Chapter 14: The Young Xuan Yuan! Sixth Update

  The old man in white said, "Here at the stone platform is the bulletin board. You can check your opponents for yourselves. The actual battle will take place tomorrow afternoon. The first round of selecting the top 5,000 will last for three days. Everyone please make preparations."

  Upon hearing the old man in white's words, everyone noticed the three stone tablets on the stone pedestal, which should be the bulletin board.

  After the old man in white left, everyone rushed onto the stone platform and looked at who they would be fighting against.

  Tang Lin didn't go to see and directly returned to the Jiuxiang Building.

  "No matter who it is, I can only do one thing, and that's to defeat them!" Tang Lin didn't care who his opponent was, his goal was the top ten!

  No one can stop his pace!

  God blocks killing God, heaven blocks reversing heaven!

  Back in the courtyard, Tang Lin continued to practice his body technique until nightfall before stopping, maintaining his abundant physical strength to welcome tomorrow's battle.

  This night is destined to be sleepless for many people.

  Tang Lin sat in the courtyard, gazing up at the starry sky, and softly said: "Sister, I will definitely strive to be among the top ten, I definitely will!"

  Among the dense stars, it seemed as if a star twinkled.

  ……

  The next day.

  Early in the morning, Tang Lin left the Tian Xiang Lou Pavilion and entered the martial arts arena. The entire arena was packed with people, surrounding a high stone platform. Eight stone platforms were set up around it, each about 100 feet wide and square in shape, seemingly appearing out of nowhere overnight.

  The figure of the old man in white robe appeared floating above the square, shouting: "Nine Swords Ask for Ding, the real martial arts competition officially begins!"

  Everyone's blood seemed to be boiling with fervor.

  It's finally started!

  All geniuses are looking forward to competing with other geniuses from all over the mainland.

  On those eight battle stages, there were some people from the Tianyu tribe who appeared. Next to each stage, near the steps, there was a golden bronze bell.

  Next to the bronze bell sat a Tianyu tribesman, flipping through a thin book filled with names.

  "The first battle stage, the first match, Wang Hou. Versus: Leng Yue!"

  "Please have the contestant come on stage within ten minutes, otherwise it will be considered a forfeit!"

  "Round 2, Match 1. Hakuren vs. Rakuten!"

  "Please have the contestant come on stage within ten minutes, otherwise it will be considered a forfeit!"

  "The Third Battle of Taiwan..."

  On each stage, there were people loudly reciting names, the sound spreading throughout the square, clearly entering everyone's ears.

  "The battle will last for three days." Tang Lin's eyes flashed, "Eight battle stages, one to two hundred battles per day, can be completed in three days."

  "A master's battle should be quick."

  Tang Lin immediately walked to a stage and casually looked at the contestants on it.

  Only two people were seen on the battlefield. On the left was a blond-haired young man with an ordinary appearance, his expression cold and indifferent, holding a black knife in his hand.

  And in front of him was a short and stout girl with a waist as thick as a bucket, two legs like an elephant's. She was holding two hammers in her hands.

  The two men's weapons were all selected from the weapon rack next to the platform, which hung over a hundred kinds of weapons. Although it is said that there are only eighteen kinds of weapons, in fact, there are many other strange and unusual weapons, such as scrolls and ancient zithers.

  Everything is available here, and if some people create their own weapons, they can also apply to the organizer for temporary casting.

  In the tournament, it is not allowed to use one's own weapons.

  Otherwise, what is being tested is not talent, but background and wealth.

  Tang Lin looked at the two people's movements, which were extremely agile, about half-saint cultivation. The weapons in their hands collided and rubbed against each other, producing sparks, but without any gaps.

  "These weapons should all be sacred artifacts with sealed powers. In terms of durability alone, they are very strong." Tang Lin thought to himself.

  At this time, the short and stout girl on stage suddenly swung her hammer like a whirlwind, heavily pounding it onto the ground.

  Boom!

  The ground shook once, and a surge of internal energy shot out along the ground towards the blond-haired boy, passing through his boots and seeping into his soles.

  The blond boy's face suddenly showed a hint of pain, and his body's movement speed sharply decreased. The short and chubby girl seized the opportunity, and the hammer in her hand flew out directly.

  Boom!

  The blond youth's body flew out and heavily fell on the battlefield, coughing up a mouthful of blood.

  The middle-aged man of the Heavenly Wing clan standing on the stage announced the result of the battle, and the short and chubby girl won.

  Tang Lin looked at the two people's movements, both of which had reached the realm of unity between heaven and man, and were quite accomplished.

  Fierce battles appeared on every battlefield, some battlefields were fought with great enthusiasm, only to see dark clouds gathering in the sky, and at a glance, it was known that they were summoned.

  Rumble...

  A thunderbolt crashes into the battlefield, shaking the earth with a loud rumble.

  Fortunately, there were four Tianyu tribe members suppressing each of the eight battle platforms from the outside, joining forces to cast an energy shield that completely enveloped the inside, preventing the entire square from becoming a battlefield.

  Tang Lin's gaze wandered over the eight battle stages.

  "Huh?" Suddenly, Tang Lin saw the sixth arena, a white-clothed youth who had just walked onto the stage. This white-clothed youth carried a sword on his back, cold as a thousand-year-old ice, without any temperature at all.

  Tang Lin immediately recognized that this person was the white-clothed sword-wielding youth who lived in the same Jiu Xiang Building, seemingly named Xuan Yuan?

  Tang Lin immediately looked at his game.

  The white-clad youth's opponent was a sturdy and robust young man with dark skin, an ordinary appearance but with a hint of elegance.

