Chapter 85

The top five were decided in the first round.

Lin Fei remained the dark horse, swiftly defeating Jun Wu Hui with his fast sword, leaving the opponent completely defenseless, which was enough to prove his qualifications as a dark horse, and he became a super dark horse with ease.

Elder Zhang took the stage again!

The lottery began once more.

This time, the lottery results were quite surprising. The super dark horse, Lin Fei, had incredibly good luck and was given a bye, effectively advancing him to the top three. As for the two pairs of opponents, they were Zhang Wudi and Wang Song, and Qian Hu and Kong Wuyi.

Lin Fei was a bit surprised himself, that his luck would be so good, allowing him to be given a bye and truly secure a spot in the top three of the outer sect.

The first arena.

The second arena.

Once again, they drew the attention of the disciples.

"Go, Senior Brother Zhang!"

"Go, Senior Brother Zhang!"

"Go, Senior Brother Wang Song!"

"Go, Senior Brother Wang Song!"

...

The crowd below cheered, with the highest hopes for Zhang Wudi and Wang Song to win the championship, as the victor would secure the glory of being the top one in the outer sect.

"Clang!"

Both were experts in swordsmanship, and they immediately engaged, their sword auras crisscrossing.

The battle officially began.

It must be said that their battle completely exceeded everyone's expectations. They were truly worthy of being disciples at the ninth level of martial arts in the outer sect, with their sword techniques perfectly mastered, their hearts and minds moving as one, and neither having the upper hand.

Zhang Wudi followed a path of dominance, his sword techniques displaying a tyrannical trend, often as fierce as a punch when he struck.

Wang Song's sword techniques, on the other hand, were light and graceful, like willow leaves dancing in the wind, and his sword skills were in no way inferior to Zhang Wudi's.

The two fought evenly, neither able to gain the upper hand, the scene was incredibly intense, making the blood of the disciples boil, and they wished they were on the arena themselves.

...

"Such powerful sword techniques!"

Lin Fei had been closely watching their battle.

No matter which one of them, Lin Fei did not dare to underestimate. He secretly rejoiced that if he hadn't made a breakthrough in his saber techniques, he would probably not be a match for them, and he would surely be defeated in a fight, as their sword techniques were too formidable.

Despite their superb sword techniques and profound understanding, after two hundred moves, the situation began to tilt.

Senior Brother Zhang Wudi, ultimately the dark horse from the previous time, had made rapid progress in the past six months. With his secretly cultivated and perfected mother and son sword techniques, he forcefully broke through Wang Song's defenses and defeated him in one move.

The two hundred-move battle was the best proof of his strength.

"It seems my opponent will be Senior Brother Zhang Wudi."

Lin Fei licked his lips. After his sudden enlightenment and breakthrough in saber techniques last night, he had long wanted to test himself against a true ninth-level martial arts expert to see how much of a gap there was between them.

Finally, the opportunity had come.

...

Half an hour later.

Lin Fei defeated another opponent, Qian Hu, with thirty saber strikes and smoothly advanced to the final.

The top position in the outer sect ultimately fell to Lin Fei and Zhang Wudi.

This result was beyond the imagination of all the outer sect disciples. Lin Fei, the latecomer, with the strength of the seventh level of martial arts, had passed through six rounds and defeated six opponents, advancing to the final for the top position in the outer sect.

What a miraculous event.

What an unimaginable event!

They couldn't even imagine what would happen if Lin Fei won the championship. They believed that in the outer sect of the Divine Martial Gate, Lin Fei would break all historical records for the shortest time to achieve such a feat.

On the first arena.

Zhang Wudi and Lin Fei faced each other for the first time.

"Ha ha, I never thought I would meet the dark horse, Junior Brother Lin Fei, in the final. I believe Junior Brother Lin Fei will not disappoint me!"

Zhang Wudi said, his tone filled with the desire to fight, like a martial arts fanatic who had finally found a worthy opponent, and Lin Fei was that person.

Lin Fei read the fighting spirit of a martial artist in Senior Brother Zhang Wudi's eyes and bowed, saying, "Senior Brother is too kind. I have just been lucky, but for Senior Brother's words, I will certainly give it my all."

Zhang Wudi laughed heartily, showing his straightforwardness, "Good, good, I will be watching. No matter the outcome, you are someone I am willing to fight!"

