Chapter 49

Fifth arena, Lin Xuan versus Jin Xu.

"Hehe, kid, you're out of luck to run into me!" Jin Xu laughed maniacally. "If you surrender now, you might suffer a bit less!"

Lin Xuan remained expressionless, the dark red greatsword on his back. He looked at Jin Xu and said, "You talk too much."

"Kid, since you're asking for it, I'll grant your wish!" Jin Xu was furious. He slapped the scabbard, and the longsword flew out. He transformed into a beam of light, rushing towards Lin Xuan.

"Good sword technique!" Lin Xuan raised an eyebrow. "No wonder you passed the first round; your skills are indeed remarkable. This sword technique already has a hint of sword momentum, incredibly sharp."

The sword hadn't arrived, but the sword qi had already reached.

Lin Xuan stood as still as a mountain. As the sword tip approached, he suddenly moved, striking the sword with a palm as swift as lightning.

Instantly, the longsword aimed at Lin Xuan deviated by three inches. Lin Xuan didn't stop; he flipped his palm, tightly gripping the sword and flicking it.

Ding!

A crisp sound echoed, and the fierce force traveled along the sword to Jin Xu's arm.

As if struck by a heavenly hammer, Jin Xu's tiger's mouth split, and the longsword flew out of his hand, shattering into pieces and scattering on the ground.

You! Jin Xu retreated, holding his right hand, the arrogance in his eyes gone. He finally understood why Lin Xuan had remained expressionless all along—because they were not on the same level.

"I lost..." He seemed to have lost all his strength.

"Number 135 wins!" The referee's voice rang out.

"What's going on? How did it end so quickly?" Those who had been watching the second arena asked, wanting to know what had happened.

"What? He broke the sword with a finger and injured Jin Xu? You must be joking; Jin Xu is ranked 88th!"

"No way, I have to watch Number 135's next match!"

As the disciples discussed, a thunderous cheer erupted from the fifth arena.

"Brother Lin is awesome!"

"Xuan is so cool!"

"Xuan, take the first place in one go!"

...

On the stands near the fifth arena, the South District disciples and some who often sparred with Lin Xuan were seated. Seeing Lin Xuan win with one move, they cheered and applauded.

Apart from the core members of the three major forces and the Four Heroes of the Outer Sect, few disciples could receive such cheers. Many disciples turned their heads to watch.

"Hmph, looks like that waste is quite popular!" Yan Kong sneered.

"Never mind him; he won't amount to anything. Our goal is to dominate the Battle Group!" Jiang Yulong paid no attention to Lin Xuan.

Lin Xuan returned to the rest area. The battle on the second arena had not yet ended. A Battle Group disciple with a war saber and a Divine Might Group disciple with a longsword were locked in a fierce struggle.

Their figures moved as fast as ghosts, leaving countless afterimages. Ordinary disciples couldn't see what was happening, only the more powerful ones could follow their movements.

Lin Xuan could naturally see their actions and noticed that while the Divine Might Group disciple's sword technique was graceful, he was trapped by the opponent and would likely lose within ten moves.

"Congratulations, the Battle Group disciple is about to win," Lin Xuan said to Tang Yu with a smile.

Tang Yu winked playfully but didn't speak. However, the nearby Divine Might Group disciples couldn't stand it.

"Kid, what do you know? Talking nonsense!"

"Right, can you even see the match?"

"To win a girl's favor, you're lying! I despise you!"

The disciples didn't believe Lin Xuan could see the match, let alone judge who would win. But after seven moves, they almost bit their tongues.

The Divine Might Group disciple indeed lost, and immediately after Lin Xuan spoke.

"Damn, jinx!"

"Kid, if you talk nonsense again, you'll be in trouble!" The Divine Might Group disciples glared at Lin Xuan.

Lin Xuan shook his head helplessly, ignoring them. He was recalling the battle on the second arena. These elite disciples were indeed not weak; each was very strong, and he had learned some experience from them.

Over a hundred disciples took turns fighting, using various techniques. The watching disciples cheered, thoroughly enjoying the spectacle. Finally, the first round of matches ended.

Apart from the top ten from the first round, the other 130 disciples had half win, advancing to the second round. Since 65 people were competing, one would have a bye.

"Yin Qingyi, you have a bye this round!" The voice of the middle-aged man with a square face announced.

"Ah!" Yin Qingyi's mouth was half-open, her face full of surprise, while the others were extremely disappointed.

"Congratulations, you've advanced smoothly!" Lin Xuan said with a smile.

"Thank you, Brother Lin." Yin Qingyi blushed.

"Next, the second round matches. Number 135 versus Number 49!"

"Such a big gap, looks like another lightning battle!" A spectator complained.

Lin Xuan didn't expect to be up first, but it was fine; he could return to the rest area after his match to watch others. Thinking of this, he stood up, put the dark red greatsword on his back, and slowly walked onto the arena.

"Damn, that's the guy who cursed our Divine Might Group just now. Brother Xue, teach him a lesson!" The Divine Might Group disciples shouted.

"Brother Xue, take him down!" The stands were filled with cheers from countless disciples.

Xue Huqing strolled leisurely, enjoying the cheers from the stands, knowing they were for him.

However, unexpectedly, a wave of cheers erupted from a nearby arena, rising higher and higher like a tide.

"Brother Lin, go for it, I believe in you!"

"Smash him, smash him with your greatsword, Lin Xuan!"

"Brother Xuan, we support you, the South District disciples are with you!"

The cheers were as loud as those for the Divine Might Group, and many advancing disciples couldn't help but look over.

"Ha, I didn't expect anyone outside the three major forces to have such popularity. I'm a bit excited!" A young man in black said near the golden stands.

"Are you thinking of recruiting him?" The youth beside him asked.

"Just watching." The young man in black didn't say more, focusing his gaze on the arena.

"Kid, it seems many support you. I wonder if they'll be sad when you're defeated?" Xue Huqing sneered, thinking Lin Xuan was asking for death by challenging him.

"I finally understand why you all want to join the Divine Might Group," Lin Xuan said expressionlessly.

"Why?" Xue Huqing asked subconsciously.

"Because you're all idiots. Can't you fight without talking so much?" Lin Xuan rolled his eyes.

"Very well, kid, I'm officially telling you, I'm angry now!" Xue Huqing said coldly. "The consequence is that you'll leave here lying down!"