Chapter 37
Peak Conditions, Fierce Battle!
On the dueling platform.
One person looked down with indifference.
A person laughed silently.
All onlookers saw that smile.
Is it resentment that has given its all?
Or is it the relief of being less skilled than others?
Throughout the round of 16, Gu Lin could have won against any of the other 14 opponents with his astonishing fighting prowess, but his opponent was none other than Yan Xu.
Just as Master Yanxu said.
It's time to admit defeat.
At this point, admitting defeat is not a loss of face; one should accept the cheers with dignity.
He cultivated both Confucianism and martial arts, and with his Qi Condensation Seventh Level, he fought against the Second Level of the Profound Realm, forcing Young Master Yan Xu to the brink of defeat. He escaped the desperate situation by burning the essence of his family's blood.
Gu Lin is powerful and dazzling enough!
If we don't admit defeat, and if Young Master Yanxu decides to kill us, we may lose our lives!
On the high platform, Zhu Baihu of the Wendao Academy, dressed in a snow-white lotus robe, stood majestically and said in a deep voice:
"Gu Lin, the department under the jurisdiction of the Literary Academy that handles ghostwriting is recruiting him!"
The words are over.
The Heavenly Mystery Guard commander's face stiffened, and he coldly retorted:
"If he cultivates Confucianism and Taoism, he'll belong to the Wen Dao Academy's 'Sword-Hunting Office'? He'll have to wear the flying fish robe and belong to my Tianxuan Guard's 'Sword-Hunting Office'!"
The attitude of the centurion of the Toji clan was even more assertive, and he said with certainty:
"Gu Lin, the swordsmith from the East Temple, is here!!"
In their view, Gu Lin's defeat was inevitable. He had exhausted most of his internal energy and was no longer able to fight. The reason he had not yet admitted defeat was perhaps because he was unable to put aside his pride.
Such a genius is qualified to enter the Holy Land, but unfortunately, he is unlucky.
Then they will definitely have to be included in their own ghostwriting department.
Upon hearing the words of the three centurions, Zhao Can's heart sank, and he hurriedly looked at his superior in the Martial Peak Hall.
Once he's out of the control of the Martial Peak Hall, he won't be able to reach out as easily. Although he could still use his methods to exact bloody revenge, it certainly wouldn't be as easy as it was under the control of the Martial Peak Hall's clerks.
The Martial Peak Hall Commander, his face as calm as a still lake, said without a trace of concern:
"In this selection competition, the Martial Arts Hall will choose the sword-wielders first; how could it be their turn?"
To be honest, he also admired Gu Lin's tenacious fighting spirit.
But one is an insignificant stranger, and the other is one's trusted subordinate; the choice is self-evident.
Zhao Can breathed a sigh of relief and was about to clasp his hands in a gesture of respect.
Suddenly, his eyes sharpened like knives.
On the dueling platform, Gu Lin moved, his internal energy circulating in a small cycle.
"Still making a futile struggle?" Zhao Can's expression was grim. If Xiao Yao were really killed by Yan Xu, and he couldn't take revenge himself, how could Xiao Yao's spirit rest in peace?
But in an instant, Zhao Can keenly sensed something was wrong, and his face turned extremely ugly.
Almost all the members of the Holy Land stared at him sideways.
They even have a trump card?
On the dueling platform, Gu Lin's black hair danced in the wind, and a surge of blood energy rose from the top of his head, hovering and accumulating power. His internal energy rose steadily, and several times the strength surged within his body.
It wants to rival the heavens in height!
So what if you fall a level afterward? There are plenty of ways to make up for it.
He cannot afford to lose this battle.
He can't lose!
Yan Xu's eyes trembled violently, and a blood-red figure was reflected in his dark pupils. His opponent's internal energy was forcibly pushed to the ninth level of Qi Condensation.
What kind of bizarre secret technique is this?
Directly upgrade by two levels?
The sudden scene shocked everyone present, leaving them terrified.
Just when everyone thought that Gu Lin, the young master of the Gu family, had completely given up hope, he actually had a hidden trump card up his sleeve.
Yan Xu steadied himself, leaped to his feet, and spoke in an icy voice:
"You think you can shake me? You're far from it!"
His body shimmered with crimson light, transforming into a shield of light. His figure moved swiftly like the wind, lunging towards Gu Lin.
