There were many challenges in Xuanming City, so the Xuanming Martial Coliseum was built a long time ago.
If one wanted to fight or challenge someone, they could go to the Xuanming Martial Coliseum. It was spacious enough to display one's strength without worrying about hurting others and causing unnecessary damage.
There were also many seats around to watch the battles.
The Xuanming Martial Coliseum was located in the middle of Xuanming City. It was wide and open to all. Anyone could come and challenge anyone at any time.
"Someone is challenging Lin Heming again."
"This is normal. Lin Heming is the one who has been challenged the most on the Underworld List."
"Lin Heming, the Cloud Crane Hand, is relatively gentle. Those who challenge him are only lightly injured at most. This is why he faces so many challenges."
"Even so, Lin Heming hasn't been challenged for more than half a year."
"Do you know the background of this challenge?"
"As far as I know, the challenger is Chen Zong. He came from another prefecture and is a mid-level Half-Saint. I suspect he has the strength of a high-level Half-Saint."
"Oh, isn't that just a Marquis genius?"
"It should be interesting."
"Although Lin Heming can't be called a genius, his foundation is solid. An ordinary high-level Half-Saint is no match for him in three moves."
Chen Zong's challenge to Lin Heming was not a secret. It was quickly spread and known by others.
Of course, Xuanming City was very big. Only a portion of the people knew about this. Now, they all rushed to the Xuanming Martial Coliseum to watch the battle with their own eyes.
The sun rose in the sky. The golden-red light shone in all directions like a sword. The entire Xuanming City was bathed in the light and was full of vitality.
Crowds gathered at the Xuanming Martial Coliseum. A young man in a cloud-white robe stood on one of the rings. He was slender and his back was straight like a sword. His aura was restrained, as if a sword was in its scabbard.
"He's the one who wants to challenge the Cloud Crane Hand?"
"That's him."
"Does he look ordinary?"
"You can't tell if he's ordinary or not."
All kinds of discussions were heard by Chen Zong in the arena. However, Chen Zong did not pay any attention to them. His expression remained unchanged, and he quietly waited for Lin Heming's arrival.
On the other combat arena, there was similarly a battle going on, and the battle was intense. Strong winds overflowed in all directions as energy surged endlessly like tidewater.
At this moment, many people's gazes seemed to be attracted by something as they all looked towards the entrance of the battle arena.
A tall and slender figure was walking over calmly.
He had an ordinary appearance, but he had a unique temperament. His face was calm, and his eyes were as deep as the clouds in the sky. He seemed to stand aloof from worldly affairs.
Although this person's appearance was ordinary, he had a unique temperament that was unforgettable. It was as if he was a carefree person with a trace of transcendence.
He seemed to be a young man, but at a closer look, he seemed to be middle-aged. His deep eyes gazed at Chen Zong, making Chen Zong feel as if he could see a boundless area.
"Lin Heming is here."
"It's been half a year, but Lin Heming's aura seems to have changed."
"He's probably even stronger now."
Seeing Lin Heming appear, a group of people was excited.
After all, Lin Heming was an expert on the Dark List.
There were countless Half-saints in the entire Xuanming City and even the entire Xuanming Territory, but there were only 108 places on the Dark List. One could imagine how difficult it was to get on the list.
Even if one's ranking was relatively low, as long as one could get on the Dark List, it represented one's strength.
The strength of a Half-saint surpassed that of an ordinary high-level Half-saint.
More importantly, Lin Heming did not come from a large force. It was said that he came from a small family that had declined. He cultivated step by step with his own efforts until he got on the Dark List.
This made many cultivators and itinerant cultivators who came from small forces admire him.
Although large forces were powerful, they were in the minority. In this world, there were more people from small forces and rogue cultivators.
Moreover, there was an invisible line that separated the people from the big forces, the people from the small forces, and the rogue cultivators.
It was like officials and commoners, rich and poor.
Whether they admitted it or not, the line would always exist.
Therefore, in the eyes of most people from large forces, Lin Heming, who came from an ordinary background, was just good. However, in the eyes of people from small forces and rogue cultivators, Lin Heming was like a representative.
Lin Heming walked calmly to the edge of the battle arena. Without stopping, he stepped forward step by step. His feet gradually rose as if he was stepping on an invisible staircase. He walked onto the battle arena with ease and faced Chen Zong from a distance.
This move immediately made people's eyes light up.
It was axiomatic that one could not fly without reaching the Saint Realm.
What Lin Heming showed was also something that many Half-saints could not do.
However, such a move was nothing in Chen Zong's eyes.
"It's Lin Heming." The two sides fighting on the other battle arenas suddenly stopped.
"Let's watch first. We'll decide the winner after that."
"Okay."
Therefore, all the people on the other battle arenas stopped and stared at Chen Zong and Lin Heming.
"Little friend, since you want to challenge me, please make your move." Facing Chen Zong, Lin Heming smiled slightly. He was not aggressive and just said calmly.
