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The members of the Lin Clan were all moved, only the two of them had calm expressions. Lin Wushuang, Lin Hu.

Lin Tiefeng rapidly gathered his martial energy and moved towards his right arm, slowing the flow of blood as he closed his eyes.

"What is he trying to do!" The Lin Clan disciples were puzzled.

Lin Caixuan was somewhat puzzled by Lin Tiefeng's actions, but she didn't let her guard down. She tapped the ground with the tip of her foot and retreated backwards.

After which, Lin Tiefeng opened his eyes, which were filled with a crimson color, as though he was about to erupt at any moment.

"Berserk mode?! This child is truly mad! He must choose this martial art for the sake of getting better!"

The old man stroked his beard, his right hand spread out horizontally, ready to stop the fight at any moment.

What was [Madness] meant to forget pain and injuries. There was only a single thought left in his mind, and that was to defeat his opponent.

As expected, even though Lin Tiefeng's right arm had been penetrated, it seemed to have no effect, even his speed seemed to have increased a little.

The two fists struck Lin Caixuan, forcing her to retreat. Each strike was accompanied by the sound of breaking wind. Regardless of how much blood was spilled on her right arm, he turned a deaf ear to it.

Lin Caixuan raised her brows slightly and struck out with her soul. Lin Tie-fist paused for a moment, and with the help of this pause, Lin Caixuan pulled away.

The first Shadow Dance, accompanied by a series of sonic booms, once again penetrated Lin Tiefeng's right leg.

After the first strike, Lin Tiefeng's eyes dimmed. However, it did not affect his movements at all as he began to move once more. It was obvious that his movement speed had slowed by a few degrees.

As she slowed down, Lin Caixuan slowly widened the distance between them. Every time she attacked, she would pierce through Lin Tiefeng's body.

Ten minutes later, before Lin Tiefeng could even fall to the ground, his entire body was already filled with blood, as if he was a man made of blood.

The scene was exceptionally bloody and terrifying. If this were to continue, Lin Dong's Iron Fist would definitely flow into the fresh blood and die.

Lin Caixuan was also not in a good mood. Under Lin Tiefeng's crazy punches, she had also suffered several punches. Even though the Iron Cliff Skill was almost complete, the terrifying attack power was still there.

It also caused her to spit out blood several times.

Seeing that Lin Tiefeng was still able to move, Lin Caixuan waved her right hand in a shadow dance, aiming at his heart. If her attack succeeded, Lin Tiefeng would definitely die on the stage.

At this moment, an old man appeared. Grabbing the long whip, his right hand pointed at Lin Tiefeng's forehead.

The person who came was Lin Yu. When Lin Yu's right hand pointed at Lin Tiefeng's forehead, Lin Tiefeng seemed to enter a meditative state. Soon after, his bright red eyes gradually became clear and bright.

Looking at the bloody holes on his body, Lin Tiefeng finally stopped moving and said weakly, "Junior Sister Zhaoxuan is truly powerful, my obsession is to defeat you and then automatically cancel the technique. However, it seems like I couldn't do it, I almost died on the stage, convinced."

Afterwards, the Lin Clan's medicine doctor supported Lin Tiefeng as they walked down the stage to treat Lin Zhaoxuan. Without a doubt, this battle was Lin Zexuan's victory.

Accompanying the cheers of the surrounding Lin Clan disciples, Lin Caixuan jumped off the stage and walked towards her seat.

At this moment, Lin Nantian stood up, full of concern, "Junior Sister Cai Xuan, why don't you use the second style, Swift Wind Style, to quickly end the battle and create such a scene."

Looking at the concern in Lin Nan Tian's eyes, the corners of Lin Caixuan's mouth lifted slightly. Then, she glanced at the silent Lin Wushuang from the corner of her eyes and did not say anything.

He then sat down with his eyes closed, recuperating from his injuries. Seeing that Lin Zaixuan was not paying attention to him, Lin Nantian only smiled. There was a trace of malice in his smile.

The two of them seemed to be very close, but there seemed to be a trace of an unfathomable relationship between them, making it difficult to say what they were thinking.

"She only wants to use me to become the chief, but I'm going to eat you."

Looking at Lin Caixuan, who was meditating, the corners of Lin Nantian's mouth curled up as he softly muttered to himself.

The next person to step on stage was the most mysterious and silent of the Lin Clan's disciples, Lin Wushuang.

No one knew of his past. They only knew that once he became famous, the battle at Spirit Beast Mountain had made him well-known.

He didn't have much of a chance to get on stage. With a leap, he smoothly entered a meditative state. He threw down his number plate and walked off the stage. Obviously, it was his turn to miss the match.

Unlike Lin Hu, no one mocked or ridiculed him. The moment he used his full strength, he would be forced to face a multitude of verbal attacks.

Up until now, the top four had been created: Lin Nantian, Lin Caixuan, Lin Wushuang, and Lin Yu.

According to the performance on the stage, Lin Tieshan was ranked fifth, Lin Mei sixth, and Lin Yue seventh.

Because he had been knocked down by Lin Hu with a single punch, Lin Yue was like a sandbag that didn't have much of an effect, so he was on this list.

However, Lin Yue's seventh place caused many of the Lin Clan disciples to be unhappy, especially those core disciples that were at the peak of martial arts cultivation. It was clear that they could not accept this outcome.

From their point of view, Lin Hu was someone who had taken advantage of the crisis to defeat them with a single punch. They didn't have the qualifications to be in front of everyone else, so only after the old fogey man stepped forward did they manage to calm down their discussions. However, everyone was still unwilling to accept this outcome.

Lin Yue was also extremely aggrieved. Lin Hua's techniques were ordinary, but only when he faced them would he know how great of a gap there was between him and Qin Wentian.

This was a guy who played the pig to eat the tiger. He was so insidious that no one could refute him. That casual look on his face was entirely because he was confident that he was invincible.

However, he did not say it out loud because if he did, no one would believe him.

Lin Hu followed the three to the stage. With both hands on his head and a piece of sage grass hanging from the corner of his mouth, he had a lazy attitude, which was in stark contrast to the other three.

Lin Yu looked at the three of them and nodded his head in satisfaction. He then took out his number plate.

Lin Hu understood and casually waved his hand. He opened up his number plate, "Number 2."

According to their previous arrangement, it would be a one against three, two against four. Lin Hu kept his number plate and walked down the stage.

Old position.

Stretching lazily, he laid down. He didn't care who his opponent was. It would be better if he took a good rest and waited for the match.

He crossed his legs like this and paid attention to the two contestants on the stage for the first round.

As the common folk did not know his every move, the disciples of the Lin Clan all revealed expressions of disdain.

"Now let's see how he will take the empty space. I really hope that senior brother Lin Nantian can meet him and beat him up."

He had naturally heard the discussions in the surroundings, but other people's thoughts had nothing to do with him. He was calm and composed, speaking based on his strength, he was afraid that he would scare these Lin Clan disciples.

"Good!" Since you are the top four, then the rules must be changed. The top four shall fight in turns, the victor against the victor, and the loser against the loser. "

After the old man finished speaking, he waved his right hand. The previously damaged smoke martial stage was rapidly restored, and it quickly recovered its original appearance.

The restoration of the stage meant that the two contestants were about to enter the stage.

Without a doubt, the fight for the championship would be a fierce struggle between two evenly matched opponents. It would also be the most intense battle since the beginning of the martial competition, and not a single weakling would be weak.