The Yan family's movement technique "Wind Does Not Fall on Dust" and Blood Refining Divine Light!
Gu Lin also pushed the Lingbo Weibu technique to its limit, unleashing thirty-two palm prints that formed an impenetrable palm wall.
The violent collision did not cause the defensive wall to collapse this time.
The internal energy intertwined repeatedly, pushing and pulling, even brutally strangling, yet the palm wall remained steadfast.
"Young Master Gu held firm!"
"A direct confrontation with Yan Xu!"
All the onlookers were deeply moved and horrified.
When Gu Lin used his secret technique to raise his cultivation to the ninth level of the Qi Condensation Realm, he was able to directly confront the direct descendant of a noble family who was at the second level of the Profound Realm!
After a stalemate lasting five breaths, Yan Xu's expression hardened, and he roared:
"How long can your secret technique last? Break it!"
Then he thrust out a powerful palm strike, carrying the mighty force to shatter mountains and monuments.
"It's the Yan Clan's 'Sweeping Mountains and Rivers Palm'!" Many sect elders recognized it at a glance.
Legend has it that only high-level martial artists of the Yan family's Dongxuan realm can attempt to cultivate this technique. I never expected that Yan Xu would be so proficient. His martial arts skills are terrifying!
A palm strike came down, almost hitting the palm wall.
Gu Lin clenched his fists into claws, his strength surging, and launched two Three Yang Extinction Seals to meet the attack.
stab-
Yan Xu's palm was burning with blood and flesh, but he endured the pain without frowning, until he smashed a hole in the palm wall.
Gu Lin was affected by the aftershocks; his face was as pale as paper, and blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.
But he managed to mobilize his inner energy and unleash another Thousand Hands Tathagata Palm, the palm shadows densely packed, forming a solid defensive palm wall once again.
Once again, the two sides are deadlocked.
The two men were in a particularly tragic situation, watched by nearly 100,000 onlookers.
Yan Xu's palms were charred black and dripped blood incessantly.
Gu Lin's face was pale, and blood kept seeping from the corner of his mouth.
"How long can your cultivation last?" Yan Xu roared, his aura extremely oppressive, and unleashed another move, the Mountain-Sweeping Palm.
Gu Lin remained steadfast, employing the same silent and unseen Three Yangs Extinction Hand Seal.
After the clash, Yan Xu's palms were charred and blackened, and his arms trembled with pain.
Gu Lin bled from all seven orifices, the blood dripping down his chin onto his robe.
The sight of such a brutal fight sent chills down the spines of countless onlookers.
If they were at the same level, Yan Xu would have been defeated long ago!
However, Yan Xu was at the advanced stage of the second level of the Dongxuan Realm, and his inner energy was like a long river, completely overwhelming the small stream in Gu Lin's dantian.
If this stalemate continues, Gu Lin will surely die!
How long can the secret technique last?
Also, why didn't Gu Lin retaliate?
Everyone knows that the defensive palm wall actually conceals a deadly real palm strike, but the real palm strike is slow to materialize!
Most importantly, what about that Confucian classic?
Faced with this situation, all the onlookers were so tense they were almost suffocating, not daring to miss a single detail.
On the dueling platform, veins bulged on Yan Xu's forehead. The burning pain from his palms was secondary; the key issue was why his opponent's secret technique was still continuing!
In the utter silence, the two clashed violently once more, until their flesh was mangled and bloodied. Both of them trembled from their shoulders to their hands, and Yan Xu's wrists were burned.
Suddenly.
The trembling defensive wall moved.
A powerful palm strike descended, about to slam into Yan Xu's chest.
Gu Lin launched the first attack.
"Can't hold on any longer?" At the critical moment, Yan Xu reacted quickly, his essence and blood burning, his aura growing stronger and stronger.
In that instant, all the members of the Holy Land held their breath, their eyes filled with shock.
Zhao Can felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, a chill enveloping his entire body.
Yan Xu has fallen into the trap!!
In an instant, Gu Lin seized the fleeting opportunity, his forehead shrouded in purple mist, his righteous aura transforming into an invisible cage, and he unleashed the technique of drawing a circle on the ground to imprison himself.
In an instant, Yan Xu was unable to move.
He looked as if he were standing on a cliff falling into an abyss, his entire face contorted with despair.
Accompanied by the sound of thunder, a series of eighteen kicks arrived in front of him.