"Please guide me!"

Lin Fei bowed again, his expression becoming serious.

"Slash!"

Lin Fei's wind-like movement technique was displayed, closing the distance in an instant. The black saber, still in its sheath, was thrust straight down, the saber glow like a rainbow, slashing towards Zhang Wudi.

"Excellent saber technique!"

Despite it being a simple strike, Zhang Wudi's eyes lit up, his long sword drawn, sensing the tyrannical nature of the saber.

"Cross Slash!"

Clang, clang...

The two instantly engaged in battle, then separated, their speed so fast that it was impossible to follow their movements.

This was their peak battle.

The competition for the top position in the outer sect!

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"Senior Brother Lin Fei is so powerful, with the strength of the seventh level of martial arts, he can withstand Senior Brother Zhang Wudi's attacks. He truly is a strong dark horse this time!"

"The dark horse might come to an end. The gap in cultivation levels will make it difficult for Lin Fei to match Senior Brother Zhang Wudi. Didn't you see that Lin Fei is already at a disadvantage?"

"Indeed, Senior Brother Lin Fei seems to be under pressure from Senior Brother Zhang Wudi. It seems the gap in cultivation levels has a significant impact!"

...

On the first arena.

The two exchanged blows, the sounds of their weapons clashing continuously, making it impossible to distinguish between them. The first arena was in a state of danger, filled with nothing but the glow of their weapons.

Clang!

The two separated again.

At this point, both had undergone some changes.

Lin Fei's clothes were torn in several places, blood staining his shirt, clearly showing the gap in their battle. On the other hand, Zhang Wudi was breathing heavily, unlike his fight with Senior Brother Wang Song, where he had to exhaust his internal mystic energy.

One had a tyrannical saber technique, the other a tyrannical sword technique.

Both were tyrannical.

The consumption of internal mystic energy was not something ordinary people could compare to.

"Junior Brother Lin Fei, if this continues, you will lose on the arena. Don't you think I am worth you unsheathing your saber?"

Zhang Wudi held his long sword, pointing it at Lin Fei, a hint of regret on his face, or perhaps a bit of dissatisfaction. At least in the outer sect, no one could be as fierce as Lin Fei. After their exchange, Lin Fei's strength was not considered strong, but his speed and fierce saber techniques made him a formidable opponent, a rare fighting style in the outer sect.

Lin Fei glanced down, this was one of the few times he had been injured in an arena battle. This fight had given him a thorough understanding of the ninth level of martial arts.

"It seems I can't win Zhang Wudi without using my ultimate move. This guy is indeed a formidable opponent." Lin Fei thought and immediately made a decision.

Use the ultimate move!

"Ha ha, if Senior Brother says so, I wouldn't want to disappoint you. Since that's the case, Senior Brother, receive my newly learned continuous saber sea!"

Lin Fei's foot touched the ground, and his aura instantly rose, like a sharp and dangerous blade.

He raised his hand and struck, straightforward and direct, a single strike.

"Good, good, let's decide the winner now!"

Zhang Wudi sensed the danger in the saber technique, surpassing all previous saber techniques. He clearly understood that this was Lin Fei's ultimate move, and the outcome would be decided.

"Convergence of Ten Thousand Swords!"

Countless sword shadows appeared in Zhang Wudi's hands, an intangible humming sound, sword auras rampant, echoing on the arena.

"Merge!"

"Slash!"

When Lin Fei's saber strike flowed like clouds and water, countless shadows continuously overlapped, continuously struck, and continuously merged, like a continuous sea of sabers, a dangerous aura spreading. The elders on the elders' platform were shocked.

The first strike, Convergence of Ten Thousand Swords was broken.

The second strike, Zhang Wudi's long sword snapped.

The third strike, the aura was broken, and he retreated hastily.

The fourth strike, a loud boom, the entire arena could not withstand the attack, collapsing, and countless rocks flew out, injuring many disciples in an instant.

...

After the dust settled.

The first arena was now a pile of ruins.

In the ruins, a blurry figure appeared, then revealed a shocking and unbelievable expression.

Lin Fei emerged.

Zhang Wudi lay on the broken stones, pale-faced, defeated by Lin Fei's five strikes.

"Lin Fei is mighty, Lin Fei is the first!"

"Lin Fei is mighty, Lin Fei is the first!"