"Are you really not afraid of death?" Xinfeng asked.
Xinfeng's heart was starting to waver. At first glance, Xinfeng felt like he was a kindred spirit. In fact, he even had the urge to befriend him.
Even though Xinfeng was infuriated the first time they met, the current situation had him hesitating.
Lin Fan wiped the blood off his lips, "Come on, Brother Feng. The third sword."
"You …!" Xinfeng's heart was wavering.
Looking at Lin Fan's fearless expression, Xinfeng felt that he should not strike anymore. Otherwise, he would regret it for the rest of his life.
On the podium …
Wuya and Grand Master Yan were exchanging messages.
"Grand Master, why do I feel like something's wrong?" Looking at the situation, Wuya felt that something was amiss as well. Ever since they had taken in Lin Fan, they had been observing him from the shadows.
Their final conclusion was …
Trap, trap, trap … “
Not only was he mysterious, he was wretched as well.
How could someone who valued his life so much show such a fearless expression?
"Tactics decide everything. Let's wait for the results." Grand Master Yan replied without any change in his expression.
Senior Elder Wuya nodded his head without replying.
Lu Mingyang did not know about Lin Fan's situation. But looking at how calm Grand Master and Senior Brother Wuya were, he was puzzled as well.
Lin Fan took a step forward, "Third Sword, come on! Don't make me feel guilty for the rest of my life! Glory Sect and Jiuxiao Sect have been helping and supporting each other for the past 3,000 years! Don't let our generation bear grudges against each other and cut off all ties! If that happens, I, Lin Fan, will be the sinner of the sect!"
At this moment, Lin Fan roared out in anger. The Heavens and Earth were pitying him. The initially clear skies were gradually filled with dark clouds.
The faces of the Jiuxiao Sect and Glory Sect disciples changed. They were all infected by Lin Fan's words.
That's right! Glory Sect and Jiuxiao Sect were like family for the past 3,000 years!
At this moment, the geniuses of Jiuxiao Sect looked over at Glory Sect. During the sparring, their hearts were filled with disdain towards Glory Sect.
His words were like a clap of thunder that resounded throughout the Heavens and Earth, causing them to feel guilty.
Zong Hentian and Feng Xiaoling looked at each other from afar. Both of them lowered their heads silently before raising their heads again with a smile on their faces.
It was as if all the previous grudges had vanished at this moment.
"Glory Sect, Lin Fan. I've already made a mental note of you."
"Me too. Glory Sect is an ally of Jiuxiao Sect, and a friend of ours. I've got to spread this man's name throughout the entire Jiuxiao Sect, and let all our Senior and Junior Brothers know that there's such a person in Glory Sect!"
"I hope that Senior Xinfeng will not draw his sword."
"No, you don't understand. This sword must be used. Senior Brother Xinfeng cares more about this person than we do."
...
"Brother Wuya, why don't we forget about this batch?" Liang Yichu said.
"Brother Yichu, don't you care about this first place?" Wuya smiled gently.
Liang Yichu shook his head, "Brother Wuya, you know the answer in your heart. Why bother asking me? The sparring is a competition set up by the Old Masters for the sake of strengthening the relationship between the two sects, so as to not let the two sects become estranged from one another. Who gets the first place isn't important right now. Now that Glory Sect has produced this disciple, I do not wish for him to die here. That would be a loss to both Glory Sect and Jiuxiao Sect.
"In fact, even for my disciple, this is a hurdle he will never be able to cross."
Wuya looked at the sparring ring and sighed, "Brother Yichu, since things have come to this, I think it's best that you don't stop him. If you don't draw this sword, your disciple will never be able to cross this hurdle. Just like back then, if I hadn't beaten you to tears, would things have turned out this way between us?"
Liang Yichu was still emotional at first. But suddenly, he realized that there was something wrong with these words. He snorted and ignored Wuya, "Up to you. Don't cry when someone dies."
...
"Come …!" Lin Fan shouted.
Looking at Lin Fan, Xinfeng's body trembled slightly, "Alright. No matter what, you're my friend. I, Xinfeng, acknowledge you."
