"It's him …!" Zong Hentian's face changed as he looked at the figure from Jiuxiao Sect.
"Who is he?" Lin Fan asked.
"He's a genius disciple of Jiuxiao Sect. He's strong. I've seen him once in the forbidden grounds. He's really strong." Zong Hentian was starting to lose his confidence.
He hadn't noticed at first. But now that he heard the name, he remembered.
Glory Sect's defeat in the first round had affected their morale. Initially, Zong Hentian had thought that he could win the second round for sure. But by the looks of it, things weren't going to be that simple.
"Fellow Senior Brothers, I didn't win." Chou Tianran walked over with his head lowered. Evidently, he was still brooding over his loss. At the same time, he was exasperated that he had to go up against Xinfeng in the first round.
"Junior Brother, don't blame yourself. I'm afraid only Junior Master can deal with Xinfeng. The fact that you had the courage to fight him is already a great victory." Zong Hentian consoled.
"Yes." Chou Tianran looked at Zong Hentian and nodded his head, "Senior Brother, the next round is yours. Good luck."
Zong Hentian nodded his head. He wasn't too confident about this.
Lin Fan looked at Feng Xiaoling of Jiuxiao Sect. Given Zong Hentian's current strength, it would be difficult for him to win this round. The chances were slim.
Even though Feng Xiaoling's strength was not as strong as Xinfeng's, he was still a formidable figure.
Bloody hell.
The more Lin Fan looked, the angrier he got. What was wrong with Glory Sect? Compared to the other sects, they were so weak.
But thinking about Mieqiongqi, Lin Fan understood.
If Mieqiongqi did not make any mistakes, he would be invincible amongst the geniuses.
Even Xinfeng might not be a match for him. Now that Mieqiongqi had made a mistake and was tamed by Lin Fan, there was naturally no one who could take him down.
"Oh, Brother Wuya! Even though this Feng Xiaoling isn't as good as that disciple of mine, he's still one of the top geniuses in the sect. I'm afraid that disciple of yours is destined to lose." Liang Yichu chuckled out.
Wuya glanced at his Sect Leader. Seeing that his Sect Leader was calm and composed, not affected by his disciple's loss, Wuya sighed, "It's still too early to tell who's going to win. Brother Yichu, don't fail miserably."
"This is impossible." Liang Yichu waved his hand. This person shouldn't think too much. With their cultivation, it was clear who was stronger and who was weaker.
...
"Hentian, how confident are you in winning?" Lin Fan asked.
"Level 3." Zong Hentian hesitated for a moment before giving the highest possibility.
Zong Hentian wasn't a humble person. If he could win for sure, he wouldn't be so worried. But the crux of the matter was that he really didn't have the confidence.
Back in the forbidden grounds, Zong Hentian had never exchanged blows with him. However, he had seen the other party's moves. Naturally, he knew how strong the other party was.
"Your Junior Master here can ensure that you win for sure. But you'll have to suffer a little." Even though he was the grand finale, losing two rounds in a row wasn't too appropriate. No matter what, it had to be a draw.
"Junior Master, as long as I can win, I'm willing to suffer any pain." Zong Hentian looked at Lin Fan emotionally. As long as he could win, he was willing to suffer any pain.
Looking at Zong Hentian's determined face, Lin Fan nodded his head and beckoned with his hands, "Come, come. Surround us."
Even though the other geniuses did not understand what Junior Master Lin was up to, they still listened to his commands and surrounded Lin Fan and Zong Hentian, not letting the outside world see what was going on.
Lin Fan tore off his robes, "Come, stuff it in your mouth. Don't scream."
Lin Fan was ready to go on a killing spree. He was ready to strike at his own people.
'Balls Kicking' had two effects. The first was to cause one to lose the ability to fight. The other was to cause the opponent to go berserk and go all out.
Although the effects of the two were different, the pain they felt was exactly the same.
Looking at Junior Master Lin's solemn expression, Zong Hentian took a few deep breaths and stuffed his robes into his mouth. He then nodded his head, indicating for Junior Master Lin to come.
"Open your legs." Lin Fan ordered.
Without hesitation, Zong Hentian opened his legs.
Lin Fan's expression changed slightly as he stared at Zong Hentian's crotch.
His brain started to work, calculating the angle, force, and other factors.
Sweat beaded on Zong Hentian's forehead. It wasn't because of the pain, but because he was too nervous. He did not know what Junior Master Lin was going to do to him.
What method was he going to use to ensure that he would win?
But looking at Junior Master Lin's solemn expression, he knew that it wasn't going to be simple.
"Alright, bear with it." Just then, Lin Fan's eyes shone brightly. Bringing with it an unparalleled might, his Lineage Ending Kick tore through the void and struck at Zong Hentian's crotch.
'BAM!'
A dull thud rang through the air. Zong Hentian's body jerked as though he was suffocating.
Zong Hentian's initially rosy cheeks turned bright red as the veins on his neck popped out. His eyes were bloodshot, and even his breathing was getting hurried.
Zong Hentian took out his robes from his mouth and closed his legs. His body was bent and his mouth was wide open, as though he had many things to say. But the pain was too much for him to say a single word.
"Alright, bear with it. Bear with it. Charge up and f * ck him up." Lin Fan knew that Zong Hentian must be in a lot of pain right now. But if he wanted to win, he had to bear with it.
"Both of you, please come up the stage." The Elder shouted.
Feng Xiaoling's lips curled into a smile as he floated up the stage elegantly. His long hair fluttered in the wind, and his face was handsome. With a flick of his fingers, the fan in his hands opened up silently.
This aura, this posture, this had many people feeling ashamed of their inferiority.
Even though the female disciples of Glory Sect were supposed to be cheering for the sect, they were still mesmerized by this Feng Xiaoling who was like a male god.
"What a handsome young man." Sitting on the stage, Lv Mingyang could not help but exclaim.
Liang Yichu chuckled, "He's the number one on our sect's beauty leaderboard, and the ideal partner of countless female disciples. Possessing both looks and strength, he's the perfect disciple."
Looking at how smug Liang Yichu was, Senior Elder Wuya glared at Lv Mingyang. Wasn't this just boosting his opponent's morale and destroying his own?
Looking at the look in Senior Brother Wuya's eyes, Lv Mingyang could only smile helplessly.
And just then, Zong Hentian took the stage.
However, a shocking scene happened.
Zong Hentian's legs were pressed together, as though there was something wrong with his legs. He walked up the stage with much difficulty. That comical look of his had Senior Elder Wuya's face turning black, as he could not bear to look at it.
Shameful. The sect's face was completely shameful.
"Brother Wuya, this disciple's entrance posture is pretty unique. It's a rare sight indeed." Liang Yichu laughed out.
"HAHA …! Is that guy sick?" The geniuses of Jiuxiao Sect burst out laughing one after another, pointing at Zong Hentian.
"Indeed, Glory Sect is filled with geniuses."
...
Zong Hentian felt that the only way he could alleviate the pain was by pressing his legs together.
Towards Junior Master Lin's method, Zong Hentian did not feel anything different. Other than the pain in his groin, there was nothing else.
But he believed that Junior Master Lin would not lie to him.
Junior Master Lin told himself.
The moment he straightened his legs, the skies would belong to him, Zong Hentian.
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