"Senior Brother Zong, you're amazing!"
After Zong Hentian was dragged down by someone else, all the other genius disciples congratulated him. Even though he had lost the first round, Senior Brother Zong had managed to crush his opponent in the second round. That was an uplifting sight indeed.
Zong Hentian, who was seated there, calmed down slightly. He looked at Lin Fan in admiration, "This is all thanks to Junior Master Lin! If not for you, I might not have been that guy's match!"
Thinking back to how he had slapped his chest and hollered at Feng Xiaoling, Zong Hentian felt a little embarrassed.
The image that he had painstakingly built up in the sect had vanished into thin air.
"Junior Master Lin, just what sort of secret skill was that?" Zong Hentian asked curiously. He had never heard of such a skill before.
He knew of skills that could raise one's cultivation base. But those skills were extremely rare and difficult to cultivate. The effects of those skills were definitely not as strong as what he had just seen.
"That's not a skill. It's just a technique. How does it feel?" Lin Fan asked.
"It hurts. I feel so weak right now, as though my essence, spirit, and vitality have been sucked dry." Zong Hentian replied.
Lin Fan had a rough idea of what was going on. Seemed like he would lose all his strength after the boost. But he did not know if Balls Kicking would have any effect on him.
But just as he had this thought, Lin Fan rejected it. What a joke, he couldn't kick himself.
"How about you guys? Wanna give it a try? "Lin Fan looked at his junior disciples and asked with a smile.
The moment they heard this, they waved their hands.
"Junior Master, forget it! It doesn't matter if we win or lose. We just have to try our best!"
"That's right! As long as Junior Master can get the first place, we'll just have to try our best!"
...
What a joke! They had all seen how Senior Brother Zong looked just now. That menacing look on his face had them feeling conflicted.
And that posture where he crossed his legs was even more unbearable.
It didn't matter if they lost the competition. But the main point was that countless junior sisters were watching. How could they lose face just like that?
Then how was he going to find a partner in the future?
Lin Fan glanced at them helplessly. He wanted to experiment a few more times and analyze the effects, but it seemed like it was impossible.
...
There were wins and losses, but the Jiuxiao Sect disciples had the upper hand.
Lin Fan also appeared once, but the final result was Lin Fan's crushing victory.
Lin Fan stood on the stage, and his oppressive aura instantly erupted. Just based on his aura alone, he was already a notch above his opponent, causing his opponent to have no intention of resisting. Everything was going smoothly, and there were no problems.
In the end, only five people remained.
Three disciples from Jiuxiao Sect and two from Glory Sect.
"Brother Wuya, I don't think your chances of winning are high." At this moment, Liang Yichu was quite satisfied with this result, but there was still a gap between it and the expectations in his heart.
In Liang Yichu's opinion, the disciples who would be participating in the final battle should belong to Jiuxiao Sect.
But based on the current situation, Jiuxiao Sect was definitely going to win.
"That might not be the case. It's still hard to say." Wuya smiled.
"Brother Wuya, look at that disciple over there. His legs are already trembling, and he's like an arrow at the end of its flight. Let's not count. That's 3 to 1." Liang Yichu laughed.
"Hehe …" Senior Elder Wuya did not reply. Instead, he laughed coldly at Zong Yichu.
...
"Junior Master, I'm afraid I can't make it." Zong Hentian said regretfully.
After receiving the boost from Junior Master Wuya, Zong Hentian was completely drained of energy. The fact that he was able to hang on till the end was all thanks to his luck.
"It's fine …" Lin Fan waved his hand calmly.
Looking at Junior Master Lin's calm expression, Zong Hentian's heart calmed down. Junior Master Lin must have a high chance of winning.
As for whether or not he was there, it didn't matter anymore.
Looking at the three geniuses from Jiuxiao Sect, Lin Fan was troubled. This was a huge f * cking disaster.
In terms of strength, he couldn't even take on a single one of these three geniuses from Jiuxiao Sect.
Even though he was undefeatable, he couldn't afford to not defeat them.
What should he do if he were to go up the stage later?
The disciples in the audience were discussing amongst themselves. Now that things had come to this, things were looking bad for Lin Fan.
"What do you guys think will happen in the end?"
"I've got no idea. But those three geniuses from Jiuxiao Sect are really strong. I've got to admit that."
"That's right. Senior Brother Zong seems to be exhausted. Now that Junior Master Lin is the only one holding on, things aren't looking good."
"Oh right, do you guys know Junior Master Lin's cultivation base?" A disciple asked curiously.
"Err … I've got no idea."
"..."
Lin Fan knew that he had to come up with a plan. If he were to fight them one by one, things might get a little out of hand.
If he were to fight Xinfeng directly, he might be able to come up with a plan.
Taking a step forward, Lin Fan raised his head and glared at the Jiuxiao Sect disciple, "Xinfeng, you and I are both the strongest geniuses. Let's not waste any more time. How about the two of us go up the stage and have a duel?"
Xinfeng looked at Lin Fan and replied indignantly, "Alright."
Hearing Lin Fan's words, none of the Jiuxiao Sect disciples had any complaints. Just as Lin Fan had said, Xinfeng was the strongest genius in Jiuxiao Sect. This was something they all knew in their hearts.
Since this was a waste of time, they might as well let the two of them fight it out.
"Brother Wuya, this disciple of yours is pretty smart. He knows my disciple's character. But even if he were to resort to such petty tricks, he'd still lose later on." Liang Yichu commented.
"Then what do you think those other geniuses of yours can do even if they go up the stage? Isn't that just a waste of time? "Wuya replied.
...
Both Lin Fan and Xinfeng stood on the sparring stage. Both of them glared at each other, their eyes shining brightly.
"Yesterday's incident was due to my carelessness. But don't you dare think of getting away with it today." Xinfeng had etched yesterday's incident into his heart. That brick was weird. This time around, Xinfeng would definitely not let the other party get close to him.
"Hais, Brother Feng. My deepest apologies for yesterday's incident. Once I get back, I'll have to ask for it myself as well. I'm sorry." Lin Fan sighed.
"Hmph, words are useless. Let's see who's stronger. The title of the strongest genius disciple shall belong to me, Xinfeng." Xinfeng replied coldly.
Initially, Xinfeng had thought that he had met a kindred spirit. Perhaps, this guy could become his first friend. But to think that this guy did not give him any respect at all. This was intolerable to Xinfeng.
This time around, he had to let the other party understand just how terrifying he was.
Looking at Xinfeng's unrelenting gaze, Lin Fan's brain started churning as he came up with a plan. This time around, he had to let the other party know that the world was a treacherous place, and he had to be careful.
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