Chapter 36
Hao Ran's appearance caused an uproar throughout the city!
Young Master Yanxu revealed his cultivation level, leaving nearly 100,000 onlookers in awe.
That aura wasn't that of someone just entering the second level of the Profound Realm, but rather someone at the mid-stage of the second level or even approaching the high-stage!
Extremely terrifying martial arts talent!
Is that showing off?
No.
It was a clear message to Gu Lin that he should admit defeat when necessary.
Hearing Yan Xu say he would spare his life, Zhao Can felt no anger. He wanted to personally kill Gu Lin to wash away the disgrace of the Zhao family and make his family of three suffer torment until they died!
On the number eight arena, Gu Lin walked to the center.
"Thump—"
The drums suddenly sounded.
The Holy Land did not give either side a chance to confront each other; it was a battle with no suspense, or rather, whoever faced Yan Xu would have met the same fate.
Gu Lin focused his energy in his dantian, gathering strength for an attack. Layer upon layer of palm shadows emerged, forming a defensive palm wall of thirty-two palms.
Seeing Gu Lin unleash his trump card upon arrival, countless onlookers were captivated; it was here that the Kirin Prince was buried.
Yan Xu remained expressionless, strolling leisurely, as a blood-red light naturally appeared on his body, transforming into a giant shield to protect him.
"The Blood Refining Divine Light of the Yan Clan!" a powerful figure from a sect exclaimed.
Then Yan Xu's toes brushed the ground, and he leaped directly into the palm wall.
The palm shadows and the blood-red light pressed and covered each other, and due to the huge difference in internal energy, the palm wall was about to collapse.
Suddenly.
Yan Xu shouted loudly, his right hand's five fingers flipped and grabbed angrily, his inner energy meandering like a snake.
boom--
The blue claw print collided violently with the solid palm, and the palm wall completely collapsed.
As the aftershocks of the Blood Refining Divine Light struck, Gu Lin staggered back fifteen steps with difficulty, his chest trembling violently and blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.
Amidst the intense gaze of the crowd, Yan Xu's left hand had already formed a fist, and with a single punch, he shattered the scorching aura. That silent and deadly move didn't even manage to burn his robes.
The entire audience felt their scalp tingle.
Rumors are no substitute for seeing them in person; Young Master Yanxu is truly incredibly powerful!
Gu Lin was already terrifying; those two moves were mastered to the highest level, combining illusion and reality to powerfully suppress Zhao Yao!
However, when Yan Xu used the same trick again, he handled the situation smoothly and without showing any sign of being embarrassed.
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Firstly, Young Master Yanxu was already on guard.
Secondly, the difference in cultivation level is too great; the power of all martial arts is based on internal energy.
Yan Xu remained motionless, staring at his opponent whose mouth was bleeding, and asked with a smile:
"You were just unlucky. When are you going to admit defeat?"
Gu Lin wiped away the bloodstains, steadied his inner energy, and calmly replied:
"Maybe you're just unlucky."
As he finished speaking, his brow opened and closed.
Yan Xu's pupils shrank suddenly, and the smile on his face vanished abruptly as he saw a wisp of purple mist.
The vast training ground fell silent. Nearly 100,000 spectators stood up almost simultaneously, all of them visibly shocked. The impact of this scene was unparalleled.
What did they see?!
The members of the four holy lands narrowed their eyes and stared intently at Gu Lin on platform number eight.
Righteous spirit!
he.....
He was still a Confucian scholar!
An amazing talent that combines Confucianism and martial arts!
As the majestic purple aura appeared, the entire audience was filled with excitement, their eyes filled with astonishment.
Chuwei County has produced a genius who is proficient in both Confucianism and martial arts!
The moment the vast purple aura surged forth, Gu Lin unleashed his max-level Lingbo Weibu (a martial arts technique), leaving only a fleeting afterimage where he stood.
"Only a Confucian and Taoist cultivation level of the third stage of the Qi Nourishing Realm." Yan Xu relaxed his mind, but suddenly his mind was buzzing.
An invisible cage descended, imprisoning his flesh and blood, his arms stiff and unable to move.
Gu Lin's figure was close at hand. Accompanied by the sound of thunder, he launched eighteen consecutive kicks in mid-air. His palms had already turned into claws, and he unleashed another move, the Three Yang Severing Hand Seal.
however.
