Chapter 68

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Peng Bao lost!

Around the seventh arena, there was a silence, as if the heavens had played another international joke.

If before, everyone didn't believe in Lin Fei's strength, thinking that Lin Fei had won and advanced by relying on Li Feipeng's underestimation, then now it was completely different. His combat ability was so terrifying.

Everyone recognized the Lightning Blade Technique. However, using palm strikes to achieve such terrifying power was unprecedented.

More importantly, Lin Fei's blade technique was so terrifying even without weapons. What did this mean? Everyone understood the implications.

If Lin Fei used weapons, the power...

No fool would fail to understand how astonishing the power would be!

...

"Lin Fei is going to become famous. I always thought my blade technique was good, but after seeing Lin Fei's blade technique, it was simply too terrifying. To reach this level of power with the Lightning Blade Technique, I wonder how he trained!"

"It seems a dark horse is about to emerge. Even if he's not a dark horse, the previously unknown Lin Fei is destined to be recognized by all the disciples. To defeat Peng Bao, who has been at the Seventh Level of Martial Dao for many years, how many disciples in the outer sect can do that!"

"I wonder if anyone noticed that Lin Fei's blade technique is full of killing intent. When he uses a move, the killing intent is tangible and extremely powerful. Also, his fist technique's power—could it be that the Nine Revolutions Mystic Art is really as powerful as rumored?"

"It must be the Nine Revolutions Mystic Art. When the senior brother who successfully cultivated this technique used any blade technique, fist technique, or palm technique, the power was always superior!"

...

With fewer than ten moves, Lin Fei defeated Peng Bao, who was at the Seventh Level of Martial Dao, and advanced to the next round, fully demonstrating his strength.

All the rumors from before have now been fully confirmed.

Those who had always been dismissive of Lin Fei no longer dared to underestimate him. From this moment on, he was no longer the unknown Lin Fei but had entered the ranks of the advanced disciples.

This was the benefit of strength.

As Lin Fei came down from the arena, someone immediately rushed up to carry Peng Bao away. As long as no one was seriously injured, the officials generally had no objections. Sparring can sometimes get out of control, and injuries are inevitable.

"It seems showing some strength is quite useful. I like this feeling!"

Lin Fei smiled inwardly, feeling very good. To be honest, he really enjoyed the attention, a feeling he had never experienced on Earth.

As he came down from the arena, many disciples began to cheer.

"Senior Brother Lin Fei, well done!"

"Senior Brother, you're awesome! Senior Brother, you're awesome!"

...

Lin Fei didn't expect to be welcomed by them.

Unbeknownst to him, Lin Fei's transformation in less than half a year was a great example for the lower-level disciples. For them, it meant they might achieve the same in the future.

While Lin Fei was in a good mood.

Some people on the square were unhappy.

First was Zhang Chongshan. Lin Fei's defeat of Li Feipeng made him very unhappy. When he saw Peng Bao step onto the stage, he thought Lin Fei would be defeated. But the heavens played another big joke, and he was thoroughly devastated.

Zhang Chongshan was thoroughly jealous. For the four years since entering the Divine Martial Sect, he had always suppressed Lin Fei, occasionally beating him like a toy. But one day, the toy slipped out of his hand, no longer under his control, and he himself became someone else's toy. Zhang Chongshan was afraid, jealous, and envious.

"Damn Lin Fei, you piece of trash, how can you be stronger than me? Am I, Zhang Chongshan, destined to be inferior to a piece of trash? No, no, it won't be like that. As long as my brother acts, you will become a piece of trash, a piece of trash that can never recover. We'll see how long you can be so arrogant. You are destined to be trampled under my feet, never to rise again."

Seeing his brother, who was silent beside him, Zhang Chongshan showed a sinister smile, feeling much better, no longer as powerless as before.

Zhang Wanshan had a blank expression but had officially regarded Lin Fei as an opponent. Just the blade technique he used made Zhang Wanshan, who was at the Eighth Level of Martial Dao, feel a sense of danger.

"Indeed, you have some strength. It would be hard to cripple you without the elders noticing. The stronger you are, the better. When I deal with you, it won't be boring. My brother may not be a genius, but you dare to hurt him repeatedly. If the tiger doesn't show its power, do you really think the monkey can be the king?"

In another place, there was Jun Wuhui, known as the "Little Gentleman."

In the reward hall, his merit points were less than Lin Fei's, and Lin Fei had blocked his claw, which made him very unhappy. When Lin Fei stepped onto the stage, he paid a little attention. How could someone dare to oppose him? But after watching, he saw some skill. It turned out Lin Fei had some ability and a good blade technique.

A Geng Qi expert dealing with a Seventh Level of Martial Dao opponent, Jun Wuhui couldn't act naturally on the stage, but this Seventh Level disciple was stronger than the average, so it made sense.

Jun Wuhui wanted to take out his anger on Lin Fei.

...

Lin Fei's battle.

For the Seventh and Eighth Level of Martial Dao disciples, it was like a warning. Losing in fewer than ten moves at the same level undoubtedly sounded the alarm for them.

Lin Fei temporarily became an opponent in the minds of many disciples.

A dangerous opponent, a slight misstep, and they might lose to him. Many disciples even discussed how to defend against Lin Fei's attacks, engaging in intense discussions.

The scene on the seventh arena also caught the eyes of the elders. Lin Fei's Ten Thousand Lightning Rush had power comparable to a Yellow Rank Mystic Art, while the Lightning Blade Technique was only a First-Class Mystic Art.

"This disciple performed quite well. He has actually cultivated the Lightning Blade Technique to the Great Perfection stage. His attacks are enhanced with the power of lightning, intimidating the opponent and disrupting their mental state. Then, with a powerful fist technique, he defeated his opponent. This level of composure and insight is quite rare!"

"Pity his realm is not high, only the Seventh Level of Martial Dao. If he reached the Eighth Level, he would likely make it into the top fifty. Now, even the top hundred is difficult."

...

Lin Fei's battle indeed left an impression on the elders.

In the Divine Martial Sect, any disciple with talent would receive special attention. The foundation of a sect is its talented disciples.

Lin Fei was now on their radar.

Of course, Lin Fei was unaware of this and continued to watch the battles on the stage, digesting the combat experiences to turn them into his own accumulation.

This was Lin Fei's greatest gain in the past three months: the ability to digest combat experiences and turn them into his own accumulation.

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