Chapter 15

Lin Zheng stood quietly on the stage, turned to the referee on the stage, and bowed, "No, Elder, you misunderstood. I'm not trying to break the rules, but to end this match as soon as possible! Challenge Zhang Zhi? He's not worthy enough!"

Facing the gazes of countless people, Lin Zheng turned and shouted to the fifteen people waiting for the assessment below, including Zhang Zhi, "Come at me all at once!"

There was no roar, but the calm words left a feeling of unapproachability in those standing on the stage! The crowd watching went crazy, it was too domineering, too manly! Regardless of whether Lin Zheng succeeded or not, he would definitely leave a legend in the Wu Kong Sect's competition!

People below were constantly roaring, and many female disciples fainted in excitement! Some were cursing, and others were constantly inciting the remaining fifteen people! For a moment, the 36th arena became the center of the entire square! People from afar, learning the details, kept rushing over!

The underdog was about to unleash his fury! Was it a deliberate hype! Or was it creating a miracle!

On the 1st arena, Zhao Yu slapped his opponent down fiercely, his face ashen! On the 18th arena, the fat man, hearing all this, excitedly patted his belly, then mysteriously sent his opponent flying off the stage. Li Ruoshui, in front of a certain arena, frowned in worry, her small hands turning white, her mind unknown!

Regardless of whether Lin Zheng could fight against fifteen, the boldness of his words today was unprecedented in the Wu Kong Sect. People with various thoughts kept rushing to the 36th arena, making the other 35 arenas extremely awkward, with only a few dozen people in front, incomparable to the tens of thousands in front of the 36th arena!

Lin Zheng stood calmly on the stage, his sword unsheathed, his demeanor deep and serene, leaving the crowd secretly amazed. Just this aura alone made it impossible to associate him with the previous "waste" name!

The faces of the people being assessed on the 36th arena were a bit awkward. Except for Zhang Zhi, none of the others had the courage to face Lin Zheng alone, but if they gave up now, how could they face others in the future?

If they all came at him together, there would still be a chance to fight. First, remove Lin Zheng, then they could fight each other. Maybe Lin Zheng and Zhang Zhi would both be injured, and they could benefit from it!

Everyone was secretly pondering, but Zhang Zhi had completely calmed down. He smiled faintly, holding his long knife in both hands, and began to walk up the stage step by step. The others looked at each other, and in the next moment, they all leaped up!

For a moment, the sixteen people on the stage each stood in place!

Except for Zhang Zhi, everyone's goal was clear: first, remove Lin Zheng, then accidentally remove Zhang Zhi, and then fight each other!

There are always surprises in a melee! Maybe they would accidentally advance!

Zhang Zhi looked at Lin Zheng calmly, slowly drawing his knife from the sheath, the sound of the old long knife rubbing against the sheath continuously stretching out, the blade covered in bloodstains and many notches, but no one dared to underestimate this knife. It was a fierce knife, a knife that had killed people!

Zhang Zhi held the long knife straight, pointing at Lin Zheng, his eyes flashing with a hint of madness!

Everyone took out their weapons and surrounded Lin Zheng, the moment seemed to freeze, Lin Zheng still stood calmly in the center of the stage, waiting for the referee to speak!

The crowd below held their breath, afraid of disturbing the people on the stage! The referee slowly floated in the air, raised his right hand, and then brought it down fiercely, the melee began!

The words "begin" were still echoing in the air when Lin Zheng's body suddenly burst with a continuous sound, his spiritual energy rapidly circulating, bursting through each joint, his entire body rushing towards the nearest disciple. This disciple, holding a heavy hammer, had not yet reacted when a powerful force hit his chest, the sound of bones breaking accompanying his flying body!

The sound in everyone's ears made them feel a bit numb, but the people on the stage instantly attacked Lin Zheng with various skills!

Zhang Zhi stood calmly on the side, his legs in a horse stance, both hands holding the long knife horizontally. He had no confidence in hitting Lin Zheng with one strike; Lin Zheng's speed was too fast, completely escaping his divine sense. He was quietly waiting, like a wild beast hunting prey, his eyes red, staring at the people in the arena!

The people in the arena were already crazy, they could not catch Lin Zheng's figure at all. They saw their weapons touch Lin Zheng, but he had already moved to another place!

Lin Zheng's dance-like movements were fully open, his footwork constantly changing! His divine sense finely sensed the attacks coming from around, predicting the directions of the attacks in advance, and then dodging them!

In the next moment, Lin Zheng came in front of an examinee, his left leg kicking fiercely at the abdomen. Like a stick hitting a sandbag, the person spat out a mouthful of blood, his body flying into the crowd!

The second person was out!

Then Lin Zheng rushed forward, grabbing the long staff coming at him with both hands, and with a fierce pull, the cultivator at the other end of the staff was lifted. Lin Zheng roared and threw the cultivator to the ground, the person instantly spitting blood and collapsing, his hands also releasing the staff!

Lin Zheng held the staff, pulled it back, and spiritual energy surged through his right arm. The spiritual energy, like a volcanic eruption, was suddenly thrown, and a cultivator who could not dodge in time had his chest bones shattered!

Wood chips fell from the sky, the people looked at each other, and then pounced on Lin Zheng. Lin Zheng caught the incoming fist, threw it forward like a sandbag, and followed with a kick, turning the person into a bent shrimp, the impact of the flying body like a galloping horse, crashing into the people following behind!