In despair, Yan Xu's face contorted with rage, a wisp of essence within his body burned wildly, his black hair was enveloped in a surge of qi and blood, and his stiff limbs instantly began to churn with internal energy.
The self-imposed confinement has crumbled!
boom--
Yan Xu parried the nine kicks at top speed, his internal energy flowing so fast that it caused his acupoints to tremble. He twisted his body and retreated as fast as an arrow, slapping his own shoulder to force out the scorching heat.
Despite this, Yan Xu's robes were still charred and stained with blood.
The entire audience was horrified!
All the members of the Holy Land looked horrified.
An ordinary cultivator at the second level of the Profound Realm would surely perish by now.
Even a formidable second-level expert in the Profound Realm, skilled in actual combat, is now on the verge of death and becoming a lamb to the slaughter.
However, Yan Xu managed to escape danger by relying on his terrifying talent and the foundation of the Yan family, only losing a piece of his flesh and blood.
What kind of fighting power does Gu Lin possess?!
With his martial arts cultivation at the seventh level of Qi Condensation and his Confucianism cultivation at the third level of Qi Nourishment, he almost suppressed Yan Xu and created an astonishing miracle.
"It's normal that your brother lost; he didn't go all out," the Martial Palace Commander remarked.
Zhao Can's face tightened. In that instant, his emotions almost plummeted into an abyss, but fortunately Yan Xu was exceptional enough.
The entire hall was deathly silent; all the spectators seemed to have their throats choked, and no one could utter a word.
They even felt despair for Gu Lin!
If it weren't for Yan Xu, and instead of drawing the second-ranked Overlord Chu Sheng or the third-ranked Order Prince Li Zhixu, Gu Lin would have won!
Unless you witness it with your own eyes, who could imagine that someone at the seventh level of Qi Condensation could be both a scholar and a martial artist, and whose Confucian and Taoist skills were so profound that Yan Xu was completely unable to move and was imprisoned for a moment!
How utterly hopeless!
Young Master Gu Lin had exhausted all his strength and used every trump card, but he still couldn't shake Yan Xu.
If it were anyone else, it would have been Yan Xu, a member of the prestigious Yan clan!
Countless viewers felt a sense of tragic despair for Gu Lin, who was so amazing and outstanding, yet still became Yan Xu's stepping stone.
"I am destined to lose."
"I can't block this series of attacks either."
On the high platform, Overlord Chu Sheng and Prince Li Xuyi looked solemn. If they had encountered Gu Lin, they would have already said goodbye to the selection competition.
Gu Lin is really strong, it's just a pity that his opponent is Yan Xu.
Suddenly.
"Gu Lin!"
"Gu Lin!"
"Gu Lin!"
On the dueling platform, the two were still facing off and conserving their energy, but shouts filled the air and the crowds cheered. All the spectators expressed their heartfelt admiration for Young Master Gu Lin, which truly exemplified what it meant to lose with honor and to lose gloriously.
Dean Yan and the spectators from Shiyang were equally passionate, shouting Gu Lin's name with all their might. He was the pride of Shiyang County, skilled in both Confucianism and martial arts, and had almost defeated Yan Xu!
County Magistrate Zhao sat alone, his haggard face contorted in a grotesque, sinister smile.
so what?
He's still just a ghostwriter!
What is a ghostwriter in the face of the Holy Land?
servants.
It would be too easy for Can'er to deal with this beast.
As if they had escaped from a deathly inferno, Li Jisheng and his daughter Li Qingwu collapsed to the ground, the terror in their eyes slowly fading.
No matter how powerful this beast is, he can't surpass Young Master Yan Xu. He's merely the one who held the knife. Lord Zhao Can, harboring a deep-seated hatred, is determined to make this beast suffer a terrible death!
"Lin'er..."
Watching his son's retreating figure, Gu Changchuan's eyes were already brimming with tears. His son had done his best, and his son was dazzling and brilliant enough.
On the number eight dueling platform, Yan Xu listened to the deafening roar of the crowd, but he felt no anger; he simply stared indifferently at his opponent.
"It's time to admit defeat."
Gu Lin smiled silently.
He didn't like the deafening cheers at that moment.
No matter how much recognition you receive, you're still a loser.
