Chapter 66

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"…I lost?"

After Li Feipeng rolled three times on the ground and got up with his clothes in disarray, he looked at the distant arena in disbelief, unable to accept that he had actually lost. It seemed like a huge joke played on him by fate.

If it weren't for the solid ground under his feet and the shocked looks of the surrounding disciples, Li Feipeng wouldn't have been able to accept this news.

With the strength of the Seventh Level of Martial Arts, he was actually knocked off the arena. Li Feipeng felt that it happened in an instant, and he lost the chance to advance. His face turned pale, and his hands were covered in blue veins, making him look extremely fierce.

Li Feipeng lost in a mysterious way.

...

"Damn, who knew what happened just now? How could Li Feipeng lose? Isn't he known as 'Little Flying Man'? How could he not even deal with Lin Fei!"

"Damn, what's going on? Senior Brother Li Feipeng is so disappointing. We were counting on him to deal with Lin Fei, but he couldn't even stand up to him. He's useless."

"I wanted to see how Lin Fei would be beaten up by Senior Brother Li Feipeng. I really suspect that Senior Brother Li Feipeng was bought off. Otherwise, how could he not even discipline Lin Fei!"

"Don't mention it. I only saw Lin Fei move, and then Senior Brother Li Feipeng flew out. What kind of move is this? There must be something fishy. It must be cheating."

...

Many of the fellow disciples were suspicious, stunned, and mostly in disbelief.

Is Lin Fei really as strong as the rumors say?

Could it be that Li Feipeng, who is at the Seventh Level of Martial Arts, wasn't even a match for one move? This progress is too fast, so fast that even the disciples who consider themselves talented were speechless.

Ordinary disciples couldn't see the subtleties, but there were always some who did, like the high-level disciples. Their expressions began to change, showing surprise and seriousness.

"Junior Brother Lin Fei, no wonder you dared to challenge Senior Brother Zhang Wanshan. Your speed and agility have clearly reached a limit. If you can further understand, you will grasp a powerful realm. Few of us outer disciples can do that. Li Feipeng underestimated you, and losing on the arena is very normal!"

"I heard that Lin Fei was only at the Fourth Level of Martial Arts three months ago. Who would have thought that after three months, he would reach the Seventh Level. Could it be that the Nine Turns Mystic Art is really as powerful as the rumors say? It can make someone's strength skyrocket in a short time?"

"No wonder Lin Fei had the courage to challenge Senior Brother Zhang Wanshan. Unfortunately, three months is too short. If he had six months, he might really be able to challenge Senior Brother Zhang Wanshan and put on a real show."

"It seems that in this Top 100 Competition, there will definitely be a battle between Lin Fei and Senior Brother Zhang Wanshan. If Lin Fei relies on his speed to win, he is destined to lose. However, with this courage, few in the outer disciples can match him!"

...

Many high-level disciples also noticed the situation on Arena No. 7.

Lin Fei's astonishing speed couldn't help but attract the attention of the high-level disciples. Fortunately, this attention was only for a moment. There are many outer disciples who show talent, so it doesn't seem strange to them.

In the noisy atmosphere, a few people were in a bad mood.

"Damn, Lin Fei is just a waste. How could he possibly reach the Seventh Level of Martial Arts? It must be fake, it must be fake!"

Despite Lin Fei's surprising performance, which was achieved through a trick, the arena only cares about the result, not the process.

Zhang Chongshan's face was pale, like a dead man's, as he cursed at Lin Fei on Arena No. 7, unable to believe that a waste from three months ago had now reached the Seventh Level of Martial Arts, while he had only reached the Fifth Level despite his struggles, which was a huge blow.

"Shut up, you waste. Do you want everyone to know you're the unlucky one?"

Zhang Wanshan's brows furrowed slightly, showing some surprise. His voice, which carried authority, made Zhang Chongshan immediately shut up, as if he were a rat facing a cat, not daring to make a sound.

"Hmph, a waste three months ago, still a waste now. The strength of the Seventh Level of Martial Arts is nothing. My brother will make him understand the gap between the Eighth Level and the Seventh Level, which not everyone can bridge. This time, I will personally cripple him. A waste should remain a waste for life." Zhang Wanshan was clearly angry, especially since he had been humiliated by the other party. He finally understood why Lin Fei could return alive. Though he seemed indifferent, he was still full of doubt. Could the Nine Turns Mystic Art really be as powerful as the rumors say? Could it change a waste?

Hearing his brother say this, Zhang Chongshan's eyes, filled with resentment, immediately sparkled. No one knew better than him what kind of person his brother was. Once he was angry, no matter who the other party was, they were doomed. The last time someone provoked his brother, the guy's dantian was destroyed, making him a waste for life, and he couldn't even speak.

Zhang Chongshan couldn't wait to see Lin Fei's dantian destroyed by his brother. Lin Fei should be a waste for life, not run ahead of him.

...

Coming down from the arena.

Lin Fei keenly felt the dissatisfied gazes from the crowd, which were definitely from Li Feipeng, who was unhappy. He wasn't worried at all.

No one who was dissatisfied would dare to vent on the Divine Martial Sect's square, unless they wanted to be punished by the sect rules.

Returning to the side of the high-level disciple, Lin Fei was inevitably questioned. He had already thought of a way to deal with it and casually misled the high-level disciple. He couldn't tell them that he relied on an upgrade system.

In the first one or two days of the Top 100 Disciple Competition, the eliminated were all low-level and mid-level disciples. The last one or two days were the core battles of the Top 100 disciples. At this time, the disciples encountered were all powerful, at least at the Seventh Level of Martial Arts.

In the afternoon, Arena No. 7.

The referee picked up a wooden sign and announced loudly, "707 vs. 798, please come to Arena No. 7!"

707 was Lin Fei.

When the number was announced, a wave of gazes fell on Lin Fei. Everyone knew that 707 was Lin Fei.

"Go for it!"

The high-level disciple patted Lin Fei on the shoulder.

Lin Fei walked out from the crowd, and someone from the opposite crowd also walked out, immediately drawing excited cheers.

When their gazes met, a silent battle instantly began.

Lin Fei recognized this person.

Peng Bao, with the strength of the Seventh Level of Martial Arts, was one of the stronger ones on Arena No. 7. He had consecutively defeated five disciples, three of whom were at the Seventh Level of Martial Arts, making him a very strong outer disciple.

When Lin Fei met this person, everyone knew it would be a spectacular battle.

More importantly, they could understand Lin Fei's strength.

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