Lin Feng on the Training Ground.
Lin Feng looked at the Head Elder and bowed slightly, saying, "Disciple Lin Feng is late due to unforeseen circumstances. I hope the Elder can forgive me."
The Head Elder snorted coldly and replied, "You certainly arrived just in time. Seeing your sincere attitude, I will let you off this time. If I had finished my sentence, even if you rushed here, it would have been of no use."
"Thank you for your great kindness, Elder." Lin Feng displayed an innocent smile.
Once the Head Elder stepped down, Lin Feng finally turned his gaze towards the youth in green across from him—his first opponent in the competition. When he clearly saw the young man's face, he was momentarily stunned.
The youth also showed a look of surprise upon seeing Lin Feng.
"How did he get here?" Lin Feng couldn't help but think.
"How is he still alive?" At the same time, the young man thought to himself.
The youth in green was none other than Lin Qing. Lin Longyu knew that Lin Xiao was suppressing his faction under false pretenses; he would never compromise. Therefore, Lin Longyu spent considerable manpower and resources to find an opportunity for Lin Qing to replace him as a disciple in the competition. Moreover, Lin Qing himself had decent talent and was considered above average in terms of Foundation, which led to him being selected by other elders.
Lin Feng revealed a cold smile, his eyes glinting with murderous intent. "What a narrow road for enemies."
"Lin Xiao is quite the schemer; my grandfather was played twice," Lin Qing said bitterly. He glanced at Lin Feng, feeling a surge of fear. In their last match, he had been inferior to Lin Feng, and this time he had no spiritual weapon to assist him.
Seeing that the two were hesitating to make a move, the Head Elder said, "What are you two standing around for? Hurry up."
Lin Qing felt an impulse to forfeit; he believed Lin Feng would not let him off easily.
Slowly backing away, the fear in Lin Qing's eyes intensified.
"Lin Qing, he's only at Dual Realm. What are you afraid of?" Elder Feize shouted.
The loud shout snapped Lin Qing back to reality. He turned to Fei Ze and asked, "Elder, are you sure he's only at Dual Realm?"
"Do you think I can misjudge?" Fei Ze retorted.
Those words acted like a calming pill for Lin Qing, reassuring him completely. After all, Lin Qing was currently at Triple Realm, and he had just undergone his transformation.
"What’s wrong? Not running away? Ready to die?" Lin Feng said coldly.
Lin Qing snorted. "You're just at Dual Realm. Previously, when we were both at Foundation, I lost to you. Now that your Foundation is below mine, it seems the old man has good eyesight; I will thoroughly kill you."
"Oh right, if I just kill you like this, the elders of Inner Sect might not look favorably upon me. So I'll wait until I become an Inner Sect Disciple and then slowly play with your life," Lin Qing said with a hint of amusement.
"The old man indeed has good eyesight; he sent you all this way for me to kill. However, this occasion is not suitable for murder. Let's just leave you crippled for now."
After finishing his words, Lin Feng moved like a wild wolf. He did not use Angry Dragon Fist but relied on his Physical Strength, swinging his fist toward Lin Qing.
"Looking for death."
Lin Qing wore a disdainful expression as he unleashed his Tiger Fist with full force. The humiliation he suffered yesterday would be repaid double today. He aimed to take down Lin Feng with a single strike.
Lin Qingru had entered the Triple Realm, harnessing Vital Energy Power within him. Previously, in the Triple Realm, his True Qi-enhanced Tiger Fist could exert six thousand pounds of force. Now, it had increased to fifteen thousand pounds, a significant enhancement.
Lin Feng's fist appeared ordinary but carried a powerful punch. In contrast, Lin Qing's fist roared like a fierce tiger, and one could almost see the form of the tiger emerging in the air.
Bang...
The two fists collided swiftly.
Ah...
At the moment of impact, a piercing scream echoed.
The two figures separated. Lin Feng stood unmoving like a mountain, while Lin Qing's entire arm was left mangled and bloody. Lin Feng's punch had shattered Lin Qing's fist and even crushed the bones in his forearm.
Lin Qing stared at his blood-soaked hands, terror etched on his face. His hands were ruined. A searing pain surged through him, unbearable and relentless.
"Is it true that a second-tier Cultivation can shatter the hands of someone in the third tier?"
"Where did this monster come from? This is terrifying!"
"And he didn't even use his Vital Energy; he relied solely on his Physical Strength."
Lin Feng's strength astonished everyone present, including the outer sect elders. Even some Inner Sect Elders showed interest.
"Is that really him?" Lin Yun asked incredulously.
"Of course," Lin Miaomiao replied with a proud smile. While others might be shocked by Lin Feng's performance, she knew from witnessing his efforts along the way what he was destined to become.
"Lin Feng, you've been training like a madman, and now you finally reap the rewards," Lin Miaomiao thought to herself, feeling genuinely happy for Lin Feng.
