Xiahou Yang was very clear that if a Level Four late-stage Wu Huang could really defeat a Level Eight pinnacle Wu Huang, it would probably set off a huge uproar in this year's General Alliance Conference. In the future, the name Jiang Yun would definitely be remembered by many people.
Lin Yun was expressionless. He still had his eyes closed, as if he did not hear the words of the others.
Time passed, and it was the thirteenth match.
Following that, after two more matches, it was finally Jiang Yun's turn to fight.
"The thirteenth match, Jiang Yun versus Withered Wood Xinhua!"
After Withered Wood Xinhua heard this, he immediately jumped onto the arena. At the same time, he raised the sickle in his hand and pointed it at Lin Yun below the arena. He smiled and said, "Come up, I have been waiting for this battle for a long time!"
Jiang Yun remained expressionless as he slowly stood up. Xiahou Yang pulled his arm and said with a nervous expression, "Jiang Yun, what are you doing here? This battle is very important. You must be careful! Careful! Be careful! "
"No matter who wins this battle, the winner will directly become a seeded player and be sent to the finals. Before the finals, you will not meet a personal disciple."
"However, if you lose this battle, in the remaining matches of the semi-finals, you will definitely meet Ouyang Haochen or Ye Qin. In the worst case, you will also meet Wang Jizhong!"
"If you can't beat Withered Wood Xinhua, then you will definitely not be able to win against these three people. At that time, you will not be able to enter the finals."
What Xiahou Yang was worried about was that Lin Yun always had a calm style, but in fact, he would always give his opponent a chance.
However, Withered Wood Xinhua was different from the other opponents that Lin Yun had encountered. He was a ruthless character. He was not that simple and could not be underestimated.
"But then again, you must not try to be brave. If you really can't win, it doesn't matter. After all, you are only 18 years old this year. The next General Alliance Conference will be your real stage! "While Xiahou Yang was exhorting Lin Yun, he was also worried about Lin Yun.
After all, the Xiahou Martial House had only produced one genius as monstrous as Lin Yun in the past few decades. He didn't want anything to happen to Lin Yun.
However, while he was speaking, Lin Yun had already arrived at the arena.
Level Eight Wu Huang was at the peak. This was enough to pique the interest of Lin Yun in his normal state.
In the arena, Xiumu Xinhua's eyes were filled with a blazing battle intent and a confident smile hung on his face.
"This match could be said to be the most interesting one out of all the matches today!"
"A dark horse disciple of the 84th Alliance Martial House against the chief core disciple of the Ghost King Sect. No matter what the result of this match is, it will definitely be a wonderful match!"
After the regional competition and the promotion competition, no one dared to underestimate Lin Yun. They all believed that Lin Yun was the genius whose status was second only to Wang Jizhong.
And this status originally belonged to Yong Hua.
Lin Yun's appearance had completely subverted their understanding of the realms.
They had never thought that a Level Four Wu Huang would be able to jump so many levels and defeat his opponent in succession.
This was something that they had never seen before in the past.
The number of onlookers also increased. The two people on the arena had not yet started fighting, but the audience below the arena had already begun to speculate about the result of this match.
"A Level Four Wu Huang and a Level Eight Peak Wu Huang. From the looks of it, Jiang Yun will definitely lose!"
"Although Jiang Yun's performance was amazing, and he even defeated Level Eight Wu Huang, but Xiumu Xinhua's strength is second only to a direct disciple. He is also about to reach the threshold of a direct disciple. Among all the chief core disciples, he is also one of the best."
"Even if Jiang Yun is defeated, don't forget that he is only 18 years old this year. The next General Union Conference will be the time where he can truly show his strength!"
Regarding the match between Lin Yun and Xiumu Xinhua, no one present was optimistic about Lin Yun, even if Lin Yun's performance was amazing enough.
This was not because they thought that Lin Yun was too weak. On the contrary, they thought that Lin Yun was very strong. However, Xiumu Xinhua, the Level Eight Wu Huang, was stronger, and much stronger than Lin Yun.
The disciples of the Ghost King Sect had never been simple.
Even Xiahou Yang, Xiahou Xuan and Qingyi, who had always believed in Lin Yun, revealed worried expressions at this moment.
They did not think that Lin Yun could win. They only hoped that Lin Yun would not try to be brave and hurt his Dao root in the end.
"Are you ready?" The examiner looked at Lin Yun and Xiumu Xinhua and asked.
Lin Yun nodded silently, while Xiumu Xinhua had a fanatical look on his face. He smiled and said, "The scythe in my hand has been waiting for a long time!"
"The match begins!"
As soon as the examiner's voice fell, Xiumu Xinhua directly launched an attack.
He gripped the scythe in his hand tightly and waved it forward. In an instant, the scythe was like a flexible snake, extending infinitely and attacking towards Lin Yun.
Lin Yun's expression did not change. He casually dodged sideways, and the scythe stuck close to his clothes and exploded on the arena behind him.
Boom — —!
Following a muffled explosion, the floor of the arena that was struck by the sickle instantly burst open, causing numerous cracks to appear.
"Trying to dodge?" Xiumu Xinhua grinned and gently waved his right hand that was holding the scythe. The scythe actually changed direction, with Lin Yun as the center, it quickly wrapped around Lin Yun, trying to wrap him up.
Xiahou Xuan and Qingyi could not help but feel nervous for Lin Yun. However, Lin Yun's feet suddenly stomped on the ground, and his whole body soared up to the sky. Immediately after, two balls of white mist burst out in the void. He clenched his fists and with an unstoppable force, he punched towards Xiumu Xinhua's chest.
Xiumu Xinhua was after all a peak level eight Wu Huang. Different from the other core disciples, he clearly saw Lin Yun's movements.
However, even if he saw it clearly, there was no way for him to dodge.
The disciples of the Ghost King Sect specialized in Soul Power. Most of them had Martial Souls that carried some Soul Power, and they were also good at cultivating their Divine Sense.
This also led to their speed, strength, and defense, which were not the most outstanding among the warriors of the same realm.
Lin Yun punched out, and the wind from his fist whistled, carrying an unparalleled force, and instantly blasted towards Xiumu Xinhua's chest.
At the last moment, Xiumu Xinhua barely raised his right hand to block. Unfortunately, his strength was still no match for Lin Yun, and this punch directly blasted him dozens of meters back.
"So strong! He actually blasted a peak level eight Wu Huang back with one punch! "
"I didn't expect that Jiang Yun would be the first to gain the upper hand."
"Don't worry, I heard that Xiumu Xinhua's Martial Soul is very powerful and strange. He will definitely win this match."
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