Chapter 73

Lin Fei's strong emergence was indeed something no one had expected, and gradually, people began to address him as "Senior Brother"!

In the Divine Martial Sect, whether it was the inner or outer sect, what mattered was strength.

Lin Fei, with his Seventh Level Martial Dao strength, almost swept through all the same-level experts, and then, with a realm difference, defeated Senior Brother Jia Kun, smoothly earning the qualification to advance to the next round. The strength he displayed on the stage was enough to earn him the title of "Senior Brother."

"Senior Brother" represented strength and talent, regardless of age.

If it were three months ago, no one present would have paid attention to Lin Fei, because he was not a high-level expert and did not have the qualifications.

In the previous battle, by strongly defeating Jia Kun, Lin Fei was on par with the Eighth Level Martial Dao Senior Brothers.

Although everyone knew that Lin Fei's rapid progress must have been due to some opportunity, either the Ninefold Profound Art or something else, there was no other possibility.

Even if they were unwilling, they had to call him "Senior Brother Lin Fei!"

...

On the ten stages, Lin Fei's previous performance was particularly eye-catching.

Those disciples who were preparing to show off were all stunned. This time, during the semi-annual competition, a freak like Lin Fei emerged.

Defeating an opponent with a realm difference without much effort was worth paying attention to.

Thus, the remaining disciples on the stages performed even more diligently, not wanting to be overshadowed by Lin Fei's appearance.

Everyone witnessed a rare scene.

The cause was simply the appearance of this freak, Lin Fei.

With over eight hundred disciples and ten stages, the competition progressed quite quickly.

In the blink of an eye, it was afternoon.

The over eight hundred disciples had now been reduced to around six hundred, just a few steps away from the top hundred spots, which was stimulating the disciples.

Lin Fei stood below the stage, watching the battles on various stages, which were dazzling with fist techniques, sword techniques, and palm techniques. Each outer sect disciple was very powerful.

Generally, Seventh Level Martial Dao disciples would inevitably lose to Eighth Level Martial Dao disciples.

After watching the morning session, the Seventh Level Martial Dao disciples who advanced to the next round were few and far between, and no one else was like him.

Lin Fei felt extremely proud.

Especially when he came down from the stage, he noticed Zhang Wanshan's gloomy face. With a martial artist's vision, the distance was not an issue. His enemy's anger made Lin Fei happy.

Happiness must be built on others' pain!

...

"Number 707 Lin Fei, versus Number 612 Chen Xiaosheng!"

The voice of Zhang the steward echoed on the stage again.

This time, the draw was not good, just like before, he drew an Eighth Level Martial Dao disciple.

"Damn, my luck can't be this bad, can it?"

Lin Fei cursed in his heart. He remembered Chen Xiaosheng, who he had rejected earlier. Now meeting on the stage, it wasn't that he was thinking the worst, but his experience in university life told him that Chen Xiaosheng would definitely hold a grudge.

Drawing Chen Xiaosheng was something Lin Fei himself did not expect.

When this draw result came out,

Below the stage, many people saw the signs. Rumors, after all, were something people would remember in their idle moments.

Lin Fei had his suspicions but was not worried about any schemes from Senior Brother Chen Xiaosheng.

Stage 7 once again became the focus.

Chen Xiaosheng's reputation was higher than Jia Kun's. He had been at the Eighth Level Martial Dao for over a year, and his use of Gang Qi was versatile, far surpassing the newly promoted Jia Kun.

If the previous battle showed that Lin Fei had the means to contend with a Gang Qi expert, then this time, they were watching to see where Lin Fei's true strength lay.

If he could defeat Senior Brother Chen Xiaosheng, who had been at this level for years,

Then, Lin Fei could be compared to an Eighth Level Martial Dao expert, and the outer sect of the Divine Martial Sect would have a talented disciple.

Despite...

...

On the stage.

Lin Fei in a green robe, Chen Xiaosheng in a white robe, they faced each other.

