Chapter 72

On the stage, even some of the elders who were seated could not help but stand up, looking at Lin Fei on the seventh stage with incredulous eyes, this disciple who had surprised them.

Around the stage, there was a dead silence. The crowd looked at Lin Fei on the seventh stage as if they were seeing a great pervert.

Lin Fei actually defeated Jia Kun, a practitioner of the Eighth Level of Martial Dao.

Unbelievable!

Inconceivable!!

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No one had ever imagined such a scene, yet it truly unfolded before their eyes.

From the moment Lin Fei was injured on his left shoulder, everyone seemed to have predicted that this disciple sparring would inevitably be a one-sided affair. A practitioner of the Eighth Level of Martial Dao, whose aura could not be resisted, would surely defeat Lin Fei without a doubt.

The prediction was indeed one-sided, but not in Lin Fei's favor; it was in Jia Kun's favor.

Lin Fei, using the scabbard, delivered four strikes and a punch, sending Jia Kun flying off the stage and securing his qualification for advancement. This seemed too unrealistic; when did Eighth Level Martial Dao practitioners become so fragile?

No one could explain it, no one could understand it.

Just now, those four strikes did not seem to have anything peculiar about them.

Yet, Jia Kun immediately spat blood and was injured when facing Lin Fei's four strikes. Jia Kun, known as "Little Martial Obsession" among the outer disciples, had a very good reputation and could not have cheated. In other words, Lin Fei defeated Jia Kun with his strength.

What an unimaginable thing.

The moves Lin Fei used were clearly not any special sword techniques, but the most ordinary attacks that any disciple could perform.

Many of the senior disciples could not help but wonder, "When did basic sword techniques become so powerful?"

This question was beyond comprehension.

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The Eighth Level Martial Dao disciples suddenly felt as if they had swallowed a fly.

As long as something did not involve them personally, they could turn a blind eye. No matter how much Lin Fei had struggled before, no matter how skilled he was, he ultimately could not stand on the same stage as them, let alone threaten their top hundred disciples' positions. However, Jia Kun's defeat set a bad precedent, and their faces were not looking good.

If Lin Fei could handle an opponent of the same level so easily, what would happen if he faced them, the Eighth Level Martial Dao disciples? Wouldn't he be like a roadblock?

One could imagine the impact of Lin Fei defeating Jia Kun and advancing to the next round. It was like a dark cloud beginning to loom over their hearts.

"Damn it, what kind of dogshit luck did this Lin Fei kid get? Could practicing the Nine Revolutions Mystic Art really be that terrifying? To defeat Jia Kun, an Eighth Level Martial Dao practitioner, at the Seventh Level, this is too brutal!"

Everyone had this question, but there was no place to find an answer.

No matter how skilled you are, you can't become a Mystic Practitioner. This was the only place they could vent their frustration.

Lin Fei's performance was simply too overbearing.

For those about to advance to the Ninth Level of Martial Dao, Lin Fei was a small dark horse. If he faced them, he would surely lose. After all, Jia Kun had not been in the Eighth Level for long and could not fully utilize the combat power of an aura practitioner.

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The elders, however, were greatly interested.

"Ha ha ha, this kid is to my liking. I didn't expect him to understand the weight of sword techniques at such a young age, using his body movements to support his sword strikes, preventing Jia Kun from making a move. This is not ordinary strategy. Among the outer disciples, it's good to finally have a sword expert. If there's a chance, I must take him as a disciple. You can't compete with me, or I'll be angry!"

The elders looked at one of them, a bearded elder known as Elder Hu, a skilled sword user. His judgment was generally accurate.

"Elder Hu's favor is a blessing for this disciple. How could we compete? Everyone knows you need a disciple. Congratulations, Elder, on taking a disciple!"

The elders quickly agreed, and Elder Hu stroked his beard, looking very pleased.

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Lin Fei, who had come down from the stage, had no idea that his casual attack had already been evaluated by the elders.

In fact, Lin Fei's use of the weight of sword techniques was mainly due to the Black Slaughter Blade. But who would understand that the secret lay in the Black Slaughter Blade? It was only natural for those who did not know to think this way.

If Lin Fei knew, he would certainly be at a loss, wondering what was going on.

"Lin Fei, you really kept us in the dark. I didn't expect you to be so monstrous, even defeating Senior Brother Jia Kun."

Gao Ren looked at Lin Fei as if he were a strange person, making Lin Fei feel very uncomfortable.

"You didn't ask, so it's not my fault!"

Gao Ren said, "Damn, I lost big. If I had known, I would have bet on you. No wonder you bet fifty thousand taels on yourself winning!"

"..." Lin Fei was speechless.

Just as he was about to say something, someone walked over from the crowd. It was Jia Kun, who had lost his qualification.

"Lin Fei!"

Jia Kun's injuries were not serious, just a surge of qi and blood. With some rest, he would be fine. If it were anyone else, they would have used heavy force, but Lin Fei did not, only causing minor injuries. For showing mercy, Lin Fei was worth befriending.

"What's up?"

Lin Fei stood casually.

"You're very strong, I lost without any regrets!" Jia Kun's gaze swept over the Black Slaughter Blade, then looked at Lin Fei.

"Just luck, not worth mentioning. If we were in a different place, I might not be a match for you!" Lin Fei said humbly, understanding that the other party was suspicious.

Jia Kun said, "I lost, so I lost. A man has nothing to be ashamed of. I hope we can continue to spar when we have the chance." Just as he turned to leave, Jia Kun frowned and turned back, approaching Lin Fei and lowering his voice, "Actually, I don't like Senior Brother Zhang Wanshan either. I support you beating him. When you fight him, be careful. He has a basic combat technique that he has mastered to perfection. Be cautious!"

The last words were very soft, and Jia Kun deliberately lowered his voice. Only the two of them could hear.

Watching Jia Kun's departing back, Lin Fei could not have imagined encountering such a good thing, gaining someone's recognition.

"Jia Kun can be a friend!"

The information Jia Kun provided was very important to Lin Fei. Knowing and being prepared, Zhang Wanshan actually had a basic combat technique, which was not simple. As mentioned earlier, a basic combat technique was a powerful attack that consumed Mystic Qi. When someone used an intermediate combat technique, they almost killed Lin Fei with one strike. Lin Fei had a deep understanding of this.

"Zhang Wanshan, you definitely didn't expect that your basic combat technique would be known. Trying to use it as a secret killing move against me, you are destined to regret it!"