Chapter 88

"Damn!"

Lin Yiming had already sensed something was amiss when Zhou Kehao started questioning him. Seeing Zhou Kehao about to make a move, he quickly dodged to the side.

"Fatso, die!"

On Zhou Kehao's arm, thick veins bulged, and a stream of spiritual energy flowed through, like green snakes wriggling. His entire arm became grotesque, and his massive fist was about to strike, aiming to crush the fat man's head with one punch.

As the fist was about to land, the air around it emitted a series of clear, crisp sounds, like fireworks exploding in the silent night sky. On the ground, blades of grass, battered by the fierce wind, even broke in the middle, and green fragments flew up.

Before the fist landed, Zhu Lubin could already feel the piercing wind coming towards him, like the cold of winter, stinging his cheeks as if he had been hit by a heavy punch.

Suddenly, just as he was about to react, a figure flashed in front of him, blocking the fierce wind. Then, a gust of wind, no less powerful than Zhou Kehao's, blew up.

Lin Yiming stepped in front of Zhu Lubin, looking at the fist that was rapidly growing larger in front of him. His pupils suddenly constricted, and the martial spirit in his body instantly sank into his dantian.

In an instant, the martial spirit began to beat wildly. It compressed and expanded, and a surge of spiritual energy, like a rising tide, rushed out from his dantian, flowing rapidly along his arm and bursting out from his clenched fist.

With sixty-six rapid beats, the spiritual energy surged like a tidal wave, striking forward.

Lin Yiming also threw a punch.

The two powerful streams of spiritual energy collided in the air, producing a series of howling sounds like a strong wind hitting a window. Between the two, blades of grass were instantly shredded.

Amid the green fragments falling like stars, the two fists collided with a thunderous impact.

Lin Yiming's entire arm went numb instantly. It felt as if he had hit a hard meteorite, not a flesh and blood body. The bones in his fingers felt as if they were shattered. At the same time, a powerful force surged from the opposite side, pushing him back and causing his internal qi and blood to tremble.

He had known that the person in front of him was an Iron Bone Transformation practitioner. He had thought he could defeat him without using the Cangchi Demon Spirit, but now it seemed that was not the case.

"Bang!"

The two fists met, producing a sound like a huge war drum being struck on the battlefield.

In the sound, Zhou Kehao's body trembled, and a powerful force surged from the opposite side, pushing him back. A pure and terrifyingly violent spiritual energy rushed into his body along his arm, wreaking havoc.

The sudden impact made him feel as if his internal organs had shifted, and his qi and blood churned like boiling water.

"Thud, thud, thud." Both men took three steps back before stabilizing.

"Too strong!" Zhou Kehao's deep eyes were filled with shock. The boy in front of him had actually blocked his attack, and not just any block, but a direct, unadorned one. He himself was a mid-stage Iron Bone Transformation practitioner, while the boy in front of him was only a seventh-layer Martial Spirit practitioner!

A seventh-layer Martial Spirit, yet the spiritual energy he had unleashed in that instant was far more than his own, and it was terrifyingly pure. If it weren't for his higher cultivation level, his more concentrated qi and blood, and his much stronger bones, he would have already lost!

The spiritual energy the boy had unleashed in that instant was too powerful.

Behind the broken table, the senior holding the Hellfire Blood Order suddenly stood up, his eyes flashing with intense light. The boy's sudden burst of spiritual energy was terrifying. Even he might not have been able to unleash as much spiritual energy in an instant.

The boy was only a seventh-layer Martial Spirit practitioner. How did he do it? What cultivation method could make a Martial Spirit burst with such strength in an instant? Or did he have some secret technique?

In the academy, it wasn't unheard of for someone to fight across cultivation levels, but this boy had crossed two levels!

In an instant, everyone was stunned. A seventh-layer Martial Spirit challenging an Iron Bone Transformation, this was simply too absurd!

In the crowd, Tian Zhaodi's beautiful eyes widened. This person was also an appraisal master...

