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"However, he is only a level eight Fighter. He shouldn't be a match for senior brother Lin Nantian and senior sister Lin Caixuan, right?"
"I don't know. Anyway, this Lin Wushuang was unknown before. Maybe it was a coincidence that he was killed."
The surrounding discussions did not cause any waves to appear on Lin Wushuang's face. She continued to stand quietly on the stage, waiting for her opponent.
"I've discovered that I have another person I secretly love."
The surrounding chattering girls all looked at Lin Wushuang on the stage with infatuation in their eyes.
With an extraordinary temperament, quiet, sharp eyebrows, bright eyes, and a handsome appearance, Lin Wushuang was without a doubt a candidate in the hearts of many young ladies.
While they were waiting, Lin Wushuang's opponent went up on stage. The cultivation of a martial artist at Stage Nine was one small realm higher than Lin Wushuang's.
Without a doubt, it was impossible to see the moved expression in Lin Wushuang's eyes. It was as if he was naturally like this, standing calmly in the face of an opponent a small realm above him.
"I am Lin Ye. Please advise."
The man on the stage was 1.8 meters tall. Both of his arms were filled with vigorous muscles, and he had a face full of stubble. His eyebrows were thick, and his eyes were as big as bells. It was obvious that this name suited Lin Ye.
Lin Ye also used a blade, but it was a pair of short blades.
"Lin Wushuang."
In response to Lin Ye, Lin Wushuang gave her name. Without any intention to draw her saber, she continued to stand there calmly.
As if he had heard Lin Wushuang's rumors, Lin Ye did not probe further and just brought out his full strength.
His two blades were filled with all the martial Qi they could muster, and it brought up a cyclone as it started to spin under the crowd's gaze.
Like a tornado, Lin Ye swept towards Lin Wushuang.
Looking at the big man's footwork, Lin Wushuang could see a trace of movement, but it was only a trace.
"To be able to combine the Wind Stepping Steps with your blade technique, you are very powerful."
Hearing Lin Wushuang's praise, the big guy laughed and said, "I'm worried."
Facing such power, Lin Wushuang took three steps back. Then, he instantly closed the distance and drew his saber, blocking the two sabers that were like a hurricane. The big man stopped as he was stunned.
Without using his blade, Lin Wushuang punched at Lin Ye's chin. Lin Ye flew into the air under everyone's gaze and then laid down on the ground.
He had only practiced martial arts for three minutes before he was defeated. Lying on the ground, he lost his mind and looked at Lin Wushuang in disbelief.
"You are very strong, and your blade technique is also strong. However, there are too many flaws. Practice more." Responding to Lin Ye's gaze, Lin Wushuang said indifferently and then walked off the stage.
"To be able to find the flaw so quickly, this little fellow is not simple at all!"
Lin Shan nodded his head in satisfaction and revealed a smile. Even the Lin Clan elders also looked at Lin Wushuang with a glimmer in their eyes.
"It really isn't simple. To find the flaw in such a short period of time, excluding luck, one must have an extraordinary spiritual sense."
Furthermore, the strength behind that fist attack was at least 300 kilograms more than an ordinary level eight disciple. Moreover, there was some skill involved within it, if not Lin Ye would not have been immobilized, otherwise, he would not have been so simple.
While they were discussing, all the elders looked towards Lin Wushuang as if they had seen a gem, their eyes were all shining.
The clan gathering had been going on for four days, and the number of core disciples competing for the inner sect spots had increased to 46 people one after another.
The victors were all overjoyed. The losers were filled with bitterness and satisfaction, but even more so, they were unwilling to accept this outcome.
Not all of the forty-six people were experts. For example, if there were some people that encountered a skinny Lin, they would naturally not be able to break through their defense. Therefore, luck played a large part in this competition.
After Lin Wushuang stepped down from the stage, Lin Hu walked up the stage and took out a wooden tablet, which he threw to Lin Yu.
"Senior, it's my turn."
The old man smiled as he received the wooden token, "Your luck is pretty good."
"He actually missed the round! This guy's luck is too good!"
"Lower your voice, he defeated Lin He."
"Hmph, if Senior brother Lin He didn't die from his own poison, how could this guy even be a match for Lin Hu?"
Ignoring the discussions below, he walked down from the stage. Anyone would be in a good mood if he could save some time.
"The forty-seven Lin Clan disciples who won, draw lots again and decide on the rules for the martial competition."
The wooden tablet flew into his hands like a dot of light after Lin Ruoxi spoke.
Lin Hu smiled as he nodded his head, looking somewhat embarrassed. With a smile on his face, he looked at the wooden tablet in his hands, "Number 47."
This meant that he would be left empty-handed again.
Looking at the battle stage, there were 46 core disciples who had advanced, 5 of them were at the peak of Stage Ten, 9 of them were at Stage Nine, and 8 of them were at Stage Eight.
This meant that the leader of the clan meeting might very well be among these five people.
But that was hard to say. If there was an existence that concealed their cultivation, or to be more precise, could not measure geniuses with their cultivation, then the chief would be unknown.
On the stage, the round had already begun.
Lin Caixuan was the first to go on stage. She was the first to attack, displaying her outstanding martial arts attainments.
Her opponent was a young man with a cultivation base at Stage Eight Martial Disciple. Obviously, the young man had some luck in being able to advance to this stage.
Facing Lin Caixuan's three steps fist strike, the youth was flustered. As he released his martial energy, he was constantly fluctuating, so he was quickly defeated.
Accompanied by waves of cheers from below the stage, Lin Caixuan had successfully defeated the young girl. The young man's eyes were a little gloomy. He looked at Lin Caixuan and sighed, "Luck ends here, what a pity."
The Clan Martial Meet that was going on below was not much of a surprise. It was most likely because the old fishes in the forest purposely missed out on some of the best seedlings, preventing them from colliding too early.
"Senior Lin Yu, I'm out of time."
Another day passed. Lin Zhu walked onto the stage and threw a wooden badge to the old man. He then walked off the stage with his hands behind his head, ignoring the discussions around him.
"This guy's luck is too good."
"That's right, that's right. Others fought so hard just to get to the fourth round, but now it's time for him to cultivate and advance his martial qi."
"Humph, the last round will see how he will be beaten by Senior Brother Lin Nantian and Senior Sister Lin Caixuan."
He did not know about the mockery in the surrounding area as he glanced at the advanced Lin Clan disciples.
"Including myself, there are only twenty-three people left. Time flies!"
Once again, he received the wooden tablet from the old man, causing Lin Hu to feel embarrassed. "Senior, do you want to change it?"
Hearing this, the Lin Clan disciples ridiculed him.
"Why isn't there any more empty seats now? Is it possible to draw lots again?"
"Right, right, shameless."
"Cowards, cowards."
Hearing the curses from the surroundings, Lin Hu was speechless. He then raised the wooden board in his hand.
When the wooden signboard was raised, the surroundings were completely silent. The number 23 left them speechless. They had misunderstood the number of the signboard, and even lowered their heads in shame.