Chapter 50

Xue Huaqing roared in anger, and a pale yellow spiritual energy burst forth from his body, instantly spreading throughout. The surrounding air currents suddenly dispersed.

In the palm of his hand, a mass of yellow spiritual energy rapidly spun, forming a wind blade as sharp as a knife, extremely domineering.

"Thousand Blade Palm!"

Xue Huaqing pushed his palms toward Lin Xuan, the fierce palm wind resembling hundreds of blades, emitting a heavy and powerful sound.

Peng!

Lin Xuan stood as steady as a mountain, his right fist suddenly smashing out, mobilizing all the muscles in his body, and channeling the force according to the Thunder Sword Technique, concentrating the power on his fist.

The two figures collided, and a terrifying energy wave swept in all directions, forcing the audience on the front row to step back continuously.

On the stage, Lin Xuan stood tall like a mountain, his expression calm and unchanged. In contrast, Xue Huaqing took several steps back, his breathing becoming very rapid.

The audience in the stands felt a chill, especially the disciples of the Divine Might Group. They were well aware of Xue Huaqing's strength—Peak Fifth Stage of the Condensation Vein, and his Thousand Blade Palm had reached the Great Perfection level. Normally, he could even contend with Sixth Stage disciples, but now he was pushed back by a single punch.

Duan Fei, Jiang Yulong, and others also showed surprise, even the usually silent Shen Qian'er glanced at Lin Xuan a few more times.

"This kid, if not eliminated, will be a menace!" Jiang Yulong suddenly remembered his agreement with Lin Xuan, which he had almost forgotten. However, Lin Xuan's impressive performance brought it back to his mind.

"Damn, how can his strength be so great?" Xue Huaqing's face was grim. He had already declared that he would make Lin Xuan crawl out, and if he couldn't do it, he would lose face.

"Yellow Wind Step!"

Xue Huaqing ran rapidly, his body becoming blurry and indistinct. Gradually, his afterimages appeared on the stage.

"Wind Chasing the World!" While moving at high speed, Xue Huaqing launched another attack, integrating the palm wind into his movement. Originally, his stepping technique and palm technique were both Intermediate Yellow Rank martial arts, but when combined, the power broke through the Intermediate Yellow Rank, approaching the High Yellow Rank level.

"This kid has some ideas!" Jiang Yulong said in a deep voice.

Lin Xuan felt the fierce palm wind, took a deep breath, and stomped his foot on the ground, charging straight ahead.

Thunder!

His right fist struck out directly, without any flashy moves, relying entirely on brute force.

Boom!

Xue Huaqing's proud palm wind was no match for Lin Xuan, shattering like a delicate porcelain.

Puh! His body slid back several meters, flying off the stage and falling to the ground.

"What formidable strength!" Some of the advanced disciples began to pay attention to Lin Xuan, secretly estimating his strength, and some already considered him a rival, looking for his weaknesses.

Duan Fei squinted his eyes, unable to believe that the little sword slave he had met three months ago had grown to such a level.

"It seems your Divine Might Group is in a bit of trouble!" Luo Yi said with a smile, folding his arms.

"Humph!" Yan Kong's face was dark, wishing he could immediately go up and take care of Lin Xuan. Jiang Yulong's eyes flickered, his thoughts unknown. As for the top-ranked Shangguan Liuyun, he remained in deep thought with his eyes closed, seemingly indifferent to everything.

The competition continued, with the disciples on the stage fighting with all their might, the dazzling light spreading, and the terrifying spiritual energy fluctuations and cheers shaking the sky.

Duan Fei's appearance pushed the scene to a climax.

His handsome face was enough to make most of the female disciples swoon, and with the title of the Four Heroes of the Outer Sect, the entire arena was almost shouting Duan Fei's name.

"This guy, after entering the Inner Sect, will be a good seedling." A young man in black near the golden stand said.

"But he is from the Combat Group, you probably can't poach him, right?" The young man beside him said bluntly.

"Humph, what three major organizations, just a bunch of boring people's names. Now, with the urgent situation outside, the safest form is the small team." The young man in black said.

The young man beside him shook his head helplessly and said no more...

On the golden stage, some of the sect elders looked at Duan Fei and said with a smile, "This selection competition has produced a few good kids."

"Oh, which ones did Elder Li see?"

"I think the Four Heroes of the Outer Sect are all good." Elder Li said with a smile.

"You old fox, too greedy, aren't you?" Another elder puffed out his cheeks, "I think the top ten are all good!"

"Elder Fang, which kids do you think are good?" Someone asked Elder Fang.

Elder Fang stroked his beard and said with a smile, "I think Lin Xuan is quite good, what do you think?"

"Lin Xuan? No impression..." The elders shook their heads.

Elder Fang didn't mind, he changed the topic and talked about something else.

On the stage, Duan Fei moved like a fierce wind, so fast that people couldn't react, and his opponent was directly dazed.

When Duan Fei came down from the stage, countless female disciples screamed, which made Jiang Yulong very unhappy.

When it was his turn to go on stage, his opponent was in for a bad time, being directly knocked back by a single sword strike, spitting blood.

After that, Shen Qian'er, Yan Kong, Luo Yi, Tang Yu, and others went on stage one after another, all achieving victory. However, when the referee announced again, the entire arena suddenly became quiet.

The name with such magic could only be one: Shangguan Liuyun.

His opponent was number 23, but the opponent directly forfeited, disappointing the crowd.

The second round ended, and the third round began.

Fortunately, Yin Qingyi was once again given a bye, which made her somewhat dazed and caused countless disciples to envy her to death.

In the third round, the top-ranked contestants once again displayed their formidable strength.

On the third stage, Disciple Wei Yong looked in horror at Jiang Yulong. In just one move, he was defeated. He was afraid and helpless, but dared not challenge again.

On the first stage, Disciple Guo Fang wielded his long sword, the dazzling sword light filling the entire space. He continuously thrust 1,300 times, making even the void tremble, but he didn't even touch Duan Fei's clothes.

After 1,300 thrusts, Duan Fei only needed one palm to send him flying.

...

On the fifth stage, Lin Xuan's opponent was Luo Yi.

"Haha, Brother Lin, I didn't expect we would have this battle!" Luo Yi said with a smile.

"Yes." Lin Xuan couldn't help but sigh, remembering that he had met Luo Yi for the first time at the mission hall, and Luo Yi's stepping technique had piqued his interest.

"I hope Brother Luo doesn't hold back!" Lin Xuan said in a deep voice.

Luo Yi was taken aback. Normally, when being polite, one would say "I hope you hold back," but Lin Xuan said "I hope you don't hold back." However, he knew that Lin Xuan said this so he wouldn't have any reservations.

"Brother Lin is straightforward, so I won't hold back!" Luo Yi laughed, took a step, and moved like a fleeting shadow, directly appearing in front of Lin Xuan.