Chapter 69

"Rushing Stream!"

"Thunderclap Strike!"

"Ten Thousand Thunder Gallop!"

On the seventh arena, the blade light formed a net, enveloping the arena. The cold blade intent was so intense that the disciples around the arena instinctively stood ten paces away, fearing they might be affected by the blade's aura.

Everyone saw a figure fall to the ground with a thud, clearly losing the ability to fight. Several parts of his body were seriously injured, making it impossible for him to continue. Without a doubt, Lin Fei had advanced again.

"Damn, Lin Fei won again!"

"It seems that at the Seventh Level of Martial Dao, it's already impossible to defeat this guy Lin Fei. Unless we send out disciples at the Eighth Level of Martial Dao, otherwise, few within the Seventh Level will be his match!"

"Who can say otherwise? At first, we thought the rumors about Lin Fei were nothing much, but now it seems we were wrong. Lin Fei has become a dark horse in this arena. Even if he's not a dark horse, he's still a thousand-mile horse."

"If he has good luck, Lin Fei might even have a chance to become one of the top hundred disciples. To achieve this in just three months is no small feat. At least, I've never seen such a terrifying cultivation speed!"

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Such a scene occurred many times on the seventh arena.

This was Lin Fei's eighth victory over a Seventh Level of Martial Dao disciple.

In just four days, Lin Fei put on a crazy show. Since the defeat of Peng Bao, the second contestant, anyone who stepped onto the arena was defeated by Lin Fei with the fastest possible moves.

The key was that Lin Fei used the "Rushing Thunder Blade Technique" on the arena and never changed to any other blade technique.

Using a single blade technique to defeat all opponents of the same level was quite rare. Lin Fei's mastery of the "Rushing Thunder Blade Technique" was such that his seemingly casual moves would unleash unimaginable power when they landed on the opponent.

In addition, Lin Fei's body movement was astonishing. The combination of his blade technique and body movement was full of surprises, making it hard to defend. An attack that seemed to be coming from the left would suddenly appear from the right, and many paid the price for this.

Encountering such a monstrous opponent as Lin Fei, the disciples couldn't help but feel a headache. For this reason, many people and disciples prayed in the draw, hoping not to face Lin Fei.

The seventh arena was instantly shrouded in a dark cloud, and some people couldn't remain calm.

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The Top Hundred Disciples Competition entered its fifth day.

In the blink of an eye, four days of the Top Hundred Disciples Competition had passed, and a new fifth day arrived.

In four days, the outer disciples underwent a large-scale screening. Most of the disciples below the Seventh Level of Martial Dao were eliminated.

After a major screening, the true stage of the Top Hundred Disciples Competition began. After four days of elimination matches, fewer than a thousand disciples remained.

Among the three thousand outer disciples of the Divine Martial Sect, the majority were low-level disciples. The number of disciples above the Sixth Level of Martial Dao gradually decreased. If not, why would it be so difficult to advance to the next level? Disciples like Lin Fei, who seemed to have a cheat code, were impossible to appear again.

In four days of elimination matches, a large number of disciples were eliminated. So far, more than eight hundred disciples remained, beginning the most intense competition for the Top Hundred Disciples spots.

The lowest strength among the more than eight hundred disciples was the Seventh Level of Martial Dao, and the strongest was the Ninth Level of Martial Dao, just one step away from becoming a Mystic.

The ratio was as follows: the Seventh Level of Martial Dao made up fifty percent, the Eighth Level made up thirty percent, and the Ninth Level made up twenty percent, forming the division of the more than eight hundred disciples.

The ranking of the Top Hundred Disciples was unimaginably intense.

The top ten spots in the outer disciples were filled with thorns and were not easy to obtain. One had to pass six rounds and defeat six opponents.

The intense competition of the Top Hundred Disciples ranking finally arrived.

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Lin Fei still held the number 707, which was special to him.

Whether it was good luck or a special connection with the number 7, his battle place was still the seventh arena, making him seem like the host.

Early in the morning, Lin Fei faced an opponent, a Seventh Level of Martial Dao disciple named Chen Yong, who used a fast sword technique. Despite Chen Yong's caution and initial attempt to use his fast sword advantage, Lin Fei didn't give him the chance. Using the Rushing Thunder Blade Technique, Lin Fei defeated Chen Yong in less than ten moves, kicking him off the arena and securing a victory.

Lin Fei won as easily as before.

The disciples below the arena were no longer surprised or shocked; instead, they became very familiar with it. It would be strange if Lin Fei didn't win.

After that, Lin Fei faced another Seventh Level of Martial Dao opponent and easily advanced as before.

After defeating several Seventh Level of Martial Dao disciples, many disciples dared not face Lin Fei.

In the morning, more than two hundred of the more than eight hundred disciples were eliminated.

In the afternoon, the ranking matches continued!

"Number 707 Lin Fei, versus number 612 Jia Kun!"

When the steward announced the numbers, the seventh arena instantly attracted the attention of countless disciples, including high-level disciples and several stewards and elders. Lin Fei finally faced a Eighth Level of Martial Dao expert, also known as a Geng Qi expert.

In five days, the once unknown Lin Fei had gradually gained a reputation and was no longer an unknown. He was seen as a strong dark horse by everyone.

Continuously defeating Seventh Level of Martial Dao disciples with fierce blade techniques and overwhelming momentum, this level of combat power was something that ordinary people couldn't achieve.

Therefore, in the eyes of others, except for the Eighth Level of Martial Dao, Seventh Level of Martial Dao disciples really couldn't suppress Lin Fei.

The defeated Seventh Level of Martial Dao opponents on the seventh arena were the best proof.

When number 707 Lin Fei faced a Geng Qi expert, many disciples breathed a sigh of relief, hoping they wouldn't encounter this monster. They might have a chance to advance further instead of being defeated by Lin Fei. The dark clouds over their heads gradually dissipated, and they welcomed the warm spring sunshine, feeling refreshed and clear-minded, unlike the gloom before.

Lin Fei, below the arena, was instantly the focus of countless gazes.

Everyone wanted to know if the once unknown Lin Fei could create another miracle and achieve the impossible.

If Lin Fei lost to Jia Kun, he would lose the chance to challenge Zhang Wanshan. Conversely, it would be a good show.

Taking a deep breath, Lin Fei's eyes were filled with boundless fighting spirit.

"Finally, a Geng Qi expert. I hope you don't disappoint me!"

Lin Fei's gaze shifted and happened to look at a certain position where Zhang Wanshan was standing. His lips didn't move, but it seemed he was saying something.

Zhang Wanshan's smile instantly froze. He recognized that the other party was clearly saying, "Wait for me, the next one is you!"