  "Let's begin!" The robust young man's eyes gleamed with spirit, holding a knife in his hand, he said to the white-clothed young man: "Draw your weapon! Otherwise, I'll make sure you don't even have time to draw it!"

  The young man in white simply looked at him coldly and said after a moment: "You're not worthy!"

  These three words are simply a slap in the face!

  The majestic young man let out a cold laugh, his body suddenly bursting forth with explosive speed, displaying swift and nimble footwork that completely surpassed the realm of unity between heaven and man, reaching an extraordinary and sacred level.

  As swift as lightning.

  Only a few people in the audience could see the majestic figure of the young man, and Tang Lin was one of them. He saw him perform mysterious steps, twisting and turning, before arriving in front of the white-clothed youth, his knife suddenly slashing down.

  The knife's aura is like a river overturning, cold air presses down on people.

  The young man in white simply stood there indifferently, and when the knife was about to fall on his forehead, his palm slowly stretched out.

  This is a slender white palm, more delicate and beautiful than a woman's fingers, yet full of strong power.

  The palm grasped the blade like it was grasping a straw.

  The robust young man's pupils constricted, staring at the white-clothed youth in shock. At the same time, the white-clothed youth's hand suddenly loosened. Then his body flashed, appearing behind the robust young man in an instant.

  The majestic young man only felt a pain in the back of his head and fell forward into a faint.

  Instant Knockout!

  Victory!

  Tang Lin's eyes narrowed. The speed of this white-clothed youth just now was almost comparable to his own speed when he used "Shrinking into an inch".

  What caught his attention was that one swift hand knife, fast enough that it could only be captured as a faint shadow.

  Tang Lin furrowed his brow, knowing this person was his arch-nemesis.

  The young man in white had won the victory without even drawing his sword, and the rest of the geniuses in the audience were amazed because few people could see the movements of the white-clothed youth.

  Tang Lin withdrew his gaze and looked towards the other battle stages.

  On the first battlefield, a girl with emerald green hair. Standing elegantly on the stage, her delicate white porcelain-like face is filled with serenity.

  In front of her was a cold and stern young man, gripping the war knife in his hand, staring at her with an icy gaze.

  The judge shouted "Start the fight!" The green-haired girl suddenly disappeared, and then the cold-looking boy fell to the ground with a thud.

  It's all over from the start!

  Tang Lin stared blankly, deeply remembering the emerald green girl's face. Judging from her speed just now, she had probably already surpassed his own speed when he was at his strongest and most compact.

  "Such strength. Could it be that you've charged through the 9th level of the Sword Tower?"

  Tang Lin's expression was grave and serious.

  On other battlefields, it sometimes happens that a fight is over as soon as it has begun.

  "Third round, thirty-sixth match, Tang Lin, versus Fang Tian!"

  Tang Lin heard the shouting and followed the sound to the third battlefield, walking up to the steps beside it. Here stood an old man who said to Tang Lin: "Please put away all the magical artifacts or sacred objects on your body, you cannot carry any spirit stones, talismans, or other consumable items."

  Tang Lin nodded slightly and put away the Water Moon Robe on his body, changing into ordinary clothes.

  "And also two from your own sea of knowledge." The old man smiled and said.

  Tang Lin was shocked in his heart, he didn't expect the old man's strength to be so powerful, and at a glance, he saw the Town Evil Bell and Fang Tian Symbol in his own sea of consciousness.

  He furrowed his brow and stored both of them in his storage ring first.

  "Come on stage." The old man said gently.

  Tang Lin stepped up onto the stage, his opponent was a giant of a man, almost twice as tall as Tang Lin, with muscles rippling beneath his skin.

  Tang Lin's eyes flashed, guessing that this person was probably from a minority tribe in the border wilderness.

  "Little one, choose your weapon." The burly giant's mouth emitted a youthful voice, with a tone like thunder.

  Tang Lin slightly shook his head and said, "No need."

  "Needless to say?" The burly giant's eyes flashed with anger, saying: "Actually looking down on me, great!"

  Tang Lin didn't say much more.

  He took one glance and saw that this giant of a man was only half-saint in strength, with spiritual power reaching around sixty stones. Choosing a weapon would be a waste of time.

  "My weapon is my fist, you'd better be careful." The burly giant raised his hand and looked at Tang Lin with a cold smile.

  Tang Lin's expression was calm and composed.

  The battle has begun.

  Tang Lin's body suddenly burst out, shrinking the distance to inches, and instantly appeared in front of the burly giant, raising a fist to heavily punch.

  There is no boxing technique, just pure strength.

  Boom!

  The towering giant's body retreated seven or eight steps back, his fists exploding in extreme pain.

  Tang Lin's body flashed again and appeared in front of him, grabbing one of his arms with both hands and flinging him out of the battlefield.

  Whoosh!

  The burly giant didn't even have a chance to react before being directly thrown off the stage.

  The battle ended in an instant.

  Everyone was shocked and immediately knew that Tang Lin was not a good person to mess with, secretly remembering his appearance and name.

  After the fight, as Tang Lin walked down the steps, the old man said to him: "If you are injured, you can take the Golden Wound Medicine to recover your strength and heal your wounds."

  Tang Lin shook his head and said, "No need." He directly left the battlefield and came to the side to quietly wait for the second round.

  ……

  The sixth update is complete. I'm exhausted, it's 5 o'clock, and I almost fainted halfway through. Writing six updates in one day has fried my brain.

  Wow, thank you very much for everyone's efforts, helping Wu Liang guard the ranking, Lao Gu is deeply grateful and very moved.

  Thanks for the last-minute tips from all brothers.

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