Chapter 1206
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Lin Yun, who was in the arena, scratched his head. After a few rounds of tests, he roughly knew the limits of his current physical strength and the strength of his strength without Immortal Qi.
After obtaining the True Dragon Bloodline and the Giant Bloodline, his pure strength and physical strength had become extremely terrifying.
Even though he was only a Martial Ancestor, even a level-nine Wu Huang's opponent would find it difficult to break through his physical body and cause devastating damage to him.
In other words, as long as it wasn't Wu Sheng's attack, his current physical body would be able to completely withstand it.
Even if he was injured, it wouldn't be a fatal injury.
The Sect Leader of the Iron Claw Sect saw the four people beside him fall and his mouth twitched. However, in the end, he still braced himself and walked into the arena.
He knew that he would definitely lose, but he didn't want to lose so badly.
He just wanted to endure one move. He didn't want to lose so badly.
"Come on! A level-three Martial Ancestor versus a peak level-nine Martial Ancestor! Guess how many moves you can endure! "
"This should be a draw."
"How many levels did he cross? I can't even count them. "
At that moment, the people below the arena had already determined that the power that Lin Yun could display now was at least at the peak level-nine Martial Ancestor.
The fatal attack of a level-nine Martial Ancestor had actually failed to break through Lin Yun's physical body. This was extremely strange.
"One move … let me endure one move." The Sect Leader of the Iron Claw Sect gasped. His forehead was covered in sweat. He released his Martial Soul and turned the Black Gold Metal into armor. His palms also turned into a pair of Black Gold Metal Claws.
When he heard the discussions of the people below the arena, his face turned red. The more he thought about it, the more he felt indignant. He, a peak level-nine Martial Ancestor, had actually been scared out of his wits by a level-three Martial Ancestor.
"My Black Gold Claws! Come and have a taste … "Finally, the Sect Leader braced himself and shouted angrily. He suddenly raised his head and extended his claws.
At this moment, the Sect Master only felt a flash of cold light before his eyes. Then, the Black-Golden Claw that he was most proud of was sliced into two just like that.
The sect master, who was at the peak of the ninth level of Martial Lord, was crying in his heart. He looked as if he had eaten sh * t as he looked at Lin Yun, who was standing in front of him with a sword in his right hand.
Ten thousand horses galloped through his heart. Why did he have to use a sword to beat him?
"I admit defeat!"
Everyone was dumbfounded. They had not expected that a peak level nine Martial Arts Ancestor would be unable to withstand a single blow from Lin Yun.
However, this Peak Level Nine Martial Arts Grandmaster was the only one who walked down the challenge ring on his own.
The leader of the Iron Claw School didn't know what to say. He just hoped that he wouldn't lose so badly. But why, why did Lin Yun take out his sword when he was attacking him?
He knew very well how tough his Black-Gold Claws were. Even a Level One Wu Huang's attack wouldn't be able to shatter them.
However, Lin Yun had actually sliced his Black-Gold Claws into two with one strike. What was there left to fight?
"The Tianxuan Sect wins! All members of the Iron Claw School have lost and are disqualified from the competition, "Long Hongyi announced the result.
"This is too heaven-defying. This guy has the strength of at least a Level One Wu Huang. "
"Who exactly is he? Why have I never seen him before? "
"Could he be the legendary Lin Yun?"
At this moment, everyone suddenly thought of Lin Yun, who had fought against 18 Wu Huang alone a month ago. They looked at each other.
"Impossible! To be able to fight 18 Wu Huangs alone, one would need to be at least a Level Eight Wu Huang. He's just a Level Three Martial Arts Grandmaster. How could it be possible? "
They all knew that the methods of the Assassination Guild's assassins were not to be underestimated. Their strength was even stronger than their cultivation. To be able to kill eighteen Martial Monarchs of the Assassination Guild by himself, they concluded that Lin Yun was at least a level eight Martial Monarch.
"Perhaps he's the disciple of that Lin Yun?"
"If you put it that way, it might be possible."
Lin Yun walked down from the arena and stretched his body.
"Why did you use a sword when you fought him?" Xiao Yin had always thought that it would include Lin Yun conserving his strength. However, she didn't expect that Lin Yun would actually draw his sword when he was fighting against the Iron Claw Sect Leader.
"I was just testing the strength of my body," Lin Yun explained.
Xiao Yin and the rest were speechless after hearing Lin Yun's explanation. They didn't expect that to be the reason.
This incident would probably be a trauma for the Iron Claw Sect Leader for the rest of his life.
The following competition had nothing to do with the Tianxuan Sect.
"The Longhu Sect wins!"
"The Star Chasing Sect wins!"
"The Moon Chasing Sect wins!"
"The Sea God Sect wins!"
"The Kun King Sect wins!"
"The Undying Temple wins!"
"The Colored Glass Sect wins!"
In the following competition, the strong teams also stood out.
After a round of elimination, the relatively weaker sects were all defeated and disqualified.
The remaining eight sects would chase after the final victory.
Gradually, a bright moon climbed up the pitch-black curtain of night.
Long Hongyi also announced that the remaining competition would continue the next day.
Long Woo-seok arranged accommodations for the major sects in Longhu City. However, after a day of competition, Long Woo-seok held a banquet and invited everyone from the thirty-six sects to the Longhu Residence.
During the banquet, singing could be heard everywhere. In the hall, there were extremely luxurious wine tables on both sides. The tables were covered with exquisite beast fur, and all kinds of delicious food were served in an endless stream.
In the middle of the hall, there was a group of graceful women singing and dancing.
During the banquet, many sect leaders brought their disciples to express their goodwill to Xiao Yin.
After all, Xiao Yin had led an army to defeat the Assassination Guild a month ago. It was an exciting event for the entire Northern Region.
Some people also came to ask Xiao Yin about Lin Yun's identity.
Xiao Yin had already received instructions from Lin Yun. She told them that they were all disciples of the sect and did not expose their identities.
Some bold people came to ask about the legendary Lin Yun's whereabouts while drinking.
Xiao Yin only said that she was in seclusion in the Tianxuan Sect to break through to the next realm.
Time passed quickly, and the night came to an end amidst the sounds of laughter and laughter.
Although the sects of the Northern Region were at odds with each other in the past, the tense situation was eased after the summit.
The next day, in the morning …
Everyone from the thirty-six sects had gathered. Even though some of the sects had been disqualified, they still wanted to stay and watch the summit.
Normally, it was rare for them to witness a battle between cultivators of Wu Huang's cultivation. Now that they had the chance, they were not willing to waste it.
After Long Hongyi announced the continuation of the competition, the Tianxuan Sect's name appeared on the formation in the sky once again.
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