Chapter 78

Lin Fei's confrontation with Zhang Wanshan was no less than an intense clash!

If it weren't for the impressive record Lin Fei had built up, who among the outer sect disciples would have known that the once unremarkable disciple could achieve something beyond their imagination.

In the half-year competition, he truly fought his way into the top hundred disciples, overcoming six challenges and defeating six opponents, thus no one dared to underestimate Lin Fei's strength.

A person with a terrifying cultivation speed, even if they could never break through to become a Xuan practitioner, was not someone they could match in the short term.

The battle between Lin Fei and Zhang Wanshan had long become a focal point of attention for both the major and minor outer sect disciples.

What would be the outcome of this battle between the two?

It was highly anticipated! Even more so than the battle between Senior Brother Wang Song, for one of them was once high and mighty, while the other was an ordinary disciple no one would look at twice, with a vast difference between them.

Among those present, who didn't have a dark side?

If they could see a former waste of a disciple defeat Zhang Wanshan and trample him underfoot, it would certainly be a very exciting thing.

Thus, the battle between Lin Fei and Zhang Wanshan attracted more attention than any other arena.

Who could resist such a spectacle!

...

Upon hearing the elder's announcement, the most surprised was Lin Fei.

"Coming so quickly, could it be that heaven is helping me?"

A hint of surprise flashed across Lin Fei's face, and he instinctively looked up at the clear sky, with white clouds floating by, a very good day. He was indeed puzzled by his good luck.

Despite his doubts, Lin Fei was eager to trample Zhang Wanshan underfoot as soon as possible, to truly integrate his soul and avoid losing control of his emotions from time to time.

This emotional response was something Lin Fei found very unpleasant.

In his original imagination, encountering Zhang Wanshan would be at least around the top fifty. From the information he had secretly gathered from the outer sect disciples, he had not yet made a move but had already thoroughly understood his opponent, as the saying goes, "Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will never be defeated in a hundred battles."

From the information he had gathered, Zhang Wanshan was a very strong opponent, known as "Blood Hand," with exceptional hand techniques. He had cultivated the "Zhengyang Xuan Gong" to the eighth level of martial arts, with a powerful and boundless yang energy, making him quite formidable.

"Whether it's luck or for some other reason, since we've met, let's resolve this once and for all. From now on, I will be a true and genuine Lin Fei!"

Lin Fei took a deep breath, his body brimming with the desire to fight. His only goal was to trample Zhang Wanshan underfoot, eliminating the potential drawbacks and truly integrating into the Xuantian Continent, so as not to be affected by his emotions from time to time, which was not something Lin Fei wanted to see.

Now that the opportunity had finally come, Lin Fei would not let it slip away.

...

"The good show is finally about to begin!"

"Looking forward to it, really looking forward to it. It's said that Senior Brother Zhang Wanshan is very capable, known for his 'Blood Hand' reputation. Lin Fei's knife skills are formidable, with a terrifying speed. It's quite difficult for an average eighth-level martial arts practitioner to defeat Lin Fei. I wonder what means Senior Brother Zhang Wanshan will use!"

"Hehe, regardless of the means, let's just enjoy the show. There will definitely be an intense battle between them. Who would have thought that the first match would be such a good show. This time, we will really get our fill of excitement."

...

On the tenth arena!

Zhang Wanshan was the first to step onto the arena, chest out and head held high, exuding a domineering aura, drawing a chorus of cheers.

"Go, Senior Brother Zhang, you will definitely win!"

"Go, Senior Brother Zhang, go, Senior Brother Zhang!"

"Defeat that waste of a disciple Lin Fei, Senior Brother Zhang is the best!"

...

Zhang Wanshan had gained fame early on and had a good reputation among the outer sect disciples. Being an elder's disciple, he had already gained a considerable number of admirers.

In any sect, once someone had great strength and a powerful background, they would naturally be admired by others.

When Lin Fei stepped onto the arena, it was clearly much quieter, with far less momentum than Zhang Wanshan. He was quite displeased, muttering to himself, "Daring to act tough in front of me, wait until I beat you so badly your mother won't recognize you!"

Although Lin Fei had not had much contact with Zhang Wanshan, he had a deep-seated resentment towards the Zhang family, with Zhang Wanshan being the root cause.

A third son of the Zhang family, arranged to stay in the Divine Martial Sect for five years, constantly bullied, and leaving an indelible hatred, which accumulated over time to a terrifying level, like a volcano about to erupt, ready to spew out lava at any moment.

Unfortunately, the volcano had not yet erupted, and all the hatred was absorbed by Lin Fei.

...

At the same time.

The elders' attention was mostly focused on the tenth arena.

The Ninefold Xuan Gong, they all knew about it, and had even seen its power in the past. Unfortunately, no one had cultivated the Ninefold Xuan Qi since then.

Now, a disciple who had cultivated the Ninefold Xuan Qi and had also cultivated formidable knife skills was a rare sight in the outer sect of the Divine Martial Sect.

Thus, Lin Fei piqued the interest of the elders.

The first match of the top hundred disciples, with Lin Fei facing Zhang Wanshan, and the conflict between the two, was clear to them, making them quite uncomfortable.

"Elder Hu, I heard you have a particular fondness for disciples who use knives, and you are quite interested in Lin Fei. How about we make a small bet, using Lin Fei and Zhang Wanshan on the tenth arena?"

Elder Li Ding's words immediately caught the attention of the elders, their expressions subtly changing, a change that outsiders could not detect. Their eyes clearly said, "I knew it would come to this." "Here we go again."

Elder Hu's fingers subconsciously tapped the armrest of his chair, his eyes flickering with a hint of anger, his gaze reflecting a hint of anger towards Elder Li Ding.

Everyone present knew that Elder Li Ding had a short temper and a history with Elder Hu, often engaging in conflicts.

As elders, they could not engage in sparring matches, as it would be a loss of face, so betting became a popular way for them to compete.

For example, during the top hundred disciples competition, some elders would place small bets.

Elders Li Ding and Hu Fei had been in conflict for several years, which was why they felt uncomfortable upon hearing this.

Upon hearing Elder Li Ding mention Lin Fei, Elder Hu Fei's brows furrowed, immediately recalling the matter with Li Ding, feeling uneasy, but maintaining a calm expression.

"Just an ordinary disciple, what's there to bet on!"

Elder Hu Fei flatly refused.

Anyone could tell that this madman Li Ding was about to repeat some old behavior, such as...

"Is Elder Hu so lacking in confidence? Haven't you always wanted to find a disciple with a high understanding of knives? Lin Fei seems quite suitable." Li Ding chuckled, his laughter cold and even threatening.

"Hmph, you, Hu Fei, want to take Lin Fei as a disciple, but I will cripple that Lin Fei right in front of you."