Chapter 33
The name Gu Lin resounded throughout Chuwei!
The vast, boundless training ground was deathly silent, with nearly 100,000 people standing there.
It seemed as if only one figure remained in the world.
He walked slowly, step by step, to Zhao Yao.
Zhao Yao covered his charred throat, his face contorted in agony as he screamed, but he couldn't utter a sound.
Gu Lin looked down at him from his high vantage point.
The so-called Prince Qilin had a desperate look in his eyes, begging for mercy like a dog.
Zhao Can, trembling on the high platform, was seething with rage. Surrounded by his colleagues, he roared, his eyes bloodshot:
"Gentlemen, Zhao Yao is finished. Zhao Yao has admitted defeat. It's time to announce it!!"
The members of the Martial Peak Hall remained expressionless.
Lord Baihu remained silent as well.
He understood Zhao Can's hysteria.
But the fairness and order of the selection process must not be broken!
The Holy Land cannot intervene unless the words "I surrender" are uttered.
Zhao Yao's life or death rests entirely in Gu Lin's hands.
The members of the other three holy lands were naturally happy to watch the spectacle, each one quite interested, wanting to see if Gu Lin would make a ruthless move.
This Gu Lin possesses terrifying combat abilities and a multitude of battle strategies, including various top-tier martial arts techniques, which he employs to an unparalleled level!
Aside from his relatively weak cultivation level, his overall abilities are top-notch among his peers!
In the utterly silent stands, County Magistrate Zhao was overcome with grief, his body trembling like a leaf, his bloodshot eyes fixed on stand number three.
If that beast dares to lay a hand on us, we'll fight the Zhao family to the death!
Dean Yan, standing nearby, was equally anxious. Although he and Magistrate Lu of Shiyang were from the same faction, Gu Lin's earth-shattering battle made him snort softly, but Gu Lin must not impulsively dig his own grave!
Even if the ghostwriter position has been secured, how can the ghostwriter compete with Zhao Can?
Li Qingwu on the other side had already given up hope. In her eyes, how could the unattainable and dazzling Qilin Prince be defeated by that beast? She even gradually went mad, roaring that all of this was an illusion!
All the spectators in Shiyang were in a daze.
Who exactly is the leading figure among the younger generation in Shiyang County?
The Kirin Prince is nothing more than a stepping stone for Gu Lin!
In recent years, Young Master Qilin has shone brightly, but that's only because Gu Lin disdains empty fame. When it comes to the highest stage, he will nail Young Master Qilin to the pillar of shame!
What choice will he make at this moment?
Taking action would be tantamount to slapping Lord Zhao Can in public!
For the sake of your future, choose to exercise restraint!
Time passed slowly, and the training ground fell into a long silence.
Gu Lin used a voice that could only be heard by the two of them, a voice so soft it was almost inaudible:
"Once I gain power, it's inevitable that I'll seek revenge."
"If we spare you, will the Zhao family forget their grudge?"
"Continue to hate me in the underworld."
Amidst the watchful eyes of everyone, Gu Lin raised his foot and stomped on Zhao Yao's head with a sudden force.
click-
The sound of a neck snapping sent chills down the spines of all onlookers.
The Prince of Qilin died on the spot!
In an instant, Zhao Can's face turned pale. He closed his eyes tightly to prevent himself from collapsing on the spot, but only he knew how much grief and anger he felt inside!
All the members of the Holy Land exchanged glances, their eyes revealing their assessment of Gu Lin.
Absolutely ruthless!
Gu Lin turned and left the No. 3 dueling arena.
The endless silence was suddenly broken by a sharp sound.
"Gu Lin!"
"Gu Lin!!"
In an instant, cheers erupted like a tidal wave, and nearly 100,000 spectators were filled with excitement and their blood was boiling!
A Qi Condensation Realm Seventh Level Suppresses a Profound Realm!
This is truly the peerless genius of Chuwei County!
So what if you have an older brother who is a member of the Holy Land?
So what if your halo is dazzling?
Your prized talent and your so-called exceptional martial arts skills are utterly worthless in Gu Tianjiao's eyes!
What did Gu Tianjiao say when he defeated Zhao Yao?