The Head Elder was stunned for a moment before coming to his senses. He stepped onto the Training Ground and announced, "In this round, Lin Feng is the winner."
"The next match is Lin Lie against Meng Kuo."
Lin Lie was honest and straightforward, responsible for assisting Elder Lin in managing the Lin Clan Disciples. His sincere care for everyone earned him the affectionate title of 'Big Brother' among the disciples. In truth, he was indeed the oldest among them, about to turn seventeen in just a few days.
With a goofy smile, Lin Lie walked onto the Training Ground, facing a cold and arrogant young man dressed in black.
"Go for it, Big Brother!" cheered the Lin Clan Disciples.
"Thank you, thank you," Lin Lie replied with a nod of gratitude to everyone.
"Waste of time, are you ready yet?" Meng Kuo said coldly, his words dripping with impatience and disdain.
"Why is this guy so rude? Big Brother, teach him a lesson!" one of the disciples exclaimed angrily.
"A bunch of useless people wasting others' time," Meng Kuo said as he looked at the Head Elder. "Can we start?"
"It has already begun," the Head Elder replied.
"Then let's finish this."
With that, Meng Kuo did not even bother to unleash his cultivation. In an instant, he moved like a dark cloud, swiftly appearing right in front of Lin Lie.
Lin Lie felt a surge of alertness; however, Meng Kuo's speed was too fast. He had no time to counterattack and could only activate his cultivation for defense.
Bang...
Meng Kuo struck too quickly. What seemed like an ordinary palm hit Lin Lie's defense circle, and with a loud crash, Meng Kuo's powerful hand shattered Lin Lie's defenses and landed heavily on his chest.
Lin Lie felt an immense force surge towards him, and everything went dark for a moment as he coughed up blood, flying backward and crashing out of the Training Ground.
Lin Feng reacted swiftly, moving quickly to catch Lin Lie. The moment he caught him, an astonishing force hit him, causing Lin Feng to immediately plant his right foot on the ground. The force of the impact lifted his clothes in the wind, and the ground beneath him cracked as he stabilized himself.
Lin Feng felt a tingling in his hands and couldn't help but think, "What a strong person."
Lin Yun suddenly stood up, looking at the Black-Clad Youth in disbelief. "Ninth Layer."
"Did you hear that? Someone has already reached the Ninth Layer. It's terrifying. How can we compete?"
"This year's first place must belong to him."
Amidst countless gasps and praises, Meng Kuo remained indifferent. He arrogantly walked off the Training Ground, believing that the admiration of the worthless only tarnished the meaning of praise.
Fei Ze looked at Lin Yun, feeling elated. This was his trump card, giving him confidence that he could definitely win against Lin Yun. Solitary Moon City had been established for over a thousand years, and the selection of Outer Disciples had gone through centuries. Yet, there had never been an Outer Disciple who reached the Ninth Layer. Moreover, Meng Kuo was only fourteen years old.
Lin Yun fell into complete silence. The Ninth Layer— even among those raised in the Inner Sect, not all were stronger than him. It was important to note that Inner Sect Disciples practiced Martial Arts Techniques far beyond what these disciples from remote areas could compare to.
The competitions on the Training Ground continued without pause, and there were not just one but six competition venues set up across the vast Training Ground.
By the end of the day, Lin Feng had only participated in one match and won. Lin Miaomiao had yet to compete. On Lin Yun's side, only Lin Heng had made a name for himself. Although Lin Feng's performance was impressive, his Foundation was too low to gain much attention.
This year's disciples were significantly more talented than in previous years; even Fourth Realm disciples were overshadowed. In past years, Fourth Realm would have easily made it into the top fifteen.
In the Inner Sect Disciples Competition, Meng Kuo became a sensation. It was reported that many elders from the Inner Sect had begun vying for him. A few elders nearly came to blows over their desire to recruit Meng Kuo.
Fei Ze's side became lively while Lin Yun's side felt desolate. Lin Yun remained deeply furrowed in thought, his mood heavy with concern.
As the night deepened, Fei Ze arrived at the courtyard where Lin Yun resided. He deliberately raised his voice and said, "Elder Lin, how have you been lately?"
Lin Yun looked up and saw that the person he least wanted to meet had come. He replied, "What good could it be? You've even discovered the Ninth Layer's talents; how did you manage that?"
"It's a matter of character. Fortune turns in cycles. You've worn the title of the top Outer Disciple for decades; it's about time it came to me," Fei Ze said with a smug smile throughout their exchange.
"That’s not necessarily true. Meng Kuo is indeed formidable. Even if he takes first place, so what? There are still nine spots available. As long as I secure six of them, I’ll consider it a victory," Lin Yun asserted confidently.
"I'm here today to kindly inform you that I have a very impressive disciple. This year, you might only manage to secure one spot, and that would be for someone named Lin Heng, who barely qualifies," Fei Ze laughed heartily as he left.
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