The sound of bones breaking had not yet faded when Lin Zheng, like a cheetah, rushed forward, turning his fist into a palm, and hit a person with a powerful strike. His hands then grabbed two people, dodged an incoming fist, and slammed their heads together!

Sigh! The crowd below drew in a sharp breath! In just a few breaths, Lin Zheng had experienced the most dangerous moment!

Lin Zheng's dance-like movements flashed, a knee strike hit a martial artist's chin, and a palm strike hit another cultivator's neck, both falling to the ground!

Just as Lin Zheng knocked down the last person, he felt a chill in his back, his hair standing on end, a fierce blood aura coming towards him!

Lin Zheng was hit before he could dodge, his clothes instantly torn, blood spurting out! A blood trail appeared on his back!

Enduring the burning pain, Lin Zheng flashed a few times, his body stepping forward a few more steps, the remaining force slowly dissipating! Lin Zheng turned to look at Zhang Zhi, who had just retracted his knife, his eyes cold!

Damn, that strike was too exquisite, catching him right after a wave of attacks, before new strength could be generated!

Lin Zheng felt the burning pain on his back, staring fiercely at Zhang Zhi. The old long knife in Zhang Zhi's hands was like a ferocious beast ready to devour!

The people on the stage, who had fallen, quickly ran to the bottom, afraid of being accidentally injured and unable to stand up again!

The crowd below watched the two people on the stage, the sixteen cultivators now reduced to two. Lin Zheng had easily knocked down fourteen opponents, and some people couldn't help but swallow their saliva, damn, Lin Zheng was so strong!

But Lin Zheng had been hit, and the outcome of the match was still uncertain, Zhang Zhi was a formidable opponent!

Suddenly, Zhang Zhi moved, his long knife turning into a rain of blades, fiercely attacking Lin Zheng! Lin Zheng opened his eyes wide, his hands clenched into fists, continuously striking the air!

This Lin Zheng was crazy! Using his fists to block a knife? The crowd was in an uproar!

Whether he was crazy or not, no one said it, but in the next moment, the crowd heard the continuous sound of fists and knives colliding, the sound like iron!

After a moment, Lin Zheng had several more blood trails on his body, while Zhang Zhi's shirt had been torn by Lin Zheng, his muscular upper body covered in black bruises!

Zhang Zhi half-squatted, wiping a trace of blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes becoming more frenzied, his aura more sinister, his knife beginning to vibrate, like a wild beast baring its fangs!

Lin Zheng's expression was serious, rapidly absorbing spiritual energy, his small joints constantly circulating, a faint suction force drawing the external spiritual energy into his body faster, the blood trails on his body still there, but no longer bleeding under his control!

In the next moment, Zhang Zhi moved, like a cheetah, rushing forward, choosing close combat! Lin Zheng's eyes narrowed, his feet moving, in the web of knives, he danced like a dancer on the edge of the blade, constantly dodging and moving. As time passed, Lin Zheng's speed slowed, his body adding several more wounds. If not for the skillful use of his dance-like movements, Lin Zheng would have been in danger!

Lin Zheng secretly thought it was not good. Even with the family's secret techniques and various skills, his spiritual energy was still too little. In terms of spiritual quality, Lin Zheng estimated himself to be around the 4th rank, after all, his true cultivation time was too short! But Zhang Zhi was already at the mid-6th rank, the spiritual energy in their bodies was not on the same level. The 4th and 6th ranks were a dividing line; if he could cross this barrier, his spiritual energy would greatly increase, his meridians would widen, and his spiritual energy would grow!

Now, Lin Zheng was in a tough battle. The sharp-eyed people below could already see that Lin Zheng's spiritual energy was continuously decreasing, while Zhang Zhi's 6th rank cultivation gave him a significant advantage!

Suddenly, a long howl sounded, Zhang Zhi leaped into the air, his hands holding the knife, spiritual energy surging, the old knife emitting a shocking aura, fiercely chopping down! Lin Zheng took a deep breath, his spiritual energy surging to his arms, his hands clenched into fists, a powerful, thunderous punch striking the long knife coming from the air!

A loud boom shattered the arena, Lin Zheng was hit and flew out, barely stopping at the edge of the stage, while Zhang Zhi, in the air, did several somersaults before landing, leaving several footprints on the stage before standing still!

Lin Zheng stood up, his long robe already tattered, he spat out a mouthful of blood, and tore off the robe, his upper body bare, his body like jade, the blood trails on his chest and back not only did not ruin the beauty, but added a sense of solemnity and masculinity!

Zhang Zhi gripped the long knife again, his body covered in bruises from Lin Zheng, a bit painful, but what was this? Die!

Zhang Zhi, like a madman, leaped into the air again, the long knife raised over his head, and in the air, he and the knife fell fiercely!

Lin Zheng looked at the falling long knife, a hint of madness in his eyes, standing still, his hands hanging at his sides, as if he had given up on defending!

The crowd below was surprised, did Lin Zheng not want to live, why didn't he dodge?

The long knife was about to fall, a breeze blew Lin Zheng's hair, and some people in the crowd could not bear to close their eyes!

PS: The update was a bit slow! Don't leave! Another chapter will follow! The number of favorites is about to break through, if it does, I will add more updates! Lin Zheng has already risen! What are you waiting for, fellow readers! Rise up! I bow in gratitude!