He cannot lose.
That aura wasn't that of someone just entering the second level of the Profound Realm, but rather someone at the mid-stage of the second level or even approaching the high-stage!
Extremely terrifying martial arts talent!
Is that showing off?
No.
It was a clear message to Gu Lin that he should admit defeat when necessary.
Hearing Yan Xu say he would spare his life, Zhao Can felt no anger. He wanted to personally kill Gu Lin to wash away the disgrace of the Zhao family and make his family of three suffer torment until they died!
On the number eight arena, Gu Lin walked to the center.
"Thump—"
The drums suddenly sounded.
The Holy Land did not give either side a chance to confront each other; it was a battle with no suspense, or rather, whoever faced Yan Xu would have met the same fate.
Gu Lin focused his energy in his dantian, gathering strength for an attack. Layer upon layer of palm shadows emerged, forming a defensive palm wall of thirty-two palms.
Seeing Gu Lin unleash his trump card upon arrival, countless onlookers were captivated; it was here that the Kirin Prince was buried.
Yan Xu remained expressionless, strolling leisurely, as a blood-red light naturally appeared on his body, transforming into a giant shield to protect him.
"The Blood Refining Divine Light of the Yan Clan!" a powerful figure from a sect exclaimed.
Then Yan Xu's toes brushed the ground, and he leaped directly into the palm wall.
The palm shadows and the blood-red light pressed and covered each other, and due to the huge difference in internal energy, the palm wall was about to collapse.
Suddenly.
Yan Xu shouted loudly, his right hand's five fingers flipped and grabbed angrily, his inner energy meandering like a snake.
boom--
The blue claw print collided violently with the solid palm, and the palm wall completely collapsed.
As the aftershocks of the Blood Refining Divine Light struck, Gu Lin staggered back fifteen steps with difficulty, his chest trembling violently and blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.
Amidst the intense gaze of the crowd, Yan Xu's left hand had already formed a fist, and with a single punch, he shattered the scorching aura. That silent and deadly move didn't even manage to burn his robes.
The entire audience felt their scalp tingle.
Rumors are no substitute for seeing them in person; Young Master Yanxu is truly incredibly powerful!
Gu Lin was already terrifying; those two moves were mastered to the highest level, combining illusion and reality to powerfully suppress Zhao Yao!
However, when Yan Xu used the same trick again, he handled the situation smoothly and without showing any sign of being embarrassed.
(Please remember to visit 101 Reading Network (2020s.com) for the fastest chapter updates and to keep up with your reading journey.)
Firstly, Young Master Yanxu was already on guard.
Secondly, the difference in cultivation level is too great; the power of all martial arts is based on internal energy.
Yan Xu remained motionless, staring at his opponent whose mouth was bleeding, and asked with a smile:
"You were just unlucky. When are you going to admit defeat?"
Gu Lin wiped away the bloodstains, steadied his inner energy, and calmly replied:
"Maybe you're just unlucky."
As he finished speaking, his brow opened and closed.
Yan Xu's pupils shrank suddenly, and the smile on his face vanished abruptly as he saw a wisp of purple mist.
The vast training ground fell silent. Nearly 100,000 spectators stood up almost simultaneously, all of them visibly shocked. The impact of this scene was unparalleled.
What did they see?!
The members of the four holy lands narrowed their eyes and stared intently at Gu Lin on platform number eight.
Righteous spirit!
he.....
He was still a Confucian scholar!
An amazing talent that combines Confucianism and martial arts!
As the majestic purple aura appeared, the entire audience was filled with excitement, their eyes filled with astonishment.
Chuwei County has produced a genius who is proficient in both Confucianism and martial arts!
The moment the vast purple aura surged forth, Gu Lin unleashed his max-level Lingbo Weibu (a martial arts technique), leaving only a fleeting afterimage where he stood.
"Only a Confucian and Taoist cultivation level of the third stage of the Qi Nourishing Realm." Yan Xu relaxed his mind, but suddenly his mind was buzzing.
An invisible cage descended, imprisoning his flesh and blood, his arms stiff and unable to move.
Gu Lin's figure was close at hand. Accompanied by the sound of thunder, he launched eighteen consecutive kicks in mid-air. His palms had already turned into claws, and he unleashed another move, the Three Yang Severing Hand Seal.
however.