Countless onlookers felt their hearts tighten as they stared at the unbelievable scene.
One person looked down with indifference.
A person laughed silently.
All onlookers saw that smile.
Is it resentment that has given its all?
Or is it the relief of being less skilled than others?
Throughout the round of 16, Gu Lin could have won against any of the other 14 opponents with his astonishing fighting prowess, but his opponent was none other than Yan Xu.
Just as Master Yanxu said.
It's time to admit defeat.
At this point, admitting defeat is not a loss of face; one should accept the cheers with dignity.
He cultivated both Confucianism and martial arts, and with his Qi Condensation Seventh Level, he fought against the Second Level of the Profound Realm, forcing Young Master Yan Xu to the brink of defeat. He escaped the desperate situation by burning the essence of his family's blood.
Gu Lin is powerful and dazzling enough!
If we don't admit defeat, and if Young Master Yanxu decides to kill us, we may lose our lives!
On the high platform, Zhu Baihu of the Wendao Academy, dressed in a snow-white lotus robe, stood majestically and said in a deep voice:
"Gu Lin, the department under the jurisdiction of the Literary Academy that handles ghostwriting is recruiting him!"
The words are over.
The Heavenly Mystery Guard commander's face stiffened, and he coldly retorted:
"If he cultivates Confucianism and Taoism, he'll belong to the Wen Dao Academy's 'Sword-Hunting Office'? He'll have to wear the flying fish robe and belong to my Tianxuan Guard's 'Sword-Hunting Office'!"
The attitude of the centurion of the Toji clan was even more assertive, and he said with certainty:
"Gu Lin, the swordsmith from the East Temple, is here!!"
In their view, Gu Lin's defeat was inevitable. He had exhausted most of his internal energy and was no longer able to fight. The reason he had not yet admitted defeat was perhaps because he was unable to put aside his pride.
Such a genius is qualified to enter the Holy Land, but unfortunately, he is unlucky.
Then they will definitely have to be included in their own ghostwriting department.
Upon hearing the words of the three centurions, Zhao Can's heart sank, and he hurriedly looked at his superior in the Martial Peak Hall.
Once he's out of the control of the Martial Peak Hall, he won't be able to reach out as easily. Although he could still use his methods to exact bloody revenge, it certainly wouldn't be as easy as it was under the control of the Martial Peak Hall's clerks.
The Martial Peak Hall Commander, his face as calm as a still lake, said without a trace of concern:
"In this selection competition, the Martial Arts Hall will choose the sword-wielders first; how could it be their turn?"
To be honest, he also admired Gu Lin's tenacious fighting spirit.
But one is an insignificant stranger, and the other is one's trusted subordinate; the choice is self-evident.
Zhao Can breathed a sigh of relief and was about to clasp his hands in a gesture of respect.
Suddenly, his eyes sharpened like knives.
On the dueling platform, Gu Lin moved, his internal energy circulating in a small cycle.
"Still making a futile struggle?" Zhao Can's expression was grim. If Xiao Yao were really killed by Yan Xu, and he couldn't take revenge himself, how could Xiao Yao's spirit rest in peace?
But in an instant, Zhao Can keenly sensed something was wrong, and his face turned extremely ugly.
Almost all the members of the Holy Land stared at him sideways.
They even have a trump card?
On the dueling platform, Gu Lin's black hair danced in the wind, and a surge of blood energy rose from the top of his head, hovering and accumulating power. His internal energy rose steadily, and several times the strength surged within his body.
It wants to rival the heavens in height!
So what if you fall a level afterward? There are plenty of ways to make up for it.
He cannot afford to lose this battle.
He can't lose!
Yan Xu's eyes trembled violently, and a blood-red figure was reflected in his dark pupils. His opponent's internal energy was forcibly pushed to the ninth level of Qi Condensation.
What kind of bizarre secret technique is this?
Directly upgrade by two levels?
The sudden scene shocked everyone present, leaving them terrified.
Just when everyone thought that Gu Lin, the young master of the Gu family, had completely given up hope, he actually had a hidden trump card up his sleeve.
Yan Xu steadied himself, leaped to his feet, and spoke in an icy voice:
"You think you can shake me? You're far from it!"
His body shimmered with crimson light, transforming into a shield of light. His figure moved swiftly like the wind, lunging towards Gu Lin.
The Yan family's movement technique "Wind Does Not Fall on Dust" and Blood Refining Divine Light!