"Please." Similarly, Chen Zong did not mean to talk nonsense. It was a challenge to determine the winner by strength, not to make friends.
As soon as Chen Zong finished speaking, the Heavy Dragon Sword at his waist instantly shot out. A jet of black sword light pierced through the void, piercing hundreds of meters in an instant and shooting toward Lin Heming.
"What a fast sword."
"This person's strength is really extraordinary."
As soon as Chen Zong drew his sword, the spectators were shocked and surprised.
Those who could come to Mysterious Dark City were all capable, and the cultivators who grew up in Mysterious Dark City were also quite extraordinary.
Lin Heming raised his eyebrows slightly. He was also a little surprised by Chen Zong's sword speed, but he soon returned to normal. Since he dared to challenge him, he must have some ability. Otherwise, he must be arrogant.
This person didn't look like an arrogant and conceited person.
While thinking, Lin Heming did not hesitate at all and waved his hand.
His palm was white and glowed with a jade-white fluorescence, as if it was made of white jade. With a slight sound of wind breaking, he easily blocked Chen Zong's sword.
It was not that Chen Zong wanted him to block it, but that it was difficult to dodge. Lin Heming's attack did not seem to be fast, but it was extremely accurate. It seemed that nothing could escape from his palm.
The moment he blocked the Heavy Dragon Sword, Lin Heming's expression suddenly changed. The Heavy Dragon Sword's amazing weight shocked him.
However, Lin Heming was experienced and powerful, so his reaction was extremely fast. The white light on his palm became more intense and dazzling. He put his five fingers together and gently pecked like a white crane's sharp beak.
A terrible force suddenly burst out from his fingertips and fiercely bombarded the Heavy Dragon Sword's blade. The force was not very strong, but it was extremely condensed. In an instant, it burst out with amazing power, as if it was going to shatter the Heavy Dragon Sword. The force was as sharp as a knife and sword. It instantly passed through the sword at an amazing speed, as if it was going to crush Chen Zong's hand that was holding the sword.
Chen Zong was secretly shocked.
The first time he fought with Lin Heming, he saw how extraordinary Lin Heming was. Lin Heming's strength was extremely pure, and his use of his strength was extremely brilliant.
Chen Zong suddenly became excited. Traces of fighting spirit burst out from his heart, surging, surging, and shooting out.
When the power burst out, the Heavy Dragon Sword shook and immediately shattered the force that invaded the sword. The sword rolled up a terrible whistling sound, like a surging tsunami, and blasted toward Lin Heming.
Lin Heming was also slightly surprised. He just found that the challenger's ability was somewhat beyond his imagination.
In this way, this battle would be more interesting, wouldn't it?
After half a year of silence, today was a good time to stretch out his muscles and bones.
Thinking of this, a tyrannical aura suddenly exploded from Lin Heming's body and rushed straight up, accompanied by a sharp and resounding cry. The aura that soared into the sky seemed to be able to see the shadow of a white crane spreading its wings and flying high.
"Master is finally going to show his real strength." Lin Heming's servant unconsciously clenched his fists and secretly said excitedly.
The battle just now was just a test.
Of course, even if it was just a test, an ordinary high-level Half-Saint would not be able to resist more than a few moves. In this way, Lin Heming could judge whether his opponent really had the ability to challenge him.
If not, of course, he would be easily defeated.
If he did, naturally, he would be able to have a good fight.
Although Lin Heming's temperament was relatively gentle, and he generally would not be heavy-handed to his challengers. At most, he would cause his opponents to be slightly injured. However, it did not mean that he was aloof from worldly affairs.
If he was really aloof from worldly affairs, then he should find a remote place to live in seclusion. There was no need for him to cultivate, and he would live a beautiful rural life.
Lin Heming also liked to fight with strong opponents because it could further hone himself and make him further progress. It could even help him find the opportunity to break through to the Saint Realm.
Basically, the current level of strength was already the limit. All that was left was to break through. However, he had not been able to find the opportunity to break through, and had been stuck at the peak of the Half-Saint Realm.
He also longed for a breakthrough.
Fight!
Seeing Lin Heming's momentum skyrocketing, the white crane's cry became sharper and sharper. Chen Zong's eyes became more focused. An astonishing cold light shot out like a sword, and a tyrannical aura condensed into a sword. It soared into the sky as if it was going to shatter the sky and break through the clouds.
In terms of cultivation, Chen Zong disguised himself as a mid-level Half-Saint. However, in terms of strength, he was stronger than an ordinary high-level Half-Saint. As for how much stronger, Chen Zong himself was not clear. Now, he could use Lin Heming to verify it.
Fight!
Both of them were full of fighting spirit.
Lin Heming opened his arms and slowly raised them. It seemed that he brought with him countless phantoms. Like a white crane spreading its wings, his body rushed into the sky in an instant. He turned in the air and pounced on Chen Zong swiftly and gracefully. At the same time, another figure swept up an astonishing gust of wind close to the ground of the arena. The gust of wind was as sharp as a knife.
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