"Lin Fei, I never thought you would emerge like a dark horse, it's truly unexpected. Unfortunately, you've met me, and your qualification to advance will end in my hands!"

"Clang!"

The long sword was drawn, a three-foot green blade, shining brightly under the sun, pointing at Lin Fei.

Chen Xiaosheng never expected to meet Lin Fei. Originally, he had Peng Bao deal with Lin Fei, but it ended up making Lin Fei's reputation rise unexpectedly.

Chen Xiaosheng had no deep hatred for Lin Fei, just a bit of annoyance.

Chen Xiaosheng was in this situation.

Now, with Lin Fei's rising reputation, Chen Xiaosheng could taste the implications. If he could defeat Lin Fei, he would gain favor with many people and even enhance his own reputation.

So, Lin Fei must lose!

"Words are useless, let's see who's stronger!"

Lin Fei had already detected the excitement in the other's tone, clearly seeing himself as an easy target.

"Slash!"

With a loud cry, Lin Fei thrust his Black Slaughter Blade forward, a simple and basic move—chop, something only beginners would use.

"Surprised Cloud Sword Technique!"

Chen Xiaosheng's three-foot green blade thrust upward, Gang Qi exploded like a wave, transforming into hundreds of fine needles. This was the Gang Qi technique of transforming Gang Qi into needles, forming a web of needles that enveloped Lin Fei, showcasing the strength of an Eighth Level Martial Dao expert.

...

"Senior Brother Chen Xiaosheng is formidable, using the Gang Qi needle technique right away. Lin Fei is going to lose this time."

"Probably won't take more than ten moves. Once the Surprised Cloud Sword Technique is unleashed, Lin Fei is bound to lose!"

...

The disciples below the stage cheered.

Many of them were junior brothers who admired Senior Brother Chen Xiaosheng and naturally hoped he would defeat Lin Fei and gain glory.

"The technique is good, but it won't work on me!"

Lin Fei shouted, and the downward attack of the Black Slaughter Blade suddenly changed to a horizontal slash. As mentioned earlier, the Black Slaughter Blade was incredibly heavy, and if not for the strange fruit, Lin Fei might not even be able to lift it, let alone use it freely.

Thus, this horizontal slash did not produce a blade aura, but a heavy force, like a vast land pressing down.

In the face of such overwhelming force, everything was futile.

"Interesting!"

Chen Xiaosheng's eyebrows twitched. His move was broken, which was somewhat unexpected, especially since the Gang Qi was instantly nullified, leaving no time to think.

With the first move failing, the long sword drew a circle, and Chen Xiaosheng's footwork made him appear as if countless people were moving, which was quite shocking.

"Thousand Shadows Body Technique!"

While moving, Chen Xiaosheng suddenly thrust his sword from different directions, delivering fifteen strikes in three breaths, each strike accompanied by Gang Qi, blocking all of Lin Fei's escape routes, leaving no room for any opportunity.

"Surprised Cloud Sword Technique, myriad changes!"

This was Chen Xiaosheng's signature attack.

Chen Xiaosheng's "fast sword" came from this, delivering fifteen strikes in three breaths, a powerful move.

At this moment, Lin Fei actually smiled.

As Chen Xiaosheng moved, Lin Fei followed, and the Black Slaughter Blade moved instantly. To the outside observer, it seemed that Lin Fei had transformed into the wind, delivering twenty slashes from different angles, each one invisible to the naked eye.

These twenty slashes were like a continuous mountain range, endless.

On the elder's seat, Elder Hu stood up, his eyes shining.

"Chen Xiaosheng is going to lose. I didn't expect this Lin Fei to once again use overwhelming force to defeat his opponent. Chen Xiaosheng's loss is not unjustified!"

Before the crowd could understand, a dull sound came from the stage.

The aftermath dissipated, and Lin Fei's Black Slaughter Blade was just a short distance from Chen Xiaosheng's throat. The white-robed Chen Xiaosheng had three cuts on his chest, clearly formed in an instant.

"I admit."

{Piaotian Literature}