Chapter Forty-two: The Death of Red Clothes

  "Boom!" A bloodied figure was knocked off the stage and fell to the ground.

  He stepped down from the stage, Lu Hao slowly withdrew his fist, didn't even look at the opponent he had knocked flying with one punch, and walked calmly off the stage.

  He has been carrying a war sword all along and hasn't even unsheathed it yet. Nevertheless, so far, no one has managed to last two rounds in his hands!

  "Bang!" Almost simultaneously, beside him, on the "Seismic" stage, another figure was blown out! Then, a young man slowly walked out.

  Lu Hao turned his head, and the two people's eyes collided instantly!

  "Crack!" It was as if a bolt of lightning had flashed between the two people, and the person standing in their line of sight suddenly felt numb all over, followed by a great force acting on themselves, causing them to involuntarily retreat, until they were pushed out of the two people's line of sight before returning to normal.

  "Whoa..." Someone reacted, taking a deep breath of cool air. The gaze had such power, these two guys were too terrifying! They had completely transcended the realm of martial arts!

  "Haha. These two little guys." Yun Lao smiled as he watched, unaware of the grudges between them. In his eyes, these two little guys were just showing off their competitiveness, and he couldn't help but sigh: "Youth is indeed good."

  His gaze parted, Lu Hao's body shook and he took a small step back, looking at Ling Lin, who only slightly moved his shoulders, but his feet didn't move an inch.

  "This guy is actually stronger than Big Brother?!" A young man beside Li Chen stared at the scene in front of him, rubbed his eyes in disbelief, and was convinced that there was nothing wrong with his own eyes, and exclaimed in shock.

  "Shut up! Having a strong aura doesn't necessarily mean you're strong, how could Lü Hao lose to this kid!" Li Chen bellowed.

  "You're very strong!" Lu Hao took a step back, but there was no sign of defeat in his eyes. He looked at Ling Lin, and the fighting spirit in his eyes grew even more intense, like molten lava about to erupt and burn the entire land!

  He looked up, and Lin Ling indifferently glanced at Lu Hao. As a congenital mid-term cultivator, he had lost all interest in Lu Hao. With a cold expression, he took a step forward, and Lin Ling's figure gradually disappeared into the distance.

  "This kid!" Ling Lin's actions had undoubtedly become a kind of arrogant attitude in the eyes of many people. Even Lu Hao, who was always cold and expressionless, couldn't help but flash a hint of anger in his eyes. How many years had it been since anyone had ever looked down on him like this?!

  Time flies, and after Ling Lin defeated his opponent again, the top 20 has been determined. There are only four disciples of the Young Sect! Ling Lin, Lu Hao, Li Chen, and unexpectedly, the last one is a girl!

  "Mei Ping Shijie! Mei Ping Shijie!..." The deafening cheers echoed from the crowd below. Originally already popular, and as the only female disciple among the young generation to enter the top twenty, Mei Ping naturally gained the support of countless young disciples, her popularity soaring in an instant.

  "Silence! The re-draw is about to begin, and the top ten strongest will be decided in this intense competition!" The black-robed referee shouted, his tone filled with excitement. "Whether or not you can become a revered innate master depends on this match!"

  As the black-robed judge's words rang out, the area below also suddenly fell silent, knowing that the most exciting and tragic battle in this grand competition had begun.

  Yes, the top ten competition is the most brutal and exciting part of this grand comparison, even more thrilling than the final championship match. This is a narrow road encounter where only the bravest win, almost a life-and-death duel, losing means not getting the sect's reward of elixir, means not breaking through to the innate realm, for those older generation disciples, it's not just about winning or losing, it's about life and death!

  Everyone will go all out, and if the strength is far apart, it's okay. When two parties with similar strengths meet, the scene becomes even more cruel, that's when the real life-and-death struggle takes place, no one will show mercy, usually only when one person lies down thoroughly can the game be declared over.

  "Number five." Ling Lin muttered, looking at the wooden sign in his hand.

  "Who knows who's unlucky enough to have drawn number five." Someone saw the murderous red-clothed man holding the sixteenth wooden sign and muttered.

  "Well, since we've met, let's just settle it then." Ling Lin said.

  In the middle of the stage, a man in red and Ling Lin stood quietly facing each other.

  "It's actually these two guys!" For a moment, the middle stage became the focus of everyone's attention. After the previous rounds, people had already roughly guessed the hot figures in the top ten. And the two guys on the middle stage were undoubtedly among them, and one of them was a bloodthirsty red-clothed man, which added to the excitement and tension of the competition. Although everyone knew that Ling Lin was very strong, there were still many people who didn't think much of him. After all, many of the spectators below had only reached the 6th or 7th level of martial arts, how could they distinguish between the strengths and weaknesses of the strongest martial artists? Moreover, Ling Lin's excessively young appearance made many people feel that he was going to lose.

  "That guy is doomed." Li Chen, standing on the "Gan" stage, occasionally glanced at Ling Lin and caught a glimpse of the killing intent that flashed in his eyes. He couldn't help but shiver and silently mourned for the red-clothed man standing opposite him.