Everyone heard me clearly!
"I submit to you, become your slave, and you reward me with a position as a ghostwriter? Do you know how ridiculous you are?"
Looking back now, it's truly a huge joke!
Zhao Yao himself was eliminated in the top 64, becoming a complete laughing stock!
As the cheers subsided, the scholar in the snow-white lotus robe from the Wen Dao Academy emphasized, his voice firm and resonant:
Congratulations to Gu Lin from Shiyang County for advancing to the top 32!
As Gu Lin returned to the high platform, he was met with a barrage of wary and awe-inspiring gazes.
Seeing that Gu Lin's expression was calm and indifferent, lacking the expected excitement, all the contestants knew—
He came here with the goal of securing one of the six spots!
His goal is to join the holy land!
He has already killed Prince Qilin Zhao Yao, and he is now absolutely qualified and capable!
Congratulations, Gu Lin.
Congratulations, Gu Lin.
Yan Shouxu, Wei Xuan, and the others were still in shock, their expressions slightly blank, looking at Gu Lin as if he were a freak or a madman.
Only Zhu Yuting kept his head down, his grief almost bursting, his mind buzzing, his future ruined.
On the third dueling platform.
Zhao Yao's body was carried away.
Despite being hailed as the Prince of Qilin, he had to be carried back to Shiyang in a coffin.
At the very center of the high platform, Zhu Baihu of the Wendao Academy continued drawing lots.
However, the ensuing duel was far from exciting. Gu Lin's earth-shattering battle was so visually impactful that even the spectators found the clash between the ninth level of Qi Condensation Realm cultivators boring!
Half an hour later, the advancement round came to an end.
The top 32 teams have been determined!
Another half-hour break.
This time, Gu Lin took the pills given by the Holy Land to quickly restore his body, as the battle just now had taken too much to handle.
On the seemingly endless stands, spectators whispered and discussed amongst themselves.
Gu Changchuan's gaze was unfocused, as if he were having a very long dream, in which he kept grinning, until the corners of his mouth twitched.
Lin'er doesn't need any luck at all!
Whoever draws him is truly unlucky!
"Uncle Gu... Jingming killed Zhao Yao..." The chubby Wang Mu's voice trembled. The Zhao family was all-powerful in Shiyang County, and Zhao Can's power was deeply rooted in people's hearts.
Unexpectedly, Gu Changchuan showed no fear and said in a firm and powerful voice:
"Everything Lin'er did was right!"
"Although I am just an unknown bodyguard, no more than an ant in the eyes of the Zhao family, I am not a coward. If Lin'er lets him go, will the Zhao family let Lin'er go? If sparing his life will only bring harsher retaliation, then it's better to be willing to be skinned alive and send Zhao Yao to meet the King of Hell!"
"Why think so much? At least Lin'er is the one doing the writing now!"
Although the chubby boy Wang Mu was worried, he couldn't help but sigh.
A month ago, everyone was still carefree and eating roast goose together. A month later, Gu Jingming is about to join the ghostwriting team, enjoying the high salary of the Divine Dynasty. When he returns to the academy, even Dean Yan has to call him "Lord Gu"!
Such changes truly demonstrate the unpredictability of life and the vicissitudes of time!
"Family-oriented!"
Suddenly, a hoarse voice came, and County Magistrate Zhao staggered over. The pain of losing his son was so intense that he had lost all his former grandeur and the dignity he once pursued, and was like a walking corpse with overwhelming ferocity.
Gu Changchuan quickly stood up and bowed respectfully with clasped hands:
"Lord Zhao, the duel is a life-or-death struggle. If Lin'er dies, it is his own choice."
County Magistrate Zhao gave a sinister, cold laugh, staring intently at Gu Changchuan as if he were a dying man, and growled in a hoarse voice:
"The hatred for killing one's son is irreconcilable!"
Gu Changchuan was not afraid at all. He was a bounty hunter who often risked his life. How could he be a coward?
He emphasized:
"Lin'er is already a ghostwriter! She's no longer a student of Shiyang Academy!"
Zhao, the county magistrate, had a murderous intent deep in his eyes. He had already sentenced the Gu family to death in his heart. He left with faltering steps, and everything depended on what Can'er did!
