Chapter 82

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In the top 100 first round, Lin Fei's advancement was indeed a surprise to everyone.

If it were an ordinary disciple, no one would have felt anything, but the outcome was beyond their imagination. The good show they had been looking forward to ended up being a one-sided affair.

Out of ten people, few would have known.

Before Zhang Wanshan could even make a move, he was completely overpowered by Lin Fei, leaving only shock. Anyone would have the same thought: Lin Fei must not be offended in the short term!

At least, before they became Xuan practitioners, they must not have any conflicts with Lin Fei. Lin Fei was too ruthless.

With the formidable strength of the Eighth Heaven of Martial Dao and his body's Gang Qi reaching a divine level, Zhang Wanshan was unable to dodge or defend against Lin Fei's fist attacks, a rare and strange occurrence.

With Lin Fei's strength being so overwhelming, who would offend him except for a fool?

Zhang Wanshan was a warning.

The agreement among the top 100 disciples ended up in this situation, no less than a huge joke from heaven. They had to reassess Lin Fei.

Those who had bullied Lin Fei before now regretted it immensely. How could they have bullied Lin Fei back then? Now that he had become so powerful, if he sought revenge... they didn't even dare to imagine it.

"Elder Li, I'm really sorry, but it looks like you can't take my Green Saber. As for your 'Thousand Palm Technique'..." Hu Fei didn't finish his sentence, but everyone understood his meaning. He stroked his beard and laughed heartily.

"Elder Li, you have this day too. Your disciple probably won't be able to practice martial arts for a few months." Hu Fei laughed inwardly. The two of them had been competing, and Hu Fei had always been at a disadvantage. This was a rare opportunity to strike back at Li Ding, so Hu Fei didn't hold back, showing a respectful but determined face.

"Hmph, Elder Hu, rest assured, I will send the palm technique manual to you."

Li Ding stood up, his sleeves flapping, clearly unable to stay any longer. He was like a cold stone, making people hesitant to approach.

In fact, Li Ding was in a terrible mood. In the past, in terms of tactics and strategy, Hu Fei was never his match. He never thought that this time, he would be careless and lose the promotion opportunity to that little brat Lin Fei.

As Elder Li Ding left, the remaining elders all smiled.

"Good job, Elder Hu!"

"It seems you have a chance to take in a good disciple. Cultivate him well, and he will definitely become an excellent saber expert!"

"At such a young age, with such comprehension ability, it's possible that our Divine Martial Gate will produce a Wind Realm expert, renowned in the Unfallen Dynasty!"

...

Hu Fei was in high spirits. This time, he had chosen the right disciple. No matter what, he had to take Lin Fei as his disciple, even if Lin Fei was cultivating the Nine Turn Xuan Gong. There was a chance he might break through and become a Xuan practitioner.

Hu Fei accepted all the congratulations from the elders, as if he were about to become Lin Fei's master.

...

Lin Fei had no idea that he was being favored by the elders and might become an elder's disciple.

Currently, Lin Fei was busy dealing with a group of senior disciples, many of whom came to curry favor or seek forgiveness. Being remembered by a ruthless enemy was a terrifying thing.

With Lin Fei's defeat of Zhang Wanshan, he instantly established a reputation as a powerful and ruthless figure.

In just three months, Lin Fei had advanced from the Fourth Heaven of Martial Dao to the Seventh Heaven, a total of three minor realms, becoming a senior martial artist. He swept through his opponents, smoothly entering the top 90.

Lin Fei's name quickly surpassed Zhang Wudi and Wang Song, becoming the focus of the outer sect.

After all, Lin Fei had set the shortest cultivation record in the Divine Martial Gate.

Three minor realms, one per month on average, such a cultivation speed was unmatched in the outer sect, setting a record.

First,

Cultivation record.

Second,

Powerful combat ability, especially the last move, which left everyone speechless. The tornado-like attack and mysterious saber techniques were overwhelming.

They themselves couldn't withstand such a storm of attacks.

Third,

From a waste to a talented disciple in just three months.

In the following battles,

Lin Fei became a dark horse again. After the previous battles, any opponent he faced generally couldn't withstand his storm of attacks.

Top 80!

Top 60!

Top 50!

Top 40!

...

Lin Fei's strong performance led him to the top 10.

As mentioned earlier, among the disciples, those above the Seventh Heaven of Martial Dao were very few. The number of Ninth Heaven disciples was also limited.

Lin Fei had good luck and didn't encounter any Ninth Heaven disciples during this period, which was a significant highlight.

Entering the top 10 of the top 100 disciples,

Lin Fei undoubtedly became the biggest dark horse.

The top 10 of the outer sect would have the right to enter the Ice Forbidden Zone and the opportunity to become an inner sect disciple, one of the two chances per year.

The top 10 of the outer sect were all earned through strength.

With the Seventh Heaven of Martial Dao strength, Lin Fei stood out, but no one dared to underestimate him.

The top 10 of the outer sect was genuine, with no watered-down achievements.

Reaching this level, regardless of the outcome, they would all gain the qualification to become inner sect disciples and the right to enter the Ice Forbidden Zone to comprehend battle techniques. The most exciting moment had finally arrived.

Who would become the top of the outer sect?

Everyone would be watching.

...

Under the night sky, at Lin Fei's residence!

In the small courtyard, Lin Fei put down the paper in his hand, letting it fall like a leaf onto the stone table, his thoughts in turmoil, feeling very restless.

He drew his long saber, and like the wind, he began to dance in the courtyard. The Black Saber slashed forward, like a white light, each slash cutting through the air.

Release, release.

At this moment, Lin Fei wanted to release all his pent-up frustration, cutting everything in front of him.

"Damn, whatever I think about, it comes. What a headache!"

Lin Fei thought he could blend into the Xuan Tian Continent, but after receiving the letter from the Lin family, his resentment began to resurface, making him feel uncomfortable.

The letter was sent by someone arranged by the Lin family, with a very simple purpose: to have Lin Fei return.

Lin Fei wasn't stupid. Connecting it with Zhang Wanshan's words, he understood the meaning. The Lin family's situation wasn't good. They didn't expect much help from him, just a formality. As for whether to go or not, Lin Fei believed that the family probably didn't even remember him, the third young master.

"Since the letter has come, I might as well go back. Not dealing with these matters will affect me from time to time, which is not a good thing. I hate this uncomfortable feeling!"

One slash after another, the air in front of him was continuously split.

If someone were present, they would be amazed to see that Lin Fei's saber speed was getting faster and faster, becoming a blur, overlapping together.