Just as everyone was amazed, almost at the same time that Zhou Kehao and Lin Yiming were pushed back and stopped, a net fell from the sky, completely enveloping him.

"Fatso!"

Zhou Kehao was very familiar with this net. At the beginning, he had been on guard against Zhu Lubin throwing this net again. But Lin Yiming had suddenly appeared and fought him head-on, pushing him back and giving the fat man an opportunity to ensnare him.

Zhu Lubin was equally surprised. He had known Lin Yiming was strong. Previously, in the swamp, Lin Yiming had punched a Blood Soul Transformation practitioner into the swamp.

At that time, he had known that Lin Yiming was far stronger than an average Martial Spirit. However, he had always thought that Lin Yiming had caught the Blood Soul Transformation practitioner off guard, and the special conditions of the swamp had helped him.

If they had fought on normal ground, Lin Yiming would have had to put in more effort to win.

But who would have thought that he had underestimated Lin Yiming. Now, Lin Yiming had fought head-on with a stronger Iron Bone Transformation practitioner and held his own.

He had underestimated Lin Yiming.

Although surprised, Zhu Lubin reacted quickly. As soon as the two were pushed back, he took out his net and ensnared Zhou Kehao.

"Hehe, how does it feel, very nostalgic, isn't it!" Zhu Lubin's chubby face trembled slightly, and he looked smug. "Daring to mess with your fat master, let's see who can help you this time." Zhu Lubin reached behind him and pulled out a rope, walking towards Zhou Kehao with a lecherous look.

"Hey, this net is interesting!" The senior holding the Hellfire Blood Order looked at Zhou Kehao, who couldn't break free from the net, with curiosity. A net that even an Iron Bone Transformation practitioner couldn't escape from, this was truly interesting.

Standing on one foot, he lifted the other and stepped on a chair, shouting at Zhou Kehao in the net: "Iron Bone Transformation boy, quickly, break out of this net and teach that fat man a lesson."

As the man spoke, the other seniors also began to cheer loudly.

"Go, Iron Bone Transformation boy, show them your strength."

"Fat man, I believe in you."

"Martial Spirit boy, go, kill that Iron Bone Transformation guy, kill him, and I'll protect you."

"Iron Bone Transformation boy, you're really useless, being beaten by a few Martial Spirits like this, aren't you ashamed?"

Seeing the conflict among the freshmen, the seniors not only didn't stop it but cheered loudly, encouraging both sides as if they were afraid they wouldn't fight. Some even whistled.

In their cheers, the gazes of the other candidates who still needed to pass the exam gradually changed.

"Something seems off." Lin Yiming noticed the hostile gazes around him and felt a chill. He suddenly realized the situation was not good; the four of them had become public enemies!

"Run!"

Almost at the same time, Lin Yiming and Ouyang Aoting shouted, and Lin Yiming grabbed Guo Guo with one hand and Zhu Lubin with the other, and ran.

"Wait, my如意乾坤网 (Ruyi Qiankun Net)!" Zhu Lubin, though confused, quickly retrieved his precious net and followed Lin Yiming and the others in a mad dash.

"Don't let them escape, catch them quickly!"

Around them, the other candidates who still needed to pass the Hellfire West Courtyard exam shouted. Except for Tian Zhaodi, who stood still with her sword, the remaining ninety-five people rushed forward.

"We must catch them. That Martial Spirit is as strong as an Iron Bone Transformation. And that fat man, working so well with him, these four are clearly a team. We have so many people, we must stop them."

"We can't let them escape. They are four people, and so strong. If they escape, we lose four spots."

Lin Yiming and the others could clearly hear the shouts from behind.

"Ha, interesting, very interesting. This year's admission exam is much more interesting than last year's." The man holding the Hellfire Blood Order laughed heartily, looking at the fleeing group and said to the other seniors, "It seems those four boys aren't too stupid; they know to run. I like it, I like it! Our Hellfire West Courtyard needs people like this. Those who only know how to cultivate and don't know how to adapt are fools."