No one had expected Ding Zhirong to give up and say that he wasn't as good as Lin Qian!
There was still some time before noon. Ding Zhirong wouldn't lose if he gave up now, as he still had a chance to challenge.
He would only lose his chance if he failed.
"We haven't even fought yet, and you already know that you're not as good as me?" Ding Zhirong's reaction surprised Lin Qian. Lin Qian raised his eyebrows and stared into Ding Zhirong's eyes.
The soul power gathered in Ding Zhirong's eyes gradually dissipated at this moment. Lin Qian seemed to understand something when he saw this.
"My martial soul's specialty is perception. Although I can't tell how strong my opponent is, I can sense how threatening they are to me.
"Harmless, ordinary, difficult, hellish, nightmare, and death." Ding Zhirong looked at Lin Qian and said slowly, "Zhao Haiming's threat to me is between difficult and hellish. The one who left a scar on my face is a dangerous enemy from hell."
The other inner sect disciples weren't surprised by Ding Zhirong's words, as they already knew about his martial soul's specialty.
Lin Qian, on the other hand, found it interesting and said with interest, "Interesting martial soul's specialty. What about me?"
"…" Lin Qian's question made Ding Zhirong fall silent for a while, before he closed his eyes and said, "Death!"
When he opened his eyes again, he looked at Lin Qian with a slight frown. "You make me afraid. You're truly worthy of the title of Young Emperor!"
With that, Ding Zhirong turned around and left the stage, ready to leave.
The originally eye-catching match had ended in such a ridiculous way.
However, Ding Zhirong's words before he left caused the inner sect disciples to look at Lin Qian in shock.
The inner sect disciples who had entered the Myriad Phenomenon Sect with him knew Ding Zhirong's personality very well. He would never lie, so his words were obviously true.
Furthermore, Ding Zhirong was also famous for being a battle maniac. It seemed like he didn't know what fear was.
Someone like him had actually said that he was afraid of Lin Qian.
With Ding Zhirong's famous Perceptive Sense, Lin Qian was actually dead?
Thinking of this, the inner disciples below the dueling ring could not help but look at Lin Qian on the dueling ring.
"Just how strong is Lin Qian?"
Watching Lin Qian walk off the stage, Lei Qian sighed, "You won without a fight. Boss, you're really strong."
"It's your turn!" Lin Qian punched Lei Qian in the chest after passing him.
Lei Qian staggered two steps back from the punch. He smiled in pain, shook his head, and walked toward the stage.
When the inner disciples saw that Lei Qian had actually stepped onto the dueling platform, they stopped in their tracks and were extremely curious.
"Under the witness of all the inner sect brothers and sisters, I, Lei Gan, challenge Zhao Haiming." Lei Qian, who had walked onto the stage, suddenly opened his mouth and said. His gaze shot towards a certain spot below the stage. "Senior brother Zhao, please come up."
Lei Qian's words shocked all the inner sect disciples present as they all looked over.
At the same time, the inner sect disciples that Lei Qian was looking at also moved aside, revealing a young man.
The young man had long hair and a lazy expression. He wore a light blue robe and was yawning with tears in his eyes.
The lazy young man was none other than the top inner sect disciple on the surface, Zhao Haiming.
Ding Zhirong, who hadn't gone far, also stopped and returned to the dueling ring.
"Is Lei Qian crazy? He actually wants to challenge Zhao Haiming?"
"Although he once defeated Lei Kuo, Lei Kuo was only ranked ninth in the inner sect. Zhao Haiming is the top inner sect disciple."
"Rumor has it that after Lei Qian acknowledged Lin Qian as his boss, he went to Mt. Mausoleum every day to cultivate with Lin Qian. Who knows, his strength might have increased by quite a bit!"
"Even if his cultivation has increased, how much can it increase by? Defeating Zhao Haiming is just wishful thinking."
Zhao Haiming slowly walked onto the dueling ring and stood opposite Lei Qian. He narrowed his eyes and looked at the other party.
After a long while, Zhao Haiming's narrowed eyes suddenly opened. "Are you … really Lei Qian?"
"As real as I can be."
"What happened when you followed Lin Qian? How did you become so strong?" Zhao Haiming frowned and took three steps back with a solemn expression.
Zhao Haiming's words caused an uproar.
They didn't expect Zhao Haiming to say that Lei Qian had become very strong.
Ding Zhirong's expression also changed. As Zhao Haiming's old rival, he was well aware of the latter's habits.
When Zhao Haiming's lazy expression turned solemn, it was only when he was facing an extremely strong opponent. He didn't even act like this when facing Ding Zhirong.
Ding Zhirong slowly gathered his soul power in his eyes and carefully observed Lei Qian. He was shocked.
"Between hell and a nightmare, and infinitely close to a nightmare?" Ding Zhirong took a deep breath and clenched his fists.
It wasn't as if Ding Zhirong didn't know that Lei Qian was the grandson of the Thunder Monarch, Lei Heng. Back in the outer sect, Lei Qian had been quite talented, but had been a little arrogant.
But now, it was as if he had become a completely different person. The reason was because of what the inner disciples said. Lei Qian had lost to Lin Qian in a deathmatch and followed him to cultivate at Mt. Mausoleum every day.
Ding Zhirong tilted his head and looked at Lin Qian, who was standing not far away. "Who exactly are you?"
Under the witness of the managing elder, the match between Lei Qian and Zhao Haiming officially began.
Lei Qian unleashed a shocking burst of soul power from the start, instantly equipping himself with an origin artifact and charging at Zhao Haiming with the Thunderbolt Sword in hand.
"Lei Qian's soul power halo is at the ninth level. Didn't he break through at the eighth level?"
"No way. Did he make up for it? That's impossible. He was only at the eighth level not long ago."
The moment Lei Qian made his move, the disciples below the stage exclaimed.
Following that, the scene that took place on the dueling ring left the spectating inner disciples even more astonished.
Zhao Haiming had been sent flying by Lei Qian's sword!
"What's going on?" Zhao Haiming gripped the heavy sword with both hands. His entire arm was numb, and the webbing between his thumb and forefinger was bleeding. Even his earth attribute soul power was starting to dissipate.
The earth attribute Zhao Haiming's martial soul was a heavy sword, and its characteristics were Fifteen Thousand Catties. It doubled the weight of the origin artifact in his hand, and he wouldn't feel anything.
However, Zhao Haiming was currently exhausted by Lei Qian's storm-like attacks, and could only passively endure the attacks.
Zhao Haiming had never been in such a sorry state, even when facing Ding Zhirong.
"Thunderbolt Slash!" Lightning flashed through Lei Qian's eyes as he thrust his sword at Zhao Haiming.
"Pfft!"
Zhao Haiming spat out a mouthful of blood as he was sent flying and fell to the ground. The heavy sword in his hand was also disarmed.
The outcome was clear, and the audience was silent.
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