It seemed as if only one figure remained in the world.
He walked slowly, step by step, to Zhao Yao.
Zhao Yao covered his charred throat, his face contorted in agony as he screamed, but he couldn't utter a sound.
Gu Lin looked down at him from his high vantage point.
The so-called Prince Qilin had a desperate look in his eyes, begging for mercy like a dog.
Zhao Can, trembling on the high platform, was seething with rage. Surrounded by his colleagues, he roared, his eyes bloodshot:
"Gentlemen, Zhao Yao is finished. Zhao Yao has admitted defeat. It's time to announce it!!"
The members of the Martial Peak Hall remained expressionless.
Lord Baihu remained silent as well.
He understood Zhao Can's hysteria.
But the fairness and order of the selection process must not be broken!
The Holy Land cannot intervene unless the words "I surrender" are uttered.
Zhao Yao's life or death rests entirely in Gu Lin's hands.
The members of the other three holy lands were naturally happy to watch the spectacle, each one quite interested, wanting to see if Gu Lin would make a ruthless move.
This Gu Lin possesses terrifying combat abilities and a multitude of battle strategies, including various top-tier martial arts techniques, which he employs to an unparalleled level!
Aside from his relatively weak cultivation level, his overall abilities are top-notch among his peers!
In the utterly silent stands, County Magistrate Zhao was overcome with grief, his body trembling like a leaf, his bloodshot eyes fixed on stand number three.
If that beast dares to lay a hand on us, we'll fight the Zhao family to the death!
Dean Yan, standing nearby, was equally anxious. Although he and Magistrate Lu of Shiyang were from the same faction, Gu Lin's earth-shattering battle made him snort softly, but Gu Lin must not impulsively dig his own grave!
Even if the ghostwriter position has been secured, how can the ghostwriter compete with Zhao Can?
Li Qingwu on the other side had already given up hope. In her eyes, how could the unattainable and dazzling Qilin Prince be defeated by that beast? She even gradually went mad, roaring that all of this was an illusion!
All the spectators in Shiyang were in a daze.
Who exactly is the leading figure among the younger generation in Shiyang County?
The Kirin Prince is nothing more than a stepping stone for Gu Lin!
In recent years, Young Master Qilin has shone brightly, but that's only because Gu Lin disdains empty fame. When it comes to the highest stage, he will nail Young Master Qilin to the pillar of shame!
What choice will he make at this moment?
Taking action would be tantamount to slapping Lord Zhao Can in public!
For the sake of your future, choose to exercise restraint!
Time passed slowly, and the training ground fell into a long silence.
Gu Lin used a voice that could only be heard by the two of them, a voice so soft it was almost inaudible:
"Once I gain power, it's inevitable that I'll seek revenge."
"If we spare you, will the Zhao family forget their grudge?"
"Continue to hate me in the underworld."
Amidst the watchful eyes of everyone, Gu Lin raised his foot and stomped on Zhao Yao's head with a sudden force.
click-
The sound of a neck snapping sent chills down the spines of all onlookers.
The Prince of Qilin died on the spot!
In an instant, Zhao Can's face turned pale. He closed his eyes tightly to prevent himself from collapsing on the spot, but only he knew how much grief and anger he felt inside!
All the members of the Holy Land exchanged glances, their eyes revealing their assessment of Gu Lin.
Absolutely ruthless!
Gu Lin turned and left the No. 3 dueling arena.
The endless silence was suddenly broken by a sharp sound.
"Gu Lin!"
"Gu Lin!!"
In an instant, cheers erupted like a tidal wave, and nearly 100,000 spectators were filled with excitement and their blood was boiling!
A Qi Condensation Realm Seventh Level Suppresses a Profound Realm!
This is truly the peerless genius of Chuwei County!
So what if you have an older brother who is a member of the Holy Land?
So what if your halo is dazzling?
Your prized talent and your so-called exceptional martial arts skills are utterly worthless in Gu Tianjiao's eyes!
What did Gu Tianjiao say when he defeated Zhao Yao?
Everyone heard me clearly!
