Chapter 74

Lin Fei won again, defeating his opponent.

This time, Lin Fei's victory left everyone in disbelief.

Defeating Jia Kun was understandable and not too surprising, but now Lin Fei had defeated Chen Xiaosheng, who was at the Eighth Level of Martial Arts, effectively placing him in the same rank.

What was crucial was that Lin Fei's victory this time left everyone utterly baffled.

The disciples, like watching flowers through a mist, could not discern how Chen Xiaosheng had been defeated. The only thing they could sense was that Lin Fei had drawn his blade, and the rest was almost imperceptible.

Chen Xiaosheng was defeated under these circumstances.

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"I actually lost, to a Lin Fei who was still a nobody three months ago. How is this possible!"

Staring at the cold, sharp scabbard, Chen Xiaosheng was dumbfounded, in a state of extreme shock, unable to recover.

Before stepping onto the stage, Chen Xiaosheng was full of confidence. Although Jia Kun had been defeated by Lin Fei, he believed that if he were to fight, he would surely win.

With this mindset, he stepped up, but now his face was filled with unprecedented disappointment and unwillingness to accept defeat.

Lin Fei sheathed his blade, turned, and walked off the stage, leaving Chen Xiaosheng in a daze.

Only Lin Fei himself knew the details of the consecutive attacks. He cherished the Black Slaughter Blade, and using the scabbard to defeat others was probably a unique feat.

After this match, everyone outside the stage automatically made way for him.

If before they had doubted Lin Fei's strength, from this moment on, Lin Fei was truly a master.

Among the outer disciples, those at the Eighth Level of Martial Arts were genuine masters, capable of gaining a considerable reputation even outside, sufficient to become an elder in a small family.

By defeating Chen Xiaosheng, who was at the Eighth Level of Martial Arts, Lin Fei had entered the ranks of the high-level disciples.

Chen Xiaosheng's defeat made Lin Fei a true dark horse, a powerful one, causing a significant impact on the Eighth Level of Martial Arts disciples.

In fact, all the Eighth Level of Martial Arts disciples were deeply moved.

They knew Chen Xiaosheng's strength very well. Even if they faced him, they might not necessarily defeat him. Now, Lin Fei had defeated Chen Xiaosheng with just twenty strikes, something they admitted they could not do. To determine a winner, it would take at least a hundred moves, and that was on the faster side.

Lin Fei's attack with just twenty strikes was the most incomprehensible part.

Defeating Chen Xiaosheng and advancing to the next round, for the Eighth Level of Martial Arts disciples present, was like a formidable obstacle. No one dared to doubt anymore.

Doubt, Chen Xiaosheng was the best proof.

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The Eighth Level of Martial Arts disciples were puzzled and confused.

The Ninth Level of Martial Arts disciples were few in number among the outer disciples.

At this moment, they were all gathered together.

"Brother Zhang Wudi, Lin Fei's blade technique just now was so powerful. Did you see anything special, Brother?"

Among the disciples, a bald, black-clad young man stood out, with a bald head, thick eyebrows, and large eyes, exuding a sense of determination and not just handsomeness, but the spirit of a martial artist.

This question drew the attention of the other disciples, as this bald disciple was none other than Brother Zhang Wudi, the most acclaimed in the outer disciples.

Zhang Wudi, as his name suggested, had exceptional talent, breaking into the Ninth Level of Martial Arts in just three years since joining. It was rumored that he was not far from breaking through to become a Xuan practitioner.

In the outer disciples, Zhang Wudi had long been renowned. Even at the Eighth Level of Martial Arts, he could defeat Ninth Level disciples, causing a sensation. Unfortunately, he did not make it into the top ten of the outer disciples.

Even so, Zhang Wudi's name was well-known among the disciples.

In this top hundred disciples competition, Zhang Wudi was the most highly anticipated. In their hearts, Brother Zhang Wudi would surely win the first place in the outer disciples and smoothly enter the inner disciples.

Zhang Wudi said solemnly, "Fellow disciples, how many strikes do you think Lin Fei used just now?"

No one expected Brother Zhang Wudi to ask such a question.

"Brother Zhang, wasn't it twenty strikes?"

"Yes, Lin Fei's blade speed was very fast. It looked like twenty strikes to me. Could it be more? How is that possible? Lin Fei couldn't have made more strikes!"

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The disciples were stunned, unable to guess what Brother Zhang Wudi was trying to say.

Twenty strikes were already quite terrifying to them.

Zhang Wudi, without turning his head, looked at the seventh stage and said calmly, "Lin Fei's blade technique may seem ordinary, but it has a deeper secret. He did not use twenty strikes, but twenty-three. Chen Xiaosheng lost because of the last three strikes. If Lin Fei hadn't held back, Chen Xiaosheng would have needed at least half a year to recover!"

"What, twenty-three strikes? How is that possible? It looked like twenty strikes!"

"Damn, how did Lin Fei train? Twenty-three strikes, I doubt there is another outer disciple who can match that speed!"

"No wonder Lin Fei is so formidable. His blade technique is truly terrifying. Just for this, he is already a master. Brother Zhang is indeed sharp, able to see through the twenty-three strikes with his keen eyes!"

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The secret of the twenty-three strikes could not be hidden and quickly spread, drawing the attention of many.

The lower and mid-level disciples were all stunned. They could not believe that reaching the peak of blade technique could have such an effect.

Those who guessed twenty strikes were now dumbfounded.

Lin Fei seemed even more formidable than they had imagined, defeating two Eighth Level of Martial Arts masters in a row and showcasing astonishing blade skills, truly a dark horse.

The elders were also in a state of shock.

Their discernment was better than that of the disciples. Lin Fei's blade speed was indeed astonishing.

In the world of martial arts, speed is the ultimate.

With speed, any flaw in any move can be exploited.

"Lin Fei's speed is indeed very fast, almost reaching the limit. He continuously used twenty-three strikes, each one more stable than the last. Fifteen strikes broke through Chen Xiaosheng's defense, and the last eight strikes defeated him. Unfortunately, Chen Xiaosheng did not see the last three strikes, which is why he lost."

"It seems a true dark horse will emerge this time. If Lin Fei's blade speed improves further and reaches the legendary realm, even Ninth Level of Martial Arts masters might not be able to match him!"

"You mean the Wind Realm? How is that possible? No one in the outer disciples has ever achieved it, so how could Lin Fei?"

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The elders shook their heads, disbelieving.

Lin Fei's ability to reach this level was already incredibly surprising. Facing Ninth Level of Martial Arts masters, his chances of winning were not high.

At this moment, Lin Fei's gaze fell on Zhang Wanshan.

Our six-month agreement, are you prepared?