Gu Lin also pushed the Lingbo Weibu technique to its limit, unleashing thirty-two palm prints that formed an impenetrable palm wall.
The violent collision did not cause the defensive wall to collapse this time.
The internal energy intertwined repeatedly, pushing and pulling, even brutally strangling, yet the palm wall remained steadfast.
"Young Master Gu held firm!"
"A direct confrontation with Yan Xu!"
All the onlookers were deeply moved and horrified.
When Gu Lin used his secret technique to raise his cultivation to the ninth level of the Qi Condensation Realm, he was able to directly confront the direct descendant of a noble family who was at the second level of the Profound Realm!
After a stalemate lasting five breaths, Yan Xu's expression hardened, and he roared:
"How long can your secret technique last? Break it!"
Then he thrust out a powerful palm strike, carrying the mighty force to shatter mountains and monuments.
"It's the Yan Clan's 'Sweeping Mountains and Rivers Palm'!" Many sect elders recognized it at a glance.
Legend has it that only high-level martial artists of the Yan family's Dongxuan realm can attempt to cultivate this technique. I never expected that Yan Xu would be so proficient. His martial arts skills are terrifying!
A palm strike came down, almost hitting the palm wall.
Gu Lin clenched his fists into claws, his strength surging, and launched two Three Yang Extinction Seals to meet the attack.
stab-
Yan Xu's palm was burning with blood and flesh, but he endured the pain without frowning, until he smashed a hole in the palm wall.
Gu Lin was affected by the aftershocks; his face was as pale as paper, and blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.
But he managed to mobilize his inner energy and unleash another Thousand Hands Tathagata Palm, the palm shadows densely packed, forming a solid defensive palm wall once again.
Once again, the two sides are deadlocked.
The two men were in a particularly tragic situation, watched by nearly 100,000 onlookers.
Yan Xu's palms were charred black and dripped blood incessantly.
Gu Lin's face was pale, and blood kept seeping from the corner of his mouth.
"How long can your cultivation last?" Yan Xu roared, his aura extremely oppressive, and unleashed another move, the Mountain-Sweeping Palm.
Gu Lin remained steadfast, employing the same silent and unseen Three Yangs Extinction Hand Seal.
After the clash, Yan Xu's palms were charred and blackened, and his arms trembled with pain.
Gu Lin bled from all seven orifices, the blood dripping down his chin onto his robe.
The sight of such a brutal fight sent chills down the spines of countless onlookers.
If they were at the same level, Yan Xu would have been defeated long ago!
However, Yan Xu was at the advanced stage of the second level of the Dongxuan Realm, and his inner energy was like a long river, completely overwhelming the small stream in Gu Lin's dantian.
If this stalemate continues, Gu Lin will surely die!
How long can the secret technique last?
Also, why didn't Gu Lin retaliate?
Everyone knows that the defensive palm wall actually conceals a deadly real palm strike, but the real palm strike is slow to materialize!
Most importantly, what about that Confucian classic?
Faced with this situation, all the onlookers were so tense they were almost suffocating, not daring to miss a single detail.
On the dueling platform, veins bulged on Yan Xu's forehead. The burning pain from his palms was secondary; the key issue was why his opponent's secret technique was still continuing!
In the utter silence, the two clashed violently once more, until their flesh was mangled and bloodied. Both of them trembled from their shoulders to their hands, and Yan Xu's wrists were burned.
Suddenly.
The trembling defensive wall moved.
A powerful palm strike descended, about to slam into Yan Xu's chest.
Gu Lin launched the first attack.
"Can't hold on any longer?" At the critical moment, Yan Xu reacted quickly, his essence and blood burning, his aura growing stronger and stronger.
In that instant, all the members of the Holy Land held their breath, their eyes filled with shock.
Zhao Can felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, a chill enveloping his entire body.
Yan Xu has fallen into the trap!!
In an instant, Gu Lin seized the fleeting opportunity, his forehead shrouded in purple mist, his righteous aura transforming into an invisible cage, and he unleashed the technique of drawing a circle on the ground to imprison himself.
In an instant, Yan Xu was unable to move.
He looked as if he were standing on a cliff falling into an abyss, his entire face contorted with despair.
Accompanied by the sound of thunder, a series of eighteen kicks arrived in front of him.
Countless onlookers felt their hearts tighten as they stared at the unbelievable scene.