"From this day forth, the third sword shall be known as the Mo Ni Sword."
Xinfeng's body moved. Gripping the Mo Ni Sword with a single hand, he dashed towards Lin Fan.
Standing there, Lin Fan's lips curled into a smile.
The radiance of this sword covered the previous two swords. Even the five swords behind Xinfeng's back started vibrating. The moment the third sword shone brightly …
The other five swords formed by the sword intents turned into flowing lights and entered the third sword.
Liang Yichu stood up abruptly, his face filled with disbelief.
"He's broken through!"
All the disciples of Jiuxiao Sect and Glory Sect stood up one by one, their eyes filled with worry.
Nothing must happen to him!
As for Lin Fan, who was preparing to receive the third sword, his face changed. He had realized that Xinfeng had broken through!
This third sword seemed to have undergone some changes. Compared to before, it was much stronger.
But for some reason, Lin Fan was not flustered at all.
The moment the third sword made contact with Lin Fan's chest, there was no strong impact. Instead, the sword began to crumble apart.
"The Mo Ni Sword does not harm a close friend." Xinfeng placed his arm on Lin Fan's shoulder and smiled the most sincere smile he had ever given in his life.
Lin Fan smiled back and patted Xinfeng's shoulder as well.
"Brother Feng."
"Brother Lin …!"
Both of them looked at each other, unable to shift their gazes away for a long time.
"Brother Lin."
"Brother Feng."
Both of them burst out into laughter and wrapped their arms around each other's shoulders.
"Brother Feng, to be able to meet a friend like you today, I, Lin Fan, am truly blessed. Even though this sparring is just a formality, for the sake of the future generations, there must be a champion. Therefore, I shall concede defeat. Brother Feng shall be the champion of this sparring." Lin Fan said sincerely.
"No, Brother Lin, you don't have to concede defeat. I, Xinfeng, have no friends. To be able to meet a close friend like you today, it doesn't matter who the champion is anymore. I shall concede defeat." Xinfeng held Lin Fan back.
"No … I'll concede defeat." Lin Fan replied.
"Brother Lin, I'll concede defeat. Don't fight with me. Otherwise, you won't acknowledge me as a friend." Xinfeng said.
"Brother Feng …!" Just as Lin Fan was about to say something, Xinfeng leaped out of the sparring arena.
Finally, Lin Fan was the only one left standing on the arena.
"The final victor of the 1,000th sparring is Glory Sect's Lin Fan."
At this moment, the ordinary elder grabbed Lin Fan's arm and raised it up high.
Lin Fan stood there, allowing Elder Xinfeng's arm to be raised high.
This …!
"Long live Glory Sect!"
"Long live Jiuxiao Sect!"
...
The disciples in the audience cheered and cheered. At this moment, the atmosphere of the Strongest Genius Battle had reached its peak.
Lin Fan looked at Xinfeng and the other geniuses of Jiuxiao Sect.
Clap, clap …!
Xinfeng and the other geniuses of Jiuxiao Sect were clapping and cheering for Lin Fan.
At this moment, Lin Fan wiped the corners of his eyes and raised his head to look at the sky.
Was it easy for him? Not at all.
Today was a joyous day for Lin Fan.
Today was the most satisfying performance he had ever achieved.
Not only did he get first place, he even had the other party clapping for him willingly. He even gained a precious friendship.
Perhaps he might not be able to surpass this performance in the future. But for Lin Fan, he was satisfied.
At this moment, Lin Fan truly experienced what it meant to kill three birds with one stone.
On the stage …
"Brother Wuya, why do I feel like something's not right?" Liang Yichu turned around and asked curiously while clapping.
Wuya clapped and laughed, "Nope. Everything's perfect. Glory Sect is number one."
Liang Yichu, "..."
PS: I've been planning this plot for a few minutes. At least it feels pretty good. After all, it's not good to keep kicking the crotch. Recommend a book, 'Xiangjiang Dynasty'. Those who are interested, feel free to check it out.
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