In despair, Yan Xu's face contorted with rage, a wisp of essence within his body burned wildly, his black hair was enveloped in a surge of qi and blood, and his stiff limbs instantly began to churn with internal energy.
The self-imposed confinement has crumbled!
boom--
Yan Xu parried the nine kicks at top speed, his internal energy flowing so fast that it caused his acupoints to tremble. He twisted his body and retreated as fast as an arrow, slapping his own shoulder to force out the scorching heat.
Despite this, Yan Xu's robes were still charred and stained with blood.
The entire audience was horrified!
All the members of the Holy Land looked horrified.
An ordinary cultivator at the second level of the Profound Realm would surely perish by now.
Even a formidable second-level expert in the Profound Realm, skilled in actual combat, is now on the verge of death and becoming a lamb to the slaughter.
However, Yan Xu managed to escape danger by relying on his terrifying talent and the foundation of the Yan family, only losing a piece of his flesh and blood.
What kind of fighting power does Gu Lin possess?!
With his martial arts cultivation at the seventh level of Qi Condensation and his Confucianism cultivation at the third level of Qi Nourishment, he almost suppressed Yan Xu and created an astonishing miracle.
"It's normal that your brother lost; he didn't go all out," the Martial Palace Commander remarked.
Zhao Can's face tightened. In that instant, his emotions almost plummeted into an abyss, but fortunately Yan Xu was exceptional enough.
The entire hall was deathly silent; all the spectators seemed to have their throats choked, and no one could utter a word.
They even felt despair for Gu Lin!
If it weren't for Yan Xu, and instead of drawing the second-ranked Overlord Chu Sheng or the third-ranked Order Prince Li Zhixu, Gu Lin would have won!
Unless you witness it with your own eyes, who could imagine that someone at the seventh level of Qi Condensation could be both a scholar and a martial artist, and whose Confucian and Taoist skills were so profound that Yan Xu was completely unable to move and was imprisoned for a moment!
How utterly hopeless!
Young Master Gu Lin had exhausted all his strength and used every trump card, but he still couldn't shake Yan Xu.
If it were anyone else, it would have been Yan Xu, a member of the prestigious Yan clan!
Countless viewers felt a sense of tragic despair for Gu Lin, who was so amazing and outstanding, yet still became Yan Xu's stepping stone.
"I am destined to lose."
"I can't block this series of attacks either."
On the high platform, Overlord Chu Sheng and Prince Li Xuyi looked solemn. If they had encountered Gu Lin, they would have already said goodbye to the selection competition.
Gu Lin is really strong, it's just a pity that his opponent is Yan Xu.
Suddenly.
"Gu Lin!"
"Gu Lin!"
"Gu Lin!"
On the dueling platform, the two were still facing off and conserving their energy, but shouts filled the air and the crowds cheered. All the spectators expressed their heartfelt admiration for Young Master Gu Lin, which truly exemplified what it meant to lose with honor and to lose gloriously.
Dean Yan and the spectators from Shiyang were equally passionate, shouting Gu Lin's name with all their might. He was the pride of Shiyang County, skilled in both Confucianism and martial arts, and had almost defeated Yan Xu!
County Magistrate Zhao sat alone, his haggard face contorted in a grotesque, sinister smile.
so what?
He's still just a ghostwriter!
What is a ghostwriter in the face of the Holy Land?
servants.
It would be too easy for Can'er to deal with this beast.
As if they had escaped from a deathly inferno, Li Jisheng and his daughter Li Qingwu collapsed to the ground, the terror in their eyes slowly fading.
No matter how powerful this beast is, he can't surpass Young Master Yan Xu. He's merely the one who held the knife. Lord Zhao Can, harboring a deep-seated hatred, is determined to make this beast suffer a terrible death!
"Lin'er..."
Watching his son's retreating figure, Gu Changchuan's eyes were already brimming with tears. His son had done his best, and his son was dazzling and brilliant enough.
On the number eight dueling platform, Yan Xu listened to the deafening roar of the crowd, but he felt no anger; he simply stared indifferently at his opponent.
"It's time to admit defeat."
Gu Lin smiled silently.
He didn't like the deafening cheers at that moment.
No matter how much recognition you receive, you're still a loser.
He cannot lose.