"I submit to you, become your slave, and you reward me with a position as a ghostwriter? Do you know how ridiculous you are?"
Looking back now, it's truly a huge joke!
Zhao Yao himself was eliminated in the top 64, becoming a complete laughing stock!
As the cheers subsided, the scholar in the snow-white lotus robe from the Wen Dao Academy emphasized, his voice firm and resonant:
Congratulations to Gu Lin from Shiyang County for advancing to the top 32!
As Gu Lin returned to the high platform, he was met with a barrage of wary and awe-inspiring gazes.
Seeing that Gu Lin's expression was calm and indifferent, lacking the expected excitement, all the contestants knew—
He came here with the goal of securing one of the six spots!
His goal is to join the holy land!
He has already killed Prince Qilin Zhao Yao, and he is now absolutely qualified and capable!
Congratulations, Gu Lin.
Congratulations, Gu Lin.
Yan Shouxu, Wei Xuan, and the others were still in shock, their expressions slightly blank, looking at Gu Lin as if he were a freak or a madman.
Only Zhu Yuting kept his head down, his grief almost bursting, his mind buzzing, his future ruined.
On the third dueling platform.
Zhao Yao's body was carried away.
Despite being hailed as the Prince of Qilin, he had to be carried back to Shiyang in a coffin.
At the very center of the high platform, Zhu Baihu of the Wendao Academy continued drawing lots.
However, the ensuing duel was far from exciting. Gu Lin's earth-shattering battle was so visually impactful that even the spectators found the clash between the ninth level of Qi Condensation Realm cultivators boring!
Half an hour later, the advancement round came to an end.
The top 32 teams have been determined!
Another half-hour break.
This time, Gu Lin took the pills given by the Holy Land to quickly restore his body, as the battle just now had taken too much to handle.
On the seemingly endless stands, spectators whispered and discussed amongst themselves.
Gu Changchuan's gaze was unfocused, as if he were having a very long dream, in which he kept grinning, until the corners of his mouth twitched.
Lin'er doesn't need any luck at all!
Whoever draws him is truly unlucky!
"Uncle Gu... Jingming killed Zhao Yao..." The chubby Wang Mu's voice trembled. The Zhao family was all-powerful in Shiyang County, and Zhao Can's power was deeply rooted in people's hearts.
Unexpectedly, Gu Changchuan showed no fear and said in a firm and powerful voice:
"Everything Lin'er did was right!"
"Although I am just an unknown bodyguard, no more than an ant in the eyes of the Zhao family, I am not a coward. If Lin'er lets him go, will the Zhao family let Lin'er go? If sparing his life will only bring harsher retaliation, then it's better to be willing to be skinned alive and send Zhao Yao to meet the King of Hell!"
"Why think so much? At least Lin'er is the one doing the writing now!"
Although the chubby boy Wang Mu was worried, he couldn't help but sigh.
A month ago, everyone was still carefree and eating roast goose together. A month later, Gu Jingming is about to join the ghostwriting team, enjoying the high salary of the Divine Dynasty. When he returns to the academy, even Dean Yan has to call him "Lord Gu"!
Such changes truly demonstrate the unpredictability of life and the vicissitudes of time!
"Family-oriented!"
Suddenly, a hoarse voice came, and County Magistrate Zhao staggered over. The pain of losing his son was so intense that he had lost all his former grandeur and the dignity he once pursued, and was like a walking corpse with overwhelming ferocity.
Gu Changchuan quickly stood up and bowed respectfully with clasped hands:
"Lord Zhao, the duel is a life-or-death struggle. If Lin'er dies, it is his own choice."
County Magistrate Zhao gave a sinister, cold laugh, staring intently at Gu Changchuan as if he were a dying man, and growled in a hoarse voice:
"The hatred for killing one's son is irreconcilable!"
Gu Changchuan was not afraid at all. He was a bounty hunter who often risked his life. How could he be a coward?
He emphasized:
"Lin'er is already a ghostwriter! She's no longer a student of Shiyang Academy!"
Zhao, the county magistrate, had a murderous intent deep in his eyes. He had already sentenced the Gu family to death in his heart. He left with faltering steps, and everything depended on what Can'er did!