  Unlike others, Li Chen clearly knew that this seemingly young man had incredibly strong powers. This was a freak who could even defeat his own brother in a battle of wits! How could that psychologically abnormal old man compare to him?

  Li Chen no longer looked at the "middle" stage, although he didn't know what was going on, but he could almost predict the outcome. What suspense is there? Just quickly settle this guy in front of him. Li Chen slowly turned around and looked at his opponent, another old man!

  "Tsk, tsk, what a powerful flesh and blood." The red-clothed man opposite Ling Lin licked his lips, with an expression of intoxication. Except for the first round, he hadn't made a move again, not because he didn't want to, but because his opponents in the following rounds all surrendered voluntarily as soon as they saw him. He was almost the most relaxed player to enter the top twenty.

  "Is the nonsense over?" Ling Lin still had that indifferent expression, his tone icy cold, not putting the red-clothed man's words to heart at all.

  What's pleasant to hear about a dead person?

  "Arrogant little brat." The red-clad man sneered, and immediately his arms spread out like a large bird spreading its wings, his long and powerful legs kicking out in a flurry.

  "Ghostly fireballs!"

  Pffft!

  Fierce energy rubbed against the air, dyeing a faint dark blue color. Clusters of dark blue light balls the size of pearls gathered under the red-clothed man's feet and were kicked towards Ling Lin in an instant.

  "Fancy moves." Ling Lin looked at the string of pale blue light balls flying towards him with disdain. This "Ghost Fire Beads" looked very intimidating and spectacular, but was seen through by Ling Lin at a glance. It was basically used to bully those weaker than himself, and had little use against someone with similar strength, let alone against himself, which would be simply suicidal!

  "Sky Splitting Fist!"

  Still the same move, but with even greater power! A shrill sonic boom echoed through the air as Ling Lin suddenly blasted towards the red-robed man.

  Pffft!

  Under the unbelievable gaze of the red-clothed man, Ling Lin's fists passed through, and the dark blue light clusters shattered one by one like bubbles. Finally, they heavily collided with the red-clothed man's foot.

  Although Kai Tian Fist doesn't truly possess the power of opening up the sky, in Ling Lin's hands it was more than enough to deal with a Martial Dao realm guy.

  "Boom!"

  The red-clothed man was originally in mid-air, and Ling Lin's punch sent him flying.

  "It can't end that easily!" Just as the red-clothed man was about to fly out of the arena, Ling Lin's right foot stomped heavily on the arena floor, his body shooting forward like a cannonball. In the blink of an eye, he arrived above the red-clothed man, counterattacking before the latter could even react.

  "Get down!" Looking at the red-clad man under him, Ling Lin let out a loud roar. With a fierce and powerful kick, one foot landed heavily on the red-clad man's body, amidst his terrified gaze.

  Bang!

  The entire arena shook, and the red-robed man fell like a meteor from the sky, heavily crashing onto the stage. In the center of the stage, a human-shaped deep pit suddenly appeared, and the red-robed man was embedded in it, his life or death unknown.

  "Creepy... what a terrifying guy!" A collective gasp echoed from below. Even several contestants on the arena were drawn to the commotion, their eyes scanning towards Ling Lin's "middle" platform, looking at the red-clothed man embedded in the center of the arena. Their eyes all shrunk simultaneously. That was no ordinary guy, although he was psychologically twisted and bloodthirsty, his strength was still quite formidable. Only a few here could win against him stably. And yet, this person had fallen so miserably at the hands of that guy in such a short time.

  "What a freak!" Besides being a freak, it's really hard to describe this young and violent guy.

  "This little guy is really hot-blooded." Yun Chang smiled at Ling Lin on the "middle" stage, with a feeling of a master looking at his apprentice, getting more and more pleased. Thinking that such a genius was about to become his disciple, Yun Chang's smile couldn't be stopped.

  A faintly eerie silence appeared in the field.

  "Bang bang bang bang..."

  Ling Lin took a step forward, one step at a time, walking towards the center of the arena.

  "Hasn't that guy died yet?" someone speculated.

  As expected, the next second, a dark red light suddenly swept towards Ling Lin. The red-clothed man lying in the deep pit sprang up like lightning and pounced on Ling Lin. His five fingers turned into claws, with dark red light flowing on his claws, making people's hearts palpitate. The red-clothed man still remembered that the first time he used this move to tear his hapless opponent apart alive. He believed it would be the same this time!

  "I thought you wouldn't come out!" Ling Lin had expected all this, and now seeing the red-clothed man suddenly pounce over, he wasn't surprised at all. With a hint of killing intent, Ling Lin's words slowly drifted into the red-clothed man's ears, "One move to send you to hell!"

  Ling Lin's figure suddenly disappeared, and in the next instant, a hand with a faint blue glow fiercely struck the red-clothed man's abdomen.

  "Hmm."

  A mouthful of blood spurted out, and the body of the red-clothed man who had rushed forward suddenly fell to the ground, completely breathless.

  "Contestant number five, Ling Lin Sheng!"